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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 8.9K Warnings: ANGST w/ comfort (but also not?) Prompt: A Winter in Lupin's Cottage This IS a Wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it. Proofread by lovely: @aremuslupinsimp

Chapter 48: Dust in the Wind

December 26th, 1976

The green flames rose and enveloped you alongside the slightly dusty smell of floo powder, you closed your eyes and opened them again until you felt the very distinctive smell of a home-cooked meal. You opened your eyes and stepped out of the fire. Remus was hugging a beautiful woman with hair exactly the same as his, and just next to them was a man, as tall as Remus, who had a hand on your friend’s shoulder.

“Good evening,” you said politely, a small nod that the man returned.

He stepped forward, “Lyall Lupin,” he said as he extended his hand, and you shook it while you introduced yourself to him.

Remus’ mum pulled her face from her boy’s shoulder and turned to you, “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, darling,” she said as she pulled you into a hug. She might have been the prettiest woman you had seen in your life. “Remus has told me a lot about you in his letters,” she said and you threw Remus a look, he just shrugged in response. “I’m really sorry it’s in such a condition that we finally meet, though” she pulled back and looked at you straight in the eyes. Remus’ brown, you realised as you stared back, “How are you?”

You looked to the side, not sure what to say. You weren’t sure how much Remus’ parents knew, so you weren’t sure how to answer, you didn’t want to scare them, but you told Remus to ask them if it was all right if you went, so he must have at least mentioned the fact that you could have been a dеath eater target. Did he also tell them about your Mum? About Nina?

“I’m coping,” you replied with a sad smile– that didn’t seem to convince Hope and she brought you back into a hug. “I’m really sorry you had to go through such awful things, darling.”

You blinked a few times, she had a rather strong accent, but it was charming, you wondered if smaller Remus spoke more like her before Hogwarts.

“Thank you,” you said as you leaned a little more into her hug. You didn’t realise how well hugging her made you feel. She was about the same height as your Mum, if you closed your eyes– no.

“Are you hungry?” She asked you as she pulled back to look at your face. She definitely had his eyes and they had the same mouth, although her nose was smaller, more narrow and slightly more pointy, the feminine version of Remus. She really could be her older sister and not his mum. No wonder Lyall fell madly in love with her.

“The food smells delicious,” you said politely. She smiled, the exact same smirk Remus would sometimes give you. It was the smirk he’d use when he was up to something.

“You know, I’m no wizard,” she said as she nodded for you to follow into the kitchen, “But I’d be dumb if I didn’t take advantage of all the fantastic things the magical world has to offer,” she said as she pointed at her kitchen. There was a floating spoon spinning the soup. She opened one of her drawers and picked out a few spices. Some of them were normal muggle spices, some of them were magical spices, and there were even a couple of potions there.

She’s amazing, you thought as you saw her picking a warming potion and placing a couple of drops on the soup. “It’s great for winter,” she explained, “keeps me warm all night, even when Lyall is not around.”

“When who is not around?” Lyall asked as he walked inside the kitchen, he had stayed behind talking to Remus.

Hope threw him a smile and then a wink, placing a bit of the soup in the back of her hand, and then bringing it to her lips.

“Do you like it very salty?” she asked.

“Oh, I’ll take it how you take it,” you said with a quick shake of your head. Hope gave you another smile, winked your way and then took a small pinch of salt and added it to the pot.

“Lyall, darling, would you set the table, please?”

“We’re on it,” he responded. The cupboard above her head opened wide and a set of plates, cups and cutlery floated out of it and towards the dining area. You gently stepped out of the way as a small cup floated right over your head.

“How can I help?” you asked her as he took the spoon, gave a few more twists to the soup and placed it on the sink.

“There is some fresh apple juice on the fridge,” she said as she pointed towards one of the cupboards. “Do you mind bringing it over?”

You had known what fridges were, you were muggle savvy enough, but you had never actually seen a fridge, at least not one outside of a muggle grocery store. So you walked towards the cupboard she had pointed and pulled the door open, only for the door of a fridge to be opened alongside it. A whiff of cool air hit your face and you leaned down to look through the things that Hope kept there. Milk, cheese, ham, and a couple of jars of things you didn’t know, there were also toppers with leftover food.

You quickly found the jar and pulled it out of the fridge. “You don’t need anti-spoiling charms when you have one of these?” you asked, “food never goes bad?”

Hope threw you a look as she pulled out gloves from a cupboard and used them to pick the pot of soup, “It goes bad if you leave it for too long. Unless you freeze it. Frozen food can last almost forever,” she explained. She walked outside with the soup and placed it on top of a wooden table that Lyall and Remus had placed there. Rem stood up and used his wand to bring over a tray with bread, and then one with shredded cheese.

The magic spoon started serving your food as you placed your plate close to the pot, and then Hope used a normal spoon to add cheese on top of hers and yours. “You’ll like it, trust me,” she said with a smile.

“It’s her special tomato soup,” Lyall said and took the cheese plate from her hands to serve himself and Remus.

“How’s school?” He asked him as he added some cheese.

“Remus is incredible,” you said before he even got to speak. Lyall turned to you with a raised eyebrow. “Insanely clever, he’s exceptionally good at potions, History and Defense Against the Dark Arts. I think he got ´Os´ on all of his final projects.”

“She was my partner on most of them,” Remus said and then threw you a look.

He could tell you had switched into charmer mode. You stood slightly straighter and you spoke in the same way you had used back at Slughorn’s party. The tone you used on teachers sometimes. He too was charmed by you when you did it, but he didn’t want you to make such an effort, especially not for his parents.

Hope, who didn’t really care for Remus’ grade as much as Lyall did, had been a lot more busy looking at the way her son was looking at you. She could easily tell how worried he was, and while she couldn’t see past the mask you wore, she was certain Remus could.

“No talking grades on the table,” she scolded Lyall. “How have you been, Beag Gille?”

“Oh,” you said as you sat your spoon on the soup. “That’s Little Boy! Isn’t it?”

“You speak Gaelic?!” Hope asked, surprised.

“Oh no,” you replied as you shook your head. “But Remus has called me a few things in Gaaelic before, “Beag Nicnevin and… what was it? Oh right, he called me and Sirius something like chachelan alan.”

Hope raised an eyebrow, and looked at Remus who was holding his breath, and looked like he wanted to be swallowed by the ground. “Chailleachan àlainn?”

“Yes! That was it,” you responded.

“And neither of you know what he meant by that, did you?” She asked, there was a smile playing on her lips.

“No,” you laughed. “But we got the meaning loud and clear, he was insulting us.”

Hope’s smile tightened. She had had the suspicions that Rem had once had a crush on Sirius. She was sure, from the letters, that he liked you a lot, but it was now that she realised her Beag Gille had fallen for his two best friends. And neither of you had a clue, apparently.

“Is it not an insult?” You asked when you noticed her expressions.

“Oh no, it is, awful one,” she said as she sent Remus a look. He just swallowed. He had never been more thankful that Lyall could not speak an ounce of Gaelic, no matter how many times both Hope and himself had tried to teach him. “Should have never given him that old dictionary,” she added, as she pointed at the bookshelf behind her.

Remus threw her a look and resisted the urge to kick her under the table, “But she speaks many other languages, right, Vix?”

“Vix?” Lyall asked, confused.

“From Vixen, they thought it was a funny nickname,” you said with a shrug. “It grows on you,” you added then. “I don’t speak that many.”

“At least 3 different ones,” Remus said. You refrained from saying how many you actually spoke. “When she and Sirius want to be annoying they start talking in French to shoot me out.”

“And do you often find her and Sirius annoying?” Hope asked, turning to her son while she leaned her head on the back of her hand.

“Yes, plenty of times,” Remus shot back rather quickly and gave a look to his mum. He had given you that same look plenty of times before, but you didn’t think he would give it to his mother.

You leaned back towards Lyall and whispered, “Sir… Do you know what’s going on?”

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” he admitted and then shrugged. “They’re often like this thought, it’s like they know something the rest of us normal people don’t,” he said the last bit a little louder and Hope turned to him with a salacious smile.

What a stunning woman, you thought as you saw her tilt her head at her husband, “You said you wanted the garlic?” she asked and extended her hand towards him, he scoffed as he took it in between his hands as he shook his head. That was Remus’ amused expression, he too tended to look at you that way often.

After that, Hope changed the subject and she ended up telling you embarrassing baby stories of Remus. He had given up on stopping her babbling near the end of the second story, and just focused on finishing his soup.

“So he then looked at me, he had this cute, adorable fat cheeks back then, and he frowned, mind you he was about this tall,” Hope said as she placed her hand near the ground. “And then he said: MUM, I’GWONA CORWSE YOU!“

“No way!”

“He was small but he was clever,” Hope said with a nod, “He caught on pretty fast that his dad was the only one who could do magic besides him. Anyway, Lyall got pretty angry at him and he was grounded for saying that.”

“And all for a lemon curd pie?”

“Clearly, you’ve never tried her lemon curd pie,” Remus said as he stood up and picked his plate up. Since Hope and you were done, he also picked those up.

“I can make you some, darling,” she added with a smile. “As long as you promise not to curse me,” she added with a smirk.

You laughed, “I’d curse whoever tried to course you, Hope.” She had asked you to call her by her name at some point during the first story.

“And she really would,” Remus agreed, “she’s a brilliant duelist.”

“I knew you’d be as sweet as Remus pictured you, but I’m starting to think he was selling you short,” she said and stood to pull the cups, you instantly stood to help her as well.

“Oh leave it,” she said when she spotted you walking towards the sink. “Lyall charmed the sink so the dishes would wash themselves,” she explained and simply placed the things over the sink. “It’s the wonders of having married a wizard. Now you must be tired. Remus’ll give you his bed.”

“What?” You asked. “No, I wouldn’t want to–”

“Nonsense,” Hope said. “We have a good sleeping bag Remus’ll take. We’ve raised a gentleman after all.”

You smiled, Remus had never been anything short of one, that wasn’t a lie, “Thank you.”

When you moved to walk toward the door they had pointed to as Remus' room, Hope spoke again, “Remus darling, would you mind coming over just a second.”

Remus gave a look your way and then walked towards his mum. “Yeah?”

“Chailleachan àlainn?” She asked simply.

“It was taken out of context mum, you wouldn’t–”

She just smiled, “It might be a little too soon to tell, Beag Gille, but from what I’ve seen…”

“What?”

Hope bit her lip, “Have you ever heard of Emperor Nero?”

“Eh… Roman? Really bad or something?”

Hope smiled, “Yeah, Nero was vioIent, certainly. But there was something else. Look up his story with Sporus and Sabina, would you?”

“Why?”

Hope smiled and shrugged, “I’ll tell you once you’ve looked it up.”

Remus narrowed his eyes at her impatiently. “Mum,” he complained, her smile only widened. “I’m not a kid anymore, you can’t manipulate me into learning.”

“Oh, Remus, you’ll always be my Beag Gille,” she said as she reached for his cheeks. She could barely pinch anything now, but she did anyway.

Remus rolled his eyes but allowed her to play with his face to her heart’s content.

“By Merlin!” you exclaimed. “Is this baby Remus?”

That was enough to distract her, there was a small portrait of Remus in your hands. It was his fourth birthday, he had no scars since he wasn’t a werewolf and he was smiling at the camera as he blew the candles. Hope walked over to you and smiled. “See those fluffy little cheeks?”

You nodded in return. “He was absolutely adorable!” you said as you looked at him. Remus, your Remus, but smaller and chubbier, almost too cute to handle.

“And he would never shut up,” Hope said. “Always asking questions about something.”

“Exactly like his mum,” Lyall said, and she scoffed at him.

Lyall and Hope seemed to be truly happy with each other, you had never seen that kind of playful banter between your parents. You wondered if they had ever been like that; if your father had ever made your mum smile the same way Lyall made Hope smile. You knew they had loved each other, in a weird twisted kind of way, but never like Hope and Lyall. You decided then, that that was the kind of love you wanted to have. And then a small smile appeared on your lips, since, in the end, you weren’t that far from it.

“All right, time to sleep,” Hope said as she clapped her hand and pushed both you and Remus towards the room. “Remus has his own bathroom, so you can use it to change.”

“Thank you,” you said with a smile as you walked inside. Remus’ room was smaller than any of the rooms in Hogwarts but it wasn’t exactly small either. He had a wall filled with rows of bookshelves, there was a small desk on the side, right in front of one of the windows, with a few books lying on the side. There was a closet next to the door and there was another door right after it.

Remus had a few posters on the windows, and his closet was filled with pictures of places he had visited with his parents and a bunch of pictures with his friends. “Oh Godric! He looks exactly like Regulus did,” you said as you left your suitcase drop hastily on the floor and leaned down on the wooden floorboard to pick a picture of young Sirius.

“That was in first year,” Remus said with a smile, remembering the day he took that picture of Sirius. He had been fascinated with the camera Remus had brought after the Christmas break and wanted to know everything about it.

“This is basically the Reggie I met two years ago,” you said with a smile, “down to the haircut.”

“Sirius has always had softer features, though,” Remus said.

You nodded in agreement, “He was so cute, almost as cute as you with your adorable chipmunk cheeks,” you said before placing the picture back in its place and standing up. Remus tried not to blush at your words. You had probably said it inadvertently, but you had basically said he was cuter than Sirius. “Is that your bathroom?”

Remus nodded, “Go ahead, I’ll change here.”

You walked over to a corner with your suitcase and opened it, taking out some sleeping clothes before walking inside the bathroom and starting to get changed, but you had forgotten your toothbrush, so you walked outside to get it again. Remus’ head snapped over to the door as it opened.

You half gasped, Remus wore so many soft and cuddly sweaters, it was easy to forget how ripped he actually was. “Ugh, sorry, I can wait inside if–”

“You know I’m a werewolf anyway,” Remus said with a shrug. He was –in fact– not as cool as he appeared.

You smiled and walked behind him, your arm accidentally brushing against his back when you walked past him to get the toothbrush. He was quicker while trying to find something, a simple sleep shirt. It took you no longer than a second to get your toiletry set. By the time you turned around, he already had a shirt on. But it was an old one, and it was rather tight.

“The colour suits you,” you said before walking back inside the bathroom. Remus frowned, it was a simple grey shirt –not simple, a tight grey shirt–. And while you might have not known it then, it hadn’t been the colour that prompted you to say that.

When you finished you walked straight into the bed and sat on the edge, Remus was extending the sleeping bag on the floor. You pulled your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around them as you rested your chin over them. “Is that really comfortable?” you asked in disbelief.

“It’s okay,” he said with a shrug.

“And… are you really planning to sleep there?”

“Where else?” He asked as he turned to you.

You pointed at the bed with your head, as if it were the most obvious thing.

“I can turn into Vixen if you want,” you said, doing it instantly and leaning your head closer to lick his face.

“Ugh, Little Witch!” he complained as he pulled back. You jumped from the bed over to his lap. It was obvious that asking to sleep with him like last night would have been weird. Not because you didn’t enjoy cuddling up to Remus, he was very cuddleable. But you feared he might have been uncomfortable and had only done it because it was necessary. You didn’t want to force him into something he didn’t like, but you knew for a fact that he liked cuddling Vixen.

You brushed your head against him and he sighed. “Fine then,” he said. “I’ll brush my teeth, see you on the bed.”

You jumped over to the bed and turned back. You had been so distracted you had entirely forgotten to tell Sirius and James you’d gone with Rem. So you took some paper from his desk and wrote a small note on a piece of paper. You leaned over the window and tapped a few times, you had given Reese the address, and you hoped he was around. When you spotted his small figure approaching the window from the fence, you smiled, hastily opening the window and wrapping the note on his feet.

You were shutting the window when Remus left the bathroom, “I just owled the boys, so they know we’re here.”

“I brought the radio,” he said pointing at his backpack, “And I also told them you were coming.”

“When?” you were with me almost all day.

“When I owled my parents.”

“Before they sent the letter that said I could stay, were you that confident?”

Remus nodded, and you scoffed with a smile, throwing a pillow his way before walking back to the bed and turning into Vixen. Remus lay on his bed and gently pulled you over his chest. The two of you were asleep in an instant.

December 27th, 1976

There was a gentle hand on your head coaxing you awake. “Little Witch,” Remus said softly, “Little Witch.”

You blinked awake, Remus smiled when he saw your small eyes open and dug his finger near your ear scratching the section softly, just like Vixen adored. You licked your snout and then dug your head on his chest again.

“Nu-uh,” he said cheerfully. “No more sleep, I want to show you something.”

You frowned and looked through the window. It was dark as fuck, Remus never woke up before the sun came up, you had even threatened Sirius with waking him up early just to make him cranky for the rest of the day.

You jumped off his chest and onto the side of the bed, turning back and appearing in a sitting position, “Who are you and what have you done to my Remus?”

Her Remus? I certainly like the sound of that, he thought and smiled a little wider. “Trust me, it’ll be worth it.”

“On a scale from 1 to 10?”

“Eleven, now shut up,” he whispered and stood up, walking to his closet and throwing a jumper and then a coat your way. “You’ll need this. It is still cold out there.”

You frowned but pulled the jumper over your head, and then put on the coat. The coat was long, it reached your ankles, on Remus it probably reached way higher. You grabbed a pair of boots from your suitcase and tied them on as Remus did the same with his old pair of brown converses.

When he was done, he nodded and the two of you walked outside of his room. He’d cast a silencing steps spell on the two of you so you wouldn’t wake his parents, and then you were out the door. You had not seen the outside of his house, and while Dumbledore had mentioned that they lived near the sea, you did not expect them to live that close.

When he opened his front door, there was a whiff of cool wind that hit your face, which caused you to wince, but right after getting used to it you opened your eyes, the first thing that you heard was the sound of waves, so loud and clear, you wondered how it was possible that you hadn’t heard it when you were inside the cottage. From his front door, there was a small path that led to a simple stone fence, it was covered with a thin layer of snow, just like most of the garden, except for the small stone path that led to the wooden door of the fence.

“Dad heat charmed the rocks,” Remus said as he saw you staring. You leaned down and placed your hand on them, they were warm to the touch but not too hot to burn. You smiled, Lyall was as much of a talented wizard as Remus.

Beyond the fence, there were a few metres of land, and then, there was the steep end of a cliff. You looked marvelled at the scene, the moon was still shining in the sky, and it reflected a light beam of light on the sea.

“Come,” he said as he grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the gate. From there, he dragged you through the area and towards a different place. You followed behind Remus for what must have been a 15-minute walk. The soft sound of waves, the crunching of your shoes against the snow and the melody of both of your breaths had combined to make the scenery even more soothing. The beam of light from the moon seemed to follow you as you climbed up and down smaller hills, as you heard the waves crashing against the shore way below the area you were standing on. Remus didn’t let go of you at all on the walk.

His hand had found its way into your arm and he was guiding you through a path invisible to your eyes but impossibly clear to his. You were half admiring the way nature shone, and half the way he so easily moved through it. You knew Remus had a great sense of orientation, you had seen as much the day he guided you through the halls and then through the secret passages, you had seen Moony run and chase through the woods like the natural hunter he was, but you had never seen Remus outside of school grounds, or Hogsmeade.

You had never seen him speeding through snow-covered hills and towards a direction completely unknown to you, the confidence by which he moved, the cadence of his steps, the sureness of his stance, they were all sides of Rem you had seen before, but now you stared at them in a new light. Perhaps it was how emotional you were, or the moon shining high above the two of you, reflecting its silver light on Remus’ profile, but you found the scene absolutely breathtaking, fascinating and beyond enrapturing. And you hadn’t even gotten to the place Remus was trying to show you.

“Mind your step,” he said as he tightened his grip on your hand, nodding towards a stoney step that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. “It’s ruins from an old castle,” he explained. “You can find these irregularities almost all over the valley,” he added as he pointed behind him, the light of the moon allowed you to discern a few, old crumbling towers.

You smiled, and then followed behind him, not towards the castle, but in the same unknown direction he had been dragging you since you stepped outside of his house. No more than 5 minutes passed, and he stopped, let go of your hand and walked towards the end of the cliff, as if to make sure he was in the right place, and then he came back. “It’s here, come over,” he whispered, and grabbed your arm again, pulling you towards the cliff.

He sat down near the edge and then patted the spot right next to him. You sat down on the snow next to him.

“Look,” he whispered as he pointed towards the water.

You stared at the shimmering water for a couple of seconds, but you didn’t see anything other than the reflections of the moon. You were about to turn to Remus, to ask him what exactly he was going on about when you noticed a slight movement, and then a shimmering, iridescent fin.

You gasped and covered your mouth instantly, “Remus, it’s merfolk!” you whispered. He smiled when he saw the wondrous expression that filled your face. “How is it possible?” you asked as you saw one of them jump from the water and then back in. You realised as well, that the crashing of the waves at the bottom, was accompanied by soft screeches that would get carried away with the strong wind. “They’re out and about, aren’t they scared to be spotted by muggles?”

“It’s a reserve,” Remus explained. “That’s why Dad decided to move here. Apparently, they’ve charmed almost the entire place. Muggles forget what they’re doing and turn back whenever they cross the magical borders, kind of like Hogwarts and Hogsmeade.”

“Does that mean there are more magical creatures here?” You whispered as you leaned your head over the edge to see the merfolk better. You could instantly tell they were Sunfolk since they had long, human-like hair and were stunningly beautiful. Some of the deadIiest.

“Yeah, there’s a forest not too far from him that is said to be more filled with magical beings than the Forbidden Forest. I heard Dad mention there were fae there too, I guess we could also visit if you–”

“No,” you said simply. “Fae are dangerous, Grandma taught me as much.”

“No more than merfolk,” Remus retorted.

“And we’re looking at them from far away,” you added. “With Fae, it wouldn’t be as simple. They could charmspeak you, Remus.”

Charmspeak was something similar to the Imperius curse, when done properly, the fae could get you to do whatever it is that they wanted. Your mom had been capable of it, she and your grandma had taught you how to resist it since they were scared you might be stolen as a child, and taken back to their tribe. Your grandma hadn’t left in the best of terms, and fae were resentful people.

“They can too,” he said pointing at the sirens. “They’re beautifully deadIy”

“I’m aware,” you responded with a smile and leaned a little closer to the edge, your hands firmly gripping the very end of the cliff as you used them to support yourself and look down curiously. “That makes them even more enrapturing, don’t you think?” You turned to face him.

Remus laughed, “You really do like dangerous things.”

“Not all the dangerous things,” you said, thinking back to a few nights ago.

What a beautiful sight it was that Remus had brought you to, a welcome distraction to the thoughts and memories plaguing your mind. But that didn’t stop you from feeling slightly bitter at the sweetness of the world. Was it making fun of you and your sadness, by being so beautiful and wild? Were the gorgeous scenes mocking your grieving soul or was it an omen of better times?

The darkness was starting to subdue, the sky tinted orange and pink tones ahead, you hadn’t noticed until then, that Remus had woken you to see the sunset along with him.

“You come here often?” You asked as you leaned back on your hands, the cold snow more refreshing than painful as it had been nights ago.

“Dad bought the house when I entered Hogwarts. There’s a small muggle school in which mum teaches history and science a few kilometres west.”

“Wasn’t she a chef?”

“Mum has been so many things, you’d be surprised. She worked at an insurance company in Cardiff before she met Dad, but before that she had been in a band.”

“A band?” you asked, turning to Remus. The warm morning light was reflecting on his skin, making his features softer and homely, like the groggy Remus you had met after the moon, the one who acted like a child and wanted to cuddle you for longer.

He nodded. “She was the drummer,” he explained. “She said she thought there was more to the world than it had to offer and that she wanted to explore the endless possibilities of it all. No wonder she fell in love with a wizard.” You bit your lip as you laughed. Hope was a fascinating woman indeed.

“Anyway, I didn’t know the house until the Christmas break of my first year, Mum and Dad didn’t have to move around as much since they didn’t have to hide Moony anymore and they decided to settle down here. Dad warned her not to get too close to the cliffs, and not to wander around, but she’s stubborn, a lot like you actually.”

“She was the one to find the merfolk, she’s not stupid, though, she didn’t dare to get close to them until she asked Dad all he could tell her about them and gobbled a few hundred books. I got that from her,” he said, turning to face you and then back at the sunset. “She was the one to bring me here, she said she had a Christmas present for me and told me all she had learned about them as we admired the sunset. She said ‘Remus, all things can be beautiful, even the most dangerous ones’, I knew she meant me, but I never quite felt like I lived up to it.”

“Well that’s because you’re a stubborn idiot,” you said with a teasing smile. “You’re beautiful Remus, as beautiful as the Sunfolk swimming down there and as the fae lurking in the forest that you mentioned. Like the sunset and moon, like the wind that blows on our face and the whispering chants of the sea,” you turned to him, “you should just accept it and move on.”

Remus was almost shocked by your words, he didn’t remember you being so poetic, perhaps the near-dеath experience had brought out a new side of you, or perhaps you were just saying your unfiltered thoughts. In the embracing rays of the morning sun, in the homely presence of nothing but the waves and the sky, words were easier to muster, and thoughts became freer than birds.

He knew he shouldn’t tell you, he was aware what a terrible idea it was, but would there ever be a better moment to confess all the feelings that had pent up inside of him the last few months? With the sunrise, and the soft and warm moment surrounding the two of you, with the words you had just said to him like they were a normal sentence but that had been more like a windfall to him. Like an answer to his longings. Perhaps, this was it. “I’m bisexual…”

The second he said it, he completely regretted his words. He had gotten too caught up in the moment, too wrapped up in the beauty of it all. What exactly was he planning to say? I’m bisexual and I have a crush on you and your boyfriend? You had just seen a friend diе for fucks sake, this was about the worst fucking time to speak his mind.

“I know,” you said simply, calmly, as if one of the last secrets he held from you wasn’t such a surprise. Although when Remus said it, it seemed like he had cut himself off; like he had originally wanted to say something else but stopped himself.

“What?!” he asked with a confused frown. Did you know? How did you know? Did that mean you also knew about his impossible crushes?

“Minho accidentally let it slip when I figured he had a thing for Tom, he assumed you had told me,” you explained.

“Really?” he asked in disbelief, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I assumed you’d tell me when you were ready,” you said with a shrug.

“How many more things you know about me that I don’t know you know?” He asked in disbelief, almost diverted altogether.

“That’s quite a question, Moony,” you said with a teasing smile as you leaned back and allowed yourself to fall into the snow, looking at the stunningly tinted sky. “I also like girls, sometimes.”

“What?!” he asked, turning to you very surprised.

“Sirius was shocked too,” you said with a small laugh. You liked this, it felt normal. Like you were just a kid enjoying the time with your friends, no war to worry about, no dark family secrets, just you and Remus.

“He probably thought it was hot,” Remus said as he too allowed himself to fall on the snow. You laughed, remembering Sirius’ words after you told him. “Godric! He didn’t actually say it, did he?”

“Sirius? Speaking his mind without thinking? Nah,” you replied sarcastically.

“Ugh, please tell me you hit him for it.”

“I was a little drunk,” you admitted. “Fell asleep shortly after to be honest.”

“You fell asleep?!?”

“It was after I fell into the water and almost got kiIIed by the water spirit,” you said in self-defence. There was a bit of silence. “I wonder if that was a Naiad or… maybe it was Merfolk? They looked devastatingly hungry, but I don’t see how such beautiful creatures could become so hideous only by the lack of care and neglect.”

“Not all merfolk are beautiful,” Remus said. “Sunfolk are those that muggle mermaids are based on, but they say there are also some deep in the Black Lake, and I believe the deeper they inhabit, the less human-like they become.”

“Yeah?” you asked, turning to look at him, snowflakes already adhering to your hair. Remus couldn’t help but admire how beautiful you looked. “Have you seen them?”

“Of course not,” he replied with half a smile. “But Dad mentioned once that Dumbledore speaks mermish, he’s probably seen them. We can ask him what race they are, although I’d assume they’d be something like Lacfolk or Somfolk.”

“Or Deepmer,” you said, trying to think back to your Magical Creatures from the Depths course.

“Did you just make that up?” he asked.

“What, you mean Lacfolks is a thing but Deepmer isn’t?”

“It sounds like you just made it up.”

“I did not!” You weren’t exactly sure if that was the name, you had one class about it when you were 13, but you had been so busy with other final projects and exams that you didn’t have the opportunity to thoroughly pay attention to it (it wasn’t coming on the exam, and the subject was only given because there was a boy called Elliot who was really passionate about them and requested the teacher to dive a little deeper into the subject). “Well, I’m like 80% sure it’s a thing,” you added as you sat up again.

The sun was starting to come out, a small little fireball emerging from the sea tinting the clouds around it a soft orange tone. Remus sat up as well, lost in between looking at the sky and at the way it reflected on your eyes. He forced his gaze to the sight in front of him instead.

You leaned a little over the edge again, “You think they’re aware we’re looking at them?” you asked when you saw a merman jump from a rock and gracefully dive into the water, muscles glistening in the sun as he called for another man to follow behind.

There was a couple kissing on one of the rocks as well. Devouring each other like they hadn’t kissed in months. You kept staring, paying closer attention to all of them. Some had long blue hair, the colour of the sea. Others a lighter green, more akin to sea foam. Their skin was very tan, like most Sunfolk, but their long hair helped them blend into the water, hiding them from their biggest predator– muggles.

“I think they might be,” Remus said as he saw a merman looking up the cliffs and into your direction. He didn’t speak much, but Remus’ acute sight could kind of see a slight smirk. A coquettish little smile that seemed to beckon him to come down, he was handsome, but there was no way in hell he’d be lured by Merpeople if he had you to look at as well.

“They’re rather hedonistic,” you said when you spotted a blue-haired merwoman kiss one with ashy white curls, wrap her hands around the other’s waist and then pull her to her neck as a green-haired merman kissed her lips.

“Polyamory is common in merpeople,” Remus murmured.

You leaned a little closer to the edge and then pulled back, your cheeks burning in embarrassment, “Remus– Remus I don’t think they’re hedonistic merpeople.” He turned to look at you with a frown. “I think it’s mating season.”

“What? Makes no sense, mating season is almost always in summer…”

“You go tell them that,” you scoffed. “Can’t believe you brought me to see horny merpeople!”

“What? I didn’t–”

You started to laugh and then looked up at the sky again, the sun was much higher now, reflecting a warm beam of light through the landscape. You then leaned down and allowed your head to fall on his lap. “Snow is kind of cold,” you said simply.

He brought his hand to your head and started getting rid of some of the snowflakes that had gotten caught. He placed his fingers around a strand and then allowed them to melt before drying his fingers on his coat and repeating his action again. There was something insanely calming about being with Remus. And while the sights, and stunning view he had brought you were soothing, his hand on your hair were reassuring you far beyond the ability of the mermaids’ chants, and the crashing of waves against the stone.

You stayed there, sometimes talking, sometimes staying quiet, and simply basking in each other’s company. Waking up early had definitely been worth it. You were beyond thankful you had Remus, you couldn’t think of a better place to be. Laying in your lonely room in Hogwarts while you thought back on everything that had happened on Christmas with nothing other to do than eat your heart out in the quiet of lonesomeness seemed like torment in comparison.

Back when you were alone in the snow, with Nina held between your arms, you didn’t think you’d be able to feel at peace again, and while you still felt all the sadness, you were thankful that it wasn’t crashing with the serenity that you felt at the moment. With the bliss of simply looking at the stunning sight and hanging out with your best friend. You realised that sadness and joy weren’t mutually exclusive, but rather there was enough space in your heart for you to feel both desolate over all that had happened mere days ago, and delight over the stunning sights, and the alleviating touch of Remus’ fingers.

“Shouldn’t we go back soon?” you asked, the Merpeople were still in the water enjoying themselves, but the sun had gone up rather high, and while its warmth felt all the more soothing, how high it was and how much warmer it had gotten gave you the feeling that you had been with Remus for a while, “Won’t you parents worry?”

“Mum probably already knows where I brought you,” he lifted his hand from your hair to check his clock, “breakfast should be ready by now, though.”

“Breakfast?” you asked as you stood up and turned to him, the snow on your coat gently falling to the floor, “you’re telling me I’ll get to eat more of your mum’s delicious food?”

You had stood up so fast that Remus was slightly taken aback. He rolled his eyes but nodded, and extended his hand for you to help him up. Did he really need the help? Not really. Did he want an excuse to touch you? Most definitely.

“Merlin, I swear my mouth’s watering and I don’t even know what I’m going to eat.”

Remus scoffed at that, you had always appreciated your food. Especially some of the things the elves prepared, but he’d never expect you to become his mum’s number one fan in regards to it.

“Come on Rem, let’s go!” you said as you started running.

“It’s the other way round, sweetheart,” he said with an amused grin.

You stopped yourself in your tracks, looking at the side and then back at Remus and then to the side again. It was still dark when you got there, but getting confused about which side you had walked from was embarrassing when there were only two possible options. “You’re fucking with me?” He shook his head, an amused smile still dancing on his lips. You sighed and turned back, walking towards Remus. “Are you sure?”

“Very,” he said with a laugh and grabbed your arm the same way he had done when he brought you, this time pushing you a bit closer to him. You didn’t mind it all, you enjoyed being close to Remus, you’d always had. “Come on, we wouldn’t want you to miss my mum’s exquisite food.”

“Don’t make fun of me! It really is exquisite,” you replied, this time with a smile as well.

You and Remus walked back to his cottage, and Hope really had breakfast ready by the time you were there.

“You took her to see the merpeople?” She asked.

“Yeah,” you said with a smile, “And the stunning sunrise too.”

Hope sighed with a smile, and Lyall used his wand to bring in a small crystal bottle with honey and a vase with some fresh berries.

“We got these from the fae market in the forest,” she told you. “It’s hard to deal with them at first but I met a really friendly Brownie that collects muggle things and he’s always willing to make exchanges.

“You’ve eaten fae food?” you asked, horrified. Your mother and grandma had warned you, over a thousand times never to eat fae food.

Lyall smiled, “Not all fae food is bad. Especially not if you’ve made a deal for it. Their charms disappear if they receive something in exchange.”

“I– I didn’t know that,” you stuttered, realising how little you actually knew of the fae, even when you were part one.

“Not many know,” Lyall said reassuringly. “We’ve kept a close relation with most of the leaders of the clans in the forest since it is my job to make sure the wards and protection spells are always active. Hope, being as friendly as she is, made friends along the way.”

“And it doesn’t scare you, they might try to take her away?”

“The Fae?” Lyall asked. “Of course not, they’re very respectful of deals, we’re their guardians.”

Remus gave you a short pat on the back and a sort of comprehensive side look. He too knew what it was like not to know much of who you were, or at least of part of who you were. And while you had learnt a good deal of fae lore, it mostly consisted on how to stay the hell away from them, rather than their customs. Truth be told, you didn’t even know what type of fae your grandma was. Dryad, Selkie, Nymph, Spite, Alven, there were so many of them that had the size and look of a human enough to blend in, like your grandma.

Remus also didn’t know much about werewolves even if he was one, much like you, his knowledge consisted mostly of how to deal with the problem rather than with their origin, who they were or what they did. At this point, you might as well know more about werewolves with all the research you had done than he did himself.

“You want to try one?” Hope said with a smile, taking the plate and offering it up to you. You stared at the absolutely delicious-looking fruit and extended your hand for a strawberry. You took a deep breath and then placed it in your mouth, biting it and closing your eyes at how delicious it tasted. It might have had no charms, but you could easily become addicted to the flavour.

“Woah,” you said as you licked your lips, the remnant of juice being as delightful as the fruit itself. Your eyes had tinted bright silver for a mere second before they returned to normal. Lyall had been busy setting up the table but both Remus and Hope noticed.

Hope was about to say something, but Remus shook his head. It must have been something similar to his eyes going golden when the wolf was near.

“Let’s eat, shall we?” Hope said as she placed the bowl with berries back on the table and pulled a chair for you to sit. You thanked her as you sat down.

Breakfast went by as swiftly and gleefully as dinner had gone last night. And so had the days after that. You’d spend your time exploring around the cliffs with Remus, taking breaks for reading books, and talking to the boys through the radio. You exchanged a few letters with Lily, Marlene and the rest of the girls who had sent letters to the boys the minute they found out about the Christmas Party fire, and that you were on the list of the people that had been invited. They were worried since they hadn’t heard from you since then.

Somehow, being in such a beautiful place had actually helped lift up your spirits, and while you didn’t feel exactly like yourself yet, you did feel a lot better. One night you sneaked out as Vixen and ran towards the shore, hiding behind some rocks and staring at the selkies. One of them had long blonde hair and it reminded you so much of Nina’s that you ended up running back up the hills and crying near the castle ruins until Remus found you.

He wanted to tell you off for walking out at night, for not telling him or anyone, for not even taking his wand along. He wanted to tell you that even if the merpeople and fairies had dealt with his parents, that didn’t exempt you from the dangers of being ignorant of their customs. Instead, he sat beside you and placed a hand on your back, smoothing soft circles like he had done the night he found you in the snow. You wrapped your hands around his neck and clang to him as you allowed the tears to drop from your eyes and wet his jumper. He had run out so fast he hadn’t even taken a coat out.

“What happened?” he asked you softly.

“She looked like Nina,” you whispered and sniffed, trying to wipe the tears off your face and compose yourself.

“It’s okay,” he said soothingly and wrapped his arms a little tighter, bringing you to his lap and holding you close. He held you until you stopped crying and the two walked back to the cottage. Neither of you talked about it in the morning, nor did you the day after in which you both went to see the sunrise again.

“We just got this letter for the two of you,” Lyall said as you walked back inside the house.

“Yeah?” you asked with a frown, as you extended your hand to take it from Lyall who had handed it out for you.

“From the Potters,” Hope added with a smile.

You turned to Remus and the two of you opened it. “Oh, they want us to come to their house after New Year,” you said.

“How surprising,” Hope replied with a knowing smile.

“They say we can stay over until we go back to school from there…” Remus added as he read.

“That means I won’t see you again till the break?” Hope asked, looking at the two of you, and then focusing on Remus. “What about the moon?”

“I mean, Vix could go and–”

“No,” you said. “It’s fine, we don’t have to go. Are you going to spend the moon here?”

Remus threw you a side glance and then turned to his mum who had a knowing look on her face. “I was just joking. You both should go and have fun with your friends. Remus has been at the Potter’s on a Moon before, I’m sure they have something prepared for that.” She turned to you, “You must miss your boyfriend as well,” Hope added looking at you.

And you really did miss Sirius. But the idea of going to the Potters, of being with Sirius and James and then going to school, meant reality. It meant facing everything that had happened again, talking to the boys about it. The small little bubble you had created here with Remus. The one where there were pretty things and creatures and nothing more than would burst the minute you left. And you weren’t sure who you’d become outside of it.

You turned to Remus, “Well if you want to,” you said softly.

Remus looked at you and smiled, although it wasn’t quite reaching his eyes. “We’ll go, after New Year.”

It’s not that Remus didn’t want to see James and Sirius. Heck, he missed Sirius intensely, his eyes, his hair, his laugh, his voice, his pranks. But stepping out of his house and into the Potter’s meant you wouldn’t be his anymore –you weren’t now either– but he had lived the blissful deceit of having you, of hugging you and playing with your hair and being the person to comfort you when you were sad and of being the only one to make you laugh and being the only one who got to see your smiles and he didn’t want that to end. He knew how selfish that was. He was aware he was being greedy, but he had enjoyed the dream the two of you had been wrapped up in. And even then, he wanted to see Sirius again. He yearned for him and his mannerisms and the way he would sometimes invade his personal space, and he had to pretend he didn’t enjoy it. No matter how much bliss he felt with you, he wanted to see Sirius again. You both did.

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ANYONE BUT YOU (2023) PROMPTS * assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary

you still live at 28 fuckboy lane?

there's a reason why you're alone. no one can trust you.

i still think about the night we spent together.

these last few days really made me realize how much i miss you.

that night at your place, no matter how it ended, it was still pretty amazing.

so... you gonna kiss me now?

you'll always be my rock bottom.

okay, nuzzle my neck. get in there.

we are not together. we were faking it the whole time.

we have to kick it up a notch. make it feel like we're in the ga-ga stage.

you know, i feel really bad about that.

did you catch him measuring his dick with a ruler app?

you scared the shit out of me.

we're getting pretty good at faking it.

it doesn't matter how we found out.

permission to put my left hand on your right buttock?

okay, not in circles. it's not a magic lamp.

are you not wearing underwear?

we do not inherit the earth. we just borrow it from our creatures.

i have a better idea. you just let me do everything.

thanks for being so cool about all of this.

you want a coffee? it's the best n the world.

there's only one bed, but we hung a shower curtain in the middle.

hi. where's your bathroom?

i could have done it myself, but whatever. thanks.

thanks for not stealing my coat.

is that really a two person job?

you would let me die?

they think i'm throwing my life away.

no, that was rude. i apologize to anyone that was listening.

i don't know. i'm not good at this, sorry.

i'm from a different generation.

i'm not talking about love. i'm talking about dick.

all that matters is that we're together.

that's not me anymore. i'm free now. i'm deprogrammed.

no way, that man does not have a heart.

well, that didn't take long.

if i never ask you for anything ever again, can you please just lay off of me this weekend?

let's just have a moment to calm ourselves.

no one cares. no one can see us.

we were on a break, asshole.

either way, someone's lying to someone.

i must have really gotten under your skin.

you used none of those terms properly.

i cannot believe i just said that out loud.

i'm sorry. my life is a disaster right now.

look at this place. it looks like every serial killer reenactment documentary.

no matter how broken something is, there's always a way to fix it.

this whole thing is so new to me.

i don't really like labels, but i like you a whole bunch.

so are you going to ask me out now?

so if we were getting attacked by giant spiders, you would not be able to protect us?

you two know each other?

i'm going to go grab a drink. door's that way if you're looking to sneak out. i know that's your thing.

i'm going to get a drink and toast to never seeing you again.

how crazy is it that we're on the same plane?

why do so many of us feel stuck?

you don't even play tennis.

we're fine if he just stays away from me.

you're such a romantic.

i was hoping you'd come. i wanted to message you, but i didn't know how you'd feel about hearing from me.

they're also a little worried how you're gonna react to all this.

you have a little something in your teeth.

we need to come up with a game plan.

you are so terrible at this.

it's harder than you think.

they know i would never go out with a guy like you.

we just suck face in front of everybody.

you're calling me a fuckboy like it's an insult? i own that shit.

let's just be affectionate. i know it's a foreign concept for you.

you were the one who said there's a thin line between love and hate.

i think it was more of a euphemism for crying alone.

i definitely didn't hate you.

last night was the first thing i haven't regretted in a long time.

i love the weird way you stick your hand down my pants.

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21 May 2024 | LCDrarry Fic

Theme and Variations

Prompt: "Rush", 2013, Ron Howard Prompted by: @sleepstxtic Author: Anonymous Word Count: 24,890 words Rating: Mature Warnings: brief mentions of (canonical) child abuse

Notes: thank you so much to the mods for putting on this wonderful fest!! i’m so so grateful to have gotten to take part in it, even with my late entrance (and late submission). K, i absolutely loved your prompt – though i certainly played fast and loose with it!

a million thanks and a kiss on the lips to my irl bestie, T, for her unwavering support, thoughtful betaing, and willingness to answer all of my ridiculous questions about ballet and balanchine. and an additional million thanks to everyone who listened to me ramble as i dragged myself across the finish line of this fic.

Summary: Draco had fucked him over, yet again. Harry was sick of it.

With music swelling from the orchestra below, lights beating down on him hard enough to break a sweat before the first variation, the audience rapt with attention, this should have been the greatest moment of Harry’s life. But it wasn’t. Of course Draco fucking Malfoy had to ruin this for him too.

Harry took a shaking breath and began to dance.

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Why Hali/Aymeric?

This is something that I’ve been wanting to write up for a long time now, and I’ve finally been able to get my thoughts down properly. For those who have been around for a while might be used to my ship by now and can see how their chemistry is, but I know I have some newer followers that might be interested in this explanation. Or perhaps you’re just curious even though you’ve been here forever. Either way, I thank you in advance for taking your time to read this! See under the cut below.

So, you might or might not know that Hali is actually not my first WoL OC, even though she is pretty much my only WoL OC now. Before Hali was created, I had an Auri Hingan Samurai woman named Yume, whom I had created back in 2019, shortly after the release of Shadowbringers. I didn’t realize it at first, but because of how I had written Yume, as a stoic, no nonsense warrior through and through, but also someone who was dealing with a lot of trauma and trying to find purpose in her life, I soon had a hard time shipping her with anyone. Over the years I had tried shipping Yume with Cid, G’raha, and I briefly thought of Artoirel, but before any of them, my first choice of an NPC ship was Aymeric.

Why Aymeric? Well, it took me quite a while to realize that a huge part of me wanting to ship Yume with Aymeric as a first choice was a very personal one. Aymeric was the first character in FFXIV that I completely fell for. Though I enjoyed the characters of Cid, Haurchefant, and G’raha in ARR, it wasn’t until we meet Aymeric that I had gotten attached to the world and the story through finding a favorite character of my own. Aymeric is so special to me, and that made me try to ship my only WoL at the time with him. But as you can see, that ultimately didn’t work out.

It didn’t work out because Yume and Aymeric didn’t vibe well with each other. There was a severe lack of chemistry between the two. I had realized that Aymeric is much too polite and respectful of decorum to break Yume out of her shell to make a deeper connection than just comrades that respect one another, and I didn’t think Yume was the kind of person that Aymeric would come to love either, as she would likely remind him of the many Ishgardian nobles that he was around all the time, for many reasons which I won’t elaborate on here due to brevity. And as I didn’t have any other OCs at the time, continued developing Yume and an NPC ship with Aymeric was discarded. Although I personally was very saddened by that, I thought it was the right decision for both characters.

Yet, I continued having trouble writing any kind of ship with Yume. After a few years, as I kept getting frustrated with the ships I was trying to write for her, I got inspired to make another WoL OC that would be different from Yume in every way. She actually would end up being much more of a self insert than I ever expected, but nonetheless I fell in love with the pink haired, happy go lucky Lalafellin woman who would become Hali Aloke, my pride and joy.

As I got Hali through base ARR and into the ARR patches, I didn’t have any intention on trying to ship her Aymeric and to try a WoL x NPC ship with him a second time, as I actually had intentions to ship Hali with Krile later on in her WoL journey.

But everything changed once Hali met Aymeric in 2.4, the lead up to Heavensward. I saw them in the cutscenes together, and as ridiculous of a height difference they had, I still couldn’t help but giggle and squeal whenever they were together. They just were incredibly adorable, and I couldn’t hold myself back. I just had to try to ship Hali with Aymeric.

So I decided to try to write a few prompts with them together and see how their dynamic was. And it was even better than I had expected. Their chemistry was so amazing, and the dialogue between them flowed quite effortlessly. Not only was I highly impressed and kept getting inspired to write more and more, but I got a ton of positive feedback from so many people telling me that they loved Hali and Aymeric together.

And I guess that was that. I have never looked back since. Hali x Aymeric are my everything (well fandom wise of course); my ship makes me so damn happy. Just looking at them makes me smile and want to write and gpose more. I can’t get enough of them. It’s to the point now that I don’t know if I could ever write a ship better than Hali x Aymeric. And you know what? I don’t even want to try at this point.

I still can’t fully comprehend how a pink haired, bubbly, sunshine of a lalafellin woman and a noble, brave, and charismatic Ishgardian knight could be such a beautiful and dynamic couple that would not only bring me endless joy but also keep inspiring me far more than anything else I’ve ever written. It is utterly beyond my comprehension, but somehow it works. And I am forever grateful that I just followed my heart and wrote what I wanted, and not for anyone else’s approval, but my own.

I somehow hope this helps inspire someone out there to not be afraid and just go for the ship they want to write for, despite what the fandom at large says. Trust me, it’s worth it.

#ffxiv headcanons #aymeric x wol #wol x aymeric #wolaymeric #hali aloke #oc: drops or jupiter #hali x aymeric #ship: hold me closer

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Personality through quotes

Thanks to @elsie-writes here and @mk-writes-stuff here!

Rules: provide a quote from an OC given a prompt

A quote about magic

Lexi: "I've always been a bit skeptical of the existence of magic. Personally, I think it's more beautiful and wonderful if things we consider magic are just nature or humanity. Alium is just an alternate reality where magic exists, but even then it's not really magic. Just different science."

Maddie: "Magic doesn't exist. Even in Alium, it's just science."

Ash: "It's classic to say magic is just science we don't understand, and I agree. Science is so fascinating. Studying telepathy as a science is interesting."

Gwen: "Just because you understand something as a science doesn't mean it's not magic. Magic is about wonder. Even in Ceteri, there are many wonderful, magical things to appreciate."

Robbie: "I kinda agree with Gwen here. I'm in the robotics elective at my school, and watching the little guys move... Boom, magic. Ash and Maddie are in their school's robotics club, and they tell me I shouldn't anthropomorphize the robots, but I can't help it!"

Akash: "Not sure about magic, but once in a lifetime friendships that rely on chance meeting is pretty close to it. In fact, anything amazing that happens by chance feels like magic, to an extent."

Jedi: "Alium does not have magic, per se, but there are many fascinating things about our world we do not understand. The revolution around our birthdays--two random ones at that. The existence of dragons. The workings of the portal. I wouldn't say magic is just science we don't understand, but science is in of itself magic because there's no reason for it to work the way it does other than the universe itself."

Carmen: "Pfft, we're debating magic again? Magic doesn't exist. Grow up."

A quote about the weather

Lexi: "I guess I'm glad I'm used to hoodies and don't get warm easily. Houston weather can get pretty warm and humid, especially in the summer."

Maddie: "I wish it didn't get so hot in the summer. I'd go outside a lot more than I do. I do enjoy watching the downpour through my bedroom window. Though when lightning strikes and takes out our power...that sucks. But it's kinda fun, in a way."

Ash: "I really like going outside when it's overcast. Sunburn and heatstroke is lower, and it's just generally nice to be outside without the sun ruining your vision. Thunderstorms are also super cool."

Gwen: "I feel like if I was born in a different family, I'd hate the outside. Staying in my room with a book sounds nice. But my family has a perfect place for a natural hike we go to near our house. So sometimes I read on the back porch swing. I like it when there's a nice breeze but not strong enough to where it blows the pages shut."

Robbie: "Life hack - avoid bad weather by never going outside! Unfortunately my parents are doctors and make Sammy and me go outside for Vitamin... Uh, C? It's C, right? Not confident about that. Whichever one it is, Sammy and I have prescribed Outside Time."

Akash: "If mobility isn't an issue, I like being outside. Warm, bright, sunny days with soft breezes are epic. Could be out there for hours. No need for prescribed Outside Time."

Jedi: "Hm? Oh, weather is nice, yes." (Goes back to his work)

Carmen: "... Weather sucks. I would much rather spend my days inside. I definitely don't miss walking through the forest and seeing all the plants and animals. Recognizing certain individual creatures. Enjoying the breeze. The warmth... It's stupid, is what it is."

Your prompt: A quote about teaching or learning

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tired-teacher-blog · 1 year

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Hello again! I'm so glad you enjoyed my fluffy thirst 🥰 you're so kind!

I have serious brainrot. This one is less floofy and more *scandalous*

(You are a fellow teacher in this (just for clarity's sake lol))

You hear an interaction between Shouta and one of the students that seems borderline mean, even for him. You only wish to wag a finger at him and get the full scoop on what happened, so like any sane person, you hide in the janitors closet. When he finally passes by and you don't sense anyone else anywhere near the closet, you quickly open the door and pull him in, shutting and locking the door behind you. You question him. He gives short responses. Typical. But you know better and something about this situation you've admittedly put yourself in tickles you to the bone and brings a heat to your core. Before either of you know it, you're kissing him deeply, pulling him by the collar of his shirt to bring him closer and he's sliding his hands down to the backs of your thighs to lift you up and press your back to the tall shelf.

"Let's make this quick, yeah?"

- 🐺

Oh wow this is brilliant! Scandalous indeed and I love it 😏

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ────── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

The thing is, once your lips have touched and glided eagerly in a sloppy kiss with his own, all logic was thrown out the window along with your sanity.

You couldn't remember the reason why you were in that cramped closet anymore, neither did you care about anything other than the big, rough hands exploring your trembling body.

And when he did it, when he picked you up and pressed you against the tall shelf— knocking some of the cleaning supplies in the process, you suddenly forgot how to breathe, wrapping your legs around his waist and digging your nails into his shoulders as he spoke, "let's make this quick, yeah?"

Though your response was barely above a small whine, one that later on turned into cries of his name, and broken pleas for him to fuck you harder..

#🐺 anon #you have some amazing prompts babe #this is so hot #and i love it #thank you so much for this ♥️♥️♥️#aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa smut #shota aizawa smut #shouta aizawa imagine #shouta aizawa headcanons #aizawa shota x reader #shouta aizawa x reader

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yujeong · 3 months

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(for ship + title) pete & porsche, fester

Pete’s screams were deafening, his fists on Porsche's chest feeling like concrete. It hurt, more than he was willing to admit, more than he was allowed to show. “Why, Porsche?” Before coming here, he had truly believed it would be worth it. The price was worth paying for, Porsche had told himself. Everything for the truth. “How could you?” Goosebumps erupted on his skin, as the realization came and settled between his lungs. Because it had been an easy choice to make. Because if he had to, Porsche would make it again.

#Lusn thank you so much for sending me this #Pete&Porsche my beloved #what an amazing title for a fic centered around their relationship omg #it gave me so many thoughts but I eventually settled for the idea I plan on writing *soon*#which is: Porsche witnesses the VP Hum Bar scene in ep13 and is the one who eventually interrupts them #which of course makes Pete realize how Vegas came to find him there #hence the connection to the title you gave me #I hope I did a good job with this it made me anxious a little bit heh #kinnporche the series #porsche kittisawasd #pete saengtham #porschepete #writing prompt

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ravendruid · 1 year

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i’d be nowhere without you. you’ve gotten me through so much. Vaxleth. Raven break my heart with this so I am not broken more by the new episode of CR tomorrow. C3 episode 51 hurt so much already.

Not gonna lie, I was half-asleep when I read your ask, and it took me a long time to realize it was a prompt, and not you telling me the line. xD I have done my best to break your heart. I know mine is broken for sure. Obligatory: this drabble has spoilers for Post-Campaign 1, and Episode 51 of Campaign 3. It's also purely speculative. “I’d be nowhere without you. You’ve gotten me through so much.”

Ludinus Da’leth, a pale Elven man with long white hair, still stands, although almost in ruins. His deep blue robes are tattered in places, his long fork-pointed staff rests on the ground at his feet, broken in half, his face is beaten and bruised, and gashes are carved into his shoulders and chest. Ludinus Da’leth, a millennia-old elf and the Archmage leader of the Cerberus Assembly, still stands, but not for long.

There is a mixture of elements in the air around him as he is circled by both those he hurt and their loved ones. Keyleth spearheads the initiative, lightning crackling all around her as her green eyes shine with ire. Caleb and Essek are next. The first one’s hands are alight in flames, while the second summons silvery purple light. Lastly, Beauregard and Yasha are standing side-to-side, the bright orange glow of Scaldsaber splattered with blood, matching Beau’s knuckles.

As Da’leth’s limp body falls to the ground unmoving, one by one, each of his fellers kneels in exhaustion, sobbing into their loved one’s arms, for justice has finally been achieved. All except for Keyleth, who spares no second crossing to her goal: the orb on top of the beacon.

— Keyleth sits crosslegged under the Sun Tree, its golden leaves dancing with the soft summer breeze and reflecting the golden light of the sun above, holding the small only gem in her hands. The bustle of Whitestone’s streets and people fade as she concentrates on the orb, peering into the darkness of her mind, feeling it warm up to her touch as if the sphere itself is trying to reassure her that what she seeks is still in there. Keyleth smiles as she hears the familiar sound of wings flapping in the wind above her. She knows it’s not him – it can’t be him, he’s in her hands – whatever it is, it has to be a sign that he’s still with her.

“This is the orb, then?” Vex’ahlia asks her an hour later as they sit in her Manor drawing room, to which Keyleth nods, apprehensive.

“Are you sure that he’s in there?” Percival asks, adjusting the golden-rimmed glasses on his face, to which Keyleth shrugs.

“I felt something, but I can’t be sure. Pike,” Keyleth hands the gnome the orb, who takes it carefully in her hands.

Pike sits cross-legged on the floor with her eyes closed, a long platinum braid falling down her shoulder, and she focuses on the gem at hand. A golden light emanates from her palms, enveloping the dark orb to such an extent that Keyleth has to look away, lest she is blinded by such pure light. Ten minutes pass and Pike opens her eyes with a smile as bright as the light of Serenrae.

“He’s in here. I saw him.” She gets up on her little legs and carefully sets the orb on the coffee table. Vex’ahlia promptly stands, as well, wrapping the gnome into a hug.

“We need a powerful dispel spell,” Pike looks over at Keyleth, who is already on her feet, radiating green light from the tips of her fingers.

Anxiety pumps the blood in her veins as Keyleth approaches the table. She can feel everyone’s eyes on her and hears the hammering of her heart in her ears. It has been thirty years since they last saw Vax, and in thirty years, so much has changed.

The green light travels through the darkness of the orb, spreading slowly around it like an aura, and Keyleth closes her eyes, sending each speck of nature energy into the spell. When Vax was turned, there were loud screams and a flash of bright light. But as the spell fades, there is nothing but silence.

The orb floats above the table, and Keyleth steps back, biting her lip in anticipation. From within, a pair of black raven-like wings sprout, folding into a cocoon that opens slowly to reveal the lithe half-elven figure of Vax’ildan, the Champion of the Raven Queen. He looks around, taking in the sight of those that were once his friends and family, and a smile spreads across the masked face.

Vax barely has time to catch himself as Vex jumps into his arms, loud sobs echoing through the room as one, then two other pairs of arms and bodies hold him. He recognizes these arms. They are older, sure, but they still feel like home.

Vax recognizes the small figure hugging him around his waist: Pike Trickfoot, Cleric and Champion of the Everlight. Oh, how beautiful and radiant she looks, with her platinum hair beautifully plaited, and bright blue eyes, always so warm and inviting. He knows he missed much of the young gnome’s life, her wedding with Scanlan, the birth of her two children, Juniper and Wilhand’ildan – Vax’s heart sings with the honor – and her divorce as well. But Pike looks good. She seems happy and healthy, busy with the bakery and her not-so-much children anymore.

Vax recognizes the white-haired human that leans on him with the familiar scent of gunpowder and wood. Percival, whose features are so wrinkly now, and a white beard that matches his hair. The once spry gunslinger of Vox Machina holds himself upright with the help of a cane – for sure containing secrets, but a cane nonetheless. Father of five wonderful, beautiful children, whose births he also missed. Whitestone lives as the de Rolo family thrives.

The last pair of arms surrounding him belongs to his twin, his dear sister, Vex’ahlia, who can’t hold a chuckle. “I’m older than you now,” she says. While that might be technically true, she doesn’t look a decade older than in her thirties. Vax is happy to see his sister still dressed in white dragon leather armor, Fenthras hanging at her back, her hair still pulled into a braid, and a black feather still tucked behind her year. Yes, she is older than him now, but she is still the same.

Vax’ildan’s eyes sweep across the room in search of the last pair of arms, the ones that are not surrounding him, the ones he needs the most. Keyleth stands tall and proud with a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes. She’s beautiful and radiant as the sun, the moon, and the stars at the same time. His heart clenches as his gaze finds the freshly carved scars on her exposed skin, and he remembers it all. Springing himself free from his family’s embrace, Vax crosses the room, picks Keyleth up into a tight hug, and spins her around. His lips find hers in a long, desperate kiss as his hands travel all over her body in search of wounds and scars that he can heal.

“I’m okay,” Keyleth chuckles softly, her bright green eyes locked into his, and a soft pale hand removes the mask from his face. “I’m alive.”

“I was so scared I failed to protect you,” He whispers.

“You have never failed to protect me, Vax.” If Keyleth noticed the way he preened at how confidently she spoke his name, she didn’t show. “I’d be nowhere without you. You’ve gotten me through so much, and for that, I owe you my life.”

“Keyleth, you owe me nothing.” Vax kissed her passionately, ignoring the sighs and sobs of the three people behind them. “I owe you. Name your price.”

“I just want your love.” She leaned her forehead against his with a smile on her face.

“You’ve had my love and my heart for over thirty years. Nothing has changed it, and nothing will.”

Forever, and ever, and always.

#critical role #cr fic #Post-Campaign 1 #Post c3e51 #vaxleth #prompted #I'm shaking.#this was an amazing writing experience and I really need to go cry now #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE PROMPT #whoever you are anon just know that you are holding my heart in your hands right now

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cynical-gamer-media · 25 days

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We can reveal our @fe3hfemslashex (2024) fics! I wrote Edelshez/Shezgard (Edelgard/Shez) for @/CmdrKing on Twitter.

'Shez ponders if there are other Agarthans like her whom have been experimented on. If so, and very likely to be true, where do they fit into Edelgard's world? Shez discusses with her wife these very concerns and how they can potentially accommodate such people.'

#Fire Emblem #FE #Fire Emblem: Three Houses #FE16 #FE3H #FEW3H #Edelshez #Shezgard #Edelgard #Shez #Edelgard von Hresvelg #Writing #My Writing #I was thrilled to be paired with someone who wanted Edelshez! If you are on Tumblr then thank you so much for the amazing prompt!

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capybaraonabicycle · 1 month

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Anon, I love your ask! I have an idea, I have a plan, I have lots of motivation, I am not sure when I will have the TIME - because obviously the idea got out of hand immediately. I shall try to keep it short and hurry a little, but we'll see how that works out 😅

#the prompt is amazing #unfortunately it calls for a complete au with backstory so well #I'll see what I can do #jennyxvastra-fic-anon #but thank you so much for the prompt <3

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lcdrarry · 12 hours

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22 May 2024 | LCDrarry Fic

Happiness Seems to be Loneliness

Prompt: "Saltburn", 2023, Emerald Fennell Prompted by: @themiddleofwonderland (Amazuppai on ao3) Author: Anonymous Word Count: 29,811 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Unhinged Harry Potter, Dark Harry Potter, Obsessive Harry Potter, Character Death, Animal Death, Fat Shaming, Minor Character Death, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Inspired by Saltburn (2023), References to Frankenstein, Necrophilia, Off-scene suicide (mentioned)

Notes: Title from the song Loneliness by Tomcraft Thanks so much to Amazuppai for their prompt: Saltburn but make it gay(er) and magical. Would love Draco as Felix and Harry as Oliver with all the unhinged Gothic vibes of the movie. Hope the fic is everything you wanted to see in a Drarry/Saltburn AU!

It takes a village to write a fic, especially for a fic fest, so I want to thank: L. for being THE best beta and cheerleader I could hope for! Your insight into this story helped me believe when I thought it didn't make any sense and your cheerleading made me actually finish this damn thing. Without you this fic would not exist. O. for making me write the most unhinged things and stoking their fires. You're my other braincell! ILY!!! P, W and S for screaming with me about this fic. Your enthusiasm helped me finish! The LCD server: I'm privileged enough to have witnessed, once again, the strength of this community. You're why I come back to fest writing and want to do it more. And to the LCD Mods: you're stars and we DO NOT deserve you!!!

Summary: Fucking Pansy was like fucking a fish. or Drarry meets Saltburn

Read it now on AO3.

Please help promote the fest by sharing your favourite submissions, so more people can enjoy all the amazing new Drarry works of LCDrarry. Thank you!

Creator reveals are on 15 June.

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prismatica-the-strange · 1 year

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Since you asked for Bernard and Charity prompts…👀👀 how about a scenario where Bernard and Charity watch the aurora borealis (the northern lights) together?? 💜

"Bernard," Charity huffs as she trudges behind him in the snow, "Why are we out here? It's like negative eighty."

He slows down to wrap his arm around her shivering shoulders, "It'll be worth it, I promise."

They crest a small hill just as colors start to swirl and mix in the sky.

He smiles when he looks over to find her staring up at them in awe.

"I know it's been a long time since you've seen the Northern Lights," he presses a kiss to the top of her head.

"I forgot how pretty they were."

#aurora borealis? At this time of year? At this time of day? In this part of country? Localized entirely within your kitchen?#Yes #Thank you so much for the prompt eve i love you #wonderful amazing mutual #Bernard the elf #bernard tsc #prisma writes #blurb game #ask game #Snowfall Sweethearts ☕❄

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heniareth · 2 years

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19 Quarantine or 52 Celebrate for Astala

Hellooooo ^^ Thank you very much for the prompts, these have been very fun to write. Especially the first one XD XD XD Under the cut bc kinda long!

19. Quarantine

"And where do you think you're going?"

Rascal froze in the middle of the doorway like a child that had been caught stealing food.

"Come here now, ser," Astala said as she crossed the hall of Arl Eamon's estate as quickly as she dared without spooking the mabari. "Don't think I didn't see you play with that street dog while I was busy talking. You will have a bath."

Rascal slunk away from her and let out a pitiful whine.

"Don't even try that," Astala said and quickened her steps. "You're covered in mud and you probably have fleas. Andraste be my witness, if you don't come with me right now-"

Rascal yelped and bounded off, through the dining hall, under the chairs and back out into the great hall. Astala was left standing in the doorway, dumbfounded.

"Rascal!"

As soon as she had her wits about her she ran after him, but the mabari was too fast. He bounded up the staircase, almost knocked over a servant and disappeared deeper into the estate. Astala gave chase, guided by the shrieks of people and the barking and panting best she could, but by the time she had chased her dog into the end of the wing where her companions had their rooms, the dog was heither to be seen nor heard. The door to her right was open, the room behind it empty. Astala tried the door on the left and found it locked.

"What?" came Oghren's grumbly voice from behind the door.

"Have you seen Rascal?"

A short pause. Then, "no."

"Nice try, Oghren." Astala gave the door a sharp tug, but the lock held. "Oghren, open up. Rascal needs a bath."

"He's fine," came the answer.

"He's covered in mud and probably has fleas. You'll get them too!"

"Pah!" The disdain in Oghren's voice allowed Astala to picture his expression as clearly as if he was standing in front of her. "Your surfacer fleas have nothing on me! Couldn't pierce a bronto's hide if they tried."

Astala pulled at the door, harder. "Hand over the fucking dog, Oghren!"

"Never!"

Around the corner of the hallway appeared the servant Rascal had almost knocked over. "Warden? Arl Eamon requests your and ser Alistair's presence in his study."

"What, right now?" Astala gestured to the door. "I'm a bit busy at- No. Wait."

She had an idea.

"Could you tell the arl I'll be there in a minute? Gotta clear something first."

When the servant nodded and disappeared, Astala turned back to the door, smiling sweetly to herself.

"Thank you ever so much for agreeing to bathe Rascal, Oghren."

"What? I never-"

"I hereby," Astala continued, "place you both in quarantine. You will not leave this room until you are bathed and flealess. I'll tell the people here to send you some water and soap. Oh, and vinegar. You got this, yeah?"

"Sodding ancestors!" There was a scrambling behind the door and then the sound of a key turning in its lock. "Warden, you can't be-"

"In there you stay, Oghren. I'm counting on you." Astala smiled and waved as she started walking down the hallway. "Thank you! And good luck with Rascal!"

A barrage of dwarven curses filled the hallway behind her as Astala skipped back into the heart of the estate and towards arl Eamon's study, where they had more important and maybe even more pleasant business waiting for her. When she saw Oghren and Rascal again at dinner, they had long faces, smelled of lavender and vinegar, and were entirely mud- and flealess.

52. Celebrate (another one because the first one was a lot of fun already XD This one is sadder and it's a part of the story that might be subject to change in the future. I'm very much playing around with ideas about the possible consequences of killing the archdemon here)

⚠️CW⚠️ for injury and limited cognitive capacities

Every morning she was woken up by worried hands and voices that wouldn't leaver her be until she had opened her eyes and told them good morning. Every morning she was asked to eat no matter how sick she was feeling or how little she managed to keep down. Every morning started with her staring at her own fragility. She hated it. It made her want to run and hide, which left her feeling even more like a piece of cloth so thin it was about to dissolve into nothing.

But, invariably, every morning the woman with the grey hair and the sure hands came and made her feel a bit more solid.

"How are you today?"

Astala blinked. The woman smiled at her and started her daily check-up. It always began with the summoning of a bright light and careful attention to her eyes. Astala tried not to blink again.

"Wynne?"

The woman drew back, taking the light with her so that Astala could see joyful surprise on her face.

"Hello, Astala. It seems we are a bit more present today, aren't we?"

Present. Astala frowned and carefully flexed her fingers.

"Do you remember yesterday? We talked about something happening today."

More guesswork. Wynne liked to hint at things that had happened and then leave it to Astala to try and figure put what she was talking about. It was frustrating, to say the least. Still, it always brought a smile to other people's faves, Wynne included, and so Astala tried.

"Something... big. A celebration?"

Wynne nodded encouragingly.

"A celebration because... something big happened." Astala frowned. "Or ended."

Blood.

Blight.

Leathery wings and exposed muscle over gleaming teeth.

"The- the dragon!"

"The archdemon," Wynne said. "Very good."

"There was blood!" Astala stammered. "Did it die?"

"Yes," Wynne said and smiled. "You killed it."

"And that is... good. Right?" Astala asked. Just in case. She couldn't deal with trouble these days.

"It's very good," Wynne nodded. "It's what we are celebrating today. We are celebrating you."

"Huh."

Astala sat still as she rolled this new information around in her sluggish mind and let Wynne continue her check-up. Killing a dragon... that was difficult, right? And an archdemon, that was even worse than a regular dragon, wasn't it? How she had accomplished such a feat was a mystery. Currently, she couldn't even make sense of who she was sometimes.

Would there be a lot of people at the celebration?

How was she supposed to go?

"Wynne?"

The woman looked up from her pack, from which she had procured a needle. Astala supressed a shudder. Wynne had explained her (more than once, probably) that it was necessary to see if she could still feel in her extremities. It still was one of the worst parts of the check-up, and when she was unable to feel the stab of the needle it was almost a relief despite the fact that it meant she was less present that day.

Wynne was still waiting for her to continue speaking.

"Wynne, I can't walk," Astala said.

"That is because you have a broken bone," Wynne explained patiently. "It needs a bit more-"

"-time to heal, yes." Astala waved the matter aside. "I remember. But, Wynne, if they're celebrating that I killed the dragon- archdemon, how am I supposed to go if I can't walk?"

"Do you want to go?" Wynne asked.

Huh. Astala hadn't even thought about that. She did so now, and closed her eyes to better concentrate. The light hurt her eyes, and it was easier to think when less things were hurting.

"No," she finally said. "I don't want to. But shouldn't I be there?"

"Alistair will go in your stead," Wynne said and smiled kindly. "Don't worry. There is no meed for you to be there."

No need for you to be there.

Astala leaned back against her pillow and watched numbly as Wynne armed herself with the damned needle. No need for her to be there. She didn't know why, and she was too tired and not present enough to figure that one out. But something about those words, or about the way they had been said, settled like a heavy blanket on her chest and brought tears to her eyes.

---

So. Some explaining. Since a post has come across my dash recently about how killing the archdemon straight up obliterates the Grey Warden's soul, I have been thinking about what kind of effect that could have upon the Warden if the Dark Ritual has been completed. If we're talking game mechanics, the blast generating upon the death of the archdemon would deal physical AND spirit damage, which would leave behind some kind of aftermath. What I'm considering right now is that basically the soul is holding onto the body of the Warden by only a few threads. This would manifest in a comatose state followed by memory loss, brain fog and generally limited cognitive capacities as the soul settles back into the Warden's body. I borrowed some symptoms such as the nausea and the sensitivity towards light from a concussion as well (and since the explosion flings the Warden backwards, an actual concussion isn't off the table). And Wynne is basically making sure that the soul settles back into the body as quickly as possible and doesn't start to slip away again. I imagine she'd be able to help with that, being a spirit mage and all.

I do think that Astala would make full recovery (maybe she has some days when she feels slightly less present or she's at a higher risk of posession than your average non-mage because the tether between her body and her soul is still a little fragile. Idk). Why do I inflict such pain upon poor Astala? Why, because I have a tragic affinity for drama. So, thank you for enabling me! It's been fun to write, hopefully fun to read, and if not fun, then at least interesting ^^

#thank you so so much again for both prompts XD they've been a joy to write #and have given me some amazing food for thought ^^#astala tabris #dao #dragon age #my writings #ask game #cw: injury

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