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So what's the tally on who's keeping secrets from Adrien that he deserves to know? Marinette, Felix, Lila, Nathalie, Tomoe, & Emilie (if she's alive) know Gabe is Monarch. Marinette, Felix, Kagami, Tomoe, Nathalie, Emilie (if she's alive), & maybe Amelie know he's a Senti. Alix maybe knows stuff from time traveling? Have I missed anyone? Or any other secrets being kept from him?
There's Amilie! Who holds the uncoveted position of being an adult family member who SHOULD care about Adrien but doesn't even remember he exists most of the time.
Tikki, which... Meh.
And Plagg. Who I'm choosing to believe CAN'T tell Adrien because I can only handle so many character assassinations at once.
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Still annoyed at my old therapist the time she tried to twist my words to make me "admit" I actually resented my parents for not being in my life.
I'm not angry with my father, he tried to murder me because he didn't want to pay child support. Objectively that's hilarious. I don't blame him for not being involved,.I think he's smart for not doing so.
I'm not angry with my mother, she was incredibly mentally ill and I truly believe did the best she could. As a child I may not have understood that but I'm no longer a child. Pointing out the differences in how I feel towards my parents isn't some smart gotcha where you're going to get me to admit I secretly am mad at them. They're different people who did different things and played different roles in my life, of course I feel diffetently about them. I don't feel anything at all towards my father and I miss my mother (she died when I was 12) and I don't appreciate people who try and twixt these feelings into being about something they aten't. I've already thought about and made peace with these things, there,x nothing left to uncovet so when I tell you how I feel about things I'd appreciate it if you'd not do that.
And of course I'd prefer to have had stable and involved parents. And I mean, I did in my grandparents. But obviously it's better to have your parents involved in your life is possible. But that's not always possible, I'd rather accept what reality is than resist it and make myself even more unhappy.
I wish I had a way to send [maybe a slightly edited version) of this to her. Not that it really matters or even if I did it would accomplish anything.
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New Hasournpitril
New Hasournpitril
How do I meet you there?
Could you be
More uncoveted, or whatever?
I liked you when you had this
Noise machine thing you played with.
New Hasournpitril
Won’t you save me?
Like this is
The dragon lightning,
New Hasournpitril.
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Frame
Observe this, a tableau
unbalanced,
uncoveted, like a bruise.
A splendour, like obsession;
like colours
pressed into inheritance.
The black dog watches
as you redress; pain-spattered
grey and crimson
while the mirror waits, ungently
for you to recognize
your framed reflection.
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No minister need come; nor need anything be said over me.—I tell you I have nearly attained my heaven; and that of others is altogether unvalued and uncoveted by me.
Wuthering Heights, 1847, Emily Brontë (as Ellis Bell)
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Rainbow | Draco x Reader
A/N: Just pretend Amortentia has a reversal spell, please! I'm really, really proud of this fic. I hope you love it as much as I do. Enjoy! <3
Summary: After spending her whole life feeling she's undesirable, Y/N is pleasantly surprised when Draco's friends warn her about his feelings for her, which she wishes to return in full throttle.
Warnings/content: Cursing, angst, fluff, Fem!Reader, Slytherin!Reader, cheating (I guess, but not really), kissin'
Word count: 4.55k words
THANK YOU TO @divvision FOR THE DIVIDERS! ALL CREDITS GO TO THEM!
"I'm so in love with you, I can't stand it." Cedric said, his usually vibrant complexion pale and sickly-looking.
"I have eyes for someone else." Y/N said, noticing the group of Hufflepuff boys watching her from afar, laughing their asses off. "Ced, would you do me a favor?"
"Of course. Anything. You name it." Cedric gripped onto Y/N's fingers, almost squishing them.
"Could you drink this for me? It's a special tea blend I made. I just want to see how it tastes." Y/N said, handing Cedric a tiny bottle that she always had handy, made to reverse the effects of Amortentia.
Immediately, Cedric snatched the bottle, chugging it desperately as if to prove his love to Y/N.
In an instant, Cedric's skin tone was back to normal, his eyes were less crazy, and Y/N was no longer receiving the attention she craved.
"Y/N?" Cedric asked, smiling sweetly. "Are you alright?"
Y/N's eyes were pooling at the thought that the rest of her years at Hogwarts would be the same. She'd gotten used to the fact that nobody would want her - that she was undesired and uncoveted, and she was okay with it. That is until she discovered her old elementary crush on a certain blond Slytherin returned, this time passionate and more potent than anything she'd ever felt before. Just to her luck, he was engrossed with the idea of ever being with her, as she believed most people were.
"Of course." She smiled, nodding her head. "You just took a reversal of Amortentia potion." She said, pointing to the capsule in Cedric's hand. "I think your friends thought it would be funny." She said, peering behind the boy's tall figure to gesture to them.
"Oh, Y/N, I'm so sorry for the bother. I'll talk to them." He said, starting to walk away.
"No! Please don't. Just keep it between us. Just say you snapped out of it or something. And don't worry, I won't tell Cho." Y/N laughed, smiling for the first time in a while.
Cedric's eyes softened, feigning a smile that vaguely hovered over compassion. "Sure, Y/N. See you in class." He waved.
"... in class." She muttered, heading back up to her dorm, probably to wallow in self-pity.
As she entered the common room, Y/N was met with a constant obstacle she'd tried to avoid as much as possible - Slytherins. Although she was one herself, Y/N's always said she's felt considerably misfortunate to be placed in the house and would feel much better in a different one.
"Hey, Y/N, you look as ghastly as ever." Draco sneered as she entered the common room, looking to his friends for approval. They'd seen the way she looked as low as possible. Besides, Y/N had never been anything but mindful of the group. Pansy smiled sympathetically, fighting the urge to use a curse on Draco. Theo shot both Draco and Y/N a look of concern, watching her face heat up. Blaise looked sadly at her, wishing he could stop his mate but knowing it'd only add fuel to the fire.
Y/N ignored her crush's comments, eternally cursing herself for falling for someone as malevolent as Draco. Then, right as she was about to pass them, Draco gripped her wrist tightly, holding her in place. She shut her eyes, hating the fact that she craved his touch, even when like this.
"Don't ignore me." He spat, waiting for a response from Y/N, who looked like she would fall apart if he had kept her in the common room any longer.
"Draco, please don't even try. I already feel horrible. Take a break today. You've done enough." Y/N said, her voice cracking at the end. She didn't want to relinquish or give up, giving Draco satisfaction, but she was so tired.
Draco immediately let her go, looking at her disgusted and a bit worriedly. Still, Y/N's heart broke at not being able to detect not even a flicker of comfort in his eyes. She rushed to her dorm, tears now spilling out of her eyes. As she was about to reach the door that led up to the girls' dorms, the person she loathed most came out, snobby head held up high. "Gonna cry, Y/N?" Astoria asked, making her way over to Draco to give him a way-too-long kiss on the lips.
Exhausted, Y/N turned around, facing the group. "Go get laid." Y/N insulted, cheeks stained from two lonely tears that had not had the comfort of being let out in privacy. Her voice sounded congested, a clear tell that she was, without needing to say it, drained.
Gasps escaped the group, surprised that she'd just stood up to the Slytherin Queen. Pansy managed to stuff down a giggle, but Theo couldn't contain his infectious laughter. Astoria, extremely offended, probably because that was something Draco couldn't bring himself to do, pulled out her wand. "You'll pay for that one, bitch." Astoria threw a tripping jinx at Y/N, but Y/N deflected the jinx, throwing it right back to her.
Y/N rolled her eyes, sighing. "Your persistence will be your downfall." And with that, she was gone into her dorm, finally able to cry.
Y/N woke up hesitantly a few hours later, eyes still heavy and red, to the sounds of Astoria and Draco having an argument - the fifth one this week. Y/N closed her eyes tight, trying to stop the thought: If you were with me, you'd be so much happier.
"But Dracy!" Astoria said, letting Draco into hers and Y/N's shared dorm. "Please! We haven't done it in so long!"
"I don't intend on it, Astoria. Remember, we're only supposed to keep up appearances." A cold voice said, earning Y/N to blush furiously in her fake slumber. "Is she asleep?" Draco's footsteps made their way to Y/N, who beautifully laid in her bed. The night was dark enough to cover up any signs that showed she'd been crying, but Draco knew well enough. He blew on her eyelids and watched as they twitched, nodding to himself at the knowledge that she was eavesdropping.
"Yes, of course, she's asleep!" Astoria yelled, looking like she was about to murder both Draco and Y/N for once again, taking away Draco's attention from her. "What do you mean we're only supposed to keep up appearances?" She asked, her voice pitched high and nasally.
"I would never choose to marry you." Draco said, watching as Y/N "shifted" in her sleep to hear the conversation better. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"You... you mean you don't love me?" Astoria said, backing away, a few steps from going into a fully blown spasm.
"No. In fact, there's little I'd love more than to never have to see you again." Draco answered, his voice coated in anger. Y/N had never heard him this ruthless. That night, she'd made the decision - she was moving on from him. From Draco, from his evil ways, from the way he spoke to her when in the company of others. She was done.
With that, Draco stormed out of the room, closing the door softly so as not to wake Y/N.
Y/N went to sleep that night, more relieved than anything. For years, she'd tried to convince herself that there were faults in her love for Draco. This time, she'd gotten the last confirmation she needed.
Y/N awoke, forcing back a massive grin from taking over her face. For the first time in what felt like a lifetime, she was truly happy. Y/N got ready swiftly, making her way to the common room to grab an early breakfast.
"Good morning, Y/N." Pansy said politely, gathered with Blaise, Theo, and Draco in their usual spot.
"Good morning." Y/N nodded, smiling joyfully.
"You're not usually up this early." Blaise mused, smiling to himself at Y/N's newfound happiness.
"I am! I just wait for the majority of the house to be gone before going down." Y/N said, not wanting to come off as rude in saying that the reason she's not down that early is Draco. She ignored him, waiting for him to say something, but when he didn't, she didn't seem to care much.
"Well, we won't hold you up for too long." Theo said, almost laughing at the smile on Y/N's face. "See you later, Y/N."
"Bye!" Y/N exclaimed, waving her fingers before walking out the common room.
She was so proud of herself - possibly more than ever before. I have so much more power than I thought.
Walking (more like strutting) to the Great Hall, she stumbled into two people she would never be upset to see - Fred and George.
"Well, lovely morning to you, Y/N." Fred said, eyeing her up and down in confusion to her atypical pep.
"Indeed it is." She beamed. "Good morning, George." She smiled, knowing he struggled with feeling like a separate identity from his overshadowing twin, Fred.
"Good morning, Y/N." George said feebly, waving at her shyly.
"What are you two doing up so early and not eating?" Y/N asked, her eyes almost sparkling.
"Well, we had an idea for a prank, and it's quite time-sensitive." George whispered.
"You should go off, then. See you later!" Y/N said.
"And remember-" Fred started.
"You didn't see us." George said, wiggling his fingers as if he was a ghost.
Y/N laughed, zipping her lips and throwing away the invisible key.
Excited for the new day, Y/N made her way to the Slytherin table, enjoying the lack of students at that time in the morning. She served herself breakfast, eating her favorite foods that were usually already taken when she came downstairs.
Classes went by swimmingly for Y/N. That is until Professor Trelawney decided to give away free palm readings.
"Miss Y/L/N! Would you let me read your palm?" Trelawney asked, holding out her hands to hold Y/N's in hers. Y/N looked to George, who was paired up with her for the day. He nodded excitedly, which cause Draco to roll his eyes as far up as he could.
"Not at all." She said, offering her hand resting her elbow on the small circular table.
Trelawney traced the lines of Y/N's palms, occasionally asking her to answer some personal questions. She hummed in acknowledgment of Y/N's answers. "Well, my girl, I see you've had an unfortunate life so far." The professor said, watching Y/N's smile fade for the first time that day.
"I wouldn't say that." She tried to smile again but couldn't. "I mean, people have it worse, you know?" Y/N asked, ignoring every set of eyes that were now looking at her intently.
"That's no justification, Y/N!" Trelawney said, placing her hands on her hips sternly.
Then, a ghost that often frequented Trelawney's classroom spoke up from behind Draco. "Not at all! That's like saying, "Yeah, I died, but at least it wasn't from a heart attack!". How barbarous! What else does her palm say, Sybil?" The ghost asked, floating over to Y/N.
"Well, your love line is long. I think you've had your eyes set on someone for a while but recently found that they're not worth your attention anymore. Something of that sort. Is this true?" Trelawney asked, peering over her glasses.
"Uh... yes." Y/N smiled, delighted that her own self had now become her number one priority. At this, Draco had the realization. The reason she was so pleased today was that she'd gotten over him. He resisted the tantalizing thought that told him to get up and apologize for having a stick up his ass all the time, but that his reasoning was valid to him. A small gasp escaped Pansy's lips at this realization, too.
"Do you have something to add, miss?" The ghost turned to where the superior Slytherin group sat in the corner of the room.
"No. Just a thought." Pansy trailed off as she let Y/N's palm reading continue.
"Lastly, for your life line. Your life will be highly prosperous. It doesn't feel like it right now, and I'm sure you doubt me, but believe me on this. You have more to give than most. Just remember that sometimes people will ask for second chances. And sometimes it's best to see where those second chances go." Trelawney said, closing up Y/N's palm and returning it to her. "Good luck, my dear." She smiled fondly, concluding the reading and starting with the day's lesson.
"Was it true?" George leaned over, thoughts racing around in his head.
"It was." Y/N nodded. "It was Draco." She whispered. "I feel so much better now that I've let him go." She smiled brightly. Her eyes wandered around the room, momentarily grazing Draco's gaze. She took a deep breath and centered herself. She was done with Draco, and she was done with his shit.
Still, she couldn't help wanting to stare into his eyes a little longer. This is going to be a little harder than I anticipated. Y/N thought.
After the class was dismissed, George escorted Y/N out of the class, rolling his eyes as Fred winked at the two of them. "I want to take you somewhere." George said abruptly, interrupting the comfortable silence they'd created between each other.
"I want to be taken." Y/N mused. "Where to?"
"Wait, I need to figure out how to ask you first." George said, which earnt a laugh from Y/N. Now stopped in the middle of the hallway, George pulled Y/N off to the side so she wouldn't get trampled. "Y/N," George said, conjuring a bouquet of flowers. "I know it's fast, but would you like to go on a date with me?"
Y/N grinned from ear to ear, her smile faltering as Draco stared daggers at her from behind the redhead. She gulped down a lump threatening to form in her throat. "I'd love little more." She said, laughing as George bent down to hug her.
George accompanied Y/N to the library, where she had study lab, but George had Potions. "I'll see you at dinner." George said, pressing a kiss to the crown of Y/N's head. "Keep that smile on for me." He whisper-shouted, leaving the library.
Y/N opened up her book to study but couldn't help but feel overflowed with joy. "Y/N." Pansy interrupted, taking a seat at Y/N's table with Blaise and Theo.
"Hey, guys." Y/N smiled, closing her book, interested in why they chose to sit next to her.
"Hi." Theo said. "Listen, we have to ask you something, but you have to promise to be as honest as possible." Blaise widened his eyes, annoyed at Theo's abruptness.
"Not that you owe us anything!" Blaise exclaimed defensively. "We'd just rather hear this from you before we jump to conclusions."
"Hear what?" Y/N asked, tilting her head and quirking a brow.
"Was the guy that you gave up on Draco?" Pansy asked quickly, letting her words spew out as if to soften the blow of them. It didn't work. Y/N looked like she'd been hit in the chest with a million knives.
"...Yes. Figured it was time." She said sadly, returning to her book out of embarrassment. The three shared a look, each of them grimacing. "Why? Was I not supposed to?" Y/N asked nervously.
"It depends on how you feel about what we're about to tell you next." Pansy said, her voice faltering.
"Y/N, Draco is in love with you." Theo said, leaning over his crossed arms that were resting on the table.
"Oh, okay. I understand." Y/N said, holding up a finger to tell them to wait a moment. Then, as if it were her duty, she slammed her bag on the table, making the three slightly jump. "Where is it?" She mumbled to herself, searching through various vials that were organized in her schoolbag. "Found it!" She said proudly, holding up a small bottle that read, "Anti-Delusion Potion." Since Y/N was used to being the center of impractical jokes, she always had spell reversal potions handy.
Blaise's eyebrows furrowed as he watched Y/N hand Theo a light blue drink. "What? Y/N, we're serious!" Blaise exclaimed so loudly that Madam Pince almost threw them out.
"Seriously joking, or...?"
"Ugh!" Theo sighed, holding his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince with blue eyes," Theo said, making Y/N flinch at the thought of his gaze earlier today. "is in love with you. He has been in love with you since first year."
"How can I know you're not lying or not under some kind of spell?" Y/N asked nervously, rubbing her arm up and down.
Pansy changed her seat from across Y/N to next to her. "Y/N, listen to us, please." Her tone had changed from frantic to firm. Her arm stretched over the back of Y/N's chair. "I don't think I've ever seen him this desperate. He wants you to know, and he's tried to tell you so many times, but,"
"He fucks it up." Theo said.
"Every damn time." Blaise shook his head, frowning.
Pansy nodded before turning back to Y/N. "We took this page from his diary. He left it open on his bed." Pansy handed Y/N a wadded-up piece of paper.
"His mistake." Theo smirked, which made Y/N laugh.
"Go on, open it!" Pansy reassured Y/N.
Y/N did, and in the letter was the most beautiful penmanship she'd seen. She's read Draco's handwriting before, but it'd never been like this - never so calculated and perfect. It almost looked like he traced from a textbook.
My beautiful Y/N,
I write this letter hoping that maybe writing my feelings will be better than mumbling something incoherent to you, hoping you'll catch it. I have had feelings for you since before I could remember. Just recently, those feelings have spiraled into something even more profound. I can't hold it in anymore. Every time you walk into a room, I feel like singing. Every time you look hurt, I feel a thousand times worse. You fulfill me just by breathing. I could watch you watch grass grow and be forever fascinated. Please forgive me for everything I've said to you. I crave your touch more than anybody else's. I crave your company more than you could ever imagine. I write all of this to say - I love you so much. I love you more than every star in the sky and with every fiber in my body.
Yours,
Draco Malfoy
"So he likes me?" Y/N finally asked, peering back at the letter.
"Yes, in fact, he's in love with you. It's in the letter." Theo said, growing restless at Y/N's incapacity to understand that she was more than worthy of being loved.
"My heart feels like it's about to explode." Y/N smiled brightly, forgetting her promise to herself to get over and forget Draco. "So, what do I do?" Y/N sighed. "He's still with Astoria."
"This is where we all disagree." Pansy explained. "I think you should respond to him on the other side of the letter and turn it in to him during class or something. Or perhaps on top of the Astronomy Tower!" Pansy smiled brightly. "It's so romantic there." Her hands clasped together, holding them close to her head.
"I think you should straight up tell him. We'll keep him busy and make sure Astoria is away, so you have enough time to properly tell him." Blaise said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Oh, right, like he'd ever let down his guard!" Theo protested.
"Like your idea is any better! And he would let down his guard if he was with Y/N alone." Blaise pointed out, which made Y/N heat up.
"Yeah, tell Y/N your splendid idea, Theo." Pansy snickered, glancing over at Blaise, who was stifling a chortle.
"I think you should wait for him to tell you." Theo said, crossing his arms defensively as Pansy and Blaise couldn't resist bursting into laughter.
"Out!" Madam Pince said, sharply pointing her finger to the door.
"No," Pansy said through deep breaths. "please, Madam Pince, we'll behave." Madam Pince didn't say anything. Y/N took the opportunity and opened her mouth to speak, but Blaise interrupted.
"He's probably having a neurotic break wondering where we are right now." Blaise joked. "You choose what you do, Y/N. We won't judge or blame you - even if it's Theo's idea."
"See you, Y/N." Theo smiled, placing an arm on Y/N's shoulder before leaving with the rest of the group.
Days had passed, and Y/N was still wondering what she would do about what she'd just recently found out. She didn't know how she would explain it to George or what she would tell Draco when he asked how she knew. She didn't know anything, and it was bothering the hell out of her. Uncertainty was her enemy. Most things in Y/N's life were absolute - most. She definitely didn't count on Draco's unexpected and indirect love confession.
It had been thunderstorming in Scotland since Y/N had that talk with Pansy, Blaise, and Theo. The weather was a true reflection of her feelings at the moment. Instead of shying away from the rain, she basked in it and the convenience it held for her.
One day, a Wednesday, after her last class of the day, Y/N decided to go out onto the Quidditch field to watch Slytherin practice.
It was only until she'd settled into her spot on the bleachers that she remembered the captain, Marcus Flint, called off practice because of the violent storm headed to Hogwarts.
Right when she realized it, the dark gray clouds that loomed above her turned darker, and it began to pour. Sighing and too tired to leave, Y/N stayed there, bringing her hands up to pull her hood on. Y/N sat at the bleachers staring at the Quidditch field, remembering the first game Draco won. He gave his snitch to Astoria, and for the first time, out of heartbreak, Y/N cried.
"Y/N?" A voice yelled from across the bleachers where a tall figure stood. Y/N didn't have to be a genius to conclude that it was Draco. He frequented the Quidditch field perhaps more than Madam Hooch, the Quidditch referee.
The tall figure became more prominent as it walked over to Y/N. Her theory was confirmed. The blond stood there for a few seconds before rushing down to sit down next to Y/N, pulling her by the waist to sit under his umbrella.
"Hello, Draco." Y/N smiled as he removed her hood and ruffled up her hair playfully. "What are you doing here?" She asked, admiring how disheveled he looked.
"What am I doing here? What are you doing here?" Draco laughed, his chest still heaving from the sight of Y/N in the cold rain.
"Just contemplating." Y/N said contently, her hands in her laps, watching as the rain got even more intense.
"Do you mind if I ask what?" Draco inquired, placing his arm behind Y/N's body, resting close to but not touching her hip.
"You." Y/N grinned.
"Oh, yeah? And what about me?" Draco said, now smiling as wide as possible. He loved moments like this with Y/N but had unfortunately gotten used to having very little of them.
"You're a tough shell to crack." Y/N said, shoving Draco to the side.
"Am I?" Draco mused.
"Mmhmm." Y/N hummed, staring back at the Quidditch field.
"Y/N."
"Yeah?" Y/N asked, enjoying the moment and hoping she wouldn't ruin it.
"If I told you I was in love with you right now, what would you say?" He asked, nervously picking at his nails and fiddling with the handle of the umbrella.
"Well..." Y/N said, scooting closer to Draco. "I'd tell you," Y/N grabbed Draco's hand and held it to her heart. "that I was in love with you, too."
Draco smiled softly. "You are?"
"I don't know, you haven't told me anything yet!" Y/N beamed.
Draco laughed to himself, looking down before looking into Y/N's beautifully Y/E/C eyes. "Y/N?" He said, holding Y/N's head in his free hand.
"Yes?" Y/N said lightly, hearing her heart punch out her chest.
"I'm in love with you." Draco said, pulling her face closer to his.
"Draco?" Y/N asked.
"Yes, Y/N?" Draco responded, stopping himself from grinning.
"I'm in love with you, too." She whispered against his lips.
Then, without so much as a warning, Draco closed the gap between them, taking in all of Y/N's air as if she was his lifeline. Y/N felt as happy as Merlin would allow her to be without shattering into tiny little pieces on the ground. But, as the kiss escalated, so did Draco's need to touch Y/N more. Y/N anticipating this, took the black umbrella out of Draco's hands and gently tossed it across the floor. Draco brought his large hands up to Y/N's face to caress her cheeks softly, but Y/N was one step ahead of him. She leaned forward, causing Draco to lay on his back onto the bleachers. Y/N straddled him, never taking her lips off of him, even when he held her waist so tight that she ran out of air in her lungs.
"I've waited for this longer than you know." Draco breathed in between each little kiss Y/N peppered across his face. He and Y/N accidentally drank some rainwater between their amorous kiss and were almost out of breath.
"That makes two of us." Y/N laughed, pressing another breathless kiss to Draco's lips. The two laid together on the floor, a heaving mess, clinging to each other as much as possible. "I. Love. You." Y/N said, kissing both of Draco's cheeks and ending on the tip of his nose.
"I love you more." Draco laughed, letting a few tears spill out of his eyes before Y/N kissed them away.
Out of nowhere, the rain stopped, something unusual for Scotland, especially at this time of day. Then, as if an angel was descending, the clouds made way for the sun, which shined so bright that Y/N and Draco were forced to look the other way. In that direction, a rainbow more beautiful than either of them had ever seen stood. Y/N looked at Draco, who was already staring lovingly at her. She smiled, letting Draco press another long kiss to her lips.
"I don't think I'll ever get tired of this." Y/N said.
"My heart feels so full I feel like I'm going to erupt." Draco laughed, loving and cherishing the beautiful sight he had in front of him.
"Me before you." Y/N said simply, throwing herself onto Draco, who held her lower body to his own. He kissed her again, not able to resist the comfort and love she provided him with, murmuring sweet nothings in between each kiss.
Y/N didn't bother looking at the rainbow again. She'd already found her precious pot of gold and silver lining right in front of her.
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Let’s never forget that Orlo wrote that love letter to Catherine “from Peter” wholly in order to ease her transition from a sheltered life in Germany to the most uncoveted role of that boor’s wife. He Knew™ and he tried to give her some illusion of comfort, which would have temporarily worked had Peter not given away that he had no idea about said letter.
Just let that sink in.
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Why is Lithmael so opposed against jewel-smiths? Isn't she a an elf-smith as well??
Lithmael is a bladesmith, a maker of weapons and armour, because she believes they will be what create heroes in times of strife; strife unfortunately being quite commonplace in Middle-earth. The weapons she forges she makes for another since she has little desire for battle herself. She is uncovetous, she wants to make tools for the use of others, for great warriors who will wield her swords against fearsome foes and make it into the annals of history by doing so. She hopes her own name, as the elvensmith who made the blades that secured these victories, would also be remembered alongside their wielders.
There is honour in warfare of sorts, Lithmael would argue, since the good-hearted, righteous people will battle against hordes of evil-doers in the lands of Middle-earth in order to protect and save it. By contrast, she feels, that jewel-smiths like Celebrimbor are wasting their time making vain trinkets and pretty but useless jewellry. To her, they are crafting mere ornaments for greedy reasons, whereas bladesmiths makes the weapons needed to defend loved ones.
She is obviously wrong, given the Three Elven Rings were not only powerful, but useful as well in protecting people (just look at Galadriel’s Nenya concealing her people from harm for many years). But Lithmael is nothing if not stubborn, so she is not going to be the first to admit that the elvensmiths who focused their talents on jewellry were indeed not so useless after all.
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“Daily Calamity,” Jane Wong
Would you like some sugar in your tea?
Can I lift this tea bag out for you, lay it
in the sink, little satchel of my heart,
sopped? Your hands, can I wash them?
Stir the soup along your knuckles
like clean, white clouds? Outside,
can you see the sediment seesawing?
True or true: all the bees are leaving,
wings loosening a lullaby? Will there be
honey enough to laugh in? Our fault
lines, wrinkled in what wonder?
The muscles of flowers, missing what
petaled tendon? How can we carry each
other in the sweet yearsafter? In a sky
cradled in sour sun, in smoke sludge?
How to carry, how to uncovet this
calamity in our blood?
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Actor and Author are both quickly pulled away from eachother, Dark's aura even covering there mouths so that they cant speak before calling for Edward to get Yancy some medical attention. Next is to make sure both Actor and Author are calm and arent going to kill each other before uncoveting there mouths and asking what happened. "He attacked Yancy!" "With reason! I told the kid to shut up and he wouldnt!"
If Actor is going to care so much as to attack an ego simply because a little argument then perhaps Actor and Yancy don’t need to be seeing each other as often anymore
Is what Dark thinks listening to their stupid and petty reasons for starting a fight. He will talk with Author about that later but for now Actor needs to be put in his place. He is in no position to fight anyone regardless of what they do to him or anyone else
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Fearlessness
Clean living
Unceasing concentration on wisdom
Readiness to give
Self control
A spirit of sacrifice
Regular study of the Scriptures
Austerities
Candor
Harmlessness
Truth
Absence of wrath
Renunciation
Contentment
Straightforwardness
Compassion towards all
Uncovetousness
Courtesy
Modesty
Constancy
Valor
Forgiveness
Fortitude
Purity
Freedom from hate and vanity

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Only a few weeks old..
..so young.. innocent.. precious... untainted. Perfect adjectives to describe the infant in the image the Archon held in the palm of her hand, shaped intricately and perfectly in order to fit in the tiny locket, which also carried with it a carefully cut photograph of her beloved wife: the ever youthful and beautiful elven countenance of Luella Lightwhysper.. to occupy the locket’s other half. She ran the glade of her thumb over each of her family’s caricatures, and snapped it shut- loosening her grip on the small metal ornament and letting it fall back into her tunic to rest against her heart, where those most precious to her belonged.
“Archmage,” came a low but respectful toned voice from behind her, her being Archmage Shakiena Stillwater of the Kirin Tor, whom turned around slowly to address whoever spoke to her. “Did you bring it,” the masked Archon asked rhetorically, able to sense the magics of the object in question on this particular underling’s person, who nodded to confirm that they did in fact carry the item they were meeting over. The impeccably garbed and properly covered Kirin Tor Guardian, face masked in the needlessly fanciful hoods all Guardians were required to adorn when on duty, held their gloved hand out, and in it was a tightly wrapped rectangular object. Shakiena studied the dimensions of the object in the Guardian’s hand.. it measured a sold six inches at it’s shortest ends, and seven and one half inches in length.. and her eyes could see it.. the aura about it which granted this particular item such malevolence. It was shadow, it was fel, it was a twisted rainbow of all manner of dark magics encased in a single object... and it fascinated her.
“Archmage..?” the Guardian asked again as Shakiena seemed to become entranced with the ribbons of magical essence seeping from beneath the folds of cloth concealing the object’s actual appearance, sending her into a small daze as her irises danced with the ethereal laces of magic prancing about before her eyes. “Yes, sorry, I..” she started, her words trailing off as she decided to complete her sentence instead with a minor display of gravitational sorcery, lifting her rightmost hand, the object lifting from the Guardian’s grasp and hovering through the distance between them into her hand. “This is the only one found, you’re certain..?” she asked somewhat apprehensively, the traces of fel magics permeating most of her sorcerous protection spells, and eliciting a sort of discomfort Shakiena only found in the presence of Fel magics. The Guardian nodded, and with her left hand Shakiena waved dismissively, sending them off to whatever other tasks required of them in the safekeeping of the Violet City, and leaving the Archmage with her new and very dangerous prize.
“You.. have been giving us a fair bit of trouble, meddlesome trinket..” she said, speaking aloud to the object in her hand, seeming to cause the object’s magical influence to amplify a touch and instill further discomfort. She hissed from under her cover, and with her still free hand she tore open a small hole in reality: a void rift.. a gift from her relatively recent transition into one of the children of Magister Umbric: the Ren’dorei. Almost as quickly as she’d opened it, she pushed the object into the dark dimension of the entropic realms, safely away from anyone more innocent than herself that it could potentially influence, and for the Archon to retrieve at a later time to inspect for her own research purposes. That particular duty resolved for the time being, the arcanist ventured forth now from where she stood in the vestibule before Krasus’ Landing, going and standing now in the middle of the milling crowds that filled the midday streets of Dalaran, utilizing her moderately ominous presence to keep the crowds slightly at bay so as not to intrude on her observations of the peoples roaming about in question.. ever vigilant in her life’s work of keeping the city of her birth safe, up to and including all those who passed her by even now.
“You.. are worthless.. they don’t need you, nobody needs you.. kill them all.. feeeeeeeast on their essence..” came a malevolent echo from nowhere near her but from the back of her mind.. an insidious whisper that accompanied the gifts of all Ren’dorei.. whisperings of that which permeated all of their kind, and that unified them all. As with any incursion by the Void’s maddening voice, Shakiena barricaded her mind, closing her eyes and muttering different incantations and spells of varying purpose by memory in order to push the whispers away, and distract her mind with that which made her who she was, who she’d worked to become in the shadow of her family’s legacy, and the taint it’d garnered over recent years.
Stillwater.. the name of her father’s House, to which she so dutifully belonged to as represented by the tabard bearing her family’s crest: a twisted variation of the Kirin Tor’s violet eye, but still in the colors matching that of Dalaran’s ruling faction and therefore only appearing out of place to the keenest of eyes or those aware of the closeness to which she still held her familial relations. The question however, in regards to her family’s house and its now tainted legacy.. was when had it become tainted? Was it prior to the eldest child’s transition into Ren’dorei.. or was it after? Being the eldest child of the Stillwater family name, Shakiena bore the responsibility now of representing it while residing in the City itself, and being the lens through which others in the Kirin Tor hierarchy then viewed her family. It was a burden, at times, steeped in a formality that had taken years to adjust to following her ascension to Archmage, and assuming the uncoveted title of Archon among her own family’s structured organization.. known to a scant very few Light abiding zealots as a “Violet Coven of void tainted witches.” The thought amused Shakiena now, and a smirk splayed itself plainly across her lips, though.. unseen by the mask that shrouded her freckled elven features. “The Violet Coven..” is what her Mother, the matriarch of House Stillwater decided to covertly call the magically inclined women active under their employ, and Shakiena stood at the head as Archon, bearing the brunt of the majority of magical responsibilities inherent in the ‘Coven.’
She shook her head, dispelling the last of the obnoxious invasive whispers, and started to move lithely through the crowd in the direction of the Magus Commerce Exchange in order to speak to a particular scribe in regards to the package she’d received from the unnamed Guardian, and begin another of her mysterious investigations.. as one of her calling was wont to do amidst the shadows of the sprawling spires of the Violet City..
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The Nightmare Lake
H P Lovecraft
There is a lake in distant Zan,
Beyond the wonted haunts of man,
Where broods alone in a hideous state
A spirit dead and desolate;
A spirit ancient and unholy,
Heavy with fearsome melancholy,
Which from the waters dull and dense
Draws vapors cursed with pestilence.
Around the banks, a mire of clay,
Sprawl things offensive in decay,
And curious birds that reach that shore
Are seen by mortals nevermore.
Here shines by day the searing sun
On glassy wastes beheld by none,
And here by night pale moonbeams flow
Into the deeps that yawn below.
In nightmares only is it told
What scenes beneath those beams unfold;
What scenes, too old for human sight,
Lie sunken there in endless night;
For in those depths there only pace
The shadows of a voiceless race.
One midnight, redolent of ill,
I saw that lake, asleep and still;
While in the lurid sky there rode
A gibbous moon that glow’d and glow’d.
I saw the stretching marshy shore,
And the foul things those marshes bore:
Lizards and snakes convuls’d and dying;
Ravens and vampires putrefying;
All these, and hov’ring o’er the dead,
Narcophagi that on them fed.
And as the dreadful moon climb’d high,
Fright’ning the stars from out the sky,
I saw the lake’s dull water glow
Till sunken things appear’d below.
There shone unnumber’d fathoms down,
The tow’rs of a forgotten town;
The tarnish’d domes and mossy walls;
Weed-tangled spires and empty halls;
Deserted fanes and vaults of dread,
And streets of gold uncoveted.
These I beheld, and saw beside
A horde of shapeless shadows glide;
A noxious horde which to my glance
Seem’d moving in a hideous dance
Round slimy sepulchres that lay
Beside a never-travell’d way.
Straight from those tombs a heaving rose
That vex’d the waters’ dull repose,
While lethal shades of upper space
Howl’d at the moon’s sardonic face.
Then sank the lake within its bed,
Suck’d down to caverns of the dead,
Till from the reeking, new-stript earth
Curl’d foetid fumes of noisome birth.
About the city, nigh uncover’d,
The monstrous dancing shadows hover’d,
When lo! there oped with sudden stir
The portal of each sepulchre!
No ear may learn, no tongue may tell
What nameless horror then befell.
I see that lake—that moon agrin—
That city and the things within—
Waking, I pray that on that shore
The nightmare lake may sink no more!
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