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Nearly a decade into their marriage, Sebastian and Sloane lead a peaceful, idyllic life in a coastal cottage with their toddler-aged son, Antony. As their anniversary approaches and they have the opportunity to spend some much-needed alone time together, Sebastian wonders if it is time for their family to grow. ✨Sebastian Sallow x F!MC Tags: NSFW! MDNI! Explicit sexual content, oral sex (f receiving), body worship, overstimulation, dirty talk, and Sebastian's fanon breeding kink. Also domestic bliss, sharing a bath, tooth-rotting fluff and Dad!Seb. [Read on Ao3] | [Read on Wattpad]

The Sallow homestead is a quaint, modest cottage on the English coast, surrounded by rolling hills and sprawling fields as far as the eye can see. It is paradise for Sebastian and his wife, their own little slice of heaven away from the hustle and bustle of the wizarding and muggle worlds.

Wife—Sebastian’s lips turn up in a lopsided grin at the word as he thinks about how lucky he is to have Siobhan—Sloane—as his bride. Ten years now he’s known her, and for ten years they have been inseparable, blossoming from friends to lovers to soulmates to parents. Every day is a blessing, the peace hard-earned and well-deserved after the turmoil of their younger years.

The decision to settle down came only after the birth of their son, Antony. His arrival was not necessarily planned, but welcomed nonetheless, allowing the married couple to retire very early from their Ministry positions. Instead of traveling the world as a curse-breaking-healer duo, the two focus on research while raising their young tot. To Sebastian’s everlasting surprise, fatherhood comes naturally to him, and he thrives, wondering why he ever cared about notoriety when life’s greatest treasure is family—home.

Despite the isolation, their location is in close enough proximity to Nottingham, where Sloane’s father resides. A few hours by muggle means, Mr. Sloane—Grandpa Sloane—is always ready to lend a helping hand. He is the type of parental figure Sebastian always dreamed of after losing his parents, forever grateful for the older man’s patience and guidance. That, and Mr. Sloane’s willingness to care for his grandson.

Even though Antony is a quiet and well-behaved child, he gets into his fair share of messes if left alone for even a second. At nearly three, he is an avid explorer, constantly covered in dirt from the garden, running in and out of the house to show off whatever bug or amphibian he’d dug up. His interests would not be an issue if Antony wasn’t also obsessed with sticking anything and everything in his tiny mouth, as if to learn more by taste.

Maintaining intimacy while nurturing such a curious child is not an easy task, especially when Sebastian and Sloane are still so enamored with one another, even after all these years. The so-called honeymoon period has endured, a bliss neither seem interested in losing. More times than not they are interrupted by the pitter-patter of feet in the hallway, and even when they do manage to copulate, it is usually with hushed whispers and rushed movements to avoid waking their son.

There’s been even more of a dry spell as of late, between Sebastian’s research and Sloane’s travels to Hogwarts and Beauxbatons to lecture students on advancements in Herbology. Antony has been rather clingy too, insisting on sleeping between his mummy and duddy every evening.

Suffice it to say, Sebastian is eager to spend some time alone with his beloved wife. Very eager. With their wedding anniversary on the horizon, it is the perfect opportunity for Antony to stay with Grandpa Sloane in Nottingham for the weekend. His son barely mumbles a goodbye, too distracted by the barn cats and the promise of a sweet treat to notice his father apparating away.

The sun is setting by the time Sebastian returns to the seaside cottage, the chilly salt air tousling his dark hair as he makes his way up the stone pathway. Smoke billows from the chimney and he can smell the Shepard’s pie Sloane is cooking as he approaches the front door.

“Sweetheart, I’m home!”

Sloane doesn’t seem to register his return, continuing her idle humming in the kitchen. Sebastian quickly shucks his boots, hanging his cap and coat on the nearby rack before moving closer to where she’s standing in front of the largest counter, diligently kneading a large mass of dough. He watches her as he rolls up his sleeves, a content smile on his face as he wonders for the millionth time what luck or divine intervention led her to him, made her stay. There’s a nervous flutter in his gut when she peeks over her shoulder and greets him with a bright smile.

“Welcome home, dear.”

Is it possible to fall more in love every day? They’ve grown up together, matured from the fire of youthful love to the deep, abiding connection of a shared life. Well, mostly matured. That passion is still present, a burning flame ignited each time their eyes meet. Sebastian struggles to tamper it down as he closes the distance, resting his hands on her hips, leaning over her shoulder to kiss her cheek.

“How was the trip?” she asks. He can feel the muscles in her back and shoulders flexing as she continues working the dough. “Is Ant alright?”

“He’s fine,” Sebastian murmurs, already distracted by his racing thoughts and the anticipation of what the evening might bring. “I think Ant loves his Daideo more than us.”

“I think Ant loves ice cream,” Sloane suggests, plopping the rolled dough into a large baking dish and setting it aside. She dusts the countertop with more flour, white specks sticking to her fingers and apron. “That’s at the top of every toddler’s hierarchy.”

Sebastian hums in response, unable to resist the urge to kiss her exposed neck. He smirks when she sucks in a sharp breath, the subtle tilt of her head inviting him to continue. Still, she squirms when he wraps his arms snug around her waist, pressing himself close and trapping her between his body and the countertop.

“Seb!” she playfully scolds as he nips the soft skin, kissing a trail up to the shell of her ear. “You can’t wait a few more hours?” she asks. “Aren’t you hungry?”

He slides one of his hands up to fondle a clothed breast. “Starved.”

“Sebastian!”

“Can you blame me?” he softly chuckles, not-so-subtly rolling his hips so she can feel how impatient he really is. “How long has it been since we’ve had the house to ourselves, hmm?”

Sloane sighs, melting under his touch. Too easy. “At least let me wash up, first. I smell like…mashed potatoes, hardly an aphrodisiac.”

“You don’t know that,” he jokes, barely pausing in his lavishing of her neck. He undoes the first few buttons on the back of her blouse so he can kiss her shoulder, too. “Sweetheart, you could be covered in troll guts, and I’d still devour you.”

Sloane’s laugh melts into a delighted moan as Sebastian continues, bunching the fabric of her skirt up until he can snake an eager hand beneath. He strokes her thigh before squeezing the flesh of her bottom, grinning at the silky feel of her underwear.

“These are new,” he comments, appreciatively.

“From my last trip to Paris,” she explains with bated breath.

“Bénis soient les français.”

He slides his fingers between her clenched thighs and groans at the warm slick he finds, the thin fabric saturated with her arousal. Slipping past the barrier, he rubs two fingers through her folds and up to circle her clit with a featherlight touch, one that makes her buck against his palm. Sloane’s head lulls even more to the side as she whimpers and rocks her hips, seeking friction.

“That,” he whispers against her ear as he slowly sinks his fingers inside her heat. She clenches around him and moans as he drags his digits back before plunging back in. “That is my favorite sound in the world, love. The sound of you falling apart under my touch.”

“I’ve been dreaming about tonight, Sloane, of having you all to myself,” Sebastian is reminded of just how long it’s been since they had the freedom to be loud, how long it’s been since she’s screamed his name in ecstasy. “Do you still want to wait?” he teases, darkly chuckling when she quickly shakes her head.

He crooks his fingers, expertly finding the sweet spot that makes her gasp and knees tremble. Sloane grips the edge of the counter as if it is the only thing anchoring her to the earth, and Sebastian presses his weight against her to keep her upright.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he coaxes, lips trailing down the slope of her shoulder. “Be a good girl and come on my fingers. I want you drenched before I take you properly.”

Sloane’s core is a vice as she unravels, the back of her head resting against his shoulder as her mouth falls open in a silent scream. A surge of possessive pride courses through him—he is the only man who can gift her this pleasure, he is the only man with the honor of seeing such vulnerability. She is still shaking when he retracts his fingers, bringing them to his lips to taste her sweet nectar.

She slumps forward a little, breathless. “Jesus—”

Sebastian knows he’s done a good job when she gets sacrilegious. He doesn’t offer much of a respite before spinning her around, swallowing her surprised shriek of laughter with a hungry kiss that is all teeth and tongue. He effortlessly lifts her by the waist, perching her on the edge of the flour-dusted countertop. Sloane senses the urgency, humming against his lips as her hands drift from his messy hair down to the clasps of his trousers. He leans away for a gulp of air and to watch as she tugs at the fabric, bunching up his shirt and pushing his pants down just enough to expose his cock.

“Fuck,” he hisses as soon as her delicate fingers wrap around him, the softness of her palm threatening to make him come right then. He blinks hard—he won’t last, but they have all evening, all weekend, to be slow. Right now, he’s desperate, needy for the feel of her cunt around his throbbing shaft. Her name comes out as a deep grumble, “Sloane.”

When he snaps his eyes open, her stormy gaze is already locked with his, pupils blown and expression just as wild as his. Sebastian doesn’t mean to be so rough when he yanks her hips to the edge of the counter, but her breathy laughter and sound of approval as she falls back is enough encouragement to spur him on. He bunches her dress up again, scooping her legs up so her ankles rest on the width of his shoulders.

With one hand he grips himself, pumping his length with a few strokes as he presses against the crux of her thighs. He pulls the soiled band of her panties to the side and drags the swollen tip of his cock against her entrance. If it were any other time, Sebastian might tease her more, edge both of their pleasure until it is too much to bear. But he is already hanging by a thread, the friction of silk and the tight, velvet heat of her encompassing him, welcoming him home.

He grips her thighs tight, pulling her closer as he slides halfway before snapping his hips forward to fill her completely. Sloane’s sharp gasp morphs into a deep moan and he repeats the motion over and over again. The recoil of his frenzied pace rattles through her body and she grips the edge of the counter, knuckles white as the flour that dusts the air and their bodies.

The kitchen is filled with the sounds of their labored breathing and slapping flesh, names murmured between pleading whimpers and desperate moans. Sebastian is unyielding, transfixed by the sight of his wife spread out beneath him, so beautifully undone as the pleasure he gives pushes her ever closer towards another release. As glorious as the image is, he can’t wait to shed their clothes and have his way with her more thoroughly, to worship every inch of her skin with his tongue and hands until she’s a writhing mess, begging for more.

He can feel the tight coil of his own release winding in his gut, his movements erratic as he pushes them both over the edge. With one hand braced on the countertop, he leans forward, almost folding her petite body in half as he loses the tempo and ruts against her like the uncaged animal he is. Sloane grips his forearm, nails biting into his flesh as her inner walls flutter and her body seizes. She cries out in blissful agony, and Sebastian echoes the mind-blowing sentiment, collapsing against her after spilling himself deep.

When there’s enough energy for their eyes to meet, they share a knowing grin—the night has only just begun.

After taking some time to satisfy their more practical hunger, the two eventually make their way to the bath, leaving the kitchen a mess to be cleaned up in the morning…or perhaps the morning after that. If Sebastian has it his way, they aren’t going to be leaving the bedroom any time soon.

For now, however, the two lay comfortably in the large, claw-footed bathtub of their ensuite, the heated water relaxing their aching muscles and washing the day away. Sebastian rests his head back against the porcelain rim, eyes closed as the steam soothes his body and soul. Sloane is settled against him, her back flush with his chest, their arms resting across her waist beneath the bubbly surface.

Silence used to be unnerving until he met her, learning that two people could simply exist. Sloane is the only person who understands him without the need for words, interpreting his moods and emotions with a simple glance or touch. To think only ten years have passed when it already feels like a lifetime—he hopes the love between them lasts for an eternity.

She lets out a contented sigh, her pinned up hair tickling his chin as she adjusts. He peeks open an eye, letting out his own cozy hum. His words are heavy and mumbled against her temple, “dun wunna get out.”

“Me either,” she whispers with a breathy chuckle. “Are we losing our youthful energy?”

“I certainly hope not,” Sebastian huffs, tightening his hold around her. He and Sloane have always had a very active sex life—fervent, wild passion, unable to keep their hands off one another. “The day I can’t pleasure you with my body is the day you take me to St. Mungos to be put out of my misery.”

“So, in ten years?”

Sebastian pinches her thigh in response to her tease, causing her to yelp and squirm with laughter. “At least we’ll have more privacy by then, to experience embarrassing sex injuries without traumatizing our son.”

“Ant will be off to Hogwarts, and we’ll have an empty house.”

He smiles at the shared assumption Antony will inherit magic. It’s not always a forgone conclusion with wizarding parents, but he doubts their inquisitive son is a squib. Another thought crosses his mind, and he shifts to sit up a little, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“Would we really be on our own?” he asks.

“What do you mean?” Sloane is momentarily puzzled. “Oh, well…I suppose father will still visit, though as he gets older it’ll be best if we go to him—”

Sebastian traces his fingers across her abdomen until his palm is flush against her skin. “I’m not talking about Daideo.”

Judging by her soft inhale, she realizes her husband’s meaning. The thought of growing their little family has been tickling at the edges of his mind, the idea of Sloane growing round with another child and glowing with maternal beauty—it is a vision that makes his heart swell and his loins ache with excitement.

“You know…” he drawls out his words, carefully pressing his lips against her damp skin. “I always thought we’d have more. A whole brood to envy the Weasley’s. Mornings filled with the patter of tiny footsteps and laughter…a house full of so much love.”

She doesn’t respond at first, her body somewhat tense beneath his touch. He glances up at her profile to see a hesitation in her expression he didn’t expect. As long as he knew Sloane, he thought she wanted the same—a large family to call their own. Had something changed?

“You don’t—”

“I do,” she quickly affirms, turning sideways in his embrace to look at him. “Perhaps I’ve been selfish in wanting to keep things the way they are. We’ve been so blessed with Ant…a part of me is…a little scared of changing that.”

Sebastian’s gaze softens and he dips his face closer to kiss her mouth. “There’s nothing wrong with that,” he whispers, smiling against her lips. “I’m scared too. What if…our baby is a dark wizard, or worse, a Gryffindor?”

“Be serious!” she chides through her snickering, playfully smacking his chest.

“I am!” Sebastian is equally amused, snatching her hand to lace their fingers together. She studies him, as if trying to determine how sincere he is about expanding their family. He brings her hand up to kiss her knuckles, the cold metal of her wedding band against his lips. “I want another child, Siobhan.”

The silver flecks in her storm-colored eyes shimmer as Sloane realizes immediately this isn’t some flippant suggestion, but a genuine choice, a heartfelt desire for their future. He studies her face, watching as she thickly swallows and slowly exhales, processing his words. The corner of her lip twitches as her cheeks flush with a brighter shade of pink, and not from the steam.

Sebastian takes that as a good sign.

“Even if I were to agree,” she eventually replies, not quite conceding to the idea, even as she bites back a smile. “It wouldn’t happen as soon as you say. I’d have to stop taking my contraceptives, not to mention the herbal tea you think smells like feet.”

“Because it does smell like feet,” he mutters, leaning forward to pick up the slow trail of kisses along her neck and collarbone. “Doesn’t mean we can’t…practice in the meantime.”

His grin widens into something wicked as he thinks to himself; “aren’t those the same precautionary potions you were taking when you fell pregnant with Antony?”

“That’s…beside the point.”

“Is it?” he hums. “That just means…well, I managed to beat the odds before, so who says I can’t do it again?”

Before Sloane can respond, Sebastian is lifting her from the tub as he stands, the soapy water splashing over the edge and onto the oakwood floor. She clings to him, a surprised shriek quickly turning into laughter as he carries her from the bathroom to their marital bed. He places her carefully across the fluffy duvet, her blonde hair spreading out across the pillows like a golden halo.

He covers her body with his own, hips slotted between her legs as he kisses her, their breaths hitching as his arousal presses against her belly. The levity fades as Sebastian’s hands smooth over her body, slow caresses pulling little sighs from her lips. It’s a struggle to hold back from ravishing her like he did before, his movements measured as he places kisses across her chest, balancing his weight on one arm so he can cup a breast in his hand.

Sloane arches into the sensation, her craned back as his lips wrap around a nipple, sucking it into a pebbled peak. He repeats the action with her other breast, spurred on by her labored breath and tiny moans. Her skin is still rosy from the heat of the bath, flecked with droplets of water that he laps up on his slow descent to the apex of her thighs. Sebastian spreads her a little wider, fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs as he settles before her bared sex.

“So beautiful,” he whispers, hot breath fanning across her sensitive skin. He glances up to lock onto her gaze. “The mother of our child—our children.”

Sloane’s only response is a strangled moan as he drags his tongue along the seam of her folds, licking up from her entrance to her clit. He wraps his lips around the bud, alternating between gentle sucks and flicks of his tongue. Her hips twitch up against Sebastian as he expertly coaxes out her pleasure, quickly bringing her to the edge of ecstasy.

Her breath hitches again as he moves one hand to assist, spreading her arousal with his tongue before plunging two fingers past her slick petals. Her core clenches and flutters around his invading fingers, a sharp whimper escaping her throat with each thrust and curl within her core.

“Right—right there,” she rasps, her words dissolving into another shaky moan as he strokes deep, fingertips rubbing against the spongy spot within her that sparks a tidal wave. Sloane trembles, hands snapping to clasp at Sebastian’s hair as her body tenses. “Ahh—Seb—Sebastian!”

He lets out an appreciative groan against her, lapping up her sweet release like a man starved. He’s consumed, rocking his hips against the sheets to give his aching cock some temporary relief. The exquisite sight of Sloane writing under his touch is something he’ll never tire of. Sebastian keeps his fingers wedged inside of her, gently coaxing her through the sensations as her walls flutter with the aftershocks of her climax.

“Mmm…” Sloane sighs as he gradually pulls away, giving her sensitive folds one last pass with his tongue before kissing her quivering thighs. He eventually pushes himself so he’s kneeling before her, one hand caressing her leg while he strokes his length with the other.

“Sloane,” her name comes out as a husky sound, a plea and a question all in one. He lowers himself, teasing the tip of cock against her, ready to plunge into her depths. “I need you to say it. Tell me you want—” he darts his tongue out to lick his lips, prodding against her entrance. “Tell me you want another child with me.”

“Yes,” she pants, eyes wide as she stares up at him. Sloane reaches for him and begins to loop her legs up around his waist, guiding him to her heat. She manages a reply between gulping gasps. “Sebastian, yes. I want—I need you to—” a moan interrupts her train of thought, and she presses her hips up, needy as ever for him to take her. “Mmm…please, please—f—fuck—a baby into me…”

Not expecting such filthy words from his wife’s mouth, something wild takes a hold of Sebastian’s mind. He lets out a gruff sound, something between a deep growl and rumbling moan.

“Roll over,” he grunts, not bothering to wait before leaning back on his knees to help flip her onto her stomach. Sloane lets out a surprised squeak as he yanks her up by the waist so she’s on her hands and knees.

He traces over each knob of her spine with his thumbs, squeezing the flesh of her arse as he widens his stance behind her, spreading her legs further apart with his own. She pushes back against him, seeking his touch where she needs it most.

“Please,” she whimpers, looking over her shoulder at him with a half-lidded gaze.

Sebastian struggles to maintain his composure, steadying himself as unfiltered desire spills from her lips. Her plea, laced with the promise of creating new life, stokes the fire within him into a blazing inferno. With a less than gentle grip on her hips, he positions himself once more, pushing the crown of him just past her entrance before pulling her back to fill her in one powerful stroke.

“Fucking hell,” he groans, the hot stretch of her around his girth wiping his brain of any coherent thought. All that is left is the primal need to claim what is already his, mark Sloane from the inside and plant his seed deep within her fertile ground. It’s an overwhelming feeling, all encompassing, and one that surges through him with every thrust.

At first his movements are slow and deliberate, eyes locked on the lewd sight of his cock pulling out of her before driving back in. But it doesn’t take long before Sebastian picks up the pace, his pelvis slapping against her thighs as she rocks back to meet him. Every sound that escapes Sloane’s mouth is pure sin—sweet, high-pitched cries intermixed with the most ragged moans he’s ever heard.

He can feel the tension of her body as it responds to his unrelenting force, his rhythm faltering as her core clenches tightly around him. Sloane’s orgasm shakes through her entire body, her limbs spasming as she cries out, her back a beautiful arch. Sebastian control frays at the edges and he spirals, falling over the edge after her with one last surge of his hips. With a loud, guttural roar, he comes, the intensity of his release blurring his vison.

Sloane’s arms wobble until her front half collapses onto the mattress. Sebastian keeps her propped up as he gasps for breath, clutching her waist and hips as his cock continues to twitch inside her. The overstimulation causes her to shiver, and she whines into the pillow as he lets out a litany of curses and incoherent praise.

When he finally, painstakingly pulls away, his eyes snap down to the pearlescent evidence of his release trickling out of her and staining her thighs. By some miracle, Sebastian is able to stay upright, swaying a little as he rests on his heels and tries to blink the haze from his vision. Sloane slumps and he catches her boneless form, easing her down against the sheets where she practically melts with a sated sigh.

As soon as she is splayed out on her back again, Sebastian collapses across her petite form, barely keeping his weight from suffocating her as he nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling the aroma of her sweat-slick skin. Her arms lazily encircle his neck, and he grins as a raspy laugh falls from her lips.

“Oh my God,” she softly exclaims, her hands smoothing across his shoulders, one threading through the hair at the back of his neck. “What was that?”

“Dunno,” is all he can say with equally breathless amusement.

Perhaps of his own volition, or because he’s still burning with a longing to see her fat with his child, he lowers his groin down to drag against her mons. They both hiss at the contact, Sloane’s nails biting into his skin. Sebastian lifts himself up just enough so he can glance down between their bodies.

“Is it too much?” he whispers, wondering if he’d even be able to stop if she says it is.

But Sloane shakes her head and arches against him, silently pleading for more, as if she is also being driven by some unseen force. He shifts his balance, lifting one of her legs to slip around his waist before guiding himself back to her awaiting centre. It might be his imagination, but he can almost feel his cock pushing his come back into the depths of her channel. Sebastian bites down on his bottom lip until the taste of copper hits his tongue.

He stays close, their chests pressed against each other as he rolls his hips, keeping a languid pace for both their sakes. Sloane sighs, hitching her other leg up to ensure he strokes deep, and rests her head against his as he pants against her shoulder.

“I love you,” she declares, and it doesn’t matter that it’s the thousandth time she’s said it, the words encompass Sebastian in a warmth he never wants to leave.

He finds the strength to lift his head so their lips can crash together, matching the fervor below. He reaches to grab one of her arms, interlocking their fingers before pressing her hand into the mattress near her their heads. “I love you.”

Sebastian slips his other hand under her and lifts her hips, supporting her lower back as he grinds down, straining to keep himself balanced so he doesn’t crush her. It’s a gradual build this time, but the lingering sensitivity brings about their shared climax much sooner. Sloane’s breath hitches and her thighs tighten around his waist, her barely audible whimper preceding more whispered declarations of love. He spills again with a strained grunt and remains nestled against her as they gradually float down from a kind of bliss they write stories about.

Sebastian could drown in the storm of her eyes and the way she looks at him with all the affection in the world. He slides his hand across her waist to splay his fingers across her belly, the two sharing a quiet, knowing look. Realistically, he knew it was unlikely anything would come from their union—unions—this anniversary weekend. But that didn’t mean Sebastian couldn’t hope or pray that he and Sloane would be blessed with a child once again.

Little does he know.

Five years later

“Pancakes!”

“Oatmeal!”

“PANCAKES!”

“OATMEAL!”

Sebastian flicks his gaze from one child to the next, feeling a little more than frazzled as his twin boys argued, Cailean and Finlay debating as fiercely as any four-year-olds can. Their shouting turns into menacing glares, prompting Sebastian to glance at his eldest who was sitting at the table watching his siblings with an annoyed expression.

“What do you want, Ant?”

“To be excused,” the eight-year-old mumbles in reply.

Sebastian frowns, still unsure of how to deal with Antony’s sullen mood-swings. He looks at his youngest, Ewan, who was sitting in the highchair with a cheeky, toothless grin. At least he hasn't started talking in complete sentences—yet.

“PANCAKES!”

“OATMEAL!”

Cailean and Finlay start shouting again, this time chasing one another around the kitchen, prompting Ewan to erupt into a fit of giggles. Antony rolls his eyes and shakes his head, letting out an exasperated sigh that sounds well beyond his young years.

Sebastian never thought in a million years that at the age of thirty he would have four sons, his genetics wreaking havoc on his peaceful life and blessing him with nearly identical copies of himself. With the exception of the twin’s blonde locks and Ewan’s grey eyes, most days it feels like he is surrounded by children under the guise of Polyjuice. And they don't just look like him, either. They all have some aspect of his wild personality, making him mumble apologies to the afterlife—was he this much of a handful for his mother and father?

Maintaining his patience, Sebastian manages to stop the toddlers in their tracks, trying not to laugh at their scrunched-up faces when they attempt to protest.

“Hey now, remember we’re supposed to be quiet so mummy can sleep,” he explains in a gentle tone, thinking of his wife who has been plagued with a cold for the last few days. “Why don’t you all go outside and play—”

“NO!” the twins shout simultaneously, and Sebastian really considers he’s been cursed, the universe delivering him his karma in the form of two rambunctious offspring.

Cailean and Finlay wiggle out of their father’s grasp and attempt to run out of the kitchen, only to skid to a halt when they see their mother standing in the archway. She’s a little bleary from a restless sleep, but as beautiful as ever. The two flash sweet smiles, folding their hands behind their backs.

“Now you’ve done it,” Antony mutters, scooting his chair up to stand. He plucks Ewan from the highchair, the babe reaching out to squish his older brother’s cheeks. They exit through the nearby door to the garden.

Sloane tilts her head as she observes the remaining two, who are trying their best to appear innocent. She tuts, shaking her head. “You heard your father.”

They are out of the house as if they’ve apparated, dashing through the kitchen door. “Yes, mother!”

With all four children outside, Sebastian sighs, welcoming Sloane’s embrace as she comes to stand next to him. He greets her with a soft peck, “sorry if we woke you.”

“It’s alright,” she says softly, plucking a stuck piece of parchment from his back that reads, dummy. Sloane stifles her laughter as Sebastian groans. “I’m saving this for later.”

He smirks, wrapping his arms around her waist as he rests his chin on her shoulder, the two glancing out the kitchen window to watch their children play. Antony is sitting in the grass with Ewan in his lap, chatting to his babbling baby brother about the plants and flowers that surround them as Cailean and Finlay run themselves ragged, screaming incoherent, toddler obscenities.

As hectic as the days are, Sebastian enjoys his life as a busy father and husband, finding comfort in the chaos. He kisses Sloane’s cheek, smiling against her skin. “I love you.”

She tilts her head back to look up at him and he raises a curious eyebrow at her devious expression. He nervously chuckles, “what is it?”

Sloane grins.

“I’m pregnant.”

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sugar-omi · 9 months

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If you are interested, can you plz share how you see the Our Life (1+2) characters as DnD classes and races included? 😆⚔️🍃🏹

Im craving Our Life with some medieval whimsical vibes, Baxter dancing with swords, Derek singing with bar goers while MC goes pickpocketing the villains, Cove as a MERMAN living his life like Ariel. So many wonderful thoughts wanted to share ✨️✨️✨️

okay this took so long bc i know nothing abt DnD so i did a bit of research!!! my friends have talked abt DnD and i never understood but knew it was smth cool n involved alot of creativity, but now i just think this is sm cooler <33 anyway im not creative at all rn so im referencing everything from this website im using👍

tags : Fluff, 'Dungeon and Dragons' headcanons + drabbles, cove is the only one w hc's for if you're dating (+ qiu kinda?) i couldn't think of dating hc's for everyone else in this world as well but you could imagine some of the hc's that way

synopsis : DnD races and classes of ol:nf & ol:ba characters.

qiu:

okay I couldn't decide but qiu is half-elven.

(his dad is so whipped for his elf wife<3<3<3)

i can't really think about what class he'd be in, but i think i could see him as a bard

he's the laziest bard though 💀 and thus is mostly a wanderer.

qiu will wait until they're on their last coin and then will go perform

would perform a very good show while MC pickpockets the assholes that were disturbing the bar just a moment ago

otherwise, he just performs for you and his friends.

they'll have/be at a party with all their friends, and will perform some type of magic trick to entertain everyone

qiu will sing you little songs, read you poetry he wrote while watching you sleep that morning<3

for any important dates like birthdays, or anniversary (if you're dating), etc., they'll do a cool magic trick and perform a elven dance that he learned from his mom

tama:

human! BUT. she's a druid

she loves the forest, the forest loves her

maybe a bit of sorcery as well? idk how this works lol

she has a little house in the woods omg

goes foraging and learns lots of sorcery stuff from ren

will show you how to cast cool spells

also you're the first person she comes to show you any new spells she learns!!

you two beat up any bandits/criminals you come across

renee (/darren):

human and like i mentioned in tama's, is a sorcerer

!!! wants to be like her mom in canon right?

i think she's a teacher n teaches young sorcerers/wizards

baxter:

isnt baxter special. just crossovering worlds 💀💀

anyway.. he's an elf! is also rogue...

bringing baxter's issues/trauma into this DnD au as well <3

you find it very weird that a elf is on his own, but ignore it ofc and befriend baxter anyway

after much warming of baxter's cold heart, i imagine he settles in some civilian town or nearby and opens a bar!!

and every night its full with laughter and good music, and occasionally he'll come out from behind the bar

(honestly, he's mostly just cleaning the glasses and looking pretty <3)

and he'll pull you or one of your friends into a dance

omg imagine its not just a bar, its also a bed & breakfast

of course he's decent enough at cooking, so every morning he lays out a nice breakfast for his customers

derek:

knew this was derek insantly!!! he's half-orc

orcs dont have horns, do they.... well they do now

(realizing he's more Oni than anything in my head...)

anyway i need you to imagine arataki itto and if u don't know who that is Please find the beefiest fanart of him n thats derek LOL

derek grinning with his fangs and he's like 7 feet tall and buff, covered in scars.... yessir <33

i imagine he's a wanderer, but before that he was a cleric.

derek always helps people, he's very reliable but i imagine he's tired and somehow ends up working for baxter!

he's chef during the day and security at night!!!

no fighting in baxter's bar/diner unless you want a ass-ful of derek's boot <3

i also imagine when he's not running the place with baxter, he's helping the towns folk

the kids love him

they make flower crowns and run to the bar/diner to give them to derek <3333

ofc there's that one shy kid who offers one to baxter! bc they think he's really cool!!!

cove:

like you said he's a merman!!!

mmm, but i also imagine he can shapeshift into a "human"

(this is some ariel shit isnt it LMAO)

(also im imagining mer!cliff x human!kyra. mmm, i wonder if she'd be a bard? or maybe a healer, cleric maybe? why do i wanna write a whole fic on this now....)

although i imagine he needs to stay hydrated to stay on land like that. so please remind him to drink water when you're out n about otherwise he'll turn back into a fish in the middle of the market LOL

(you've learned this the hard way

!!! imagine if there's some way for you to come into the sea as well, be it a air bubble or potion of some sort and you have lil underwater adventures/dates n cove shows you all kinds of cool things <3333

he brings you lots of pretty things

if you like jewelry, he has his dad help him string up some pearls into a necklace or bracelet. or even better an anklet

+ if you're dating/crushing on each other

he'll do his little mermaid mating and courting rituals

like bringing you food

(will show up on your doorstep in the middle of the night w a big fish he caught or some breakfast derek smuggled him (cove doesn't keep many coins since mer-currency is more like sand-dollars or smth like coins made out of ore only found in the sea. the ore is good for nothing else than to be coins LOL))

OH MY GOD HE CAN CHIRP N SHIT

will chirp n shrill and do other cute mer sounds that you don't really know what they mean sometimes

COVE: *watching you dreamily* MC: *flustered from the staring* what?... COVE: *flirtatious chirp*

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I love your posts. They're truly amazing. I've been doing a lot of my own research into Lolthian Drow culture as well, but have been unable to find much about formal holidays or the nedeirra. Anything you might know about any of that?

Hello! As for the festivals traditionally celebrated by Lolth-sworn drow, in books about Menzoberranzan for 2e and 4e there are mentioned three annual festivals specific to this city:

🕷️ Ceremony Of Graduation - celebrated by all the houses that have a member (or members) graduating from the Academy that year. Basically, a great feast with lots of dancing and drinking that spreads to the entire city - younger students and masters leave the Academy this day to visit their families, and graduated students and priestesses celebrate with wanton abandon as equals.

According to tradition and Lolth's will, on the day before, on the day of and on the day after the ceremony any conflicts between houses are forbidden. Most house servants and warriors are allowed three days of leisure, all trade is forbidden and the entire city is closed for the outside visitors. Many drow during this time, especially younger, are generally more relaxed, fun-seeking, drunken and less vigilant than normally.

Description of the main graduation rite can be found in R. A. Salvatore's Homeland, and an adequate summary is on FR wikia.

🕷️ Festival Of The Founding - celebrated on 20th day of Ches, on anniversary of the formal founding of the city. Drow celebrate this festival with their families, dining together - participants of the feast raise toasts to Lolth, to Menzoberranzan and to the founders of their family, and they tell tales about their ancestors.

The entire day is one of leisure and all the shops are closed, but the dinner lasts only for the second half of a day.

It is also believed that during this time, Lolth herself walks through the city in a form of a drow, listening to her people and judging them, rewarding those who please her and bringing death upon those who displease her (by making their food deadly poisonous, for example). It is a custom to offer hospitality to any drow stranger on this day - because who knows, it may be Lolth in disguise.

🕷️ The Open Days - celebrated from 23rd day of Flamerule to Midsummer (eight days). This festival encourages trade and resembles a trade fair when visitors are allowed to freely wander into the city, even into the districts normally reserved only for nobles.

During these days, all the drow houses put on special demonstrations of magic and martial readiness, to show their strength, impress the visitors and overawe their rivals.

🕷️ In other drow cities, there may be similar festivals - at least the Festival of the Founding and the Open Days sound like they could have their own versions in other Lolth-sworn drow communities.

🕷️ About nedeirra - it is a kind of dance popular among ...younger and wilder drow. Seldom attended by high priestesses, these wild, acrobatic "sweat dances" usually leave young drow drenched in sweat, dancing to the syncopated, driving rhythms of drumming and piping music. A wizard or two is often hired to create fun: illusions, tickling and slapping cantrips, and so on. (from Menzoberranzan, 2e)

In Daughter of the Drow by E. Cunningham nedeirra is described as dance competition of sorts (in the chapter where Liriel Baenre is throwing a wild party).

Hope you will find these information useful! 🙂

#drow lore #dnd lore #drow #lolth sworn drow #drow culture #dark elves #drow partying hard is canon for me #Festival of the Founding sounds a bit like drow Christmas Eve #but with Lolth as a gift-bringer

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puredramione · 2 years

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Links for the Dramione classics you know of? From the bingo board you posted?

Happy Reading Anon, I’m sorry it took a little while to get this list together. Please mind all tags!

Isolation by bexchan - He can't leave the room. Her room. And it's all the Order's fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something's going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. "There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!"

Silencio by - One late night, hate turns to lust.

Apple Pies and Other Amends by ToEatAPeach - It’s not until she’s brought a basil and strawberry sponge cake to Neville Longbottom and his new girlfriend, Hannah Abbott, a dozen rhubarb hand-pies to Luna and Xenophilius Lovegood, and another basket of ganache-covered muffins to Dean and Seamus, that Hermione admits to herself what she’s actually doing: she’s making a thing of this. It’s a veritable PTSD tour. With pastries. And hand-skimmed clotted cream. And she has no idea why she’s doing it, but it’s becoming very apparent that she is.

The Politician’s Wife by pir8fancier - This story is set twenty-three years after the fall of Voldemort. Our main characters are Ministry employees, middle-aged, and the majority of them not very happy.

The Fool, the Emperor, and the Hanged Man by ianthewaiting - Ten years after the fall of the Dark Lord, Hermione Granger leads of life of self-imposed obscurity, that is, until the day Headmistress Minerva McGonagall is murdered and a certain 'hero' is responsible.

Clean by olivieblake - Malfoy's handsome face was contoured into a condescending smirk. "No faith in that giant brain of yours, Granger?" She looked up at him defiantly. "Maybe I don't have faith in you!" she said, raising her voice. Malfoy only looked at her. "You'll find I'm very surprising."

Marked by olivieblake - Two dead. Three missing. The Order is down a leader and another innocent takes the Mark. Where is the Chosen One, and who killed Draco Malfoy?

The Bracelet by AkashaTheKitty - Hermione has everything she could possibly want... Except a life. People are getting sick of her superior attitude, especially Draco Malfoy, who schemes to get her down, once and for all. And then there's the thing with The Bracelet...

Amateur Cartography by worksofstone - That one-night stand with Draco Malfoy was a mistake. Hermione doesn't make mistakes, or at least she isn't supposed to. She's working hard at her Ministry career, however frustrating and pointless her job may be, and she's also got to live up to everyone's expectations as Hogwarts's most famous Muggle-born and a top-tier War Hero. So, why is she still sleeping with Draco Malfoy, ex-Death Eater and infamous pureblood? And why isn't she certain that she wants to stop?

Presque Toujours Pur by ShayaLonnie - Bellatrix's torture of Hermione uncovers a long-kept secret. The young witch learns her true origins in a story that shows the beginning and end of the Wizarding wars as Hermione learns about her biological father and the blood magic he dabbled in that will control her future.

Of Crimson Joy by LittleRobbin - "Life isn't always black and white, Granger. There are just shades of grey," Hermione learns about the price of forgiveness and trust when Draco Malfoy joins the Order, three years in to the war.

The Dragon’s Bride by rizzlewrites - Following their Hogwarts Graduation party, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy wake up in a motel, naked, hungover and tattooed. They also happen to be married. Now all they have to do is undo a binding marriage spell, tell Lucius, survive Snape, and avoid a crazed killer that seems to be targeting them. This is the 20th anniversary special edition of 'The Dragon's Bride'.

The Green Girl by Colubrina - Hermione is sorted into Slytherin; how will things play out differently when the brains of the Golden Trio has different friends?

Aurelian by BittyBlueEyes - Two years after the war, a young stranger pays a visit to the burrow. His arrival alone is baffling, but the news he brings of an upcoming war turns the world upside down. Hermione's quiet, post-war life will never be the same.

What the Room Requires by Alydia Rackham - Hermione is the one who finds Draco weeping in the bathroom. He flees. She chases him into the Room of Requirement, and the room forces them to face their greatest fears together in order to find the door.

The Fallout by everythursday - Hermione learns about growing up through the redemption of Draco Malfoy.

Parade Of The Sun* by everythursday - Floralis Fati is a plant with the power to control time, hidden in the wild, and protected by a magic that strips people of their own while seeking to kill them. Hermione wants it to save the world. Draco wants it to save himself. Sometimes what we want can destroy us - and sometimes it can build us new again.

We Learned The Sea by floorcoaster - Draco Malfoy turns himself in after a very successful career as a Death Eater, then enlists Harry and Hermione to help him in a scheme to bring down the Dark Lord. A story of forgiveness.

Turncoat by elizaye - Switching sides. "I have only one condition, and I trust it won't be hard for you to meet. I want Granger."

Lady Malfoy by 99cherries - "Miss Granger, you are in grave danger," he said slowly. "But the Ministry can offer you a safe place." "Where is this place?" Hermione said shakily. The man took a deep breath and looked into those brown eyes. "What do you know of Malfoy Manor?"

Simply Irresistible by bookworm1993 - Draco gave a cocky grin. "I am going to give you a makeover." "I'm sorry what?" "You heard me Granger, I'm going to give you a makeover that will make every man want you,and make Weasley die of regret. You will be simply irresistible."

Broken by inadaze22 - Draco felt something close to pity for the woman in front of him. While that disturbed him to no end, what really disgusted him was the fact that something had broken Hermione Granger’s spirit beyond recognition.

Hunted by bex-chan - Forced to work together when their old schoolmates start dying, Hermione & Draco must overcome their differences to solve the mysterious deaths. The tension in the office is getting rather...heated.

A Wonderful Caricature of Intimacy by Countess of Abe - Draco loves his son more than anything in the world. So, when his ex-wife plans to take his son away, Draco asks the most unlikely person for help. Hermione must decide whether changing her entire life is worth helping the man she hates unconditionally.

Lady of the Lake by Colubrina - Hermione and Draco team up after the war to overthrow the Order and take over wizarding Britain. They have plans and they'll get power, but the cost of victory may be higher than they expected and more than they can bear.

The Nietzsche Classes by Beringae - The Ministry takes action against the remaining prejudice in the wizarding society and asks Hermione for help. “What do you want? Money? Power? Name your price, Granger. I’m not about to let pride get in my way when an Azkaban sentence is on the line.”

*everythursday works I read in this file. The Fallout is available on AO3. She wrote Parade of the Sun and The Fallout, as well as many other greats! My personal favourite is A Kingdom Beside The Sea. There isn’t a day I don’t mourn the lose of Hawthorn & Vine 💔

Bingo board post.

#dramione #classics #fanfiction #hermione x draco #draco and hermione #draco x hermione #dhr #draco malfoy #hermione and draco #hermione granger #d/hr #fanfic recommendation #ask #Anon

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bluebird167 · 18 days

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The Little Mermaid AU.

This was actually a rough draft of Heart’s Content which was a straightforward re-telling of the Disney film but I decided to scrap it and try for something more original. Still I wondered what you all would think of it, so I re-read and re-edited it to fit with the new cannon and well..Here it is.

In a kingdom located in Denmark, Prince Alastor prefers to spend his days sailing and exploring rather than at court, despite his advisor Husk insisting that he should focus more on honoring the wishes of his deceased parents by settling down with a nice young lady and starting a family. One day while sailing over seas he hears a beautiful voice singing from fathoms below and commands it to be followed. No one else can hear the voice though but one sailor suggests that what the prince heard may have been a mermaid, specifically Lucifer's daughter for it is said that no one on land or in the sea has a voice as lovely as hers. The sailors then proceed to tell Alastor about King Lucifer who rules over the ocean and the mer-people, and how there was a time long ago when mer-people could be seen rising to the surface but then suddenly, they stopped coming. That the sea king had forbidden them from ever rising to the shore again after he lost his queen. Alastor is intrigued by these stories but Husk just brushes them off as nautical nonsense.

Meanwhile, deep on the ocean floor in the merfolk kingdom, King Lucifer and his brothers and sister in-laws Baron Belphegor, Lady Seras, and Lord Stolas are celebrating the anniversary of their nation's founding by having each of their daughters sing in a concert for their people. The concert is conducted by Lucifer's advisor and court composer, the sea-imp Moxxie and Belphegor's daughter Bee, Seras's daughter Emily, and Stolas's daughter Octavia perform magnificently but Lucifer's daughter is not present for her solo bringing the concert to a halt and enraging Lucifer.

As it turns out, Lucifer's daughter Charlie had forgotten about the concert because she is a mermaid who dreams of life on the land and spends most of her time swimming around the surface, collecting human items that occasionally fall from ships, and trying to learn about the humans. Unfortunately her people do not care for the surface or humans, and often look down on her and mock her for her interests. Calling her “odd”. The only ones who support her are her friends Vaggie who doesn't quite understand her fascination but wants her to be happy, and Blitzo a land-imp who gives her information about the human objects she finds. Or rather information that he's concocted in his own head. As he's telling her that a fork she found is used for combing one's hair and that a pipe she found is used for music, she suddenly remembers the concert and hurries home.

Elsewhere, Adam the sea-wizard and his loyal follower Lute are plotting revenge against Lucifer for banishing them and transforming Adam from a handsome merman to a hideous cecaelia. When Adam notices how head-strong and rebellious Charlie is, like her late mother, he suspects that she may be the key to Lucifer's undoing and tells Lute to keep an eye on her.

When Charlie returns home her father reprimands her for missing the concert and going to the surface, reminding Charlie that humans killed her mother Lilith years ago. Charlie then protests that the humans who killed her were pirates and that she believes that not all humans were like them. However Lucifer is xenophobic toward humans, viewing them as nothing more than savages. He forbids Charlie from ever going to the surface again and she leaves distraught. Lucifer then assigns Moxxie to watch over Charlie and keep her out of trouble, much to the sea-imp's dismay.

Moxxie follows Charlie and Vaggie to a secret grotto where she keeps her collection of human objects. Vaggie comforts Charlie and asks why she's so interested in the surface world anyway. The sea princess then responds that she gets it from her mother and that Queen Lilith always believed that the humans and the merfolk could live together in harmony if they tried to understand each other, so she would visit the surface as often as she could and then tell her daughter about her adventures. Charlie also reveals that her father once supported her mother's dream and even had a special music box made for her to show his support but that was lost along with her mother's life. Charlie then confesses that she secretly wishes to live in the surface world and have her own adventures, and wonders if maybe the humans would be more accepting of her "odd" nature than the merfolk are.

Moxxie is horrified by this discovery and makes his presence known. Charlie quickly pleads with Moxxie not to tell Lucifer about her collection or her secret wish. Moxxie promises not to but tries to convince Charlie to forget her strange hobbies and focus more on music and her singing. The conversation is interrupted when Charlie sees a ship floating overhead and curiously, swims up to investigate. She swims closer to the ship and spies on the sailors aboard who are celebrating Alastor's birthday. She watches the young man play the flute and dance with his cat Kee Kee and the crew, further intriguing her. During the party, the prime minister Zestial tells the prince that he must find a bride and take up his father's crown, then tells him that he is planning to arrange a marriage for him and the duchess Verosicka. Alastor and Husk both protest, insisting that both his father and mother would have wanted him to marry for love. Zestial counter-argues that despite that, the prince doesn't have anyone to love. Alastor tells them that the woman he falls in love with will be someone who's different. Someone who's "odd". Hearing this, Charlie is instantly smitten.

A storm suddenly hits and when the crew cannot steer the ship to safety, Alastor risks his life to get everyone on board including Kee Kee over to the lifeboats, choosing to be the last one to get off. Just as it's his turn, lighting strikes and the ship breaks apart. Alastor is tossed overboard and knocked unconscious. Charlie saves him from drowning and drags him to the shore. The storm ends by morning and Charlie checks to see if Alastor is still alive. When she sees that he is, she sings to him. Alastor begins to stir and the two fall in love.

Alastor dazedly begs Charlie to stay but she is forced to leave when she hears Husk coming. However Charlie vows to find a way to be with him and Alastor vows to find the woman who saved him. All of which is witnessed by Lute and as Adam spies on them through her eyes, he boasts on how he can use these star-crossed lovers to his advantage and that the reason for his transformation and banishment was that years ago, he and Lilith had been arranged to marry but she fell in love with Lucifer, choosing to marry him instead. Out of jealousy and revenge, he arranged for Lucifer to be killed by pirates but Lilith pushed her husband out of the way, taking the killing blow for him. He then remarks that Lucifer’s lovely little princess would make a charming bride.

After Charlie returns home, her behavior makes her father and her cousins Bee, Emily, and Octavia suspect that she has fallen in love. Moxxie tries to convince her that the sea is where she belongs and points out all the wonders of it, but she only dismisses his words and swims off. On land, Alastor is pressured into a dinner with the duchess Verosicka but he quickly realizes that she’s a vain woman only wants to marry him to become queen and rejects her advances. This upsets Zestial who believes in marriage for convenience but Husk proposes a compromise, that they give Alastor some time to fall in love and find a woman to marry before betrothing him to the duchess. Alastor reluctantly accepts but reveals that he’s in love with the one who saved him and wants to marry her but the only clue he has to find her is her beautiful voice and eyes.

At first Lucifer is pleased with the idea that Charlie has found love and asks Moxxie who the lucky “merman” is? Unfortunately Moxxie accidentally reveals that Charlie saved a human and that he is the one she is in love with. Lucifer is furious and forces Moxxie to take him to Charlie's grotto. There Vaggie has surprised Charlie with a small, marble statue of the prince that she found on the ocean floor and the princess gleefully starts to talk about how she'll sneak away to the surface to visit the prince. But Lucifer appears at the grotto and is enraged by her plans. Charlie tries to explain but Lucifer refuses to listen and destroys her collection of artifacts in a misguided attempt to protect her. Charlie swims away to cry and Lucifer is left feeling guilty for his actions but convinced that it was for her own good.

Once alone, Lute approaches Charlie and tells her that Adam has great power which he uses to help others achieve their greatest desires, and that she was once a land creature who dreamed of life in the sea and Adam made that dream real. Charlie knows nothing of Adam or of his past with her parents, and she's so devastated by her father's actions and feels so alone in her own world, that she agrees to go see him. Moxxie and Vaggie spot Charlie with Lute and follow them to Adam's lair. When Moxxie realizes who Charlie is about to meet, he rushes to warn her but Lute silences him and Vaggie.

Adam tells Charlie that the only way to be with Alastor is to become human and he offers to turn her into one for a month and if she can win Alastor's love and receive a true love's kiss from him before the sun sets on the final day, she will remain human forever. But if he doesn't then she'll turn back into a mermaid and be Adam's prisoner. He also demands that Charlie give him her voice as payment for the potion. At first Charlie is hesitate to accept, unsure if she can leave her father, family, and friends forever or give up her voice as it is her last connection to her mother. But Adam manipulates her by saying that she never really belonged in the sea to begin with and no one down below will ever truly accept her. And he convinces her that giving up her voice will be no great loss because she'll be the most beautiful human woman anyone has ever seen and that she will dance more gracefully than any other. In the end Charlie accepts the deal, Adam then takes her voice and locks it away in a nautilus shell, and gives her a potion that turns her tail into legs. Vaggie and Moxxie quickly get her to the surface before she can drown.

They meet Blitzo by the shore and Charlie is thrilled at finally becoming a human while Moxxie is mortified and almost goes to tell Lucifer what happened. But Vaggie and a now silent Charlie persuade him to instead help them as this is the only chance Charlie has at being truly happy. Blitzo finds some discarded rags and cloth to cover Charlie’s body with, just as she’s found on the beach by Alastor. He doesn’t think she’s the one who saved him due to her no longer having a voice but something about her beautiful eyes draw him to her so he decides to take her to the palace, inviting her to stay as his guest.

Inside, Rosie the headmistress of staff and Niffty the maid, take care of Charlie and see that she is treated like royalty. Giving her a suite and baths, dressing her in gowns of silk and velvet, weaving pearls into her hair, all the while Charlie is fascinated by the new world around her. In the evening, a banquet and ball is held in hopes that Alastor will choose a bride but none of the young ladies attending interest him.

When Charlie enters the room, Alastor is astonished by her beauty and invites her to sit with him and Husk at the banquet table. Charlie attempts to impress him by brushing her hair with a fork and blowing Husk’s pipe like it’s an instrument. All the guests laugh at her but Alastor finds her “odd” behavior charming and smiles at her.

Moxxie and Blitzo sneak into the palace to keep an eye on Charlie but the royal Chef Pentious mistakes them for being crabs and tries to cook them for dinner. They retaliate, leading to a brawl that disrupts the meal but luckily Blitzo escapes out the window while Charlie hides Moxxie in her room. After dinner Alastor teaches Charlie to dance and despite her clumsiness, she still moves with grace and charms him even further with her eloquent eyes. As Husk, Rosie, and Niffty watch them dance, they are pleased to see the prince so happy and suspect that love is in the air.

The next day, Alastor takes Charlie on a tour of the kingdom, going to shops and stands, introducing her to his neighbors and good friends, and he is further impressed with how she responds to everything with such an innocent and playful fascination. They end the day with a picnic on the beach which Charlie enjoys but as she watches the tide, she starts to become homesick and dips her feet in the water. Alastor notices that she's sad and understands that she misses her family. He comforts her and opens up to her about how he lost his parents and misses them. To cheer her up, he gives her a present, one of the many artifacts that his father brought back from his days as an explorer and to Charlie's wonder and joy, the gift is her mother's music box. She embraces him and they almost kiss but Alastor backs out, still longing for the "one" who saved him.

As Adam continues to spy on Charlie, he starts to become anxious. He tells Lute that he gave Charlie a month to win Alastor's heart because he knows that the prince is expected to marry another woman by the month's end and is sure that humans never break an arranged marriage. Still, he sends Lute upward to make absolutely certain that the kiss doesn't happen.

As the weeks pass, Alastor and Charlie grow closer. They go horseback riding, they climb mountain tops, he takes her sailing, and she listens to him whenever he talks about how he doesn't want to be king and that he's not sure he will be as good at running a kingdom as his parents were. Not one day goes by where they are not together yet Alastor still does not even make an attempt to kiss her. But while she spends her days with Alastor, Charlie spends her nights dipping her feet in the ocean and visiting with Vaggie who misses her terribly but is glad that she's happy. One night as Charlie comes back from the beach, she over hears Zestial and Husk arguing about Alastor's betrothal to Verosicka and she fears that he may love another. Rosie and Niffty figure this out and comfort Charlie, assuring her that Alastor does not like Verosicka at all and that they truly believe that if he ever married anyone, it'll be her. Meanwhile, Lucifer and his family have been searching the entire ocean for Charlie and Moxxie the remorseful sea king breaks down to his brother in-law Stolas about how he knows Charlie and Moxxie's disappearances are his fault and that he failed them and Lilith. Stolas however assures him that Charlie and Moxxie will be found and that his sister knows how much he loves and tries. Still Lucifer cannot help but constantly say "What have I done? What have I done?"

On the day before the last day of the month, Alastor takes Charlie on a romantic boat ride in a lagoon. A secret spot where his father used to take his mother and he tells her how his father met his mother while exploring the middle east and how different she was from all the other woman he had met before. That she was "odd" just like how his father was "odd" and they fell so much in love that no matter what they faced, no matter what stood in their way, they would always find each other. He then confesses that he wants a love like that and that is why he cannot consent to an arranged marriage. He also confesses that he considers himself "odd" and that he thinks Charlie is wonderful because she's "odd" too. Moxxie takes advantage of the moment by working with Bltizo to create a romantic atmosphere and again they almost kiss, but Lute ruins the moment by tipping the boat over.

Furious at Charlie's close success, Adam decides to take matters into his own tentacles but going up to the surface and appears to a jealous Verosicka, who is sulking over the fact that the prince would prefer a “little mute" over herself. Adam offers Versoicka a solution and gives her specific instructions to follow. That night, Husk suggests to Alastor that "Far better than any dream girl is one of flesh and blood, one warm and caring, and right before your eyes." Alastor takes this advice to heart and realizes that he's fallen in love with Charlie. He decides to forget his dream girl and marry Charlie instead but before he can tell her how he feels, he is approached by Versoicka who is now wearing the nautilus shell containing Charlie's voice around her neck. She uses the voice to bewitch Alastor to forget all about Charlie and marry the "one with the voice."

The next morning Charlie learns that Alastor has decided to marry Verosicka today, much to the joy of Zestial and the confusion of Husk, Rosie, and Niffty. Charlie tries to get Alastor's attention but Versoicka does everything in her power to keep him from seeing her, and when the staff questions him about Charlie, he claims not know such a woman. Heartbroken, Charlie runs off in tears, sobbing by the shore as the wedding ship departs. But Blitzo suspects that something is up and decides to do a little snooping. He spies on Verosicka and sees her conversing with Adam through a mirror, in which they reveal that they've been using Charlie's voice to keep Alastor in a trance and that Verosicka must not let Alastor see his true love or the spell may weaken. Blitzo quickly warns his friends and they devise a plan, Vaggie will take Charlie to the wedding ship, Moxxie will get Lucifer, and Blitzo will stall the wedding.

Blitzo enlists sea animals and Kee Kee to help him and together they disrupt the wedding and attack Verosicka. Vaggie and Charlie get closer to the ship but Lute turns herself into a shark and attacks them. Vaggie fights her, giving Charlie a chance to climb aboard. Alastor finally sees her, bedraggled and on the verge of collapsing, he starts to remember her and rushes to embrace her. Veroscika attempts to strengthen the spell over him but Blitzo rips the nautilus shell from her neck and breaks it at Charlie's feet. Charlie's voice is restored to her and Alastor realizes that she's the one. Tragically, just before their lips can touch, the sunsets and Charlie turns back into a mermaid. It's too late and Adam takes Charlie away, but Alastor is determined not to lose her again.

Lucifer confronts Adam and agrees to take his daughter's place and give him his trident, in exchange for her freedom. Adam agrees, he claims the trident for himself and turns Lucifer into a sea worm to Moxxie's and Charlie's horror. Charlie attempts to take the trident back to save her father but Adam restrains her. Alastor, having found them, shoots a harpoon at Adam to defend her and Lute responds by trying to drown him. Vaggie and Moxxie defend him and Adam attempts to kill all three of them with the trident but Charlie intervenes, causing the blast to hit and kill Lute instead.

Alastor and Charlie reunite at the surface and she urges him to get away for his safety but he refuses to leave her. The couple is suddenly pursued by an enraged Adam who controls the waters to bring them to him. He takes Charlie hostage and starts trying to drown Alastor, all the while taunting him about how once he's dead, he'll takeover not only Charlie's kingdom but Alastor's as well, enslaving both of their people, and pushing the final button by declaring that he'll make Charlie his replacement bride for Lilith. Furious, Alastor reaches for the harpoon he threw earlier and stabs Adam in the chest. In pain, he drops both them and the trident, and the couple use the trident to destroy Adam.

Afterward, Alastor and Charlie swim to the shore where he proclaims his love for her and they share true love's kiss. But then Charlie tells him that although she loves him too, they belong in different worlds and that they can never be together. Alastor pleads with her not to leave him, that they can surely find a way but she tearfully insists that there is no such way. She returns to the sea and is overjoyed to see her father restored to his true form, they embrace, and both apologize for the mistakes they've made. Charlie agrees to go home but asks to have one last look at Alastor first and Lucifer consents. Seeing the way Charlie looks at Alastor and the way he looked at her, reminds Lucifer of how he used to look at Lilith and recalls that Alastor had risked his life to save his daughter just as Lilith had given her life for her husband. Realizing that he was wrong and that he wants Charlie to be happy, Lucifer decides to change Charlie into human for good, she runs into Alastor's arms, they kiss, and at some point marry, finally uniting humans and merfolk just as Lilith always wanted.

#Hazbin hotel #helluva boss #charlie morningstar hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #alastor the radio demon #charlastor #Alastor x charlie #Moxxie #Vaggie #Blitzo #lucifer morningstar #Adam #the little mermaid #radiobelle #alastor hazbin hotel #lucifer hazbin hotel

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i like to imagine that every year on the anniversary of malistaires death, the young wizard and cyrus drake visit his grave together and just stand there in comfortable silence. they’re the only ones to visit his grave.

#malistaire drake #cyrus drake #wizard101 #w101

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'The eyes of Graphorns' - Part 2

tw: metions of death and loss

Aesop Sharp x fem mc (adult)

-> this way to part 1

Summary: It's time to leave Hogwarts after Elaine passed her N.E.W.Ts with excellent grades. But there's one thing that needs to be done before she says goodbye. It's the anniversary of her mentor's death, and she once again finds support in a certain potions master.

Chapter 2 - Goodbyes

Something had changed since the Battle of Hogwarts and Eleazar Fig's death. Sharp had noticed it back then in his office, but on the day of Fig's funeral, it became especially clear to him. There was something broken in Elaine's gaze. He saw her trying to hide it and smile, but her eyes had lost all joy. In the past year, but especially during her last fight, she had to grow up in a ruthless way and all too sudden. While some of her classmates only knew from rumors what had happened beneath the castle, Elaine had to take responsibility for her own survival and that of her classmates. She had seen with her own eyes how cruel the world beyond the castle walls could be.

After the Battle of Hogwarts, she simply returned to classes and continued as if nothing had happened. Her friends repeatedly tried to reach out to her and support her in coping with her grief, which she undoubtedly carried within her, but Elaine did not speak about what had happened. It was as if she had locked it away deep inside herself and had no intention of bringing it up again. At least not when anyone was around.

In Potions class, Sharp sometimes noticed that Elaine looked tired, as if she had barely slept at night. Poppy Sweeting, Natsai Onai, and even Sebastian Sallow, who usually only worked with Ominis Gaunt, would stand by her table on those days, trying to cheer her up. Secretly, it touched Sharp how much his students were trying to help their friend, so he generously overlooked it when an occasional disaster happened in their cauldrons.

On those days, he wondered if it hadn't been too much to ask of Elaine Hopkins what she had to go through. Of course, he didn't know exactly what had happened between her and Fig in the past year, but he could guess at the effects it had on the young witch.

- Two years later -

On the day the N.E.W.T. results were announced just before the summer holidays, the graduation ceremony of the seventh years traditionally took place. Usually, Sharp avoided such events, but on this day, he stayed. Elaine had excelled in almost all subjects and was awarded a special commendation as top of her year. Sharp thought this commendation was a joke. Of course, he was pleased that she was finally receiving some of the recognition she deserved and he admired her determination and talent, but she had done something much greater for the school's welfare than what was acknowledged here.

When most of the commotion was over and the students retreated to their common rooms to continue celebrating, Elaine also stood up and looked thoughtfully at the entrance door. She had to think of that day when she had entered the entrance hall for the first time with Professor Fig. On her last day, she had to do it alone.

She stood near one of the open fireplaces and thought about how she had received her letter and how Fig had finally come to get her. It had taken some persuasion to convince the orphanage's management to let her go. In hindsight, Elaine could have sworn that a Confundus Charm had done its part: It had always seemed strange to her that head of the institution, who valued her as cheap worker, had suddenly changed his mind to let her go with a stranger who claimed to be a professor at a wizarding school. Fig had been the first to become a role model for her, the first person ever to treat her with respect. He had made her feel like she belonged somewhere and had let her know in crucial moments that he appreciated her. He had taught her how to use magic without judging or punishing her. No one had ever given Elaine recognition like Eleazar Fig had. The grief for him still sat deep within her.

Sharp noticed that Elaine was the only one left in the Great Hall. Matilda Weasley had approached her and was talking to her. Matilda laughed. They talked for a while until Matilda nodded and patted Elaine on the shoulder. Matilda turned around and walked towards the teacher's table. He saw her concerned expression and immediately stood up, even though he had no idea what he should do. He looked at Professor Weasley questioningly, and as if she knew what was going on in Sharp's mind, she answered without him asking: "Eleazar. Today is the anniversary of his death. Go meet her. I believe she trusts you more than me."

Sharp flinched imperceptibly. Of course, how could he forget? It had been two years since Elaine Hopkins had lost her mentor. She didn't want to admit it, and she tried to hide it, but a mindful observer could still feel how much she missed him.

Matilda's words stirred strange feelings in him. They made him think, as did the way she looked at him. As if she knew something that eluded him, and that unsettled him. Sharp doubted that Elaine trusted him. She had never wanted to talk about what had happened that night beneath Hogwarts, although he had hinted more than once that he was ready to listen to her.

Without noticing what he was doing, he was already approaching Elaine and trying to ignore the pain in his leg as best as he could to at least meet her with some dignity. He approached his now former student cautiously from behind and made himself noticeable with a clearing of his throat. She turned around.

"Professor?"

"I... well..." he stammered, surprised by his inability to find words as she looked at him. Her blue gaze captivated him for a moment and paralyzed him. "I wanted to congratulate you. I heard your potions exam was exceptional."

Elaine smiled, but her eyes still held a pensive expression. What was he talking about? He had always prided himself on not dealing with trivialities, and now he was clumsily trying to avoid his real concern, which made him recoil from himself. Sharp suddenly became nervous for inexplicable reasons.

"And," he added quickly, "I want to express my condolences to you. Today... Professor Fig would have been proud of you..."

Elaine noticed the insecurity in Sharp's voice. She looked down. All day, she had kept herself together, but now she felt her facade starting to crumble. Sharp noticed her jaw tensing. He continued, now with noticeable seriousness in his words: "How are you? If there's anything I can do for you..."

Elaine remembered the day two years ago. She hadn't forgotten that Sharp had been the one to come to her when she had collapsed in front of Fig's lifeless body. That he had been the one to free her from that situation. The one who had ignored his own pain to alleviate hers. The other teachers had just stood by and watched. They had offered her their condolences, but Elaine didn't want pity. She had felt how awkward they behaved. She didn't want to be patted on the shoulder because of her loss and to be told that everything would be okay, but most teachers did it anyway. Elaine wasn't mad at them for that, but it would feel like a betrayal to Fig to just go on as if nothing had happened, even though that's exactly what she had done. Sharp was the only one who could give her something like comfort. Because she felt that he knew. He was the only one who really understood how it felt. And he was the only one who didn't dismiss her with platitudes.

"Thank you," Elaine replied. "Actually... there is something."

Sharp looked at her, signaling her to continue.

"I want to go back. To the repository. Where he died. But I..."

"You don't want to go alone," Sharp finished her sentence.

Elaine nodded.

"Only if you don't mind, of course," she added. She noticed the tension in Sharp's eyes, which wandered down to his leg for a fraction of a second.

"There's a fireplace nearby connected to the Floo Network," she explained, and he was startled by her perceptiveness. How had she recognized what he had just been thinking? Any other student with her abilities would have been recommended a career as an Auror, but Elaine had probably already fought battles that would have been enough to retire even for some more experienced wizards. Of course, he would go with her.

"No," he replied, "Let's walk. There are things that should be done without magic."

Sharp knew that Elaine was walking slower because of him. Even though he tried not to show it, he disliked being dependent on her consideration, although he was grateful. They crossed stairs and corridors, more corridors and doors, until they finally arrived in the Map Room. In front of them, there were four huge empty picture frames.

Sharp stopped. His face had taken on a hard expression; it was unbearable for him to walk today, but he didn't complain. Elaine felt that he was struggling and looked at him with concern. He met her gaze determinedly - she knew he hated pity, and it had been his suggestion to walk, so she accepted that he didn't want to be addressed about it.

With a flick of her wand, Elaine Hopkins unleashed an unknown power that released a door deep beneath the abandoned portraits. Sharp felt that Elaine wielded a kind of magic he had never encountered before. Without words, she went down to the door and stepped through it. He stepped beside her to walk the path ahead together with her.

When they reached a gate made of blue metal and crystal, they stopped. Sharp looked up. The sight that greeted him impressed him and intimidated him at the same time: Two huge statues guarded the passage in front of them like sentinels. Their hands rested on gigantic swords. He had noticed them last time, but now they came to life and turned threateningly towards them, as if they were about to attack at any moment. Sharp reached for his wand. Elaine raised a hand and motioned for him to wait, then she drew another wand from her jacket, which she aimed at the two guards. Light filled the room. Instantly, the guards paused and then knelt before Elaine. Sharp couldn't believe his eyes. He had always suspected that Elaine possessed special abilities, but this even surpassed his imagination.

Elaine didn't meet his gaze as he looked at her questioningly. Silently, they walked side by side deeper into the caves, over rocks and ledges, until they reached the place where it had happened. Elaine didn't speak as she knelt and looked down. Sharp watched at the repository in front of him and then at the witch kneeling in the dust, suddenly so delicate and fragile in her despair.

After a few minutes, Elaine broke the silence.

"He was the first to treat me like a human being," she remarked finally, and it took a moment for Sharp to understand that she was talking about Fig. "He was the first not to judge me for my magical powers. He taught me to defend myself, and he was always by my side when I had to follow the path of the keepers. He didn't have to do that."

She paused briefly.

"Sometimes I wish I had been in his place. That I had died. Not him."

Aesop Sharp held his breath and felt a stab in his chest. Suddenly, it was very quiet in the cave. What was going on inside her were thoughts not unknown to him, but to hear them from her mouth tore him apart. He looked at her. He couldn't risk looking away now and making her feel like he was turning away from her. Elaine stood up and turned to him: "I... I never thanked you properly," she continued.

Sharp frowned, puzzled: "What is it you should have to thank me for?"

Elaine was silent for a moment, and then she tried to look at him. The grief in her eyes was heavy and dull.

"You helped me when Professor Fig... when it happened. You were there when I didn't know what to do or how to go on."

Elaine looked at her feet. Sharp knew she was going through a lot, but it had a greater impact on her than he expected. He was confused; he had always felt like he hadn't done enough. For years, he had carried the thought with him that he hadn't found the right words to gain her trust, that he hadn't been the right person to support her, that another teacher with more tact would have been better suited to take care of her. And now she disarmed his doubts with gratitude.

"Would you like to talk about what exactly happened? You mentioned the 'Keepers'?" Sharp asked cautiously after a while of silence. For the first time, he felt that Elaine was opening up to him, and he hoped to fan that spark a little further, not suffocate it.

Elaine's gaze drifted into the void. Sharp wasn't sure if she was contemplating an answer or if she had turned away from him. Eventually, she decided to confide in the potion master. After all, it had been one of Fig's final advices to her to trust others. She recounted the attack on the carriage, her ability to see ancient magic, Gringotts, Miriam, the Keepers, and the trials. She spoke of how the goblins had attempted to harness power and use it against the wizarding world. She talked about her battles against Ashwinders, the explorations deep underground in goblin mines, and the abduction by Viktor Rookwood. However, she omitted Isidora's ability to heal pain. When she finished, Sharp remained silent for a while.

When she finished, she fell silent. Sharp broke the silence: "From the beginning, I had a sense that you needed a good education - more than the others - not that you lack intelligence, but not every student starts their first year with a dragon attack, not even in fifth grade, but I... I didn't know," he faltered. "I'm sorry," Sharp said, sounding somewhat awkward. Elaine looked at him questioningly.

"I'm sorry that I didn't notice what you were going through. I should have been more attentive, as my profession demands. I should have taken Fig's warning more seriously. Unfortunately, this isn't the first time my judgment has failed me."

Sharp lowered his gaze, and Elaine knew he was thinking of the day he lost his partner.

"You shouldn't have had to endure all of this alone if one of us professors had been more vigilant. It's our job to educate you, to review your academic progress, to prepare you for the wizarding world with all its conflicts, but our highest goal should always be to protect you as students. I believe I speak for the entire faculty when I say we have failed in this regard."

Elaine shook her head.

"It was my own decision."

"What are your plans now? Now that you're leaving Hogwarts?" he asked as casually as possible into the room. Surprisingly, he found that he was worried. Students came and went. Aesop Sharp had never been particularly sentimental about it, but at the thought of Elaine Hopkins leaving school after only three years, he suddenly felt a heaviness on his shoulders that he had not known before. With her skills, all possibilities were open to her, and that worried him. What would happen if she decided to become an Auror? If she exposed herself to the same danger he had faced? Of course, her abilities were extraordinary, and with the right training, she would achieve great things, but for inexplicable reasons, he couldn't push aside his discomfort.

Elaine looked at him, only briefly, and then her gaze wandered back to the ground as she replied: "I... I've saved up a few Galleons. I think I'll travel for a while. I still... have something to do."

The hesitation in her voice told him not to ask further. His throat felt too tightened to speak anyway, and so they just stood there in silence, and looked at each other one last time.

Elaine didn't know that this evening, Sharp didn't return to his quarters in the faculty tower. Instead, he sank into his office chair, where she had sat opposite him two years ago. She knew nothing of the despair with which he buried his face in his hands, hiding the tears he shed from himself. She knew nothing of the accusations that had taken hold of him in recent months. She knew nothing about the emotions he swore to never let anyone know about.

-> This way to Chapter 3 - A Reunion

#professor aesop sharp #aesop sharp x mc #aesop sharp #professor sharp x oc #professor sharp #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic

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Snape Masterlist

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Oneshots

Teacher Appreciation Day (Fluff, SFW)

A first-year muggle-born Hogwarts student decides to get their favorite potion professor a gift for teacher appreciation day.

I Understand (Fluff, SFW)

Professor Snape notices you are failing his assignments all of a sudden and offers you accommodations to improve your grade before you graduate from Hogwarts.

Renovations at Spinner’s End (Fluff, SFW)

You are a muggle who is married to Snape and you decide to renovate your home on Spinner’s End while he is away teaching at Hogwarts.

The New Potions Professor (Angst, Smut, NSFW, Minors DNI! 18+ Only!)

It’s Severus Snape’s first year teaching at Hogwarts. You had dated for a short period while he was still in school and he broke your heart when he ended things between you. What will you do now that he is your professor? BitterSweet Beginnings (Part 2 - Final Part) With your impending graduation date soon approaching Severus Snape breaks your heart once again. Years later you see him again in the least place you’d expect, a meeting of The Order of the Phoenix. You enact a plan to get revenge, but it soon goes south and you fall head over heels for the heavily guarded man once again.

Your New Man (Snape x Reader x Lucius, Angst with a happy ending)

You are dating Lucius, but you can’t seem to get over your ex, Severus Snape. What will you do when he shows up at Malfoy manor for your party to celebrate your anniversary with Lucius?

A Day in the Life of Severus Snape: A Rather Mundane Tale

Get a glimpse into the rather boring life of Severus Snape!

He’s Your Son Through and Through! (SFW, Dad Snape, Fluff, Cute)

Severus and his wife receive an owl from their son concerning his OWL grades.

How Did We End Up Here? (SFW, Fluff, Snape x Reader)

In a Snape lives AU, the reader recounts the main details of their dating history with Severus Snape before their wedding.

Severus the Bitch (NSFW, Smut, Friends to Lovers, Snape x Fem Reader)

In a high-school AU where Severus Snape is reimagined as the drug dealer and DND loving Eddie Munson from Stranger Things, the reader is becoming all too aware of her growing crush on her best friend. Does he have feelings for her as well?

If Only For a Moment Longer (SFW, Fluff, Snape POV)

A Birthday Tale (SFW)

Severus Snape receives a rather poorly wrapped gift for his birthday.

Thank Merlin for Sweatpants (generally SFW but allusions to sex)

Severus Snape is caught outside of his chambers wearing sweatpants when an alarm sounds throughout the castle in the dead of night.

Longfic

The Knight and The Prince (Snape x Transmasc FTM OC)

Part 1 Part 2

Emery Knight, the newly appointed Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts, experiences some backlash due to him being trans-masc. It seems the only person willing to stand up for him and his rights is the snarky Professor Severus Snape. Will they become friends or perhaps something even more?

The Solitary Daffodil *HIATUS*

Severus Snape is dead... or at least he was dead. Nagini's bite fatally wounded him, but something went wrong while his life was flashing before his eyes. Now, Severus finds himself as a ten-year old child again. Determined to change his fate he embarks on the task of killing Voldemort during the first wizarding war before he has the chance to kill Lily and mistakenly implant a part of his soul into Harry.

Headcanons

My Personal Headcanons: Part 1 , Part 2

Oddly Specific Headcanons: Animals/Pets

Young Severus Snape

Suit Shopping With Snape

Snape x Hufflepuff

Requests

What’s Up with Those Two? (SFW, Fluff, Snape x Professor Reader)

Fred and George Weasley are up to their usual schemes. What will happen when they overhear a rather odd conversation between you and Professor Snape?

The Surprise of a Lifetime (SFW, Fluff, Slightly Suggestive, Snape x Professor Reader)

You plan a surprise for Severus's birthday!

A Devious Plan (SFW, Fluff, Snape x Professor Reader)

A student comes up with a brilliant plan to try and get Professor (Y/N) and Professor Snape to confess their feelings to each other.

A Potion Mishap (SFW, Fluff, Snape x Professor Reader)

Snape's experimental potion goes wrong leaving you drunk af.

On the Arm of the Enemy (SFW, Slight Angst with a happy ending, Student Snape x Student Reader)

What will Severus do when he sees you at the Yule Ball with Sirius Black?

Truth or Dare (SFW, Fluff, Student Snape x Student Reader)

You are involved in a game of truth or dare with Snape and the Marauders.

Tag You’re It! (SFW, Fluff)

You join in on a game of blind tag with a group of first years. Unbeknownst to you, Severus is watching.

What Are You Hiding? (SFW, Fluff, Snape x Reader)

Severus is convinced you are hiding a deep dark secret from him when you start avoiding him.

Potion Brewing Date With Severus (SFW, Fluff, Snape x Reader)

You ask Severus out on a date to buy potion ingredients and then you make the potion together.

They’re Friends? (SFW, Platonic Professor Snape x Professor Reader)

You've been best friends with Severus since school. How will the students react when you accidentally let that slip along with the fact that Severus was a victim of bullying?

Only Yours (NSFW, Smut, Snape x Reader)

The new professor is after your husband. Will Severus remain faithful?

Meddlesome Minerva (NSFW, Smut, Snape x Reader)

Minerva unknowingly interrupts some classroom "playtime" for you and Snape.

Long Awaited Confession (SFW, Fluff, Angst, Student Snape x Student Reader)

Severus has had a crush on you for a long time. How will he confess his true feelings?

Learning From Severus (SFW, Fluff, Student Snape x Student Reader)

Severus tutors you in school and soon you both develop feelings for each other. What will you do when Severus starts becoming more and more distant?

You Think of Me? (SFW, Dad Snape w/ daughter, cute and fluffy, Drabble)

Severus finds out that his daughter uses memories of him to cast a Patronus.

Babysitting With Snape (SFW, Fluff, Drabble)

You and Severus babysit Harry for Sirius while he is away.

The Steadfast Crush (SFW, Fluff, Age Gap, Snape x Reader)

You've had a crush on Severus since you were a first-year student and he was in his fifth year. You continue to crush on him well into your adult years. Will he also develop a crush on you?

I Thought We Were Just Going To Sleep? (NSFW, Smut, Snape x Reader)

You spend the night with Severus for the first time. What will happen when he finds out that you sleep naked?

The Best Date (SFW, Student Snape X Student Reader, gender-neutral, fluff)

Severus Snape has been set up on a date by his friend Lily. How will that date go?

The Sketchbook (Snape x Reader, SFW but does contain sexual themes)

Severus finds the reader's sketchbook, some of the drawings are innocent but others are not so.

Marked Man (Snape x Reader, SFW but a bit suggestive)

The reader sees Severus' Dark Mark for the first time. How do they react?

#ensnapemysenses #fic masterlist #Snape Masterlist

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Rainyk's Kirby Fanfics Masterpost

All of this stories take place in the same continuity and some minors elements are interconnected. However, you can still read them independently, if you wish.

/!\ If you want, you can read this fanfics on Squidgeworld.

In Chronological Order:

Turning over a New Leaf (Serie Completed)

Magolor had been through a lot during his life, but how exactly did he became the person he is now? How the mage went from a megalomanic and untrustworthy individual to a Dream Friend?

1. Heavy Is the Head That Wears the Crown

As battle rage between the Heroes of Dream Land and Halcandra’s Guardian at the top of Haldera, a certain lying wizard experiences conflicted feelings about his next course of actions because of the bonds he had created. The behavior of his ship only worsens his misguidance.

2. Among Fire and Brimstone

After a near-death experience during his time in Another Dimension, Magolor is forced to put on hold his quest for the Fruit Fragments. As he is healing, the young mage reflects on the choices that lead him here. Will he faces what he has done, or let his denial consume him?

3. A Sycophant’s Apology

One year after betraying Kirby and his friends, Magolor has a well fulfilled life. He made up with him his old companions. His theme park is getting bigger and bigger. He even reunited with an old partner! However, as the birthday of his treason approach, the young mage realizes that there is a person he never apologized to: the Guardian Angel of Halcandra.

Nightmare of a Twisted Memory (Oneshot)

After a particularly dreadful nightmare during a space road trip with his friends, Magolor falls into a panic attack. It's up to Marx, Taranza and Susie to help him calm down, but it's not as easy as it seems when the mage is faced with a tremendous amount of guilt and self-loathing over the reminiscence of a certain crown.

Fortunately, his friends are as stubborn as he is to comfort him.

(Slight Magoranza)

A Wonderful Attraction (8/15 chapters)

Years after the death of Sectonia, Taranza has rebuilt himself and his scars have faded. Having made the wish to never love again, his oath is strongly compromised by his growing crush for Magolor. This dilemma intensifies when the latter invites Taranza to embark on an interdimensional journey to help him renovate Wondaria with Marx and Susie. As the anniversary of the death of his first beloved approaches, the Floralian is torn between his love for the dimensional traveler and his undying loyalty to his queen.

Unbeknown to him, Magolor is also struggling with emotions he didn’t know he had. The mage, who has lived alone for so long, is caught off guard by feelings that he cannot decipher.

Their friends try to come up with a plan to bring them together before the park's opening night.

(Lots of Magoranza)

#rainyk post #ao3 #kirby fanfic #magolor #magoranza #taranzalor #taranzolor

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2nd Anniversary Borda Island Limited Episodes - Full Cast

all 21 wizards’ borda island episodes have been translated and are in one place here! order is central > north > east > west > south!

Oz and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Oz?

Oz: ... Anniversaries...

Akira: (It seems like he doesn't have much of an idea when it comes to things like that...)

Oz: I can't clearly recall any such things. I don't think it is necessary to remember them, but there are still days which I cannot forget. I do not understand why others would want to celebrate such days. It need only be clearly engraved within you.

Akira: I see... I enjoy celebrating anniversaries, though. It's nice being able to celebrate happy events over and over.

Oz: Is that how it is?

Akira: Do you have anything you want to celebrate over and over, Oz?

Oz: ...I am sure I will celebrate the day that the <Great Calamity> is destroyed and escaped fate many, many times over. I believe that will be the first time I can have an anniversary.

Arthur and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have anniversaries you celebrate, Arthur?

Arthur: I wouldn't call them anniversaries, but... When I was a child and still lived in the castle, it seemed like every day there was some sort of ceremony being held. However, when I started living in Northern Country, it seemed as if Lord Oz didn't even notice when the date changed. I remember being surprised that he didn't observe any yearly events or anniversaries. He also didn't celebrate his birthday.

Akira: Then did you not celebrate your birthday either, Arthur?

Arthur: Oh, no. One year, Lord Figaro brought me some sweets, and we celebrated it from then on. But Lord Oz read the stars to know the precise date, and would tell it to me every year. That this was the day I was born, I mean.

Cain and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Cain?

Cain: Yeah, a whole bunch. For starters, the day that you and I first met? How bright the moon was that night, the look on your face, and the words you spoke all made me so happy that I remember it really clearly.

Akira: (He's way too good at things like this... I feel so happy...) Thank you very much. Do you have any other special anniversaries?

Cain: The day I was granted the title of general, I guess. That day's definitely special to me. A month later, six months later, a year later... I remember keeping count. I was still so young and yet they'd given me such an important role, so I must've been being stressed in my own way. So each and every time, I made sure to praise myself and get myself a treat about it. Ever since I lost the title I stopped counting, but so much has happened since then... I'm sure I'll get to come up with lots more anniversaries commemorating my growth from now on, too.

Riquet and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Riquet?

Riquet: Anniversaries... There were seasonal rituals we observed at the church, but I wouldn't say any of them qualified as an anniversary to me. For me, I suppose I'd say something like my birthday? Is there anything other than my birthday to celebrate?

Akira: It can be anything. Like the day of the first time something happened. It's a day for anything you want to remember and celebrate.

Riquet: I see... In that case, I shall make an anniversary of the day I first ate Nero's cooking. It's difficult to explain it, but I truly feel my world changed that day. What I saw, what Nero said to me, even the taste of the wheat... I've thought about that moment many, many times. And each time, I feel just as blessed as I did in the moment. Could that perhaps be an anniversary?

Akira: I think that's a wonderful anniversary to have. If you told Nero about it, I bet he'd be really happy.

Riquet: Yay! Then I can celebrate the anniversary by having him make the same thing again. Master Sage. Thank you for teaching me about such a wonderful word.

Snow and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Snow?

Snow: Our birthday, of course! We do truly love to match! It is something I celebrate with White every year. Sometimes we are joined by a great number of people, and sometimes, it is just the two of us. We have held celebrations on a boat on the river, in a manor of ice, and in a magnificent castle. To get fired up for our celebrations, we pay attention to recent trends. Dear White simply adores modern day information.

Akira: (Is that right...)

Snow: This year, Mitile has told us about a song that came to popularity recently, which is performed while also playing a banjo.

Akira: I feel like a banjo-playing Snow would be unmatched in cheeriness!

Snow: Fufu. Of course, of course. While the years have certainly piled up and I am now alone, the day of our birth does not change. This year, next year, the year after that. Until my magic runs out and I turn to stone, it is a day we shall celebrate together.

White and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, White?

White: Try as I might, I still cannot forget the date of my death...

Akira: I--Is that right. But as twins, don't you love to match each other? Wouldn't your matching birthday be a better option here?

White: Hohoho. Therefore, even the day that we both die should be the same, yes? The day Snow dies is still in the future. Because the two of us love to match.

Akira: (... I just felt a chill down my spine...)

White: Hohoho. You needn't think I'd do anything. He is a beloved part of me, after all. Such miracles happen on their own in this mysterious world of ours. If enemies who despise each other can die on the same day as one another, then a loving couple must die on the same as one another as well. It is a curious thing. And quite difficult to tell if such is a blessing or a curse. But still... I believe Snow wishes to be free until the day things end.

Mithra and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Mithra?

Mithra: I don't.

Akira: That was fast...

Mithra: Sometimes I think about taking something as a reminder, but it always rots until I can't tell what it is anymore.

Akira: What are you talking about?

Mithra: Taking down a large bit of prey. Magical beasts turn to stone, and anything else rots.

Akira: So taking down your prey is something you want to celebrate.

Mithra: Well, if it's strong enough.

Akira: Do you ever feel like celebrating the day you took something down when you remember them?

Mithra: No. I don't remember them in the first place. Once I defeat Oz, I'm sure I'll want to remember that sight time and time again, but until then, I don't really care. To celebrate my victory, I'd want to display his head somewhere in my home, but he'll turn into stone... Celebrations are difficult for Northern wizards.

Akira: They sure do seem to be...

Owen and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Owen?

Owen: Nope. I love those kinds of days, though. Anniversaries are days when humans and younger wizards eat cake.

Akira: That's true. Sweets and pastries show up at a lot of celebrations.

Owen: What kind of day do you celebrate? When it's your turn, I'll be sure to come and make a huge mess of the cake that was meant just for you. With all your fun ruined, I'l sure you and everyone you wanted to celebrate with will be completely miserable.

Akira: Ah, but... That means that you'll come running to any important celebration I hold, right?

Owen: Running... I'm not going to run to anything.

Akira: I'm still happy.

Owen: Hah? Are you stupid? I'm not going to any stupid celebration. I'm going so I can turn your happy days into horrible ones. How tragic.

Akira: I think that if you're going to act like that, if it got presented right to everyone else, they could find it fun, too... (Like it's part of a performance where you're playing a demon or something...)

Owen: What are you talking about? I don't get you...

Akira: I'll be sure to prepare an extra-large cake for you.

Bradley and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Bradley?

Bradley: It's not like I can remember each and every little day, y'know. Just how long do you think I've been around?

Akira: Ah... I suppose that's true.

Bradley: Pretty sure I used to keep track of things when I was younger, though. I had a ton of siblings, and there were a whole lot of "firsts" for me, too. But you really only find stuff like that fun for the first fifty years or so. Before long, the only thing you can remember is the faces of your dead pals.

Akira: I see...

Bradley: Hey, I'm not trying to be depressing. It's the same as tellin' stories about my scars. One of my old work buddies was this real sensitive guy. He did actually bother to keep track of each and every thing that happened. So whenever the date of someone's death came around, we'd sit and shoot the shit about them 'n eat their favorite foods. Memories are the same as my flesh and blood. That's what I mean. I've got celebrations carved right into my skin. I'll need to tell you some of those stories sometime.

Faust and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Faust?

Faust: I don't. Those are things you only remember because you have someone to actually celebrate with. I don't have any kind of day I want to celebrate.

Akira: Is that so...

Faust: It is.

Akira: (I wonder if I asked something I shouldn't have...)

Faust: ... ...I don't keep track of dates, nor do I have any days I want to commemorate, but I do have indelible memories. Someone's birthday, the day that they died, the day that we won, the day that I lost. It's not like I kept a record of the specific dates, but... [1] The memories remain. So you really don't need to be making a face like that here at the water's edge. See, a wave is coming. Go have fun in it.

Akira: (He's looking after me, too... Even if he's talking to me like I'm a cat...)

[1] Translator's Note: Because of the way Japanese as a language is structured, this line is actually way, way, way more vague than I translated it; the language lacks plurals, nor is having a specific subject required. This means that there could be many people's birthdays he's remembering, or just one person's, and the same goes for the date(s) of death as well. He could be talking about personal victories or losses, or victories and losses regarding the entire army. For the purpose of this translation, I decided to go with the meaning of Alec's birthday and the day he died, the day that the revolutionary army decisively won, and the day that Alec accused him of treason, but I want to be 100% clear that this is entirely the invention of the translator for the purposes of crafting a line that carries at least some of the meaning while still sounding good in English, which is not nearly as context-based as Japanese is.

Shino and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Shino?

Shino: Anniversaries, huh. I didn't even know my own birthday until Faust read the stars to find it out for me. Probably Heath's birthday. They let me celebrate Heath's birthday too whenever it rolled around. Like, "What should we do this year?" or "This is what I want to do this year!" or "I hope they let me join." That's how I remember it. How's that? Good and anniversary-like, isn't it?

Akira: It sure is... That's definitely how I think of anniversaries being like.

Shino: They give you a day off for nationally important anniversaries, right? Those "holiday" things. I think that Heath's birthday should be a holiday, too. Hey, Sage, you're really important, right? You should make a holiday for us. And on our day off, we can have fun together.

Akira: Ah... Do you think my authority can go that far?

Shino: You never know until you try. Under orders of the Sage, make Eastern Country make a new national holiday. Like, how about... Blanchett Day, or Sage's Wizards Day, or Lemon Pie Day, or Sherwood Forest Day. And while you're at it, you should make a holiday for curseworkers and chefs, too... And they should all be one after another.

Akira: (That's just Golden Week...)

Translator's Note: Golden Week is a week in early spring that has, as Shino suggests, a bunch of Japanese holidays in a row. Schools and a lot of jobs have that week off, so it features pretty regularly in slice-of-life genre stuff.

Heathcliff and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Heathcliff?

Heathcliff: Anniversaries... If we exclude birthdays, perhaps my parents' wedding anniversary.

Akira: A wedding anniversary! What do you do to celebrate?

Heathcliff: A banquet and a cake is prepared, and my father always gives a gift to my mother. And each year over dinner, they tell stories about how they fell in love and how they were married. It's...a bit embarrassing, but I still always love those moments all the same. My father, carefully but lovingly reminiscing as he tells his stories, and my mother, looking as if she feels so blessed to be able to listen to him... I love seeing them like that. But... Once they get to the point where I was born, I always start getting nervous. I'm well aware that a wizard being born to my parents is nothing but misfortune for them. My heart always pounds so hard each year until my father says "Our greatest blessing, Heathcliff."

Akira: Heath... There's no way your parents think of you as a bad thing... Just like they say, you're their greatest blessing. If you were my kid, I'd want to boast about you, too.

Heath: Me as the Sage's son? Ahaha, I can't even imagine that. ...But still, thank you. A wedding anniversary... One day, I'll be married to someone, too. The idea of another promise on top of the one I already have is scary. But for humans, it's a happy thing, isn't it?

Nero and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Nero?

Nero: Anniversaries... Well, it's not like I go outta my way to remember 'em. More like I can't since I can't really forget them, they come to mind without me really meaning them to. Like, "Oh, today's the day that guy died," for instance. And then without really thinkin' about it I'll try my hand at makin' their favorite food.

Akira: You're so kind, Nero...

Nero: Nothin' kind about it. It's just me putting a lid on the gloom before it gets outta hand. Makes me wanna say "Here, eat this too." Even though I always end up eating it alone.

Akira: If you'd like, on those anniversaries...well, I'm not sure if "anniversary" is the right word, but on days like that, you can ask me to come and eat with you. I'd like to eat with you, rather.

Nero: ...

Akira: Ah, sorry... I just thought you might feel lonely eating on your own... Th-that was how I pictured it...

Nero: Haha... The wind's pretty strong today. The waves are tall and glitterin' like stars.

Akira: Ah... They are, aren't they.

Nero: ...Well. I guess next time, I'll hit you up about it. Thanks, Sage.

Shylock and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Shylock?

Shylock: The day I opened my bar in the entertainment district, I suppose. I've celebrated every year, although I suppose there have also been years where I haven't been able to.

Akira: It sounds like the kind of party you'd have on a grand opening! What do you do for the anniversary?

Shylock: Many different things. There have been years where I've been the server, and years where I've been served.

Akira: With alcohol?

Shylock: Not necessarily. With gifts that have been delivered to Bar Bennet. Perhaps they will sing a song for my bar, or perhaps pen a story about it. These songs are still sung and stories still told.

Akira: The sort of gifts that perfectly suit you and your eye for beauty! They must all be masterpieces.

Shylock: While I wouldn't exactly say that, how would I put it... It's a bit like they're my cute little children. Regardless of if the songs and tales of my bar are crude and ineptly made, or if they're the height of self-conceit, I inevitably find myself growing fond of them despite myself.

Akira: Wow, I wouldn't have expected that. So you've got that sort of side to yourself too, Shylock.

Shylock: Fufu... They are adorable little things, as I said. Even now, the stories that speak of Bar Bennet are as countless as the grains of sand on this beach. From common ghost stories to tasteless erotica, the kind of things that make me want to sigh in despair, I still find it in me to want to accept them lovingly. I shall continue to count the anniversaries of my bar, casting a sideways glance to those things that would not exist if not for my bar... And spending a loving evening with them.

Murr and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Murr?

Murr: I do! The day that I got chosen to be a Sage's wizard!

Akira: The day you got chosen to be a Sage's wizard... That'd be the day that you got the marking on the palm of your hand. Do you remember what happened exactly?

Murr: Nope! But that's definitely my chosen anniversary!

Akira: I suppose it's very Murr-like to do something suprising like wanting to celebrate a day you can't even remember... But having that particular day as your anniversary is also very Murr-like!

Murr: Thank you, thank you!

Akira: Did you get chosen before your soul broke into pieces, or was it after that?

Murr: No clue! But I've got this feeling that I was longing and longing and longing to be chosen. I'm sure of it. After all, if I got chosen, it'd mean I got connected to the moon! To my beloved <Great Calamity>! Now, there's a mark that proves I belong to the moon! Look! See my palm?

Akira: The black lily crest...

Murr: Proof that my feelings and the moon are connected... Don't you think it's super romantic?

Chloe and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Chloe?

Chloe: My anniversary is, um... Keep this a secret, okay? It's the day that I first met Rustica! There's no other day that's made me happier! It's like I got a second birthday! But it's embarrassing to say something like that to him, so I keep it a secret that it's so special to me.

Akira: Secret...?

Chloe: Like, I'll secretly make something super tasty, or I'll secretly give Rustica a new accessory.

Akira: I see!

Chloe: I already give Rustica a lot of my handmade accessories, so he doesn't really notice when I give him an extra little present, but... My heart is still telling me to do it. It's telling me to say "Thank you for finding me." It's telling me to say "Thank you for taking me away from there." Because being on this journey with Rustica has made me so, so, so happy!

Akira: Chloe... I'm sure you can tell all of that to Rustica. It'd make him happy to hear that, I know it.

Chloe: No, it's fine! It'd be way too embarrassing! Besides... If he forgot about it, I'd feel so lonely!

Rustica and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Rustica?

Rustica: I'm sure I have many, but it seems I've forgotten them all. It's quite a pity, but at the moment, I simply can't remember. I'm sure if I did remember, then I would think each and every day was one worth celebrating. I'd be thinking things like "There's only a hundred days left until my anniversary," or "There's only ten more days until my anniversary."

Akira: It's like you're too excited to just wait, huh. Since you do have a wife, don't you have a wedding anniversary as well?

Rustica: Our wedding anniversary. The day my bride became my wife, and the day that I became my bride's husband. I am sure it was truly the happiest day in my life!

Akira: Yes, I'm sure! Ah... (But, speaking of... Didn't Chloe say that...Rustica's wife is probably...)

Rustica: Ah, once I find my bride, we should recreate that day together. Each day, a new wedding ceremony, and each day, a new wedding anniversary. That sounds lovely. I must find my bride and put her in my birdcage so we can do this. My dearly beloved bride.

Figaro and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Figaro?

Figaro: Anniversaries... Anniversaries, huh... Hold on a moment. My life's been so long that it takes a while for me to go over the whole thing. It's flashing before my eyes.

Akira: Flashing before your eyes...? Um, in my world, that's not...a good way to express that sort of thing, so please don't call it that.

Figaro: Is that right? Well, if that's what you want. When Oz and I were conquering the world, there was an anniversary we celebrated just one time. It was like, we'd both done after coming from the North and so we were celebrating how much of the world we'd laid waste to so far. That kind of thing.

Akira: (If not for the whole world domination thing, this would be a more heartwarming episode...)

Figaro: When Faust was my disciple, we said we'd have a celebration once his training reached a certain point. When I was cultivating the Southern Country, we said we'd have a celebration once we'd been able to get a few propery cultivated fields started. ...Now that I think about it, I really liked throwing parties whenever anyone accomplished something big. Maybe I should've become a teacher instead of a doctor. Maybe I should start working with Rutile...

Akira: You definitely are good at teaching things, Figaro. But I think that doctors can celebrate people's accomplishments just as well.

Figaro: True enough. In that case, when you become a Sage whose accomplishments get passed on in legend, I'll give you an extra special kind of party.

Akira: A...legendary sage...

Figaro: The kind of Sage none other has been before. Be it dominating the world or inciting a revolution, I enjoy cheering on those kinds of ambitious, extraordinary people.

Rutile and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Rutile?

Rutile: The days my students graduate, I think. I've only had the chance to experience it a few times so far, but it always makes my heart feel so full.

Akira: Ah... Your students.

Rutile: Yes. In the Southern Country, many children begin working as soon as they leave school, so it's the last time that they can be children. There are many children Mitile's age who are already working as well. There aren't many schools yet, so it's difficult for everyone to be able to attend. Seeing my students work so hard to graduate despite how bumpy there path is, despite how far away they had to come to be here... It makes me want to hold a special graduation ceremony so that everyone will have smiles on their faces when they graduate.

Akira: That's so you, Rutile... Once they graduate, what kind of work do your students usually do?

Rutile: Helping around their house, or leaving to other places that need workers, or even moving to Central or the West. There really isn't much of anything in the South, so even though it's perfectly nice there, it's not really possible to make much money... So a lot of the kids with big dreams move to other countries. They work hard and save up enough for their travel travel expenses and then leave. I'm sure I have a lot of students that I'm never going to get to see again...

Lennox and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Lennox?

Lennox: ... The anniversary of the founding of Central Country... Mmmm... No... I have a lot of things I've done I can never forget, but I can't remember the exact dates. When I enlisted in the army... I can remember that the day I joined was very cold, but what date was that... If I hadn't forgotten, that day would be something close to my anniversary, but I'm not sure I would celebrate it every year... But I still think of it every night. No, every night isn't right. That was an exaggeration.

Akira: It sounds like it was a very hectic time...

Lennox: That's true. I've also celebrated various things since first going to Southern Country as well. Yes... For my birthday, I'd buy meat that was still on the bone to celebrate.

Akira: Was it like a special treat you got just for your birthday?

Lennox: Oh, no. Although he's dead now, it was a treat for my herding dog. We had the same birthday. We'd spend a quiet night together, him savoring his meat, and me, savoring my alcohol. I suppose that could be considered celebrating an anniversary.

Mitile and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Mitile?

Mitile: I can think of a lot of things I've celebrated, but I guess my favorite would be the harvest festival? Does a harvest festival count for an anniversary? Did I get that wrong?

Akira: If it counts to you, then I think that the harvest festival counts, too.

Mitile: Thank goodness! The harvest festival in the Town of Clouds is really fun. We even get visitors from other towns. There's lots of tasty food for sale, a traveling band that plays, and people dancing along to the music. When I was little, the Southern wizards all came to the festival and told me stories about my mother. They'd say things like, "Your mother was the magnificent Great Witch Tiletta!" Everyone respected her so much! When they praised her, it sort of felt like they were praising me too, and I remember I always felt so happy about it.

Akira: You and Rutile's mother was an amazingly strong witch, wasn't she?

Mitile: Yes! I also like celebrating my birthday, but my birthday is also the same day that my mother died... So that's why I like celebrating the harvest festival best!

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