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The Spirit of Christmas

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Caliban x Fem!Reader

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Caliban was literally made from the clay of Hell, so Christmas was not something he celebrated. No one in Hell celebrated the Holiday, but I wasn’t from Hell. Ever since Sabrina took over as the Queen of hell and Caliban was exiled, he’s found his way to me. I lived just outside of Greendale and was on my own, besides my familiar. Caliban just stumbled his way near my cabin and I took him in. I wasn’t like the witches he’s delt with, I wasn’t one that worshiped satan. Which is why I celibrated Christmas like the mortals. Caliban didn’t understand, but if he wanted to stay then he’d have to deal with it.

I walked inside my home and Noctus flew to greet me. Noctus is a great horned owl and was the greatest familiar a witch could have. I smiled as he perched on my shoulder. I gave him a little scratch under his chin.

“Where’s Caliban?” I asked as I looked around and didn’t see him. Noctus chirped at me and flew over to his perch.

“Oh, he went to get wood? Perfect, I need some more if I want to get this potion going.” I said as I placed the ingredients I collected on my table near my cauldron. Noctus chirped and tilted his head in confusion.

“You know what time of year it is.” I smirked and my familiar perked up a bit. He loved Christmas just as much as I did. I got to work preparing the ingredients as I waited for Caliban to return home.

The door opened and Caliban walked in with a large pile of wood logs. I smiled at him as he placed them near the door. He looked at my ingredients and his brows furrowed.

“Did one of the townspeople come for another potion?” He asked and I shook my head.

“This is a special one, although I suppose it does effect the town as well.” I answered with a shrug.

“What kind of potion is it? I’ve never seen some of these ingredients.” He asked as he picked up one of my vials. I quickly snatched it back and placed it down.

“It’s for the spirit of Christmas, it’s time everything gets in order.” I said and Caliban groaned.

“This is all for that stupid mortal Holiday?” He asked and I sent him a glare.

“Making this potion makes all of the townspeople happy and makes my powers stronger for the coming year.” I answered and he held his hands up in defence.

“I meant no harm by it, love.” He said and I rolled my eyes. He took a seat as I motioned for the logs to float under my cauldron. The flames ignited underneath and the liquid I put inside began to heat up.

“So is this like a sacrifice type thing?” Caliban asked as he watched me intently.

“No, I don’t do any dark magic.” I said and he shrugged.

“Nothing wrong with dark magic, love. I could always show you.” He smirked and I rolled my eyes.

“Keep your dark magic to yourself, I’d rather not get a visit from the Queen of Hell.” I said. Caliban rolled his eyes and rested his feet on the coffee table.

Once the liquid started to boil I started putting the ingredients in. Caliban watched me the whole time and looked confused. I glanced at him and paused what I was doing.

“Would you like to learn?” I asked and he shrugged. I chuckled and shook my head slightly.

“First you make sure the Holy Water and Glacior Ice is boiling before you put in the chopped Peppermint and Gold Dust. Then you stir it together clockwise six times and it’ll look like liquid gold. Next you add Holly, Silver Dust, Pine Needles, and the very kindly donated Angel Flesh and it sure turn silver with some gold flecks streaked about. You’ll stir that clockwise twice and that’s when you get this pine smell coming through. Now we add Ginger, Cinnamon, and Clove and stir that in. The smell should mix with the pine and smell like a Christmas tree mixed with freshly baked cookies.” I smiled as I inhaled the heavenly smell. Caliban also sniffed the air and gave me a small smile.

“Now we put in the mistletoe and blow a kiss.” I said and he chuckled. He came over and blew his own into the cauldron and I smiled at him.

“Pass me that glass bottle, please.” I asked and he handed me the curvy, slightly dark blue tinted bottle. He examined it and his brows furrowed.

“What is it?” He asked as he handed it to me.

“The hardest ingredient to acquire for this potion.” I answered with a smile. I plucked the top off and spilt some of the contents into the cauldron. The simery blue, silver, white, black, and purple spilled out and changed the potion’s color to red with silver streaks.

“I-Is that Stardust?” He asked in complet shock.

“It is, takes me months to get it every year.” I said as I stirred.

“And there you have it! The spirit of Christmas! Now we just say the chant and everything will be finished.

“What’s the chant?” He asked. I smiled and motioned so my book would float over to us. I turned to the page and pointed at the spell.

“It’ll be more powerful if you read it with me.” I said and held out my hand for him. He sighed, but took my hand anyway.

“I hear the bells on Christmas Day, Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet, The words repeat, Of peace on Earth, good- will to all!” We said together and the liquid quickly turned to smoke and blew through the house. It flew through the door and out into the world. The smoke would go through the town and give the spirit of Christmas to all. I turned to face Caliban and he was already smiling at me.

“I feel… different.” He said and I giggled.

“You feel happy?” I asked and he nodded.

“Then it’s working already.” I winked. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me.

“I’ve never properly thanked you for allowing me to stay with you.” He said and I smiled up at him.

“You’ve been very helpful, there’s no need to thank me.” I said. He wrapped his hand in my hair and lifted my head a bit more. He moved in and his lips placed on mine. I closed my eyes and fell into the confort of his presents. We pulled apart and he rested his forehead on mine.

“Thank you, love.” He whispered. I pecked his lips and smiled.

“Well, if that’s how you say thank you, then maybe I will let you say it a lot more.” I said and he chuckled. His lips found mine again and I smiled into the kiss.

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mcgnagallsarmy · 2 years ago

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zofi-persson-quotes · 11 months ago

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Blue's updated design

Blue has always plants and erbs alongside the flowers in his hair (the one he has now are lavender, laurel, holly berries and rosemary).

I said this before in the reference sheet, but the purple bits in Blue's eyes are due to the high consumption of potions and Netherwarth!

Also, Blue's markings are actually the most complex ones I've done until now. I'm pretty proud of them.

Main Element: Nature

Minor element(s): Water

Powers:

Plant Manipulation - manipulate plants.

Plant Generation - Generate plants.

Chloroscience - Have absolute knowledge about plants.

Chlorokinetic Regeneration - Heal/Regenerate using plants.

Plant Growth - grow plants at will

Plant Enhancement - enhance plants

Hydrokinesis - manipulate and control liquid water and mold it into any desired shape or form.

Hydrokinetic Constructs - Create/Construct anything using water.

Original from Gacha Life 2 by Lunime, edited by me

#alan becker #animation vs animator #animator vs animation #ava blue #zofi's rambles #ava au

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hunterisnearme · 1 year ago

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Silly Warframe x TTCC crossover stuffs I have brewing in my mind since I now have accidentally opened the gates of both my interests and seeing that people actually unironically enjoy the rambles, here is the list of all managers that I associate them with Waframes and what Zariman Focus they'd major in. (Spoiler free! Just saying which warframe they'd use as operators/drifters)

LET'S GO!

Derrick Man | William Boar

William in my honest opinion would be a Lavos. Lavos in itself is a mish-mash of defense and support, given that William gives off the vibe of someone who would use his body as protection while using potions (or oil in this case) to boost his team mates. William's focus, however, is Naramon. Tactic and whimsical, despite how stern he is as a person.

L.A.A | Alton S. Crow

Alton aka Mr. BIG STEPPY is going to HAVE to be Rhino. While he's a twig, 100% would go for the build of a Rhino JUST BECAUSE of how strong and powerful his steps are. I'm sure if you bonk his Rhino enough his true body will flop out and you can just kick the guy around like a nerd. (I say this with affection.)

An Unairu by heart. He'll assume the best of himself and believe you have what it takes to take down his economy build.

P.R.R | Winston Byrd

Nyx by the automatic. Mind games? Absolutely. There is no way you wouldn't put him in the position as the psychological warfare. Unpredictable, cunning, and uncertain, Winston would definitely use his mind game at the max. (Maybe he's gotten thrown out of existence due to the void overtaking his sanity from the get-go too, honestly. Maybe that's why he's a little looney.) Madurai is what he would be, though with a twist. While most Madurai are known to be brawns over brains, he actually uses that exact brain to demolish his enemies from inside-out.

Duck Shuffler | Buck Ruffler

Zephyr! Mostly because Zephyr is a bird-related Warframe. He'd be the kind of person to swoop from the heavens and raise the stakes of piercing down his enemies with either the beak or talon. He's all about being unpredictable, and of course risking a lot to gain far too little. Another Madurai, simply because he's going in head on!

Deep Diver | Mary Anna

Hydroid, of course! Just like the Warframe itself, she's all about being in the deep-levels of things. Of course, this was a match made in heaven, especially given that they both would enjoy the aquatic life in things such as Neptune's water ecosystem! A vazarin as well, given Mary's need to learn her opponents and as well understand the weak points of an enemy.

Gatekeeper | Holly Grayelle

Styanax, the embodiment of protection and being the knight of everyone's story. Although a different time frame, I'm certain she'd still pick this Warframe simply because of the fact that it represents a true warrior. In her eyes, she believes she is no different. An Unairu for the fact she doesn't step down her place.

Mouthpiece | Belle Dama

Trinity! A supporter, but also a hefty fighter. She can help aid her allies while absolutely DEMOLISHING her enemies. She is wise, given her more in-depth experience in combat than most of the others. And Vazarin, for sure!

Firestarter | Flint Bonpyre

Ember, specifically. He, of course, is far more passive in this team comparing to most. Though at the same time, if it comes to the safety of those he care for, then he will absolutely smite his enemies in the burning hell fires to make sure no one gets killed. (Even if it means he himself gets into the crossfire.)

Naramon, mostly because he's anxious at times but still very much studies what he can against his enemies.

Treekiller | Spruce Campbell

Closest I can say is a Vauban. I would've said Loki, or Oberon, but he is NOT a nature fella. And plus, he can come up with useful tools all while using up materials when necessary. Perhaps he may be on good terms with the Grineer for his hatred of nature? Steel Meridian is definitely buddy-buddy with Spruce. Another Madurai!

Bellringer | Benjamin Biggs

I'd like to think maaaybe a Banshee? It's a mish-mash, honestly between either a Banshee for him always being a loud speaker on gossip, or Ash to "go rogue" and eavesdropping on people. I can confirm though that he is Zenurik!

Featherbedder | Tawney C. Esta

Surprisingly, I see Tawney as a stone-hard Atlas. I'm not sure about them yet, honestly! But I'm sitting on the fence of Atlas, mostly because of the leer that Atlas possesses. A petrifying gaze of Tawney is possible enough, and they have the guts of an Unairu!

Prethinker | Brian [REDACTED]

Xaku! Xaku is the possession of multiple Warframes alike, thinking in one mind much like how Brian does with his jockeys. With the abilities of a mind hive, Brian is a Zenurik!

Rainmaker | Misty Monsoon

You would think I'd pick Yareli for Misty because of the water abilities, but I see her as a Wisp! Yareli is more of an attack-goer, but Wisp suits best in Misty's supportive and skittish behavior. Vazarin by the automatic!

Witch Hunter | Prester Virgil

Harrow! Even if he is meant to sacrifice his own defense for the sake of others, Prester would do it for the sake of defeating the greater evil in which he seeks as filth. Another violent and hostile Madurai, if you ask me.

Multislacker | Cathal

Grendel is what I see as best-choice for someone like Cathal. I'm certain Cathal also happens to be the type of Operator that prefers to work best at his own pod, hidden away while his Grendel is out and about consuming his enemies. He is an Unairu.

Major Player | Dave BruBot

OCTAVIA! It's obvious that as a Warframe of music, of COURSE Dave would aim for one as such. Just even hearing smooth jazz in the dark hallways has never felt so much more dangerous when it comes to the skill of Dave's combat. Dave gives me a more Zenurik vibe.

Plutocrat | Cosmo Kuiper + The Satellites

A man as cold Cosmo, you're destined to see him with a Frost at hand! His strong wield of ice within his hands is what brings him the best strength. And not all, but he has a Railjack that has The Satellites as his crewmen that manage around the ship. While they do not possess their own Warframes, they are useful in defense and attack as Corpus crewmates. Cosmo is a Vazarin!

Chainsaw Consultant | Chip Revvington

Chroma is as versatile and hostile as Chip himself can be. A Warframe difficult to adjust to, but Chip tries his best in order for him to maintain his own inner rage as a Tenno. An Unairu, if you squint real hard despite the Madurai elements.

Pacesetter | Graham Ness Payser

WE ALL know this because of the fact I have been drawing him nonstop in this AU, but he's a GAUSS CERTIFIED USER! A Madurai as well! And of course, because he's also got them Sellbot elements, he half-works with the Corpus.

#20000 internet disconnects later #warframe #toontown #toontown corporate clash #corporate clash #AU rambles #Warframe AU #crossover #i'm not tagging the managers AGAIN but just know it's all of them #excluding maypril fools managers tho

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froppy-butterflyfan2000 · 7 months ago

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Tell about your characters

Let’s start with my main casts from Townsville, since it will be the primary setting of The Neighbours storyline. There’s Janaya who is a wizard manipulate and construct mana and dabbling in dark magic, (both wizardry and Mewnian) demonic magic and demonology, and magic cooking. Though specialized in healing magic, fire magic, water magic, potion making, summoning magic (Mewnian), and have the potency of being a spirit wizard. He’s the son of Janna Ordonia and Kyle Bloodworth-Thomason. He know how to be a wizard, a witch, and a sorceror. He served the Butterfly-Lucitor Family, a family friend of his mother, as an agent of the Lucitors, acting as bodyguard to the mayor’s daughter and Leader of The Guardians of the Supernatural, Nebula Butterfly-Lucitor. He is a valuable asset to them due to his vision of seeing the future. He is currently in Townsville and just receive his hero license. Janaya works at a coffee shop, Chillaxation.

His colleagues from work, whose happen to receive their hero license from their time at Camp Synonymous in the summer:

Holly Test is an metahuman inventor. She is the daughter of Mary Test and Brain Freezer from Johnny Test. She have a robotic dog named D00K13 (in memorial of Uncle Johnny’s best friend and dog, Dookie and inspired from Baymax from San Franstokyo/Sans Francisco) and Roboslugs. She is decisive on enrolling to The San Fransokyo Institute of Technology once she graduates from Townsville High.

Beppi Creecher can talk to bugs, do yo-yo tricks, and is Townsville’s Spider-Enby. Child of Creepie and Tartula Boy from Growing Up Creepie. Learnt the arts of espionage from the Pawn Counsellors of Camp Synonymous and ninjutsu from the same source as Mirage.

Mirage Fagry, an ghost-demon/angel hybrid ghost hunter. Daughter of Stocking Anarchy and Patrick Fagry from PASWG. Known ninjutsu from @ej-cappy-universe’s Andrew Cunningham.

They are not in Camp Synonymous, but are employees at Chillaxation and a part of a ‘community service’ Janaya and the others are involve in, Blaine and Arthur Macherbacher, sons of Barry G. Macherbacher and a Phantom Ninja Alien.

Janaya have a little god-sister named Corral (daughter of Jackie Lynn-Thomas and Frankie Foster whose belongs to @beanielune) and a little sister named Hiraya whose is an artificer-wizard. They both goes to Milkweed Academy, a school of wizardry that Alverta Tang (Trixie Tang x Sigmund the Sorcerer) and Leonidas (son of Gregory and a member of The Guardians of The Supernatural) graduated from.

Speaking of Alverta, she is a part of a criminal syndicate, The Circle, just likes the ‘ice prince’ son of Icy and Darko, Snowden whose is runs by Chinatsu Young. Chase Young, leader of The Heylin and Queen Icy of Dyamond are allies. Which I will explain about them and other villains I owns another time.

He taught magic and the knowledges on magic to @aprilbrowines’ son of Charmcaster and Michael Morningstar, Morgan Morningstar of Bellswood/Legerdomain, @cooltmoney95’s daughter of Bubbles Utonium and Hugh Langston, Sunny Langston of Townsville, and son of Kieran Valentine and Spelldon Caudronello, Dougal Caudronello-Valentine of Transylvania.

I certainly forgot about a character of mine because she is the little sister of the the most important character in Neighbors, Niko Corduroy. She is fifteen years old whose loves her big brothers, @ej-cappy-universe’s Ethan Corduroy and Serpent. She considers @ej-cappy-universe’s Tamara Jackson as her big sister too. She is an Chemical X and Underworldian-Chaos Realm Demon Hybrid, making her a cambion. Niko is currently not going to get her big brother in trouble as long as she does not let anything goes to her head.

#cappyverse

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askstorykids-hq · 2 years ago

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Welcome to Addersfield, home of Illedale University. Let’s see what information we have about you for the town hall’s records, shall we?

Name: Acacia Swinton

Parent(s): Jadis Film/Show: Chronicles of Narnia Face: Halston Sage Major (if student): Botany Occupation: n/a

Name: Billy Marsden

Parent(s): Edward & Nancy Film/Show: Enchanted Face: Devon Bostwick Major (if student): Potion Making Minor: Robotics Occupation: n/a

Name: Hollis Marsden

Parent(s): Edward & Nancy Film/Show: Enchanted Face: Liv Hewson Major (if student): Theatre Occupation: Employed at Ruewen Wildlife Sanctuary

Flynn, Destini, and Furby, you have 24 hours to send in your blog URL/post in-character on your multimuse. The follow notice for a new blog will be posted as soon as possible. Thank you for your application and welcome to the group!

#DESCENDANTS RP #disney descendants rp #descendants roleplay #disney rp #disney descendants roleplay #askstorykidshq #askstorykidshq acceptances

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clerk427 · 6 months ago

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Woah no way a new tag game!! Thank you for tagging me!! Sadly i do not have that many letters in my url, and i certainly don't have any songs starting with numbers, so lemme just... C - C'est la vie - Weathers L - Love potion No. 9 - The Searchers E - Everyday - Buddy Holly R - Rolling Girl - wowaka K - Knife Fight - Lemon Demon F(our) - Fly Me to the Moon - Jack Jones T(wo) - Two Time - Jack Stauber S(even) - The Scientist - Coldplay now for the tags @hamburger-harbinger (that is a lotta letters good luck) @screechyaurora @slashrabbitbunny @keysmandude @oldmen-enjoyer @genersones @mmarggsstuff @thesirenswept + anyone who'd like to participate as well!:) /nf

put a song for every letter in your url and tag the amount of people in your url!

hopping on @seeking-elsewhither ‘s open tag <3

s - sunflower, post malone + swae lee

u - us against the universe, phineas and ferb

n - northern attitude, noah kahan

f - falling, harry styles

l - loving is easy, rex orange county + benny sings

o - obsessed, olivia rodrigo

w - white winter hymnal, fleet foxes

e - exeunt, the oh hellos

r - rises the moon, liana flores

c - car lights, james marriott

h - halfway up, the brook & the bluff

a - amoeba, clairo

i - i know the end, phoebe bridgers

(i don’t have 13 people to tag lol)

@bronzetomatoes @thewildballyntynesgrow @thatfriendlyanon @ghosts-and-blue-sweaters @viridianstarlight @kanerallels @mal-malpal @radvimes + open tag!

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messers-moony · 3 years ago

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Hope 2 | R.L

Paring: Remus Lupin X Wife!Potter!Reader

Summary: Life is unfair in numerous ways but it seems like it’s out to get the Potters in every way shape and form.

The huge eight-foot man who introduced himself as Hagrid was bringing Harry around London. It was amusing to see Hagrid turn his cousin - Dudley - butt into a pigtail after trying to eat his birthday cake. It was the first birthday Y/n, and Remus hadn’t shown up. Harry didn’t blame them. Of course, to be fair, they didn’t know where Harry was.

“Um, excuse me, Hagrid?”

“Yes, ‘Arry?”

“Where- Where are we going?” Harry questioned hesitantly, and Hagrids lips curled into a smile, “‘Er gon’ meet with som’ of yer folks.” Hagrid answered.

Harry wanted to jump with joy, “Moony and Y/n?”

Hagrid nodded, and Harry smiled brightly. It took a couple of minutes and walking of a couple more blocks. But eventually, they were coming up on an old-looking building made of black stone bricks. In front of the door was a familiar sandy-haired male with green eyes. He was accompanied by his wife with h/c hair and gleaming e/c eyes.

“Y/n! Remus!”

Y/n turned to see her little nephew running up to hug her tightly, “Hey Harry.”

Remus ruffled his hair while Harry hugged his aunt, “Hey there, mini Prongs.”

“I missed you.”

“Awe, I missed you too, Harry.” Y/n replied, pulling apart from Harry, “I’m sorry we didn’t show up right away. But we’re here now. I hope that’s okay. We wouldn’t miss your birthday for the world, okay?”

He nodded, “I know. I can always count on you.”

“Good.” Remus stated, “Now c’mon mini prongs. Gotta get your school supplies.”

Walking into the Leaky Cauldron with Hagrid, they were greeted by multiple people. Many people were flabbergasted by meeting the famous Harry Potter and were welcoming to see Y/n Potter. In the back of the Leaky Cauldron, Hagrid tapped his wand against the brick wall, causing it to open into Diagon Alley. Harry’s mouth was agape at this new form of Magic.

It was astonishing. The narrow alleyway was packed with people. Clusters of them walking in groups. Some were carrying animals, or brown-wrapped items Harry could suppose were books. Y/n smiled and intertwined her hand with Remus’. She could remember the first time she stepped into Diagon Alley. James was acting like such a prat.

“Woah!” James gasped, “Look at all the cool stuff!”

Fleamont chuckled, “Yeah. Isn’t it cool, sweetheart?”

Y/n nodded, completely entranced in the stonework in the alleyway. It was littered with different shops, and the roads were an uneven stone. Euphemia and Fleamont shared a look of pure glee. Their children were magical born, and they were finally experiencing it first hand. Of course, they had their incidents where Y/n would make lights flicker or James blowing plates.

As they began walking, James began to run off, bumping into people left and right, “James! Get back here!” Fleamont scolded, but he was out of sight.

Euphemia sighed, “He’s gonna be a handful.”

“Definitely.” Fleamont agreed, running a hand through his dark brunet hair, “Perhaps he’ll be even worse than me.”

His wife glared at him. Despite James disappearing, they took Y/n into Flourish and Blotts to get their books. They needed books such as The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1), A History of Magic, Magical Theory, A Beginners’ Guide to Transfiguration, One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, Magical Drafts and Potions, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, and finally, The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection.

They didn’t find James until they reached Quality Quidditch Supplies. He was already eyeing the new broom on display. His mouth seemed to be salivating at it. Y/n rolled her eyes at James, drooling over a piece of wood. Euphemia chuckled and motioned Fleamont to reel him back in. It seemed that Euphemia would never get a break, and her heart would be in a constant attack of worry. They had a mischief Quidditch player on their hands.

“C’mon Harry,” Y/n beckoned, “Lots of stuff to get.”

His smile faltered just a tad, “But I don’t- I don’t have any money.”

Harry’s embarrassment made the tips of his ears red, “That ain’t true. ‘Course ye got money.” Hagrid replied bluntly, making Y/n nudge him harshly, “Hagrid!”

“What?” Hagrid queried, confused, “‘S not like ‘m lyin’.”

“Yes, but you don’t just say that.” Y/n scolded, laughing lightly.

“Oops?”

Harry looked up at his flustered aunt, “Come on, Harry. We’re going to Gringotts.”

They began walking to the bank of wizardry. The goblin at the front allowed them to the vault, where Harry was able to pocket a couple of handfuls of galleons, sickles, and knuts. Hagrid made a separate trip for Dumbledore as the other three waited patiently. When they exited Gringotts, Harry began to buy all his supplies.

Their first stop was getting him a wand at Ollivander’s. Harry pushed the door open, and it sounded a bell off, but no one appeared the be in the shop. Remus and Y/n stood behind him as he let out a hesitant, “Hello.”

It took a minute, but then an older male appeared with hair as white as snow and wispy as whiskers. Ollivander smiled brightly at the familiar people in his shop and at the little boy who resembled the older female greatly.

“Ah, Y/n Potter.” Ollivander said, “James broken his wand again?”

Y/n released a shaky breath, “No, not this time.”

“We’re here actually for Harry here.” Remus motioned to Harry, “He’s getting his first wand. He starts at Hogwarts this year.”

Ollivander's lips quirked, “He yours?”

“No, sir.” Y/n shook her head, “He’s James and Lily’s son.”

“Where are they? I’d love to see them, you know.”

Remus shifted awkwardly, “You haven’t heard?”

Ollivander shook his head, “My parents are dead.” Harry informed, “Someone killed them.”

Everything clicked into place in Ollivanders mind. How stupid could old age make him? He had just sounded terribly insensitive, “‘M so sorry. Pardon me and my old age. I didn’t mean-“

“It’s perfectly fine, Ollivander.” Y/n smiled reassuringly.

The older man smiled and began giving Harry wands. The first one was horrid. It made wands on the shelf fall onto the ground, making a vast clatter noise. The boy smiled sheepishly and placed it back in the box. The next wand caused a shatter of a vase which Harry cringed at. It took a couple of minutes until Ollivander came out with the following wand. It was 11 inches long, made of holly, and possessed a phoenix feather core.

Harry waved the wand, and nothing disastrous happened. Remus and Y/n smiled with joy. Ollivander charged him seven galleons for it, and Harry placed down the golden coins with glee. Ollivander could remember the way James had done the same while Y/n beside him. Their identical toothy grins as Fleamont paid the man.

“My wands cooler than yours!”

“No way!”

James nodded in triumph, “You’re just lame.”

“And you’re boring!”

“No way!” James gasped, “I am far from boring!”

Y/n crossed her arms, “And I’m not lame.”

Euphemia chuckled, redirecting her children to look at the counter while the two parents stood behind them, “Ignore them. They like to try and be better than the other.”

Ollivander grinned, “Ah, siblings. What amazing pairs they make.”

Fleamont scoffed, “Yeah, try having two at the same time. Felt like the crucio curse.”

“What do you say?” Euphemia beckoned, and both twins turned to Ollivander, smiling gleefully, “Thank you!”

“They’ll be a handful.” Ollivander informed Euphemia and Fleamont, “But they’ll change the world, and they’ll do it together.”

The older man smiled at Remus and Y/n as Harry went outside to see Hagrid carrying a giant golden cage with a beautiful snowy owl inside, “That boy is something else.”

Remus chuckled, “We know. Little mischief-maker, just like James.”

“Perhaps he is,” Ollivander replied, “But he’ll change the world.”

The rest of the day went by blissfully. After getting all his school supplies, they retreated into the Leaky Cauldron to eat dinner. The tavern was practically empty as they sat at a long narrow table. Hagrid at the head, Harry to his left, Remus across, and Y/n beside Remus on the other side. They were eating in silence before Harry spoke up.

“What happened to my parents?” Harry questioned, and before anyone could answer, he continued, “Truthfully. No lies.”

Hagrid and Remus turned to the female at the table who swallowed thickly, “Something horrid, Harry.”

“How horrid?”

“Harry-“ Remus began.

“A death I wouldn’t wish upon anyone, even my worse enemy.” Y/n answered, staring at the soup in front of her, “The way they died doesn’t matter.”

Harry crossed his arms, “I believe it does.”

“In the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t.” Y/n replied, taking deep breaths in and out, trying to stay calm, “It doesn’t matter how they died. They’re dead, and they aren’t coming back.”

Tears collected in her eyes when she muttered, “No matter how badly I want them to.”

Hastily Y/n wiped her face and placed her napkin on the table. She sniffled before standing and pushing her chair in. Y/n leaned down to kiss Harry on the forehead before retreating to the room they got upstairs. Harry sighed and stared at his bowl of soup that remained steaming hot. Remus rubbed his face with his palms.

“Harry,” Remus called, and Harry’s green eyes met similar ones, “Your parents died at the hands of a very evil Wizard. He went as dark as one could go.”

Harry looked intrigued, and Remus continued despite his throat beginning to constrict, “His name was Voldemort, but most people call him ‘You-Know-Who.”

Hagrid flinched at the actual name being said, “James risked everything to try and save you and your mother. When he died, Lily tried to save you. In the end, it all worked out because you were saved. You didn’t die like you were supposed to.”

“Why did aunt Y/n leave the table?”

“Talking about this is still hard for her.” Remus replied, and Harry could see the tears in his eyes too, “It’s hard for me too, but- but you need to know.”

“What were they to you?”

“James and Lily were everything to me, Harry. Everything and so much more. Your mother saw the good in people when they didn’t see it themselves. Your father? Well-“ He chuckled, “He was a trip and a prat. But he cared for those around him. Treated me like family and took care of me like a brother.”

Harry fiddled with the sleeve of his sweater, “James was a mischief-maker that one.” Hagrid said, “Always up to no good.”

“Him and that Sirius boy.” Hagrid chuckled, “Dynamic duo those two.”

Remus let out a tearful chuckle, “Yeah, that was Padfoot and Prongs.”

“Always up to no good.” Remus whispered.

The following day Remus had waken up to what he swore was the most perfect sight. Y/n was still sleeping beside him. Her head was nestled under his chin, drinking in his body heat. Her hair was laid against the fluffy white pillow. Their legs were intertwined together. Gently Remus kissed her forehead before seeing the clock read about nine o’clock.

Remus took five more minutes to admire her before waking her up. He began to kiss all over her face, and Y/n scrunched her nose, waking up as his lips kept attaching to a new place on her face. He smiled as she opened her eyes to meet his green ones.

“Mornin’ love.”

His Welsh accent was to die for, “Morning, Rem.”

“You ready to take Harry to Platform Nine and Three Quarters?”

Y/n shook her head, “No. Not really.”

“Hey,” Remus said softly, stroking her hair, “You’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.”

“There are so many memories there, Rem.” Y/n replied, “Like- Like meeting Sirius for the first time.”

“Or seeing you come back after fourth year with an entirely new style.” Remus chuckled, “Or- Or seeing James almost fall out of the train.

Remus caressed her cheek with his thumb, “We’ll make it through, love. Harry needs us today.”

“Yeah.” She replied breathily, “He does.”

They both ventured out of bed into the cool air of London. Remus, Y/n, and Hagrid walked Harry to Kings Cross. When they arrived, Hagrid had departed from them to do something for Dumbledore. Harry was bluntly confused when his ticket read Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Last he checked, that wasn’t a platform.

As they reached the main floor of the train station, Remus and Y/n recognized the Weasleys almost instantly. Molly had embraced them tightly as they all went through the platform. Harry gave his trunks to the man at the end of the train and turned to the only family he had left. His eyes glistened with tears, and he tried to hold them back but failed.

“Harry,” Y/n knelt to his level, “You’re gonna be okay. I promise. James and I made lots of friends at Hogwarts.”

He smiled at the mention of his father, “Do you think… Do you think he’d be proud of me?”

“They’d be beyond proud, Harry.” Remus replied, smiling, “You’re everything they wanted you to be.”

Harry turned back to Y/n and hugged her tightly, “Please make sure you write to us.”

“‘Course, Auntie.” Harry replied as they pulled apart, “Love you guys.”

Y/n stood beside Remus, “We love you too, sweetheart.”

Harry smiled and wiped his cheeks before hopping on the train. He found a compartment alone and watched out the window as the train began moving. Y/n and Remus watched as the train hauled by. Kids who started waving their last goodbyes to their parents.

“Mum, dad!” James exclaimed from inside the compartment, “We love you!”

Euphemia and Fleamont chuckled tearfully, “We love you guys too!”

Truthfully James never wanted to leave his parents. They were his entire world. When Kings Cross was no longer in sight, he plopped down in the seat beside Y/n, who put her head on his shoulder. His left arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her tightly to his side.

“We got this, sis.” James assured, “We always have each other.”

It didn’t take long for Harry to get in trouble. As a matter of fact, it made Y/n laugh that within the first month, he had already managed a detention. She had settled for a letter rather than a Howler. Remus had made sure to tell him his fair of scolding words (“Say hi to Minnie for me!”). Harry smiled when the letter arrived in the morning.

Harry definitely made sure to say hi to “Minnie,” which made McGonagall smile like an idiot despite her usual strict nature. She could see and hear James saying the name when she gave them detention or Sirius’ pouty face begging her to have some form of mercy on them, for they had just turned the Slytherin robes red. Ever the dramatics that Black.

When he arrived back at the Platform, he nuzzled into Y/n and Remus’ arms before departing to the Dursleys. But all was good because in just a month he’d see them again for his birthday, which he did. They took him to Diagon Alley to get his second-year stuff along with some ice cream to celebrate his twelfth birthday.

He spent a week of his summer with them in their little house in London. It was far better than Privet Drive, and he felt a lot safer. But after the week was up, he was forced to return to the Dursleys. Within a week of being back, he’d managed to screw everything up. A thing named Dobby had quite literally dumped puddling all over one of the Dursley’s guests, and that got him trapped in his room.

Thankfully, Ronald Weasley, who had become his close friend, had saved him. Harry went to the Burrow for the first time and met everyone else. Molly had notified Remus and Y/n of his entrance. Sadly, they couldn’t make it to the Platform for reasons. Molly wouldn’t tell Harry, but he was okay with it.

Until Ron and he smashed into the brick wall, making them late for the train. It was then Ron had a brilliant thought of taking the flying car to Hogwarts. It did work until they got stuck in the Whomping Willow and then got caught by Severus Snape. A letter was sent home to Y/n and Molly. Both of which made two very different Howlers to their children.

Molly’s howler was scolding them, and it made Ron’s ears turn pink. Y/n and Remus’ howler was a different story. The moment it opened, laughter rang through the Great Hall. Familiar laughter of Remus and Y/n. It made McGonagall furious and happy at the same time.

“Merlin Harry!” Remus’ voice rang out, “You’re brilliant, aren’t you!”

“Remus, we’re supposed to be scolding him!” Y/n retorted jokingly, “I’m scolding myself for never thinking of it!” Remus replied.

Y/n chuckled, “Obviously, you shouldn't have done that, Harry; however, as long as you’re not harmed, we aren’t mad. Just be more careful next time.”

Remus was still dying of laughter, “Remus is still dying of laughter. We love you, Harry. Stay safe.”

Ron looked appalled with the coolness of the howler, “Bloody hell, you have a cool family.”

“They’re pretty cool.” Harry shrugged, smiling.

Y/n and Remus would be lying if the whole petrifying thing didn’t scare them. They were worried for Harry’s safety but weren’t surprised when Harry ended up saving them all like last year. When they were on the Platform, Remus began getting on the train with him after kissing Y/n goodbye.

He was grunting and groaning at every movement. The bags beneath his eyes looked more prominent than usual. Remus moved sluggishly, which was very unlike him. But Harry didn’t question it until he began to get on the train at Harry’s side.

“Uncle Moony?”

“Yes, Harry?” Remus replied after sitting in a compartment, his cloak covering most of his body.

“Why’re you on the train?”

He chuckled, “I’m your new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor.”

Harry smiled, and Remus fell into a dreamless sleep after a rough full moon the night prior. Hermione and Ron joined them not too long after as Harry began telling them about Sirius Black. The year went by as eventful as usual. Harry found out the accurate way his parents died along with Remus and Y/n. Peter Pettigrew being the culprit and then leaving before someone could catch him.

Afterward, Sirius had been staying in the guest bedroom at Y/n and Remus’. He didn’t want to go back to Grimmauld Place. That was the last place he wanted to go. So despite not wanting to be a burden, he took the position that Y/n offered him. Ever so kind, just like James. When he walked through those doors, Y/n had hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek.

“It’s good to have you back, older brother.”

Sirius could’ve cried on the spot, “It’s nice to see you again, little sis.”

The next couple of years were a trip. Fourth-year Harry had managed to get his name pulled out of the Goblet of Fire, leading to a new adventure of challenges. After finishing his fourth year, Cedric Diggory had died, marking the return of Voldemort, which had traumatized Harry in more than one way. That summer, he decided to stay with Y/n, Remus, and Sirius. They were all fantastic help throughout the entire thing. Through his nightmares, Y/n would make him hot chocolate and sit on the couch with him as he talked.

Fifth-year was dreadful. Delores Umbridge had come into the office as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, and the Order of the Phoenix reformed. Her detentions were terrible and horrid, especially for the first years. They were just kids, for Merlin’s sake. It made Y/n fume when she saw the back of Harry’s hand. The night they ventured to the Department of Mysteries was almost the worst night Harry could have dreamed of.

Sirius had almost died if Y/n wasn’t as quick as she was. Bellatrix was stunned to see her spell deflected but kept firing nonetheless. When they got home, it was silent. Remus had made tea for himself and Sirius while making hot chocolate for the other two. Harry had laid his head on Y/n’s shoulder and fallen asleep.

Truth be told, sixth year wasn’t any better. Dumbledore had died, and Harry was left to find the rest of the Horcruxes. It was then Sirius learned the actual death of his brother, making him mourn him all over again. Seventh year Harry, Ron, and Hermione ventured out to find the rest of them.

When Harry returned to Hogwarts through the passageway to the Room of Requirement with Snape as headmaster, the war had officially started. In the end, everything had fallen into place. When Harry used the resurrection stone, he saw them. He saw James, Lily, Remus, and Sirius. Harry almost wanted to laugh at seeing them all together. They looked so happy.

“Where- Where’s Y/n?”

Remus gave a solemn smile, “She made it. She’s still out there. Waiting for you.”

“Does that mean…”

“Turns out my sister is a tougher cookie than I thought.” James stated, and Harry turned to him, “She misses you.”

James chuckled, “As I do her.”

Harry turned back to Remus, “Does she know?”

“She was there when it happened.” Remus replied, “I had to give her one last ‘I love you’ and kiss goodbye, right?”

A noise rumbled from a distance, “It’s time, sweetie.” Lily stated.

Harry released a shaky breath before dropping the stone on the ground. He had to do this for Y/n, for Ron, for Hermione, for everyone. He was ready. When he stepped in front of Voldemort to die, all he could think about was his Aunt's eyes. The way they glittered with tears when she let him go for the first time. The way they creased when she smiled at his first Christmas. The way they gleamed with mischief when she gave the Weasley twins new prank material.

His last words would be ones he’d never regret, “Thank you, aunt Y/n, for everything.”

Because through everything, she was the only constant. She was the only one to hold him through anything. Through every nightmare, every battle, every tear, every smile. She was there with her radiant smile and caring nature.

When Harry defeated Voldemort, the world stopped. It was done. It was over. But the pain wasn’t gone. The trauma wasn’t bypassed. This was more than a war. Harry walked into the Great Hall to see crying parents, kids, and siblings mourning their dead loved ones. His eyes zoomed on Y/n sitting crisscross beside her husband, holding his hand tightly.

Wordlessly Harry sat beside her and leaned his head against her shoulder. Y/n tilted her head onto his. No tears fell from her eyes despite everything she had gone through, two wars, friends dead, parents dead, brother dead, and now husband dead.

“His last words were- they were,” She choked, and Harry rubbed her shoulder, “I love you more than Moony loves the moon.”

Harry smiled, “Dad said you were a tough cookie.”

Y/n chuckled, and Harry relished in the sound, “He said that if anyone could get through this, it’s you.”

“Damn it, James.” She said to no one, still holding Remus’ hand.

“We’ll get through this.” Harry said, “And we’ll do it together.”

“Together.”

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carewyncromwell · 2 years ago

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“Raise a glass to freedom, Something they can never take away, No matter what they tell you... (Someone will come running to take you home...) Raise a glass to all of us -- Tomorrow there'll be more of us, Telling the story of tonight! (Out of the shadows...) The morning is breaking, (They'll tell the story of tonight!) And all is new -- (All is new) All is new! It's only a matter of time...”

~“Found/Tonight” by Ben Platt and Lin-Manuel Miranda

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featuring Atticus Grimsley @cursebreakerfarrier and Bartholomew “Bat” Varney @carewyncromwell, and also referencing Danny Gibson @catohphm, Jackson Knightly, Rex Brokenshire, and Teddy, Adelia, Bertie, Violet, and Holly Selwyn-Ellison @thatravenpuffwitch

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It was a significant event in 1915 when Atticus Grimsley finally retired from the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. His successor ended up being one of Atticus’s former students, a well-respected Auror named Dan Gibson, who was soon embraced by the remaining faculty and students just as Atticus had been when he’d first arrived. Not that Atticus had had any doubts -- Danny had always been a very bright lad, and it was good to see him prosper.

Even in retirement, however, Atticus continued to visit Hogsmeade village regularly. Although yes, it was a good way for him to catch up with his former work colleagues and students, all those who knew Atticus knew the main reason was so that Atticus could spend quality time with his closest companion -- the vampire called Bartholomew Varney.

Varney, affectionately called “Bat” by just about everyone, was an oddity among his kind. Whereas many vampires actively tried to cloister themselves away in colonies far away from humans so as to not provoke their blood lust, Bat spent his days meditating in the attic of Honeydukes’ Sweet Shop and spent his nights wandering through the village. There he’d enjoy the atmosphere, go shopping, and even engage with those precious few students from the neighboring school who earned his esteem enough to merit a lecture in History of Magic or Potions. And, of course, he’d talk and laugh with “Grim,” as he affectionately called Atticus, for hours on end, well into the night and more warmly than with anyone else. Then they’d often leave the village together, still talking avidly, with Bat returning to Honeydukes in the wee hours of the morning, just before sunrise.

They were a funny pair, Bat Varney and Atticus Grimsley -- funnier still, many thought, as Atticus got older and grayer and Bat remained ever youthful in look, even despite his hollowed-out eyes and sickly pale complexion. There were points where Bat almost treated Atticus like his aging uncle, in how he’d help his compatriot up out of his chair, and yet there were other times they acted almost like a couple, in how Bat would help Atticus put his coat back on, before going back outside. And still even throughout all that, regardless of the little gestures here and there, every day they smiled, laughed, teased, debated, entertained, and confided in each other like nothing less than the very best of friends.

One of these many nights Atticus and Bat spent together was in the fall of 1927, in the height of the so-called “roaring 20′s.” Atticus had come down with a rather nasty chest cold, so Bat had swung by his cottage in Cumbria to cheer his friend up and brew him some proper Pepper-up Potions, along with the usual Sleeping Draught. Bat clearly took great pleasure in the opportunity to be useful to his old friend -- he was even humming to himself as he set about chopping up the mandrake root on Atticus’s kitchen counter.

“Joy to the world -- the Lord is come!

Let earth receive her King...”

Atticus couldn’t fight back the tired grin winding its way onto his face. “Singing Christmas carols? Come now, Bat, we’ve not even passed October yet...”

“Mayhaps if Halloween developed some proper carols of its own, I could sing those instead,” Bat called over playfully from the next room. “Until then, I shall just have to enjoy the best time of the year a bit early -- goodness knows those two months will fly by soon enough...”

Atticus shook his head amusedly. It was something he regretted, though, when his sinuses began to pound behind his eyes angrily -- the older man flopped back down onto his pillows with a low groan.

Bat strolled through the open door of Atticus’s room, a tray in his hands. Stacked haphazardly on it was a full tea service, a goblet with white steam coming off of it, and two leather-bound books. There was also a newspaper folded under Bat’s arm -- no doubt the most recent edition of the Evening Prophet -- and the familiar white stick of a Blood Pop sticking out of his mouth.

“Hang in there, Grim,” he said with a slightly wry, but still rather gentle expression. “I’m coming.”

He put the tray, books, and newspaper down on Atticus’s side table and immediately moved to Atticus’s bedside, the steaming goblet in hand.

“Can you sit up on your own?” he asked.

Atticus coughed loudly, only to hold his head at the pain that shot through as a result. “Of course I can -- I’m not that infirm...”

The over-sixty-year-old man eased himself up into a seated position in bed. Atticus’s stubbornness only served to make Bat grin that bit more toothily around his Blood Pop.

“What’s that smirk for?” Atticus asked with a soft grunt as he adjusted himself so he could lean back against his headboard.

Bat’s grin only broadened. “Nothing. Just thinking you haven’t changed a bit.”

Atticus gave a loud, sarcastic laugh. “Rubbish. The very first thing out of your mouth when you arrived was that it looked like I’d grown another gray hair.”

It was a comment that had hurt more than Atticus would’ve ever admitted. He hated knowing he was getting older. Ironically it was something he’d never paid much mind to before -- he’d found himself losing track of his own birthdays even back when he was still a boy -- but since befriending Bat, Atticus had become much more aware of it. The ex-professor knew that Bat had had to disappear from his loved ones’ lives, just to keep his sanity in the face of watching them shrivel up and die before his eyes while he stayed the same. And yet Bat was staying by Atticus, even as he aged. And once he’d retired, Atticus found himself somewhat adrift without the consistent, relentless schedule of teaching. It had certainly been nice to have so much time to himself at the start, but it was also a bit terrifying, to have this thing that had defined so much of his life suddenly be gone...to not be as quick or strong as he once was...to catch himself having to refresh himself on routine spells like Aguamenti, simply because he’d gotten out of the habit of using them...

With a chuckle, Bat sat down on the bed beside Atticus. He slid the smoking goblet into his hands, holding both of them around the piping-hot glass, no doubt to ensure Atticus had a secure grip on it before letting go. Atticus himself, however, couldn’t stop himself from staring down at their joined hands: Bat’s as strong as ever, no matter how sickly pale, over his own rosy, but age-spotted and wrinkled ones.

“You got it?” said Bat.

“Of course I’ve got it,” Atticus shot back, a bit more sourly than he meant, as he pulled his hands and the goblet out of Bat’s grip. “Stop treating me like an old man.”

He took a long sip, only to choke at the feeling of the hot liquid scalding his throat. Once he’d recovered, Atticus quickly finished it off, breathing in the steam as it poured through his stuffed-up nostrils, dissipating the mucus and phlegm clogging up his sinuses.

“I’m the old man out of the two of us, Grim.”

When Atticus looked up at Bat again, the vampire’s expression had lost the smile, becoming a bit more serious. The ex-professor averted his eyes down to the still smoking goblet.

“Yes, obviously,” Atticus said uncomfortably, “but it doesn’t show on you. But I’m not that helpless, you know -- you don’t have to coddle me so much.”

“I’m doing that because you’re sick, Grim, not because you’re old.”

Bat considered Atticus for a moment. Then he gave a great suck to the Blood Pop in his mouth and, very tentatively, brought up a cold hand to Atticus’s forehead, so as to feel his temperature.

Atticus flushed a very dark red. “...B-Bat?”

Bat’s scarlet eyes were locked on his hand on Atticus’s forehead rather than Atticus’s face as he gave another loud slurp to the Blood Pop in his mouth.

“I won’t be able to stay into the morning,” he said lowly. “I’ve got to make sure you’ll be all right, before I leave.”

Atticus stared up at Bat, taken aback by just how serious he looked. He could feel his heart racing, and he tried desperately to will it into submission -- he knew Bat would be able to both hear and feel it, and the last thing he wanted was to needlessly antagonize his blood lust.

“I’m all right, Bat,” he murmured, his voice coming out oddly breathy. “I am.”

Bat gave another loud suck to the Blood Pop in his mouth as he looked at Atticus. Atticus could see red creeping in on the edge of his friend’s eyes and could tell he was having trouble, being so close to him -- and yet he powered through all the same.

“You will be,” he said softly. “I’ll make sure of that.”

Smoothing Atticus’s graying, sweat-soaked bangs from his face, Bat then closed his eyes and forcibly removed himself, retreating to the corner of the room so he could take his pewter flask out of the inside of his waistcoat and take a long swig. Then, taking several deep breaths, he chucked the spent white stick from his mouth, took a fresh Blood Pop out of his pocket, and stuck in his mouth before sweeping back toward the kitchen.

“I forgot,” he said in a noticeably brighter tone, “The eldest Honeydukes gave me some hazelnut chocolate scones for me to bring along for you.”

Atticus blinked. “Really? That was thoughtful of her.”

He shifted his gaze down to the tea service Bat had put out. The vampire had already prepared Atticus a cup of tea just the way he liked it, so the ex-professor gently picked it up and sipped it as he picked up the Evening Prophet next to the tray.

The tea smelled lovely. His nose was already clearing up nicely.

“Indeed,” Bat said amusedly. “She recalled your ‘voracious sweet tooth’ and thought you’d be the best test subject for her new recipe.”

Atticus bit back a laugh. “Considering the talent of the chocolatier in question, I’m sure it’ll be lovely.”

Taking another sip of his tea, he perused the front page. The headline at the top, however, dimmed the light in his expression significantly.

GELLERT GRINDELWALD TERRORIZES PARIS

Rally hosted by infamous Dark wizard ends in an explosion of magical flames only barely contained by French Aurors

‘First New York City and now Paris,’ thought Atticus grimly. ‘He’s getting bolder, if he feels brave enough to act out in such large cities, protected by such powerful magical ministries...’

“...working on a new caramel recipe, if you’d like to try that as well...”

“Mm,” said Atticus, only vaguely taking in what Bat had said. The article was holding his attention captive.

‘Thirty dead or wounded...a good chunk of them French Aurors who’d been purposefully lured to the event, just to be made an example out of...burned alive with a lethal casting of Protego Diabolica...’

The mental image of a dozen young men with faces like the wizards he used to work with at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement rippled over Atticus’s mind, making his stomach clench with nausea.

A clink to his left made Atticus straighten up sharply. Bat had returned with one of Madam Honeydukes’s scones and had just put the plate down on the tray beside the teapot.

“You’re going to lose your appetite, reading that,” Bat said lowly.

Atticus couldn’t tell if Bat was reproaching him or not -- it made him react a bit defensively.

“I want to know what’s going on in the world, Bat, whether I’m sick or not.”

To Atticus’s surprise, Bat’s expression actually softened.

“...I understand.”

He held out his hand expectantly.

“Hand me your cup -- I’ll pour you a new one.”

Atticus frowned. “I can do it my -- ”

“I know you can,” Bat cut him off smoothly. “But I want to do it.”

Atticus considered Bat for a moment, his eyes flitting down to his open hand. Then he relented, handing the empty cup over to Bat so that he could pour Atticus a new cup of tea and add in the proper amount of sugar and milk.

“It’s disgusting,” Atticus murmured.

Bat handed him the cup. “You mean Grindelwald and not the tea, I hope?”

“Yes, of course,” Atticus said quickly. His face then grew that bit grimmer. “...What he did to those Aurors -- to the city -- to his own supporters, just for not being loyal enough. And all in the name of ‘protecting’ the Wizarding World!” His blue eyes flared with anger. “It’s absolutely vile.”

Bat’s own scarlet eyes hardened significantly. “It is. As are all people like him.”

He picked up the empty potion goblet and strolled back out into the kitchen as if to go clean it out.

“Men like Grindelwald...they don’t see anyone else as truly human, unless they align perfectly with their demented world view. Unless they’re wizards, or white, or Protestant, or Pureblood, or whatever else they’ve decided elevates them over everyone else. And, of course, unless they likewise ascribe to the idea that those people are inherently superior, for that reason...for what does it matter if you’re the perfect Pureblood specimen, if you’re a ‘blood traitor’ that sees other people as just as human as you are?”

Bat’s voice, however level and quiet, betrayed a lot of resentment and righteousness, smoldering just under the surface.

Atticus’s eyes narrowed a bit as he nodded.

“For the life of me, I will never understand such people,” he said. “Though I suppose in a way, that’s probably a good thing.”

“It is,” agreed Bat. “One thing is for sure, though -- blokes like Grindelwald don’t stop until they’re forced to. Yes, the British Ministry was able to prevent Grindelwald from torching Paris, but they didn’t capture him. They didn’t incapacitate him. Therefore it’s only a matter of time before he does something else that’s much worse.”

Atticus took another sip of tea. As he did, however, something made him pause, his lips lingering on the cup. He skimmed the article one more time, before straightening up a bit to look out the doorframe toward the kitchen.

“...British Ministry?” he repeated with a raised eyebrow. “In the article, it says the French Aurors dealt with it.”

There was a very long silence. It was only punctured by the light clink and snap of Bat cleaning out the goblet and putting it back in the kitchen cabinet.

“Bat?” said Atticus.

Bat didn’t answer. Atticus’s frown deepened.

“Bat -- ”

“I heard you.”

Bat’s voice had become quieter and more detached. The sound troubled Atticus that bit more -- Bat only ever detached emotionally when he was upset. It made Atticus inch himself out of bed, supporting himself on the edge of his headboard as he straightened up and shuffled over to the doorframe.

He found Bat cleaning the kitchen, wiping the counter clean with a wet rag. His eyes were focused solely on what he was doing, so it was clearly busy work more than anything: something to distract him. He did stiffen ever-so-slightly when Atticus approached -- no matter how quiet Atticus might try to be, he could never sneak up on a vampire. Not that Atticus cared -- he had no interest in getting the drop on Bat. Instead he merely walked over to stand beside his friend, leaning on the edge of the counter and watching his pale, gaunt face as he stubbornly refused to look at him.

“Robert,” Atticus said a bit more gently.

The name had a visible impact on Bat. It made something flutter through his expression -- something more youthful and almost vulnerable -- to the point that it was almost like a boyish flush, bringing life back into his palid cheeks. He turned to Atticus very abruptly, his scarlet eyes seeming oddly rounder than before. It made the sharp, bright light in them shine more handsomely than ever -- more like a young man, rather than that of an old soul trapped in a young frame.

The handsomeness of Bat’s eyes didn’t falter even as he his expression turned much more evasive and hesitant.

“...The French Aurors at the event were all slaughtered,” Bat admitted softly at last. “The Aurors who saved Paris were from our department, in Britain. ...It’s something Minister Fawley doesn’t want circulated, when the British Ministry has been trying to keep its activity in other countries quiet.”

Atticus’s eyebrows furrowed. “...Well, yes, I suppose that’s understandable -- but if that’s true, then how are you aware of it? If you’ve heard of it from an outside source, then clearly it’s already being circulated -- ”

Bat looked Atticus straight-on in the eye, and Atticus’s words died in his throat. His eyes widened slowly.

“...They told you?” he whispered.

Bat inclined his head in something of a short nod, his scarlet eyes drifting away, up onto the kitchen window.

“But -- ” Atticus stammered, “ -- but if the Ministry told you, that means that they trust you with that kind of intelligence! And the only people that the Ministry of Magic would trust with that kind of intelligence would be people who work for them. Aurors, Unspeakables, investigators...”

“...And other such agents,” Bat finished off grimly. “Yes.”

Atticus stared at Bat for a moment. Then his eyes slowly lit up and his mouth spread into an incredulous smile.

“...You’re helping the Ministry fight Grindelwald?” he whispered.

“In a way,” Bat said uncomfortably. “I’m more an academic resource than anything. Adelia put me in contact with Minister Knightly several years back, and he sent me messages inquiring about certain things...asking me to put my ear to the ground in Knockturn Alley and such, among like-minded Dark wizards. Just try to sort out the source of Grindelwald’s new-found power, and what he might aim to do with it. Not that old Fawley’s been very forthcoming with help -- reckon it’s only because of the few contacts I worked with in the Department of Mysteries following up with me that I’ve gotten any updates since Knightly left office...”

Bat’s dismissiveness toward his work didn’t dampen Atticus’s smile one bit. On the contrary, the ex-professor was so delighted by it that he couldn’t stop himself from reaching out and grabbing his compatriot’s shoulders. The affectionate gesture visibly startled Bat.

“Bat, that’s wonderful,” said Atticus. “With how much you’ve studied over the years...why, that kind of knowledge must be invaluable, to the fight against Grindelwald.”

His blue eyes sparkled with pride.

“It was brilliant of Ms. Selwyn-Ellison, to suggest you to the Minister. And so good of you, to do it...I know you’ve never much liked the Ministry, so you putting your differences with them aside, to fight Grindelwald -- it’s so good of you, to put the safety of others first.”

Red pricked at the edges of Bat’s eyes in response to Atticus’s proximity. Upon noticing it, Atticus’s smile flickered and died and he immediately backed away.

“Forgive me, I -- I forgot myself -- ”

To Atticus’s surprise, though, Bat didn’t distance himself further. On the contrary, he took the spent Blood Pop stick out of his mouth, replaced it, and then extended an arm so as to wrap it around Atticus and pull him up beside his chest. Bat buried his face right beside Atticus’s neck, while Atticus’s face landed right on Bat’s chest -- right beside the cursed, undead heart that pumped the blood Bat had to consume so regularly, just to keep his body and mind from going insane from blood lust...

“Bat?” said Atticus, startled.

The breaths that hit Atticus’s neck from Bat’s nose were as supernaturally cold as his hand as it anchored itself on the back of Atticus’s head.

“Thanks, Grim,” Bat murmured.

Atticus could hear the smile in his friend’s voice, and he relaxed a bit despite himself. It was a reaction most anyone else would’ve been shocked by, considering he currently had a vampire’s fangs mere inches from his neck.

But Atticus wasn’t afraid. Bat would never harm him. He would never harm anyone, unless it was to protect someone he loved...

Atticus heard Bat take a very shaky breath and could tell that he was struggling to restrain himself. Bringing a hand up to hold onto the back of Bat’s shirt, he gently pried himself out of Bat’s arms.

“Robert,” he said softly, “you should let go now.”

But Bat seemed oddly reluctant to let go, even though his fangs were lengthening. His eyes were shut tight as his hand tangled itself that bit more in the dark strands of Atticus’s hair.

“Not yet,” he rasped.

Atticus’s eyes grew softer still. “Robert...”

“I can do it,” he repeated, a bit shakily. “I can do it.”

He took a sip from his flask without even taking the Blood Pop out of his mouth. Then, ignoring the fangs still at the front of his mouth, he brought his head down to rest on top of Atticus’s.

“I want to remember,” the vampire murmured beside Atticus’s hair.

Atticus blinked. “Remember what?”

“What I’m fighting for, every time I go out and scout out information, for those Ministry sheep.”

Atticus’s lip twitched with a faintly exasperated frown. “I was one of those so-called ‘sheep,’ as you might recall -- as was Mr. Gibson, and as is Mr. Ellison.”

“Every flock needs a few sheepdogs around, to give them some direction,” Bat said dismissively.

“So says someone who turns into a dog on a regular basis, whenever he needs to shepherd the Selwyn-Ellison children back to school.”

Bat chuckled lowly as his long-fingered hand trailed through Atticus’s hair absently. The ex-professor felt his flush darken that bit more every time Bat’s cold fingertips grazed the back of his neck.

“You see, Grim?” he said softly. His set of four sharp, cat-like fangs glinted brightly as he smiled. “This is it. What I’m fighting for, right here.”

Atticus cocked an eyebrow. “Friendly banter?”

“You,” Bat corrected him. He closed his eyes as he grinned around the Blood Pop in his mouth. “When I’m with you, or Danny, or Rex, or Adelia, or Teddy, or Bertie or Vi or little Holly-berry...the Honeydukes family, and your students and mine...”

He opened his eyes again, smiling fully and handsomely no matter how monstrous his entirely scarlet eyes looked.

“...When I see you all live your lives, and can be part of them, even just in some small way...it’s like...I’m almost me, again. Who I was before. When I can talk about silly things with you -- solve your problems and make you smile...you make me feel alive. More alive than I have in a hundred and forty years.”

Atticus felt his heart swell in his chest, seeing such sincere joy in his friend’s face. When he’d first met Bat in Hogsmeade, he never could’ve imagined such a mysterious, reclusive vampire could smile like that -- such a warm smile, such soft and...well, beautiful. As beautiful as a sunrise...a sunrise this man would never be able to enjoy again, all because of his condition that made it so that everything around him would wither away, while he stayed exactly the same...

Bat felt happy -- he felt alive, because of Atticus. It was such an empowering, yet bittersweet feeling: like a bite of savory chocolate with a terribly harsh aftertaste. It made Atticus swallow back the lump in his throat and, after the shortest hesitation, throw out his hand and clutch the back of Bat’s waistcoat and hold his friend tighter.

“You...” Atticus whispered, “...are more alive than any other man I have ever known in my life, Robert Harker.”

Bat’s hand in Atticus’s hair stilled.

“Blood lust or no -- vampirism or no,” Atticus said more firmly, “you love life, and the people around you, more deeply than any human man. More deeply than I will likely ever know.”

Atticus’s mouth spread into a wide, open grin beside Bat’s undead heart.

“Don’t ever change. No matter what -- stay just the way you are.”

Bat was very quiet for a long moment. Then, clutching Atticus’s dark hair in his fist, he yanked himself away at last.

“I’m sorry,” he choked, “I can’t -- ”

He spat out the Blood Pop, his claw-like hand fumbling inside his waistcoat for his pewter flask. Atticus immediately reached out to help secure Bat’s shaking hand around the flask so it was easier to take a swig, and also reached into Bat’s pocket to unwrap another Blood Pop for him so that when he’d finally chugged down a good gallon’s worth of blood, Bat could immediately stick the Pop in his mouth and take several good deep breaths.

Once he’d recovered himself, the vampire chuckled.

“See?” he said playfully. “Told you I was the old man, out of the two of us.”

Atticus smiled wryly. “You know, you’re right. I think I can see the white hairs from here.”

Bat laughed louder still, as happily and sincerely as a man with no burdens to bear. It was a sound that likewise made Atticus’s smile grow that bit wider and his eyes sparkle that bit more brightly.

#hphl #hogwarts legacy #my writing #atticus grimsley #bartholomew varney #adelia selwyn #danny gibson #jackson knightly #gellert grindelwald #goddamn it I love these two much I can't stand it!!#feels so good to write for them again <33 #being set in 1927 this is a mere fourteen years before bat's death #and yup bat was secretly helping the british ministry fight grindelwald even way back then #oh also halloween *does* have some good songs now #but back in bat's lifetime? nope #I'd say most of the good halloween songs popped up in the 80's 90's and 00's #namely the nightmare before christmas soundtrack disturbia thriller and the like #happy birthday grim my dear!!

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💀Idia shroud

Idia really wants that skin but is out of money, so yuu got an idea and luckily there is a racing competition happening on the island

Gender neutral Yuu

Idia's bike is called Cerberus bc I said so

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Vroom Vroom

"Shit" idia murmurs to himself

"Got a bad roll?" Yuu comented from the bed, ever since the gremlin kicked the door to his room, screamed something about overblots, and demanded potion lessons, the two of them have developed a unique kind of... friendship? You could call it friendship, not sure, didn't ask and now it's too awkward to do so.

"I can't roll, that's the problem" Idia sulks at his chair "money's out, spend every bit on yesterday banner getting that cute cat skin for Princess Minya. And now, out of fucking nowhere! The surprise banner is offering a limited version of Clipsa's hell form"

"Aren't you rich tho? Ask your parents, they sure give you a lot of money"

"They only refill it every month or so, and I really need the rest for Ortho's upgrades.... I could delay them for a bit...."

Yuu face light up, they start to tipe furiously on their phone while Idia contemplates on his decision

"AH HA!" Yuu shouts waking idia from his thoughts

"W-what?! Found something?"

"You have a bike right?"

"Yeah, so what ?"

"You could compete on the racing that's happening on the island today!"

"W-!"

"The prize is 20 000 madol~" they shake their phone in his face "which makes... 50 pulls I think"

Idia eyes shine, with that much he could get that skin! But... "w-what about p-people... there sure would be so many people all of themlookatmeandshoutingandscreamingandcreeringthersamobgottabetherethelocalistoofavoraveltothemohgodsohshiti-"

"You'll go with a helmet!" They hold idia's pulse, stopping him from eating more nails.

"...Eh?"

"nobody will know it's you! It'll be ok then right?"

"A... helmet... yeah... YEAH THEN NOBODY WILL SEE ME!" He press a button on his side "Ortho get Cerberus ready, gotta race to win"

"Not gonna lie, you are kinda of badass when motivated"

"S-shut up normie " idia makes his way to the pile of clothes on the floor and murmurs "where did I put it"

"Wait... YOU ALREADY HAVE GEAR?!"

"I have a goddam bike did you really think I wouldn't have this shit? who do you think tested it? Now get out!"

Yuu eyes shine with excitement, that idea was a shot on the dark, but great seven if it wasn't a great shot.

-------- ignyhide dorm mainhall -------

Idia's out of his room after some time, wearing a black leather outfit with blue details, on the back of his jacket, three dog's skulls with blue flames eyes are stamped, with a black helmet in hands the visor having a filter to make sure no one saw his face

"It's been a long time since you wore those big brother!" Ortho coments happily, he seems very excited to finally see his brother out with a friend without his own little pushes "soooo you guys are going to town?"

"Yep!"

"Unfortunately" idia sings in annoyance "did you registered us ortho?"

"Yes! We were so lucky! The subscriptions stopped five seconds ago! The race starts in 10 minutes from now"

"C'mon let's go, faster we go, faster it's finished" Idia takes the lead guiding them to Cerberus

"put this" he handles a helmet to Yuu "now hop on we're losing seconds"

"I-I get to go?!"

"... gods give me patience, yes, you get to go, now hop on" idia puts his helmet hiding his hair, and lighting up the details on it, "those must be for his hair to breath or someting" yuu ponders while putting their own

The second yuu is on the bike, Idia accelerates

"HOLLY SHIT THIS THING IS FAST!"

"Hehehe" idia grins

They got to town in a matter of seconds, Yuu had to sit for a bit, legs shaking from the adrenalin "dude that was amazing! I swear we were gona fall at so many turns BUT YOU DID IT HOLLY SEVEN"

"Hm" idia muses at yuu's excitement

There were... less people than he expected, maybe it's a casual race, or they didn't know how to market it right, anyway, the less, the better, it's not like they got a chance anyway, Cerberus is on it's best performance since VDC, the money is already his, he can almost fell the trill of pulling for that skin

As expected some RSA mobs were there, dumbasses couldn't even stay quiet for a moment, and he could fell some savanaclaws ready to pick a fight, who knows, at the start of this race he may be the last one standing that could race and win by default, that would be faster than three rounds by the island.

At a quick glance he saw one of the competitors hiding something on the sleeves, and another is trying to sabotage the others without being caught, things never are easy are they? He should have brought Ortho... but he wasn't gonna back down now, besides he can just send a quick text and his brother would be there in a minute watching over him.

"I'll need you to control the shield" he murmurs

"What?"

"I put a shield sistem just in case, you're gonna pay attention to our surroundings and activate it when needed, it has a low durability and consumes too much battery, that's why you gotta be precise, got it?"

"Am I allowed to go with you?"

"This is a race with partners air head, you're the one to show me that but youself didn't knew, you really are bad at details"

"Hey! I at least got a solution to your problem, you are very welcome. Hmph"

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5 competitors in the end, with the other 3 being: 1 desclacificated for cheating, and 2 beat up.

"At your places!"

Yuu fidgets with the shields controller

"ready!"

The bikers start the engines

"Set!"

Idia grins inside his helmet, just like anime, he can fell the palpable tension and rivalry of the opponents, this is gonna be fun

"GO!"

Leting a curtain of dirt behind, they got third place on the first round, Yuu didn't expected so many of the remaining candidates to fire their magic at them, one almost hit their face when they were too slow to activate the shield, Idia's eyes never got out of the course, managing the bike easily on the curves, using short cuts he learned on the first round and dodging any idiot on the road.

Second place on second round, just pass one more and use turbo, just pass, it's everything that he needs to do. The shield broke, they are neck a neck, the other's partner was gonna fire magic at his head, it was gonna hit, he couldn't dodge and if he slowed down they would win, he could just hope that wouldn't be a great impact-

A helmet hit the guy's face "KEEP GOING!" Yuu shouts on his back, that's right... he's not alone.

They win the race, he could see the skin on his loging screen already

"Great seven that was intense" Yuu lays on the ground trying to calm down "that guy was targetting you goddam head! IS THIS ALLOWED???"

"If noone sees, but we got the money, I'll call ortho to give you a ride"

"Awww can't I go back with you?"

"You threw the damn helmet out, I'm not risking being arrested by your crazy ideas"

"Crazy idea that gave you the win!"

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Author NOTES:

This one is referent from the beginning of idia's and yuu friendship (X)

This one is for the coments that made me write this, thank you so much for the serotonin (X)

Art (X)

Yes the title is Vroom Vroom bc I have the most great ideas to titles

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return-of-a-space-cowboy · 3 years ago

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Another fantasy AU inspired by a (very old) Fire Emblem game: S/O is married to and has a kid with (Joseph/Jonathan/Bruno). Only they end up kidnapped, brainwashed, and married to (Kars/Dio/Diavolo); Who they also end up having a child with.

Don't mind me indulging, this sort of thing is straight down my ally 😩

These are surprisingly long for summaries

Jonathan, Joseph and Bruno saving darling only to find out they've been brain washed.

Jonathan / dio

Dio's done everything in his power to tear darling and Jonathan apart. He's livid when he finds out about the wedding but plays it cool for now. He's soon to wed himself. He doesn't love the unfortunate bride and has already planned their unexpected death. After that he'll be king of the nearby kingdom and put his plans of stealing darling away.

It's a waiting game he hates, especially when rumours about s/o being pregnant reach his ears. When his wife dies. Jonathan and Darling come to give him their condolences and he knows immediately that the rumours were true and a few days after the baby is born

When Jonathan leaves to to resolve some issues with some of the kingdoms Dio strikes and captures darling and give them a choice. Either they drink a potion that'll make them lose all their memories or to have Jonathan and their child killed. They choose to drink to potion as they do not wish for their husband and child to die. However Dio partially breaks his promise, he has a group of bandits attempt to kill him, they believe they succeeded and return to Dio, leaving a severely injured Jonathan in the snow to be found by Erina, his childhood friend who nurses him for around a year.

On his long voyage home he hears that his wife remarried after his so called death. He's shocked horrified even and when he learns it was Dio that They married. He's quick in his journey back with a fiery anger fueling him. He knows that his attempted murder was his plan and that they'd not marry him by choice.

He storms into the castle where he sees Dio waiting for him at his throne. He demands to know where his wife and child are but Dio will not say, A fierce battle ensues and Jonathan just managed to win. He goes into the bedroom to see them asleep in bed. He wakes them up and they scream kicking and punching him. He's confused and hurt that they don't even know who he is. Then he hears the cries of his son and opens the curtains to the dressroom to find two cribs with a baby in each, one of course is his son but the other brings him dread and heartbreak. Darling is quick to attack him screaming at him to leave her children alone and asking where Dio is.

He really tries to convince s/o that they used to be together and that her eldest is his son. Perhaps there's a fairytale ending where her memories are restored or maybe darling does decide to stay with Jonathan but life will never be the same.

Darling has always been Joseph's voice of reason in his life, they're a case of opposites attract. S/O is trying to get him to settle down from his career as a monster hunter since they have Holly now but he doesn't want to, so in protest she has his grandmother look after the young girl while she ventures with him. He tries to get them to go home but they refuse. They'll nag him about how it he wants to continue then she and their daughter will have to start traveling with him just like what she's doing right now.

During the journey Joseph encounters Kars and is cursed in the process (idk what curse yet) and not long after he finds darling and snatches them away. Joseph is forced into a seemingly endless search around the country until he finds Kars lair. An abandoned castle where he finds s/o with their head on Kars lap as he stroked their hair. he mocks Joseph by telling him how nice darling is and alluding to something sexual about them. They fit him like glove he says.

Once Kars is defeated it's almost impossible for Joseph to pull darling off of him, it's heartbreaking for him to pry his wife off of the corpse of the monster who cursed him. What the hell happened to them he may never truely know.

Darling asks him to leave them alone but he refuses as he tries the get them to tell him what happened as soon as he hears a baby cry he's frozen. He's hoping that this is all a nightmare and that he'll wake up soon, he pinches himself but he doesn't wake up. He feels like he failed them, if he'd listened to them this would have never happened.

It takes a while for s/o to return to their former self and he's suprisingly fond of the other child.

Bruno was formally a captain in Diavolo's army before being discharged. He met his darling during a festival not long after he left, however their parents were nobles and weren't pleased that they chose a man that they hadn't arranged with. It was forbidden that they marry him but darling ran away and married Bruno.

A year or two has passed and darling becomes a seamstress and is ordered to come before king Diavolo and work on making him a new suit. Bruno tries to convince s/o to stay, he doesn't want them to leave him and their young child as he has a bad feeling about the ordeal however they still go, telling him it'll only be a week.

Once darling arrives to the castle they are warmly welcomed by servants to their beck and call everything seems normal for the first two days as they're told what the king wants and sorting through various materials but not once has they met the king. On the third night however they are invited to have dinner with him.

Things quickly turn south when they see that their parents are also present, they refuse to answer before the king arrives. When he does it's revealed that their parents have arranged their marriage with Diavolo. They are extremely opposed to the arrangement and try explaining to Diavolo that they are already married however it seems they never knew that on of the kingdoms rule conveniently stated that a marriage must have the consent of the parents involved, making their marriage void. S/O tries to escape but is quickly captured and locked in a room.

After a week has passed Bruno leaves his child with his mother while he goes to investigate. He gets no clue as to what happened so he goes to their parents house, they play innocent and tell him that they had no idea that darling was around and he's left with only one more place to look.

He goes before Diavolo and asks if he knew what happened and he tells him that they disappeared one night, telling him that they seemed rather depressed. He plants all these horrible ideas in Bruno's head but ultimately suggests he'll have to search the northest mountains as he's heard of a place where the lost are found there. He however refrained from mentioning the fact that ravenous harpies nest in that region. Hoping that he will die in the cold or the harpies tear him to shreds. A few doors down poor darling is trying to scream out through the gag that is over their mouth but no one can hear them.

After he leaves Diavolo returns to the room and blackmailing them, he knows who Their husband now. He'll tell them that he can force Bruno back into his army and have him killed or he can have him framed for a crime he didn't commit and have him executed. S/o doesn't want that to happen so they agree to marry him, but when the opportunity arises they try to escape but they're quickly brought back each time with each punishment growing more painful.

It takes close to a year for Bruno to get to the northest mountains and he encounters a flock of harpies and slays them but he finds no trace of darling being their so he makes the journey back and at an inn he asks the owner if she's seen or heard of where his wife might be. From the description she can not give him a certain answer but does tell him that King Diavolo recently married a similar looking woman who's name she can't remember, she also tells him they was missing an eye so it probably wouldn't be them. However it all clicks for him, how suspicious their parents where and how the king made such assumption about them.

When he finally returns he's quick to make his way to the castle he doesn't care if he's labelled as a traitor, he's livid and is quick to finish Diavolo but his darling isn't the same. They sit at her throne with lavish clothes and jewelry with a morbid expression on her face as they rock their daughter's crib. They look at him with a hazy eye theIr other replaced with a jade orb.

"you left me, not even on my wedding day did you try to stop him ,so why are you here now" are the cold words that escape their lips. He tries to explain but they continue to dismiss him. They seem almost lifeless, like all the happiness they had was torn to shreds. It's breaks his heart seeing what Diavolo did to his wife. He really tries to make it up to them, hoping one day they'll turn back into the same person he once knew, he hoped that bring their child back to see them would help but they were relatively unfazed. Eventually they remarry and he takes Trish in as his own daughter. As the new king he's quick to have their parents locked up for causing and allowing all those horrible things to happen to them.

#yandere jjba #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #kars jjba #bruno buccerati #jonathan joestar #dio jojo #jojo diavolo #joseph joestar

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aprilsrant · 4 years ago

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Start Over | Oliver Wood x Slytherin!Fem!Reader.

SUMMARY: (Y/N) has anger issues and a bad reputation that follows. Oliver seems to be the only one who hasn’t been on the receiving end of her outbursts and there might be a hidden reason for it.

WORD COUNT: 2,3k.

WARNINGS: Marcus Flint being an idiot and a missoginy brat, it’s kind of angsty towards the end. Maybe a curse word or two. There is a fight and a duel too. (If I miss any, let me know!)

REQUEST: can’t find it, but yes, this was requested.

A/N: This took me so long and I’m so sorry, but for some reason I couldn’t get this finished. Hope you enjoy it! Like, reblog or leave comment if you like, feedback is always appreciated!!

Also, I made the reader have a holly wand because details are important sometimes.

English is not my first language, there could be mistakes!

Gif is not mine!!

MASTERLIST.

For whatever stupid, possibly misogynist, reason, Marcus Flint never allowed girls to tryout for the Slytherin Quidditch Team, not even when he, and everyone else present, knew of their talent and how much it would benefit them. Now more than ever, with that Harry Potter kid catching every single Snitch flying round him, Flint’s team needed new members. And members that actually knew how to play and not those who would pay their way in.

Once again, (Y/N) was waiting in the stands for the Slytherin Captain and the whole group attempting to grab themselves a spot. Arriving before them gave her an “advantage” and that was not being completely disregarded the minute Flint saw her in the midst of the line up following him like some kind of lost puppys.

With nothing else to do than just stand round the edge of the Quidditch Pitch, (Y/N) looked up and watched as a few Gryffindors threw the Quaffle towards one of the three hoops. She didn’t even know why people kept trying out to be a Chaser in Wood’s team when the current three were the best they had. And they were all women. Who would have thought that girls could play that well, right?

(Y/N) didn’t know why she continued to insist when she was aware that Flint would never let her be on the team. Maybe because it was her last year, or because she had a tiny spark of hope inside of her that something, pretty much a miracle, would happen and the boy’d change his mind, finally acknowledging that (Y/N) was better than the two Slytherin beaters together.

“What are you doing here, (Y/L/N)?,” the voice of the Slytherin Captain brought her back from the train of thoughts. Glancing towards the Pitch, she realised that it was empty, the only Gryffindor there was Oliver Wood, seating in the opposite set of stands with a notebook and a pencil in his hand. Upon seeing Flint and the trail of Slytherins behind him, he rolled his eyes and quickly left his spot, steps faltering after hearing Marcus’s irritated tone. “I told you, multiple times may I remind you, that I don’t want girls in my team, and especially not those who want to be beaters.”

This was something she saw coming, of course, and she’d tried to assume it for the last couple of days every time the image of being rejected, again, would pop into her head, replaying the times were she had actually been rejected as if her own mind was trying to torture her.

She had also seen the other part coming, and she had tried to stop it. But in her defense, when Professor Snape interrogated her an hour later, Marcus Flint kind of deserved it.

“Why not, Flint? I’ve been trying to get in the team ever since you became Captain and decided I wasn’t good enough after our fourth year,” (Y/N) had said, voice raising after more words left her mouth. With her broomstick in hand, she stepped down the stands and marched towards him.

“You said it yourself, (Y/N), you weren’t, and still aren’t, good enough,” Marcus responded while shrugging his shoulders arrogantly and walking past her.

“I was good enough, you prick, I was better than just good enough and you fucking know it.” All of the group that had gathered to try out turned their heads in her direction when she started to scream, whispers and shared glances expectant of the outcome of the argument. Pushing a third year in front of her out of her way, she kept walking, stopping only after she was face to face with Marcus. “And how can you be so sure I’m not adequate? You haven’t even let me fly around the Pitch for the last two years.”

Ignoring her, Flint commanded the two boys carrying the box full of equipment to leave it on the floor and start to warm up.

“Can you… Can you, please, let me try this one time?,” (Y/N) whispered, burying her pride and dignity in the same coffin after the word please escaped from her mouth.

“Now you’re begging, you are pathetic, (Y/L/N), and they say you’re supposed to be dangerous” the boy exclaimed, clearly enjoying seeing her so desperate. He walked towards her, his taller figure towering over the girl. “Let me tell you something. Both of us were on the team, right now one is the Captain and the other one… Well, I’m pretty sure you know your exact position in this whole thing. And that’s why you are not in my place, because you are not good enough.”

Her teeth, jaw and fists clenched at the same time, the rest of her body shaking slightly, lighting up on fire with every sentence Marcus sneered at her.

From a young age she had people question her, her interests and her decisions, even her place in the House of ambition, many believing the girl to be “too soft” at first. That had changed after the start of her second year. If they wanted her to be violent, rash and reckless, that’s what they got. Now, every time her name was mentioned around Hogwarts, whispers and rumours would be shortly behind. Most of the things people said about her were incorrect, not even close to the truth, but she accepted them anyways. She took each one of the rumours and turned them into her truth.

For some (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was on the right path to become a Dark Witch, a pureblood longing to take on Lord Voldemort’s place and rule over the Wizarding World, torturing muggleborns and blood traitors. To others, she was the Devil’s offspring in the flesh, waiting for the right moment to raise the forces of hell upon Hogwarts. And they were the ones speaking of her mental state while coming up with ridiculous theories. Nonetheless, she had to admit it was a new kind of entertainment seeing the first years getting warned about her, bombarding them with false information and stupid allegations. But the laughs she would have from it on her own company didn’t erase the loneliness and the solemn feeling of having no one.

Like the symbol of her house, (Y/N) was a creature of instinct. And like what people murmured about her, (Y/N) was also a creature of violence.

As only one can imagine, no one was shocked from the response Marcus Flint got. Not in words, or insults, which were regular, but in the form of a fist connecting with his cheek (although she had intended to hit the nose).

One would think anger makes people a better fighter, all that pent up rage coming from nowhere and lashing out against your opponent it’s more damaging to you than the person you are fighting. Now, this was not (Y/N)’s first fist fight but that didn’t mean she knew what she was doing. Every time she had punched someone it had happened in the midst of uncontrollable wrath growing, attaching itself to the girl’s body, controlling her limbs, numbing her mind.

For a moment she closes her eyes, one thought in her mind, vanishing as quickly as it appeared, — I did it. Again —. When (Y/N) opens them, she notices the change of scenario, or positions. She is no longer standing on her feet, she is several metres away from her housemate, the back of her body on the receiving end of the harsh floor; the loud beating of her heart thundering in her ears, almost giving her a headache, swallowing the spell Flint had used on her.

After rising from the grass, (Y/N) marches towards him, holly wand in her hand shooting hexes, barely missing its target. She’s about to whisper the Stunning Spell when someone from behind grabs her wrist, holding her back from trying to curse Marcus, whose responses are getting slower and scarcely protecting him. An arm sneaks around (Y/N)’s figure, distancing her from the Slytherin Quidditch Captain.

Her elbow moves almost instinctively and hits the person behind her in the stomach, the arm around her waist retreating fast enough for (Y/N) to cast a protection charm and petrify Marcus Flint.

Turning around, she sees none other than Oliver Wood, bending over his stomach with a hand clenching his right knee and gasping for air.

“What the bloody hell was that, Wood?”

“I was trying to help you!,” he manages to say while looking up at her.

“Help me? You were trying to stop me, you twat.”

“Exactly!,” Oliver shouts, making her move backwards, “Do you want to get yourself expelled, (Y/L/N)? Because if that’s what you want, you are doing an excellent job.”

She should have hexed him right there, no one else was on the Quidditch Pitch with them, except the handful of Slytherins and those weren’t the snitching types, but she didn't, surprising herself and everyone else watching them.

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Later that night, after finishing the horrendous detention Snape had put her in —reorganizing his entire cabinet claimed by suspicious ingredients and potions with terrible smells, making the small space smell like rotten eggs and the Gryffindor Quidditch robes after a rough match—, looking at the moon and the landscape surrounding Hogwarts from the Astronomy Tower, she thought about the reasons to why she hadn’t raised her wand, or fist, to face Oliver.

He wasn’t special. Yes, he was a great wizard, with problems in Potions and History of Magic, still quite good at Defensive spells but not that good to beat her if she was fully focused, he would be easy to defeat especially after Quidditch tryouts. So, why? Why did she just walk away?

“I knew I could find you here.”

(Y/N) turned around, quickly taking hold of her holly wand and raising it towards the tower’s entrance. The thundering in her chest calming, her breathing going back to its normal pace when she realised it wasn’t Sirius Black, the murderer that had escaped Azkaban and was said to have roamed through the castle.

“What are you doing here, Oliver?”, she addressed him once the moonlight illuminated his tall figure.

“I wanted to apologise,” the boy admitted, his voice faltered just like his approach, as if he was trying to make peace with a beast; as if he was telling a snake that his feet would not come close to its head, “for what I said earlier. It wasn’t fair because I know how you…”

“How I what? How I tend to react when I’m angry?,” (Y/N) interrupted, the hand holding her wand still facing Oliver, “don’t try to act like you know me.”

“But I used to,” he murmured.

Neither of them said anything, both of their minds desperately trying to find the right words, one to plead for forgiveness once again and the other to accept it if the plea ever escaped his mouth.

The distant sound of creatures soaring through the night sky and the flip of their wings was all they heard for minutes, minutes that had felt like hours; she would dare to say days if the sky wasn’t still dark, filled with bright stars circling a full moon.

“Why don’t we get to know each other all over again? We can start over, please.”

There it was.

And then it came.

“That’s such a great idea, Oliver!,” (Y/N) answered with a big smile on her face, the quick change of demeanour unsettling Oliver. They hadn’t talked in years but he was still amazed at how much he remembered of her, and how this didn’t mean any good. “We can get to know each other like all those years ago and then, you can abandon me like all those years ago”. The grin on her lips transforming into a scowl right after she pronounced the last part of her sentence.

“Why are you even here, Wood? You felt guilty and now you’re trying to make it go away? Or is it charity?,” the Slytherin kept ranting,” or better yet, someone challenged you to do this? I’m putting all my money on the Weasley Twins.

“N-No, no, it’s nothing like that,” Oliver explained while moving his hands and walking the final steps leading him to (Y/N),“ I just- I never- I, I never wanted this, I never expected it but everyone was talking about you and-and they were saying horrible things and…”

“And you believed them,” (Y/N) stated, turning around to stop facing him and his hurt expression,” I don’t blame you for doing it. It’s quite funny if you think about it.”

“What’s quite funny?,” his gaze still on her when he asked.

“Most of the things you and the rest of the school heard were invented by me, so people would just stop bothering me,” she pretended to confess only to the stars, for if she didn’t, she would never admit it to him,” you can say I planned my entire doom. And it’s quite funny because, in the end, you still believed me.”

“You could have told me, (Y/N). Why didn’t you?”

“You believed the rumours, I’m sure not the craziest ones though, but that tells me that you thought I was capable of actually doing all the terrible things I said about myself.”

“I’m sorry, I am, (Y/N), truly.”

“Sorry doesn’t mend it,” she murmured, now forcing herself to look him in the eyes and act as if the pain never happened; as if she hadn’t missed his company and his random, permanently out of place Quidditch facts.

“I know, but it’s everything I have right now and I hope you can forgive me one day.”

“I have already forgiven you, Oliver, but I was too proud to reach you.”

“Typical you, (Y/N). I should have expected it.”

A small smile formed in her lips and for a moment she forgot their broken friendship, the reputation that had become her shadow and the future awaiting after Hogwarts. It was only them, (Y/N) and Oliver, with the moon glowing down on their faces and the feeling of being eleven year olds settling over their minds.

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nicos-oc-hell · 2 years ago

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IDENTITY

Full Name: Hester Rodriguez

Nicknames: Scrappy

Date of Birth: 12 october 1940

Gender: cis-male

Sexuality: Straight (questioned for most of his time in Hogwarts)

Blood Status: half-blood

Ethnicity/Race: Hispanic

Nationality: Cuban and German

MBTI Type:TBD

MAGIC & HOGWARTS

House: Ravenclaw

Wand: This wand is made out of Beech Wood, which strongly favors an insecure owner. The handle is made out of Holly Wood, which in turn often needs an owner with a strong sense of justice. However, the combination of this strand of Beech Wood and Holly Wood means the wand will seek out somebody with a talent for conjuring. A wand usually has 1 or 2 cores, but some have 3, this wand has 3 cores. A core of chimera scale which tends to add explosiveness in various forms to spells and lion mane hair is added to constrain the power of the chimera scale core. Finally, a core of serpent tail is added in small amounts to enhance the owner's intelligence

Animagus: squirrel

OWL Electives:

Ancient Runes - O

Alchemy - O

Astronomy - O

NEWT Classes:

Ancient Runes - O

Charms - O

Potions - O

Transfiguartion - O

Herbology - O

Quidditch: Keeper

Prefect: 4-6 then head boy

Clubs: TBD

APPEARANCE & VOICE

Faceclaim: Teen years - Diego Tinoco, Adult years - Pedro Pascal

Height: 5’9

Weight & Physique: 163 lbs and lean

Hair Color: Black and white

Hair Style: messy and all over the place

Eye Color: right green and left pink

Skin Tone:like a Beige color

Scars: a couple across his chest and arms

Modifications: (piercings, tattoos, glasses, etc.) glasses and a half sleeve tattoo of a dragon

Distinguishing Marks: the white streaks of hair he has

Clothing Style: mostly the school uniform, button downs, sweaters, slacks

Accessories: (watch, jewelry, etc.) he has a few family heirlooms which are a necklace, bracelet and ring

What’s In Their Pockets:

Random crumbs from only god knows what

Candy bars

His wand

Money

Gum

What’s In Their School Bag?

A lot of books, none of them are for his classes

Snacks

Drinks

Voiceclaim: teen - Diego Tinoco, Adult - Pedro Pascal

Speech and/or Language Disorder: none

RELATIONSHIPS

Father: Mateo "Rusty" Rodriguez

S/O: Silver Notts

Children/step kids:

Hayden Notts

Hori Griffith

Hollis Griffith

Siblings:

Pedro Rodriguez

Diego Rodriguez

Friends:

Abraxas Malfoy

Viktor Perphyra

Anton Dolohov

Saxi Dolohov

Silver Notts

FACTS

(none of this is in order)

Born in Germany and was raised on the west side of the Berlin Wall

Has poliosis, a condition where you have a white streak of hair contrary to your normal hair color but Hester’s spreads everywhere over time

Was sorted into Ravenclaw after a toss up of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw

Met Abraxas, his best friend, on the train in his second year

Is the middle child

Went into archelogy like his father

Being dragged into the rest of Abraxas’ friend group

Sneaking into the forbidden forest

Kitchen runs before they sneak out of hogwarts

Hester took his wife’s last name

Insecure

Has IED (intermittent explosive disorder)

Is called scrappy because of said disorder because he got into a lot of fights over it

#hester notts #riddle era #riddle era oc #hp oc #hp profile

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the-lightning-mage · 3 years ago

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OC as a Companion

So, I’ve done this before, but I completely forgot about it, and Holly has changed. Not only that but I like doing long OC posts like this, and I’ve been meaning to do one for a while. This was originally created by @little-lightning-lavellan. I’m not going to create separate posts for the others, instead I’m going to reblog theirs.

Holly Trevelyan

Background

Holly Trevelyan was born in 9:11 to Bann and Lady Trevelyan of Ostwick. She is the second youngest of their children. Her magic started coming in when she was seven, but didn’t become noticeable until she was ten. She was able to hide for another three years until she was 13. One of her older siblings discovered her, and told their parents. A few hours later the templars came, and brought her to the Ostwick Circle of Magi where she remained most of the time until the rebellions began.

Both incredibly brilliant, and incredibly powerful, Holly excelled in her studies in the Circle, and passed her Harrowing at age 18. Despite this, she didn’t get the title of Enchanter until age 26 as the Senior Enchanters and the First Enchanter believed that it would better if she focused on research instead of taking on Apprentices. Most of her research focused on healing, and she has made many break throughs in the field. Her powers as a healer allowed her to travel outside of the circle at times.

Though she didn’t become an apostate herself until the rebellions, she did help others escape the circle. She avoids speaking about it, but she played a large part when the Ostwick Circle rebelled.

She shows up in Haven after the Inquisitor returns from Val Royeaux looking for her sibling. If the Inquisitor is human, and thus her sibling, she will beg to stay to make sure they survive. If they are not human, she will ask to join to ensure they can close the breach and to get vengeance for her fallen sibling. If she is refused, the Inquisition will receive news of her aiding refugees.

She is a romance option for male and female dwarves, elves, and qunari.

Location(s)

In Haven, she can be found just outside the chantry, near the two sisters (?) who will talk about healing, and gossip about the chargers. At Skyhold she can be found with the surgeon when they first get there. Afterwards she can be found in the tower right next to the stables, next to Cullen’s tower. Inside she has set up a makeshift lab of sorts.

Specialization

She has access to the rift mage specialization because she always had an interest in the fade, and the breach led to her picking up some new skills (she would also be a force mage in da2, and they’re kind of similar), but she also has access to the traditional spirit healer specialization, with some extra abilities like Rejuvenate, which tops up someone’s mana/stamina.

Combat Dialogue

Entering Combat:

“Here we go again!”

“Try me!”

“You’re braver than most!”

“Be careful.”

“You’ll regret this!”

Kills an Enemy:

“Down you go!”

“I told you so!”

“You forced my hand.”

Low Health:

“I need... cover!”

“Potions! Who has potions!”

“Help!”

Companions Low Health:

“Someone cover Dorian!”

“The Inquisitor needs help!”

“Cassandra’s not looking great!”

“Maker, help Bull!”

“Give Sera some cover!”

Fallen Companions:

“Cole!”

“Dorian, NO!”

“Maker, NO! Inquisitor!”

“The Seeker is down!”

“Varric!”

Location Comments

The Hinterlands:

“All those refugees...”

“At least it’s pretty here.”

“Ferelden has seen so much war.”

Storm Coast:

“I love the rain!”

“Oh, I loved sailing here!”

“No wonder there are so many shipwrecks here.”

Crestwood:

(Old Crestwood) “All these poor spirits. They don’t want to be here, they just want to know what it’s like but they get stuck when they try to see for themselves. I hope they can find a way back before the worst happens.”

(In the caves) “I’m fairly certain that I can sense the rift beneath us.”

(In the caves) “Those poor people.”

(In the caves) “I wonder if there’s anything interesting here!”

The Western Approach:

“It’s so bright here. I can’t see!”

(Next to the poison hot springs) “I think I can smell the Blight here”

“I wonder how many forgotten ruins are here.”

Emerald Graves:

“Oh, it’s so pretty here!”

“I wonder what kind of flowers I could find here.”

“For the red templars to be here... makes me feel a bit sick.”

“It would be prettier without the Orlesian architecture.”

Exalted Plaines:

“Demons, the dead walking, an Orlesian civil war, and the Freemen. Only way it could be worse would be if there were darkspawn as well.”

“We should clear a way for that Dalish clan.”

“Right, raising the dead, because there’s no way that could go wrong.”

Emprise Du Lion:

“We left Skyhold just to go somewhere snowy. Lovely.”

“Making lyrium from people? I’m going to be sick.”

“Maker... this is worse than getting the blight. At least someone with that has a tiny little chance to become a Warden!”

Personal Quests

Blood on Your Hands:

Blood on Your Hands is Holly’s personal quest. Once she gets to a certain level of approval, Holly will approach the Inquisitor asking for help locating a tranquil mage she had protected when the circle rebelled. She offered to try to reverse her tranquility, but she refused. Unsure of what to do, she did as the Tranquil asked. She also reveals that they were friends when they were younger, and while Holly believes no mage should be made Tranquil, she believes that her friend was particularly undeserving.

The first step is a war table mission with Leliana as the only option. This will reveal that the tranquil’s last known location was a place in the Brecilian forest. Then the Inquisitor must take Holly to this place. Once there, much to Holly’s horror, they will discover that since the tranquil could not use her magic to defend herself, she was used as a blood sacrifice by a blood mage. It is quickly learned that she is not the only tranquil used as a blood sacrifice either. The Blood Mage says that something about the tranquil make his magic particularly powerful, and he wouldn’t have survived fighting against the templars any other way.

The Inquisitor can either allow Holly to kill the Blood Mage, her preferred outcome, or they can let the blood mage go. If Holly kills the Blood Mage, she will bitterly and mournfully finally open up about the Ostwick Circle’s rebellion. If the Blood Mage is let go, she will stay with the Inquisition, but will no longer be available as a companion. She will not respond if the Inquisitor tries to talk to her.

A Rose by Any Other Name:

This is her romance quest and it’s basically just a silly fetch quest about collecting flowers. Throughout the game, Holly’s love for flowers is very, very apparent, and during a particular cutscene she says something that gives the Inquisitor the idea to get her some fancy flowers. After the Inquisitor gives the specialized bouquet to her, she rewards them with... well I think you can fill in the blanks.

Trespasser

She’s stayed with the Inquisition working as the Inner Circle’s personal healer. At this point she has started making some headway into helping those infected with red lyrium. She helped Cullen with his lyrium addiction, and is perfecting ways to help with lyrium addictions as well. She goes not only to support the Inquisitor, but also just in case she’s needed.

In the epilogue it says that she is the leading researcher on Lyrium, and is working closely with Orzammar. When she is not working underground she stops by to help Cullen with the recovering templars. She also creates a prosthetic for the Inquisitor. She is well known for still being the Inner Circle’s personal healer when she can. She also stops in the middle of traveling to aid those who are in most need of her abilities.

Approval Gained

Helping the refugees in the Hinterlands and Emerald Graves

Helping the Dalish in the Exalted Plains

Killing Imshael

Freeing the people in Emprise Du Lion

Freeing the slaves in the Hissing Wastes

Telling the couple in Crestwood you won’t tell anyone where they were

Allying with the Mages (Greatly Approves)

Conscripting the Templars (Approves)

Helping everyone escape Haven

Saying you’ll represent the mages, or saying your main goal as Inquisitor is to stop Corypheus

Conscripting the Wardens

Any result that involves having more than one person rule Orlais

Having Morrigan go into the Well of Sorrows

Following the Petitioners Path

Convincing Calpernia to leave

Approval Lost

Agreeing to Imshael’s reward

Taking the reaver and templar specializations (because she’ll be worried about your health)

Conscripting the mages (Disapproves)

Allying with the Templars (Greatly Disapproves)

Failing to help people leave Haven

Saying you’ll use the Inquisition to make yourself stronger (or whatever that one is)

Banishing the Wardens

Gaspard or Celene ruling alone

Not following the Petitioners Path

The Inquisitor going into the Well of Sorrows

Fighting Calpernia

Trivia

If she and Cullen are not romanced, they will end up in a relationship together. Though, that’s after her calling him out about his views on mages.

She and Leliana get along scarily well.

She absolutely adores nature.

She’s like Cole’s fourth parent

In her fic (Like Lightning in a Bottle) she is both a companion and an advisor. Her title is simply Enchantress.

When they stayed in the Exalted Plains, she secretly healed one of the Halla.

Lightning is her preferred form of battle magic

She focuses on mental health as much as she does physical health

She has a very strong appreciation for the Wardens, though it is nowhere near Blackwall’s idolization

She knows Blackwall is lying right away

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