#LIKE JUST HOW MUCH IF BEING PULLED FROM KING ARTHUR FOR THIS GIRLIE

[artheresy]

OH I’M GOING TO BE SO ANNOYING ONCE 1.4 COMES OUT, I HOPE ALL OF YOU ARE PREPARED AND I HOPE ALL OF YOU ARE READY FOR ME TO RANT ABOUT WVERY SINGLE THOUGHT HCQ RELATED THAT COMES TO MY HEAD

Thinking about,, Blade v Jingliu,,, the shot of them sparring together back when he was Yingxing *sobs*

[vampiricpancake]

thanks for including me!!

What was your first impression of the game? Is this the first Cybird game you've ever played? When I first discovered this game me and a former friend were cracking up about the idea of dating these historical men and we played it as a joke. It is in fact the first and only Cybird game I've ever played.

Who was the character you liked most in the beginning, and is he still your fave? My favorite was Mozart since he was one of the three available routes at the time, although he is still one of my most liked characters, he is no longer my #1 fav sorry Mozart but Theo stole my heart

How you picked your first route, and whose route was it? Was your favorite suitor available when you first started playing? My friends had picked Leonardo and Napoleon's route so picked Mozart. Theo's route wasn't available until about over a year later but he had always been a character I was curious to learn more about.

An unavailable route you're looking forward to: Charles since he's the only option besides the new characters we know nothing about

A character you thought would be different than how he is: not sure, probably Sebastian since his route took me by surprise

Is there a suitor who you used to dislike, but eventually changed your opinion about? I use to not like Isaac that much but after reading his route, he's actually so cute! I personally think his route is my favorite despite him not even being in my top 5.

Do you remember your first story event? I don't really remember bc it was really hard to understand how to play them but it might have been Discipline Between the Sheets however I don't remember what the event was about.

Have you ever spent money on the game? Have you tried the free diamonds offers? Unfortunately yes and yes.

Do you have a favorite avatar item? Is it a plushie or maybe a unique hairstyle? I don't really care about the avatars so no to both.

Have you ever bought merch of your favorite ikevamp character? Yes, at Anime Expo last year I bought an acrylic stand of Theo as well as a mystery button with Arthur on it!

Have you ever mistakingly spent your stamina not in the story event? All the time

What's the luckiest you've ever been when it comes to the gacha? What about your most unlucky memory? Probably the time I got the card of Theo and King since I've wanted it for a while. My most unlucky......once I traded for the guaranteed 4 star token only to pull the same exact card I previously pulled that got me the trading tickets in the first place-

The slowliest you've ever completed a route vs the quickest: Slowest: probably like a month, quickest: like 2 weeks since I am bad to saving my story tickets.

Do you use your 5 free chapter tickets daily? I try my best to so that I can finish routes as soon as possible for those end of route rewards

A moment in a route that made you cry and a moment in a route that made you laugh: I don't think I've cried but reading Arthur's trauma in his side of the story makes me pretty emotional. As for funniest, probably just any interactions between suitors such as the History's Greatest Errand Boys kiss event or Theo and Arthur's "bromance"

Who is your favorite pureblood vampire? I'm a Leonardo girlie 100% I feel like he would give me constant anxiety with his spontaneous energy but I would love to learn more about him.

Do you have a favorite CG? What about a favorite card? My favorite CG is Theo's 4th birthday when he and MC are......... "cuddling" and also Theo with his shirt half off- wait a minute....... starting to sense a pattern here-

Any famous historical figures you wished were in ikevamp? Probably someone from WW2 or after I would be so interested to see how the boys react to how much the world changed and how they impacted it. I'd probably say someone like Alan Turing, I could imagine him being friends with Isaac and discussing math / science theories and being friendly academic rivals. Although I think it was also be interesting to have female characters like Amelia Earhart or Marilyn Monroe.

What card is currently on your home screen in the game? It's Leonardo dressed in modern clothing in a fancy restaurant.

What do you think about the suitors' pets? Which one is your favorite? I love how the all have their own silly little backstory and how they compliment their owners. I especially like Vic since his story is so silly and I always adore how much personality they give the little guy.

𝟒 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐈𝐤𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞!

Ikevamp EN launched on the 1st of July 2019 - maybe you were there since day one, or maybe you've only started playing recently: here's a little game to celebrate! You simply answer the questions and (optionally) tag the people whose answers you'd love to see next! Happy 4th anniversary to all ikevamp players! 🎉🎉🎉

*~if you feel like sharing, you can find the days in the mansion counter in your profile in the game and add it to your questions ~* Also, while reading other people's answers, mind that there might be spoilers!

What was your first impression of the game? Is this the first Cybird game you've ever played?

Who was the character you liked most in the beginning, and is he still your fave?

How you picked your first route, and whose route was it? Was your favorite suitor available when you first started playing?

An unavailable route you're looking forward to:

A character you thought would be different than how he is:

Is there a suitor who you used to dislike, but eventually changed your opinion about?

Do you remember your first story event?

Have you ever spent money on the game? Have you tried the free diamonds offers?

Do you have a favorite avatar item? Is it a plushie or maybe a unique hairstyle?

Have you ever bought merch of your favorite ikevamp character?

Have you ever mistakingly spent your stamina not in the story event?

What's the luckiest you've ever been when it comes to the gacha? What about your most unlucky memory?

The slowliest you've ever completed a route vs the quickest:

Do you use your 5 free chapter tickets daily?

A moment in a route that made you cry and a moment in a route that made you laugh:

Who is your favorite pureblood vampire?

Do you have a favorite CG? What about a favorite card?

Any famous historical figures you wished were in ikevamp?

What card is currently on your home screen in the game?

What do you think about the suitors' pets? Which one is your favorite?

Have fun answering! 💕

[ofweaslxy]

There was something so comforting about being at the Burrow. This wasn’t the first time Harry had been at the Weasley home and it surely won’t be the last. But lying in the cot in the room he was sharing with his best friend, listening to the soft snores that he knew he wouldn’t have been able to sleep without because he was so used to hearing it by now, he realized how lucky Ron was to have a home like the Burrow and to have a family like the Weasleys.

He wasn’t sure what was keeping him up. He had had a long day of doing chores for Molly and he was tired, but his mind was racing. He was thinking of all the possibilities of the life he should have had. He was thinking of what his home would have looked like if his parents were still alive. Would Lily and James love him as much as Molly and Arthur loved Ron? Would they love him as much as Molly and Arthur already loved him? He could see how they looked at him. It wasn’t the same way the people that recognized him along the streets of Diagon Alley looked at him. It was one of understanding, caring, and it was unconditional. It was the look only a parent could give their child.

He couldn’t help but to wonder what he had done to deserve that kind of love, especially from people who had been complete strangers before they had met at King’s Cross his first year at Hogwarts. it confused him and put him on edge. He was always expecting to be told he was doing something wrong, that he was a burden or that he was in the way and only ever caused problems. Being able to feel the love of a mother and father, it gave him a sense of panic that it would all come crashing down around him and that this was all a dream. But despite his sense of dread that this could end at any moment, he soaked it in as much as possible when he could because he was old enough to realize that family, in fact, wasn’t just blood family. Family also meant people you chose to be family. The Weasley family chose him to be a part of his family. He tried his best to repay them back, even if it meant spending all day doing chores the Weasley children refused to do. It allowed him to feel like he wasn’t just bumming around and he was earning his keep.

Molly had told him that he didn’t need to, that he wasn’t here to work. It was summer break, after all. But she eventually stopped and allowed him to. Usually it was just cleaning the dirty dishes, which she had reminded him she could charm to clean themselves. He enjoyed the quiet, maternal presence that was Molly Weasley floating around in the kitchen, though, putting ingredients away from that night’s dinner as he cleaned the dishes. He enjoyed smelling her perfume and that night’s cooking on her whenever she would put a clean dish away in a cupboard right next to him. It was a comfort he never got from Petunia growing up and he relished in it. He often offered to do dishes in order to be closer to her. He hesitantly gravitated towards her as a mother and he found that the longer he stayed at the Burrow, the more he sought out the comforting presence of Molly Weasley.

He was on the verge of sleep when he realized Ron had woken up and he heard the sound of his footsteps walking across the room. He figured the redhead was going to the bathroom, which was unusual considering the man usually slept through the night. But he didn’t think much of it until minutes passed and Ron didn’t come back.

Curious as to what Ron could be doing, he sleepily swung his feet over the edge of his cot, stood up and walked quietly towards the door. He opened it and made his way down the many stairs that belonged to the Burrow, not expecting anyone to be up at this time of night. But when he made it down to the ground level, he noticed the light from the fire in the hearth playing along the floor in Molly and Arthur’s room. He tiptoed closer to the door and peaked quietly around the door frame. He wasn’t surprised to see Molly Weasley awake still. But he was surprised to see Ron lying next to her, on his side, his body resting against his mothers and his head buried in the crook of her shoulder. She had charmed her knitting needles to knit by themselves as Molly looked down at her son and spoke softly to him. He was barely holding onto consciousness, a soft smile on his face as she continued talking to him.

Molly’s attention turned towards the door frame when she saw the flash of dark black hair peek into the room and knew it was Harry she had heard walking down the stairs. “Is everything alright, love?” she called out softly. Harry didn’t think she had seen or heard him walking down the stairs and turned beet red. He made his way into the room and hesitated in the door frame, looking down at his feet, not wanting to make eye contact. He couldn’t help but to notice that there was a presence in the room that said he wasn’t in trouble. Had he been at the Dursley’s house, he would have been able to cut the air with a knife, but now, it was more the curiosity of what are you doing up still? But without hesitation, he walked in and crawled onto the other side of the bed from Ron. It wasn’t just the sleep deprivation that had made him do it, it was the months and years of having the entire wizarding world on his shoulders that made him do it.  Molly scooted closer to Ron, which in turn made Ron scoot over closer to Arthur’s side of the bed so they could make room for Harry on the other side of her. With Ron’s arm lying across Molly’s body Harry mirrored Ron and rested his head in the crook of her shoulder and used her as a pillow. He held onto consciousness long enough to the knitting needles. Arthur was working a long day at work again. It was his way of keeping his mind off of the death of Fred, so Molly was often found in bed, sleeping or, on the rare occasion, knitting. 

Harry was intrigued. He watched as the needles stitched the yarn around themselves and how quickly they were able to do it. He felt Molly's presence and the sound of the knitting needles pushing him closer to sleep. Molly looked over at Harry, not sure where this was coming from. While he had never deliberately pulled away from her affectionate touch or told her he was uncomfortable with it, it was evident he didn’t get a lot of it from the Dursleys. She could tell he was confused by it and didn’t know what to do with it. Or, like during the triwizard tournament, he was so starved of that motherly affection that he held on tightly. He held on so tightly she wasn’t sure he would ever let go. Molly pulled the comforter up so Harry was encompassed in it. Molly rarely ever had children cuddling with her anymore. Ginny, being the only girl, stopped cuddling with her sooner than her brothers. She didn’t want them to think she was too girly for wanting cuddles. 

“Couldn’t sleep without Ron snoring too loudly?” she asked as she smoothed the material against his body. He let out a soft sigh of comfort. “He gets that from Arthur.” Molly had a way of making him comfortable. He couldn’t help but to laugh.

“Mhm,” the nineteen-year-old breathed in agreement. 

“I’m the same way. I have a hard time sleeping without Arthur snoring,” Molly replied. It was why she was up so late, knitting. It had been a rough few months since the Battle of Hogwarts. A majority of the Weasley family, and that included Harry, didn’t get out of bed for a long time after. The Weasleys mourning Fred and Harry the unknown of what will happen now that he finally finished what Dumbledore had set out for him to finish, on top of mourning the deaths of so many. Feeling Molly wrap the comforter around him, allowing him to rest his head in the pit of her shoulder, it allowed a warmth to wash over him that he had never experienced before. The only other time he had ever experienced anyone affectionately touch him as much as Molly did was when he dated Ginny (they weren’t officially back together yet, but they were unofficially officially together again). He was so starved of basic human contact that it still struck him how it made him feel afterwards. He felt true happiness. 

“Are you okay, sweetie?” she asked, once more reiterating the question she had asked earlier. He took a deep breath in, smelling the perfume he now associated with Molly and the Burrow, and let it out, letting all of the worry of being kicked out of the Burrow leave his body with the breath of air. Molly could feel his body relax and smiled when she noticed his eyes start to droop. He rubbed his eyes softly.

“Yeah,” he hummed softly. She rubbed his back, allowing him to fall asleep quickly. The last thought he recalled thinking before both him and Molly fell asleep was this is what home feels like.

[mimiswitchywrites]

Not A Burden: Chapter 4

TW: SH references, attempted s****de and references, child/s***al a**se references (not graphic but enough that could be triggering)

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Gaius watched as the young girl shuffled in her sleep. She had tears trailing down her cheeks and was sweating profusely. He soaked the cloth again, pressing it against her head, cheeks and chest, and prayed to whatever was out there that the poor girl would be okay. He was well versed in the world of nightmares – his years caring for Morgana has assured that – but rarely had he seen someone with ones such as this.

The only time, he thought, was Charlie. He had returned from enemy territory a changed man. He could hardly keep his eyes closed longer than a minute before seeing the atrocities he had faces in their dungeons. The poor man ended up with a case of hysteria and walked off one day with only the clothes on his back, and never returned. Now, with more knowledge, Gaius hoped he could treat her before she ended that way.

Her right arm was healing nicely – scabbing over – but her left was in far from ideal condition. Arthur had reported that she had hit it on his chest plate at some point, and others had mentioned her picking at the wraps which seemed to amount to a slight infection. She had lost too much blood before being able to rest properly and the fact that she hadn’t collapsed into a sweating mess earlier truly impressed the aged physician. She was weak, both mentally and physically, and there was little he could do.

He dabbed her skin with the cloth again.

--

The candles in the tavern were burning low and with it came Gwaine’s high. He had drowned himself in ale, mead, cider and wine as soon as he had returned home (whether home was Camelot or The Rising Sun was still up for debate) and, even after two days, he showed no sign of stopping. At first, the other knights – both those of the Round Table and not – had joined him. Many a game of dice and cards were played, but eventually they left.

They always will. Another gulp of whatever was in his tankard, he’d lost track.

He traced the patterns on the table with his finger (fingers? He couldn’t tell how many were really there anymore) and felt his eyes growing heavy. He found a face in the wood, with thin lips and an angular jaw – it reminded him of his first infatuation. His first rejection. A final gulp.

His forehead found the table and snores soon followed.

--

Arthur sat at his desk, holding a blank piece of parchment and his favourite quill – the one Merlin had given him. He was trying to write a speech for an upcoming council meeting but all he could think about was his manservant. The, usually joyous, man had been distracted since they had arrived back, and he was unsure what to do about this. If Merlin were a knight, he would propose a fight or Torny or hunting trip (maybe not, that could be in bad taste even if he were a knight) but Merlin was not. Merlin was a country boy that practically cried at the thought of killing a fly, let alone fighting a full human with swords and armour. The king was stumped.

He wanted Merlin to smile again. They had barely performed their usual banter, all attempts by Arthur had fallen flat. He had even called Arthur ‘sire’ but it had none of it’s usual sarcasm, it seemed genuine which left an odd taste in Arthurs mouth. No, it would not do.

He slammed the parchment down, placing the quill next to it gently, and dropped his head in his hand. A frustrated groan escaped his lips.

A knock on the door interrupted his spiralling.

“Enter.”

Merlin stumbled in, basket in his arms. Merlin never knocks. The king squinted, discomfort over the situation growing. Giving up, he finally asked the question that had been plaguing him for days: “what’s wrong with you?”

Merlin’s head shot up from where it was rummaging through the pile of dirty clothes. He turned to face Arthur; confusion painted over his features. His eyebrows were pulled in, emphasising those lines in the middle of his forehead. His lips fell open and Arthur forced himself not to focus on them, and what they could do or where he wanted them to be.

“What?” As if Arthur ever had a reason to think Merlin was being formal with him.

“You’ve resembled the back end of a cat for days now. I don’t like it,” upon noticing Merlin smile as if about to make a remark about how the king cared or some other equally girly falsehood, he added, “it’s been affecting your work ethic. Be normal again.” He nodded, there, fixed it.

Merlin’s smile grew and Arthur’s heart began to swell. “If I didn’t know any better sire, I’d say you were worried about me.” Not quite fixed it would seem.

“Yes, well, good thing you’re an idiot then, eh?”

Merlin opened his mouth again and so Arthur gripped the cup next to him, prompting the boy to run out the room with his basket. A smile wormed its way onto Arthur’s face. He was glad to have his Merlin back, even if just for a moment.

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Sir Leon prided himself on being King Arthurs longest standing and most loyal knight. He liked to think he knew the man like a true brother and so he also liked to think he knew when his brother was not acting normally. Hearing that he had shouted at a young, injured girl was a clear sign that he was not acting normally. He had wanted to talk to the girl first but, after bumping into Merlin (the poor boy and his basket almost went flying) and finding out that she wasn’t able to have visitors yet, he decided that he should get answers out of Arthur first.

Something Leon discovered early on about Arthur: he does not appreciate being told that he was wrong. While he has a huge heart and wishes the best for all in his kingdom, knowing he has done someone wrong leads him down a sad pit for days and so he tends to reject the notion. Being the one to tell him of his misdoings is not an enjoyable task.

Leon steeled himself as he stood outside the large oak doors. The guards – Thomas and Shaun – nodded at him respectfully before moving out the way for him. He knocked on the door: two quick raps, a single, and then another two. He heard the muffled “come in” from inside and obeyed, taking a final deep breath before doing so.

Arthur was sat, face in his hands with that smile that Leon had begun associating with a recent visit from a certain raven-haired servant. He had a light blush coating his cheeks and a star struck look in his eyes. Leon cleared his throat, bringing Arthur back to reality.

Reality didn’t have anywhere near enough Merlin in it.

“Sir Leon,” he coughed, voice dropping to his usual octave, “what can I do for you?” He gestured to a chair next to the fire and moved from the desk taking the other one for himself. Leon, after thinking about it for a second, sat. He tried to keep his feet still as he mulled over the best way to broach the subject of his visit.

“Well, and I mean no offence over this, I have no desire to attack you Sire—”

“You’re bumbling almost as much as Merlin, Leon. Come out with it, it’s alright.”

The knight cleared his throat, chuckling a little at Arthurs comment. “Right, well, I wanted to ask you about the girl.”

“Miriam.”

“Miriam, yes. I have heard confusing reports of something you said to her.” He watched Arthur’s face. His nostrils were flaring and there was a slight tic near his right eyebrow that Leon had learnt over the years meant frustration. “And” he continued, slightly quieter this time, “I was hoping you could shed some light on the situation?”

Arthur stood up, retrieving a goblet and the pitcher of wine that Merlin had left on his table that morning. He filled the cup, downed it, and filled it again, making his way back to his seat.

“What would you like to know?” He refused to make eye contact, staring into the dying flames instead. He must get Merlin to tend to the fire whenever he returns.

“What happened? I struggle to believe that you intended to hurt or scare her.”

Arthur let out a breathy laugh, smile not reaching his eyes. “I’m glad you have such faith in me, Leon.” He finally looked up at him, noticing how anxious the man was to be asking such questions of his friend. “You are right, I meant no harm to her, but harm is what I brought regardless.” He frowned, taking a large swig of his wine. “She got up in the middle of the night and disappeared into the wood. I couldn’t hear or see her, and it concerned me. I couldn’t take the idea that we had found yet another person wanting to harm those I… care for.” He tipped back the last of his drink, Gwaine would be proud. “Turned out she had just gone to relieve herself and, as she turned back to camp, we bumped into each other. She hit her arm on my armour and I said somethings that maybe I shouldn’t have.”

“It was all an accident then?” Arthur nodded, eyes on the embers again. “So why has the story been twisted so?”

“I may have argued with Lancelot about the situation and made it worse for myself.”

Leon bit his tongue, wanting to suggest the King apologise but knowing it would be far from a wise idea. “I understand, Sire. Have you visited her since?” he asked, knowing the answer was no. As expected, the king shook his head, inhaling deeply. “Perhaps you could arrange a time to see her with Merlin?”

“Perhaps.”

The conversation clearly over, Leon left, leaving his friend to brood over the situation. He took no joy in questioning Arthur or pushing him so, but it was important to do every so often.

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Gwen peeled the carrots as Elyan brought the water to a boil, adding twigs to the fire occasionally. They had spent the last year getting into a stable routine together having not lived in the same home since they were teens. It was often silent in the hut, both consumed by their thoughts of work and their friends, but when they talked, gods did they talk. It was as if Elyan never left, conversation flowing all night long. They would laugh, joke, hug, cry on occasion, and they would be siblings again.

Now though, with carrots being cut up small, Gwen was in her head.

She had been tending to Miri as she slept when she had no other duties to take care of. Since Morganas disappearance, she didn’t often have other duties. The woman, likely around Gwen’s age, fascinated her. She looked a lot like Morgana did, maybe that was what drew her in. The way her black hair framed her face and her eyebrows furrowed in her sleep. The light brown spots that marked her cheeks were like none she had ever seen before. She wanted nothing more than to talk with her and find out what led her to the forest all those days ago. Gwen found her heart aching thinking of how lonely one must feel to do something like that.

Elyan took the chopping board from in front of his sister and emptied the carrots into the pot above the flames. He watched her as she stared at nothing, face scrunched in worry. She had been like this since meeting the girl and it concerned him. He put his hand on her shoulder, pulling her back. She placed her hand on his, smiled, and returned to preparing the dinner.

That night, as she lay in the rickety bed at the back of their house, she thought about Miri once more. She didn’t understand the feelings swelling in her chest – they were different from the ones she felt with Lancelot all those years ago, but she couldn’t figure out how. She turned onto her side, huffing out a frustrated breath. Morgana would understand, she always did, even when she didn’t.

The day Morgana ran away left a hole in Camelot’s heart. In Gwen’s heart. She had thought her Lady, her friend, could trust her but as she read the note that was left on the hut table, she realised just how wrong she was. She knew Morgana had been struggling with her dreams, with her magic (something that Gwen still hadn’t told anyone about) but she thought that, with Gwen by her side, she would be able to get through it. That they would get through it, together.

A lump grew in her throat and tears pricked at her eyes. She was so tired of crying over what could never be.

And seeing Merlin and Arthur as they were, knowing that, now Arthur was king, they could finally be something more than longing glances, it broke her.

She sat up, pulling her knees into her chest as the water trailed down her cheeks. She was so happy for her friends; for the love that was blooming, but sometimes she hated what they represented. They were everything she could never have. The way they would curl up close on cold nights away from home, the way Merlin would rest a hand on Arthur’s shoulder as he read whatever he was working on, the way Arthur made sure Merlin had a seat right next to him in council meetings. Although she knew they hadn’t talked about it properly, she knew they would end up married in all but title one day and even that could happen if Arthur was brave enough to fight the lords on the matter.

Her chest tightened and she could swear she felt her heart breaking all over again.

[cartooness]

Bby Lav AU

OKAY SO

ME AND MY LOVE @thefearanddespair CAME UP WITH THIS AU LIKE 2 WEEKS AGO AND I JUST REALIZED I NEVER TRULY POSTED IT SO HERE IT IS. WARNING IT’S HELLA LONG.

PINK HOLY SHIT

 WHAT IF EVERYONE FOUND LAV AS A TODDLER

 INSTEAD OF BEING 14, SHE'S 4

 EVERYTHING IS THE SAME EXCEPT SHE'S 10 YEARS YOUNGER

 AS WELL AS ALL THE FRIENDS

 DECAN SINGS LULLABIES

 SHE IS ALWAYS HOLDING SOMEONE'S HAND

 PIGTAILS

 “The moon sings me to sleep every night”

“The MOON?”

“Yeah! He’s very nice, I love Moon uncle”

Lav to a friend as a 4yr old bby

 And she makes friends with mason when they're 7!!

 Super childhood friends to lovers

 Y E S

 And she's always sleeping in someone's room. She doesn't like being alone

 There is always a child's blankey in all the rooms for whenever she wants to sleep with someone

 Someone- Oh can I schedule an appointment on this day?

Hadley- Oh I'm so sorry but that day is taken. I can put you for... a week from now?

Someone- Alright.

 Hadley was actually just rocking lav to sleep.

 SO CUUUTE

 UMBRELLA DAD. THEY'RE TRUE DADS NOW. ALL OF THEM.

 LAV IS STILL POWERFUL AF

 Father’s Day is a BITCH for her lmao

 Ok so she's at like Vivi's house or apartment whatever, and she drops her off at HQ, and there's a giant roll of easel paper, taller than bby lav, with all her dad's on there

 AND THEY'RE TRYING NOT TO CRY

 Or failing in Decan’s case.

 Bby Lav gets a hold of Hadley’s umbrella wand.

Hijinks ensue.

 >:)))))))))

 ÒwÓ

 Otto has to literally YEET Hadley into the fucking sky to grab her, grab the wand, and float safely to the ground again.

 LMAOOOO

 Hadders- Othello. Throw me.

Otto- Um??

Hadders- JUST DO IT

 And then they’re floating down, and Hadley’s cradling the Bby in one arm, holding his umbrella up with the other.

 Like Eclipsa with Meteora lmao

 Y E S. I M LOVE

 If Lav can ever teleport, she and Decan could do the thing Glimmer and Angella do in that last episode of season 3.

 You know, the teleport and catch thing.

 SHE CAN. SHE CAN TELEPORT

 Decan flying after her and catching her and all that in his winged form. Or even Otto doing that!

 Y E S

 Hadley is subsequently freaking the fuck out on the ground.

 PLAYTIME WITH FUN PAPAS

 WITH WORRIED MOM

 “PUT HER DOOOOOWWWWWN!”

Otto proceeds to blow him a rather Loud raspberry lmao

 AND LAV GIGGLING LIKE CRAZY, "AGAIN, AGAIN!!!"

Otto- you heard the little lady!! Again!

 Hadley: “ARE YOU ACTUALLY JOKING ME???”

And Otto blows another raspberry. And makes a rather crude joke.

And Hadley is jusT O F F E ND

 LAV IS A VERY ACTIVE BABY

 THEY'RE ALWAYS CHASING HER THROUGH THE HOUSE OR AT PARKS AND STUFF.

 HER KITTY EYES ARE MORE IRRESISTIBLE THAN BEFORE.

 SHE STILL HAS BEANS AND PURRING

 Hadley: *Bitching at Otto*

Otto: “PBBPPBRBTBRBRPT!! Jeeez, Hadley, all that hot air you’re blowin’ is contagious, crack a window wont’cha?”

Hadley: *Pterodactyl screeching*

 LMAOOOOO

 Hadders- BUT MY BABY DOWN BEFORE I BEAT YOUR BUTT!!

Decan- MAKE US.

 Otto- SHE'S OUR BABY TOO, YA KNOW!

 Meanwhile Lav is enjoying the silly stuff her papas are fighting over and is thrilled of being tossed around. XD

 Decan’s just laughing and twirling and stuff. He’s all just “It’s fiiiiiine!”

 :OOOOOO

LAV IN KINDERGARTEN SHOWING ALL THE KIDS HER BIG ASS EXTENDED FAMILY.

 Lav’s presence just screams ‘Gay Rights’ to all the other little kids.

 Even if not all of the parents agree.....

They get told off

 Lav- And this is all my papas!! They all love each other very much.

The teacher- Lavender, sweetie, did you say that your "papas" all.... love each other?

Lav- Yeah!! Daniel and Cecil love each other. Decan and Otto love each other. Lewis, Vivi, and Arthur love each other. Merlin and Quentin love each other. And Percy and Hadley don't have love yet.

The teacher- *grimace*

Some kid- You're dad's are all *insert slur here*!!!

Lav- Stop, that's mean!!

Some kid- No it's not, it's true!!

And he gets shoved out if his desk.

And poor bby lav comes crying when they pick her up, explaining how all the kids made fun of her and her family.

 Hadley then calls in to the office when he picks her up from school that day.

 He has a few words XD

 A few.....very polite, very CHOICE words.

 And then he’s like to Lavender.

“Now, I’m not one to spoil children, but I do believe that an ice cream....or two....is warranted at a time like this.”

And that means a lot when HADLEY’S the one doing the treating. The responsible, rule-driven and sometimes strict parent.

 YES BIG LOVE.

 “Just....don’t tell anyone else. They’ll have me strung upon a wall, or....thrown in the stocks.”

Very old fashioned boi lmao

 Lav, a good girl, - Okay Papa Hadley!

 And she proceeds to eat two scoops of peaches and cream ice cream.

 Adorable.

 I know!!

AND COULD YOU IMAGINE? BABY MASON?

 They're in the same first grade class and they're table buddies!!!

 They probably have play dates all the time!!

 AND SHE MAKES HIM THINGS OUT OF MAGIC SOMETIMES

 7 year old Lav- Mason, Mason!!! Look what I can do!! *makes a pinecone out of magic*

7 year old Mason- :OOO THAT'S SO COOL LAV!!!!

 This is way too fucking cute, I can’t.

 Mason, showing his pinecone to Kyle, then Nicole, - NICKY, LOOK WHAT LAV MADE ME!!!!

Pre Transition Kyle- Woah! That's so cool!!!

Mason - I'm gonna keep it in my box of special things, where it'll be safe!!!

 BBY LAV PLAYING WITH OTTO AND DECAN’S NON-HUMAN PARTS?

Pointy ears, Tails, Wings, Dec’s Horns, Otto’s Fangs

 YES YES YES SHE WOULD

 “Woooow! You’ve got weally big teeth, Papa Otto!”

Or

“You have vewwy pwetty wings Papa Decan!”

 And they’re just....melting.

 I'M LOVE I'M LOVE

 OR PLAYING WITH DANIEL AND CECIL HAIR. OR ANYONE'S HAIR IN GENERAL

 Hadley’s super long and thicc hair lmao

 Y E S

 One day, Hadley's hair is just. Covered in hair accessories.

 And lav says to keep them in all day. And so he does.

 And it takes like half an hour to take all of them out lmaooo

 WHEN OTTO COMES HOME FROM LIKE TRAINING OR SOMETHING AND HE'S ALL BEAT UP, LAV AND DECAN CLEAN UP HIS WOUNDS, BUT LAV PUTS LIKE PRINCESS BAND AIDS ON ALL THE SCRATCHES AND STUFF.

Someone- Why do you have... girly band aids all over you?

Otto- the doctor said I had to keep these on and if I take them off I will die.

 He’s sitting in a chair, like, grumbling as Cecil and Daniel have to take them out.

ALSO ABSOLUTELY HE WOULD DO THAT!

 Big Masculine Buff Man.

Princess Bandaids. And they’re, like, his pride and joy.

 Awwww!!

 Best part of getting beat up. Lav gives him the Princess bandaids. He says they make him look badass.

Proud Papa.

 Cecil’s a fashion designer.

Bby fashion.

 :OOOOOOOOOOOO

 I D E A S

 YOU KNOW HOW LAV LIKES TO BE COMFY? SHE PROBABLY HAS A BUNCH OF CUTE SWEATERS THAT SHE WEARS ALL THE TIME

 ALL HER DADS LOVE HER TO BITS AND YOU WILL DIE IF YOU MESS WITH THEIR SHARED BABY GIRL

OMG. PARENT TEACHER CONFERENCE THINGS.

 GASP. LAV LEARNING ABOUT THE LGBT COMMUNITY. SHE'S 4 INSTEAD OF 14 WHEN SHE LEARNS.

 Also YES all of that is über wholesome

 Otto goes and when people are, like, homophobic or whatever, he sorta lounges back, feet on the table, and does his sorta ‘Blow-Raspberry-Fart-Jokes’ routine that he loves so much at all the other people and they’d be like ‘Honestly this is an grown-up affair, why don’t you act your age you disgusting slob of a man’ and he’s just like ‘Really? Then why don’t y’all stop acting like a bunch of whiny children, whining about the 21st century? Then maybe I’ll treat y’all like adults and this meeting like something important. (Otto is the king of Fart Jokes lmao. He’s a big old child.

And terribly dad-like like that. It’s just one of the truths about him.)

 OMG IMAGINE MASONDER

 Okay so, they're both like, 12 I guess, and it's Lavender's birthday, and Mason gives her like, a really cute stuffed animal, and she Instantly Loves, and she gives him a big hug and a peck on the face.

 Cue awkward silence

 Everyone sees.YES EXACTLY

 Big old moment.

Baby’s First Kiss

 Mason, not knowing what to do, just returns the favor.

 And Lav is almost about to DIE FROM HER MASSIVE BLUSHING.  Mason's fucking. Avoiding all eye contact with everyone, and it's a very uncomfortable silence.

 And finally Lav breaks the silence by grabbing his face and kissing him.

EVERYONE IS LOSING THEIR SHIT

 Hadley, in the back of the room,

"IS THIS ALLOWED!?!?!? IS THIS ALLOWED!?!?!?

Emotional Moment.

And the supposedly steel-hearted Hadley finally breaks down crying. All that internal emotion becomes external emotion.

(And his makeup gets smudged, and it’s all crazy and emotional.)

Otto fucking SCOOPS Lavender up into his big, hairy arms and hugs her. All “HELL YEAH GIRL! How’d it feel!? What was it like?! I know he’s not as good a kisser as D-EEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAKKKK-an, but STILL!” He had that emotional bat-screech moment.

And Decan’s just a blubbering mess. All proud Daddy style. They grow up so fast and all that.

 Mason- ARE YOU ALL OKAY?!?! AM I IN TROUBLE?!?!

Vivi just cheers. Mama Bear style.

 And Lewis is all

"I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU HURT HER IN ANYWAY I WILL BREAK YOU: Mason, scared,- Y-yes sir. I'll um, I'll be good, I promise.

Hadley’s like that too. But a lot less overt.

And a lot more shadow-over-the-face serious.

 He pulls Mason aside for Tea, and has a full on discussion with him over it. Making for DAMN sure he knows what he’s getting into, and making damn sure that Mason has no intention of in any way fucking around and breaking her heart.

 Mason, at the end of it all,- Yes, sir, I understand. Am I free to go?

Hadley - Yes. But remember, I'm always watching. *does that I've got my eyes on you tea sip thing*

And he IS!

 The following week, Hadley pulls aside Lav and asks all about her and Mason. Plot twist is that he KNOWS. And is testing to see whether or not she reproduces what he’s already seen. To test wether or not she’s lying. And if she IS, Mason told her to lie and he’s bricked.

He’s terribly cunning like that.

 The following week, Hadley pulls aside Lav and asks all about her and Mason.

 Lav- Aw, I'm glad you asked! He's so cute, that Button. Anyway, we've been eating lunch together and we shared a cookie, um, we held hands a lot, what else, um, please don't be um, mad, but, um, we kinda..... fell asleep together while you were at work.

Hadders- Oh I know.

Lav- What?

Hadley: Lavender, Darling, you should know by now. I make it my business to know everything. The surname ‘Trivia’ doesn’t come for free.

He could easily pull an Eclipsa and cast some sort of All-Seeing-Eye.

Hadley doesn’t see limits when he’s protecting someone. He’s willing to go as far as it takes.

 Lav- Are you mad at me? I mean, we weren't doing anything, like, BAD, but still, if you don't want us to do that we'll stop.

 H: On the contrary! I’m very happy with you. You passed the test.

I was watching you both. The whole time. And I wanted to be sure that he hadn’t convinced you to lie to me if you were asked. Or, heaven forbid, you lie on your own will. And you didn’t lie at all!

Lav- Oh. Uh, cool! I guess! Also, he is a very good cuddle partner. Just thought I'd say that. Also his hair is really soft and it's fun to play with. And- *proceeds to ramble on about Mason lol*

 Hadley then just sorta sits down and conjures some coffee for himself.

She's in love, Hadley!!!! Yep lol

 And Ashley, on the other hand, is listening to a very happy mason go on about Lavender and it's adorable. He announced to Kyle (he had just transitioned) over the house phone about his new relationship with Lav and Kyle's so happy for him and, of course, teases a bit, but asks for all the details.

 They're Those (tm) friends who love info dumping about things they're passionate about.

Omg, imagine Lav going on and on about Mason to Decan and Otto. They’re just sorta babbling with her. Otto TRIES to give relationship advice but he’s just.... Terrible, it’s terrible advice lmao. He’s just trying.

And Decan’s laughing his li’l head off.

Decan, fanboying,- Oh my goodness, Peaches!! You guys are so CUTE!!!!! When's the wedding~~~

Lav- DECAN!!!!!! Ò//////Ó

 Decan - I'M JOKING. *mostly anyway, they still get married after college graduation*

 O: “K, you gotta try and outsmart him into letting you kill him! But you’ll find as you go that you’re actually falling for him and he’s falling for you too and it goes from there! And you can win him over with pick-up lines or fart jokes or by rapping for him as he sings along and I got notebooks for that sorta stuff if ya-“

D: *While laughing* “Otto, darling, c’mmoooooonnn! That advice sucks, not everybody falls for that crude humour and personality like I did, you know!”

O: “Psh! Oh yeah! Watch her try it and watch it work like a charm!”

D: “Oh yes, a charm, indeed.~ If your ‘embrace your inner animal’ way works then naturally my way would happen next, wouldn’t it? Soften you to mush and then claim that mush as mine.”

O: “Oh, ya li’l SCAMP! GET IN HERE!”

*Otto then proceeds to pull Decan in and noogie him between his horns as he laughs and kicks.*

 OMG THAT'S SO CUTE

Lav- Uhhhhh. I think I'll just. Go with the flow and maybe I'll try and kiss him again on Friday. Might bring a flavored lip gloss with me that day....

Decan- OOOH, SOMEONE HAS PLANS!!!!

Lav- DECAN, PLEASE!!!! ÒÒ///////ÓÓ

 ~~Otto got REALLY lucky finding someone as naturalist and oblivious to human sociality as Decan, let’s be honest, if ‘inner-beast’ crudeness and rude-fraternity-boy charm is his play style lmao~~

O: “Decan, we’re gonna be there and we’re gonna bring the MP3.”

D: “Love-songs, Yes? Can do.”

O: “Warm up those vocal chords!”

D: “Only if you warm up yours.”

O: “We’re gonna give them the best ambience EVER!”

D: “Historical. It shall be written down and carried down till the end of time!”

O: “HELL YEAH! VÁMONOS!”

 Lav- uh, you don't have to do that, it'll be like. Maybe after school? In the courtyard?

They’re, like, playfully pouty like ‘Fiiiiiiiiiiiine.’ But really they’re just happy for her.

 God, Otto and Percy are, like, the disaster parents for Lav. Especially for Bby lav.

Otto, especially, would absolutely ADORE Lav. I can’t speak entirely for Percy but I feel like they’d love her a whole bunch, but god, Otto absolutely adores Lavender.

 AWWWWW

Big, buff, tuff, ill-mannered-gentleman Vamp Dad and his li’l goddess.

 OMG HOLY FUCK NUGGETS YOU KNOW THAT THING? WHERE IT'S TWO ADULTS AND ONE BBY IN THE MIDDLE? DECAN, LAV, AND OTTO. Y E S. OR WITH ANY COUPLE ACTUALLY. AND THEN THEY SWING BBY LAV OVER LIKE CURBS AND STUFF AND AHHHH I'M SOMFT. SO CUUUTE!!!! OOH IN THIS AU, MASON AND LAV ARE STILL HELLA CUDDLY AND SNUGGLY. Gonna stop doing all caps lol. Anyway, masonder happens a bit earlier, but they've been friends for like 5 years at the time they are a Thing, so yeah haha. They are THE cutest thing ever. Always holding hands, face holding, sharing food, small pecks on the face, all that cute stuff uwu. They're in 7th grade btw. Both 12. They're relationship is steady and lasts all throughout middle school and high school. (Yes. They are the DEFINITION of an "Endgame Ship.") And then after they do the whole college thing, they tie the knot, have a baby, and live happily ever after uwu. :P

( This next bit is from a comic I did lol)

 QUENTIN GAVE HER THE KNIFE

Otto: “LAV, YOU CAN’T HAVE A KNIFE!!!

Have a crossbow, it’s much more powerful.” “Just don’t go staking papa Otto through the chest, now! It’s bad for me!”

 Lav- Oh cool! What about a sword! I'll be careful, I promise! And Hadley’s losing his mind lol Decan: *Does the moon butterfly magic sword thing*

“Here you are!” Bby Lav-

>:OOOOOOOO I'M GONNA KILL HOMOPHOBIC PEOPLE!!!

Hadley- Lav, honey, that's illegal.

Lav- But Mx. Percy does illegal stuff all the time!! Hadley: *Scoops Lavender up and Mary-Poppins flies the fuck out* YES

And that's what we came up with lmao

[themalhambird]

37 for Isabelle?

Everything’s happened too quickly. 

Isabelle was supposed to have days, between marrying the English King and needing to go back to his home with him- where have they gone? The Wedding is still at the forefront of her mind - it was terrifying, and exhilarating, and the excitement of it is still there, but it’s fading rapidly to anxiety as she realises that now it’s over, and so is the time allotted for farewells and a whirlwind of packing…

She’s going to leave France, she realises with a jolt, and it doesn’t seem real. England doesn’t seem like it could be a real place, not really, though she knows it as and-

She agreed to this, she reminds herself crossly. More than that- she

wanted

this: she wants to be a great lady, like maman and aunt Valentine, and she

wants

to see outside of France, so that she can fill in the blank spaces where it seems like nothing exists. And the King- her husband- he’s like she’d hoped he would be, or at least seems it: he’s kind and gentle,

  and

he’s handsome whatever Kate says about his long hair being girly-

Isabelle

thinks it looks romantic, a silky auburn waterfall curling around his shoulders like one of the illuminated knights in her Great Uncle Berry’s stories of King Arthur, which he let her look at once though she wasn’t allowed to actually

read

it- 

But there’s something about him that does jar with all her daydreams and it’s worrying her: now that she’s about to leave her home with this man, she can’t ignore it. She’s been picturing her wedding to some important nobleman in various ways since she was a very little girl, but however she imagined it- be it to a King or Duke or…she always sort of assumed he’d be, well,

happy.

Not in love with her necessarily, she’s always known that love is often the kind of thing that only happens after a wedding, but they exchanged their vows and King Richard’s eyes were sad. His hands shook as he took hers- she was so nervous herself that she didn’t really register it all at the time but the more she thinks about it…

She leaves first thing tomorrow morning; she’s running out of time to seek reassurance. In a moment of decisiveness, she swings out of bed, jams her feet in to her slippers, snatches a shawl to wrap around her shoulders, and slips from the room, leaving Kate snoring behind her. She intends to go and ask the King- maybe she’s done something wrong, in which case she needs to fix it, or maybe there’s something else the matter in which case, she’s his wife now and shouldn’t that mean she has a duty to try and fix it? She wants him to be happy. Something tells her he has a beautiful smile, and she can’t wait to see it. She reaches his door and pushes it open a little- then freezes as she hears voices inside. “…do this to yourself…”That’s the King’s cousin, she thinks- the nice one with dark hair and good French who she met first, not the other, scary one with French that’s passable but horribly accented. Heart pounding wildly in her chest, she looks through the crack in the door. She blushes furiously as she realises that both men are naked, or as near to naked as she’s ever seen a man anyway: King Richard has only his shirt, and his cousin- Rutland, she remembers suddenly-only his underpants…they’re lying on the bed, on top of the covers, the King closest too her though his face is turned away from the door: he’s looking at Rutland, who’s propped up on one elbow, other hand laced with the King’s.“I can’t help it,” the King says. “I’ve tried- God knows I’ve tried- that I’m trying. Princess Isabelle is…she’s a lovely girl, she’ll make a good queen, in time-I like her. I like her, very much. But Ned, she’s not Anne. She’s not Anne.”

Isabelle wanted to pull away, to run back to bed and forget this had ever happened, but she couldn’t move. Of course, how had she not seen this! Richard was a decade older than she was…twenty seven, to her seventeen, and they were only marrying because of politics…of course he would have someone: Isabelle could picture her, Anne, an English Lady- married to someone else, perhaps, or not married at all, but not a wife he could take without angering his nobles. As a mistress, though- well perhaps, she thought, panicking, they could be friends. Though the relief she had been feeling that her husband had gently suggested deferring their wedding night until she was a little older, and they knew each other a little better, was quickly turning sour- if he and his mistress were in love- and he sounded very in love, the anguish in his voice was unmistakable- he would probably never want her; she would be set to one side, a spare part, an interloper. 

“Oh, Dearheart.” Isabelle didn’t know what Rutland had just said meant: it must be an English word. But the tone was unmistakable in it’s sympathy, as though Rutland’s heart was breaking as much as his cousin’s, and he pressed a chaste kiss to his King’s mouth-Isabelle jumped as a hand clapped her shoulder, and she spun around to see her Uncle Orleans disapproving frown. “What are you doing?” he hissed, and then, seeing she was on the verge of tears, the frown became concern as he pulled her away from the door and in to an alcove. “Isabelle, what’s wrong?”

“He has a mistress!” Isabelle sobbed. “That’s why he’s been so sad! He doesn’t want to be married to me because he’s in love with her!”

Orleans frowned again, in confusion this time. “…what? But he-” he asked, brows knitting together. “What did you overhear?” he said, a gentle reprimand slipping in to his tone. There was a reason eavesdropping was never a good idea: this was it.

“ I heard them talking! The King and his cousin…The King’s upset because I’m not Anne, her name is Anne-

”Oh dear God, Orleans thought: he had known from the very beginning this was a bad idea- and had Isabeau told her daughter nothing of the man she’d been given to? No hint, no warning? “Isabelle,” he said, “Isabelle, listen to me: King Richard does not have a mistress.”“But they were-”

“They were talking about his wife. His first wife.”Isabelle looked at him with round, confused eyes. 

“…He has been married?” she whispered, hiccupping. “I assumed you knew,” Orleans said softly. “That you’d been told…” he exhaled. “King Richard was married. Her name was Queen Anne, and they loved each other very much, everyone said so.”“What happened?”

“She died,” Orleans said quietly. “Three years ago. I understand that the English courtiers find it better to avoid speaking of her, than to risk reopening the King’s grief, it was…great.” He would not go in to specifics. Isabelle didn’t need to know that in the months after the Queen of England’s death gossip all across Europe said that King Richard had gone mad. He burnt down the palace where she had died, that Orleans knew for fact; there were other rumours, too, that he did not sleep, or that he did not stir from his bed, that he would not eat, that his anguish howls could be heard right across England, that he passed each night on his knees in the chapel begging God to give her back…or else take him too…“Uncle?”

“…You mustn’t worry,” Orleans said finally. “It may be…difficult, at first, for you both. But in time…”Isabelle sniffled, drying her eyes. “What if it doesn’t,” she said. “What if…” she trailed off, gesturing as if to say: all the things that could go wrong, what if they happen? What then?“

Then you come home,” Orleans said firmly. “If you don’t like England- if you’re even the slightest bit unhappy. You come back home.”

“What if there’s a war and they won’t let me?” It hadn’t occurred to her, until this moment, but now it had-

“Then, I come and rescue you,” her uncle said. “The slightest hint of trouble: if you need me, I’ll come get you.”

“You promise?” Isabelle asked, feeling a little better at the prospect of having her uncle’s help, if she ever needed it. She would not be alone, after all…

“I promise,” Orleans said firmly, “You have my word…”

(three years later, Queen Isabelle of England was given the news that France formally recognised Henry Bolingbroke as England’s King and thought:

Liar.)

[thebreastonesever]

http://saruman92.deviantart.com/Growing up as a kid I was a huge fan of Harry Potter, Lord of The Rings, King Arthur and really any kinds of stories that revolved around magic. I always loved the characters that had special abilities and kept it a secret. I always felt like they were the more interesting ones who, in some cases, kept their magic a secret. I'd always wish that I was in their shoes and be able to perform amazing feats of wizardry. As the years went I kept my casual fandom to myself and only let a few of my friends know. No one really seemed to care and found it normal. That being said I was still something of an outcast. I had a very small figure. My skin was soft and I was embarrassingly dainty. A few times in public I was mistaken as a girl. I never really got use to it but just sort of lived with it. Most of high school went by uneventful, I'd jump from group to group and never really fit into any of them. Eventually I'd end up at a table by myself during my free period reading. I heard the girls sometimes whisper and giggle, I knew they were making fun of me. Now I'm not saying I was a complete loser but at times it certainly felt like it. Although I was never directly bullied for my looks I certainly overheard things. I never tried to get into sports or any real physical activities, I knew I didn't have the body for it and I didn't want to deal with any possible ridicule. So I did what I did best, keep to myself.

By the time of my senior year I was a frequent flyer at the school's library and had gone through most of everything I had wanted to read. Realizing this one day I spent an entire period walking around the shelves and bookcases trying to find something. I had almost given up when I saw it. Wedged between two bookcases was a small hard covered book. It looked like it had fallen between the two shelves years ago. I got on my knees, reached in and pulled it out. The thing was covered in dust. I blew on it and wiped it off. I became immediately excited. The title read: "Magic for Witches". The text was in gold foil and was written in an old style font. I opened it up seeing that everything was hand written. I skimmed to the very back to check the library's checkout log only to see that there was none. No bar code, no library stamp, nothing. I looked around and quickly shoved it into my bag. This book was clearly not in the library's system, why cause a big deal to check it out? The bell rang and I went to my final class of the day. After 43 minutes of math BS I was finally out. I went to my locker and got my stuff. It was Friday and I was pumped to get home and read this bad boy. A quick drive home and I was in my room opening it up. I flipped through the first few pages of nothing until I reached the first line of text, it read: "A word of caution, do not attempt any spells until the book is fully read." In hindsight I really should have heeded that statement but I was just too excited to try something. I flipped to the chapter guide and began reading the first few: - The Basics - Physical movement - Defensive Spells - Offensive Spells - Relationships - Body Manipulation Wanting to go straight to physical movement I decided I should read the basics first. As it turns out magic can be done by anyone. All you have to do is recite the phrase and snap your fingers. That's it! No ingredients, no wands, no sacrifices. Just speak and snap your fingers! I was pumped. I read on and reached physical movements. The chapter was all about manipulating physical items around you, from things as small as a quarter to as large as a car. I found a simple levitation spell and said it then snapped my fingers. Bam! The bed I was sitting on started floating off the ground. I said the cancel word: Desistan and the bed dropped to the ground. I was stoked. For the next few hours I flipped through the pages attempting all sorts of different spells. It was amazing. After awhile though I began to wonder about the chapter on body manipulation. I turned to it and read it. Turns out any spell you perform on another only lasts for one hour. So if I wanted to see my crush, Rachael Izben, breasts grow three sizes it would only last for an hour. Eh a bit upsetting but that wasn't gonna stop me. The good thing though was that any all spells one performed on themselves would stay until you decided to stop it... awesome. Now was my time to change a few things about myself. Now was my chance to lose this girly looking body and gain a proper looking guy's one. Some big muscles and a few other improvements here and there would increase my chances of gaining some more friends... and maybe even Rachael. After skimming through a few different spells I found one called Spell of Attraction. Generally speaking it was spell that would increase ones attractiveness. I was going to make myself sexy. The ladies would be all over me. I read the spells a few time in my head then out loud to get the pronunciation just right. I was ready. I recited the spell and snapped my fingers. Instantly my chest burst forward as a pair of breasts exploded out. I felt the surge three times, each time they grew larger until they stopped at DDs. I was freaking out. I immediately stood up and ran to my bathroom, my parents were still at work so I wasn't concerned of anyone seeing. I starred into the mirror. They were ginormous but that wasn't the worst part. Looking back at me was a cute, dainty 18 year old girl. I was shocked. I reached down and grabbed my crotch, you guessed it it was gone. I reached around and sure enough I had a larger butt as well. I stopped and grabbed my breasts. It did feel pretty good touching boobs... even if they were my own. I snapped out of it and immediately yelled Desistan. Nothing, no change. I tired again: Desistan. Again, nothing. I yelled it one more time and snapped my fingers. No change. Now I was scared. I ran back into my room boobs bouncing and grabbed the book. I skimmed through the chapter, there was nothing on sex changes. I began flipping through the book. I finally reached the end. There on the last page was the worst possible thing I could read. It was a warning stating that the book was intended for women only. Men were to use the book "Magic for Wizards". It went on to say any men using this book may encounter irreversible problems. Damn sexist author! That was it I was a girl. I couldn't do anything to change that. I dropped the book and stared at the wall. What would my parents think? How could I show myself in public? I was screwed. It was pretty ironic really. For as long as I could remember I had to deal with having a body that many mistook for a girl's now, thanks to my over eagerness, people wouldn't be mistaken anymore. After feeling sorry for myself I decided I'd try to find something, anything, that could try and help my situation. If I was going to be a girl the least I could do is not have to deal with the embarrassment that came with explaining why I now had Double D breasts and a vagina. That's when I found it. At the very last page of the body manipulation chapter was a spell to alter reality. It was a very powerful spell that made any and all self cast spells become the norm to everyone the user knew or ever interacted with. I read it a few times and thought about it. On one hand I could try and live a life as a guy turned girl and see how it went or I could cast a spell that would change reality in which I was born a girl. It didn't specify anything beyond that. I was a bit worried. I didn't want to wake up tomorrow a bimbo or some kind of slut. After mulling it over for a while I decided I'd do it. I'd rather live a life of blissful ignorance than one of embarrassment... or worse. I read it out a few times, got the pronunciation right. I spoke it and snapped my fingers. The next thing I remember was waking up in my bed. I shot up out of it only to see I still had enormous tits. Now though my room was completely different. All sorts of posters and girly things were everywhere. Based on what I saw I figured I was something of a metal chick who liked to go girly every now and again. That's when all the new memories flooded in. Years of experiences and memories. Some good, some bad and some really enjoyable... if you catch my drift. The best part was I kept all my old memories as well, that was something of a relief. I stepped out of bed. I was wearing a short cut Metallica shirt and a pair of black panties with a skull on the front. I nearly slipped on something. Looking down it was one gnarly dildo. I picked it up and looked at it. I was overwhelmed with feelings. I suddenly liked guys. That kind of scared me. But then I thought about girls as well and I became aroused. I was bi. I wasn't a bimbo. My lifestyle was definitely tolerable and I still sort of felt like I could continue enjoying the things I use to. I guess that was a decent middle ground. I looked at my clock and saw that it was Saturday morning and still pretty early. I looked at the dildo. I tore off my short cut shirt and jumped back into bed and went to town. Jesus it felt amazing. Technically I had had sex before but this was new to me and damn did it feel great. ------ Well tonight is my senior prom. As much as I would have liked to ask Rachael to it she's as straight as an arrow. I definitely tried my best with her but I got as far becoming a good friend. Adjusting to my new life has been kind of easy thanks to my past experiences. It's still a bit weird having droves of guys ogle over me, my tits haven't helped in that department but hey they're my girls and they've grown on me... literally. I do hear people make fun of me for them often but honestly I could care less. Anyway I'm ready for prom. I got my hair done and I'm wearing a super hot black dress. Rick will be over any minute. He's a nice guy and we share a lot in common. My future looks good, my near future especially as Rick's planned quite an evening after the dance ends, I can't wait.

by http://saruman92.deviantart.com/

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Star Wars (Part 1)

Fandom: Merlin

Character Ship: Merlin x Reader

Word Count: 1729

Request: “Hi there, I love your stories and I had a Merlin x reader request. I rewatched the movie Stardust lately and the idea of a fallen star reader came to my mind, She has to keep it a secret because people use stars to stay young forever. Possibly she glows more around Merlin but plays it off with "that's what stars do"and maybe the reader is a little afraid merlin might use her for that?? Idk sorry if this is scrambled or doesn't make much sense. Anyway, Love ya” from anon

Author’s note: Oh my god!! I love Stardust so much!! I remember watching it when I was seven (when it first came out) and I was absolutely in love!! I’ve seen it a few times after but not recently. I went to rewatch it on Netflix before writing this but they took it down, so sorry if it isn’t accurate. This is ending up to be a two-parter because you started something in this girl.

A bright light shot across the midnight sky and suddenly the whole kingdom erupted with excited whispers. Shooting stars weren’t a rare occurrence to be seen in the starry night but when said shooting star hits the earth the whole world clammers for the magic that illuminates from the star. The greed surrounding a star has the ability to start and end a war in a matter of seconds, but stars have the abilities to bring nations together with the blink of an eye if only given the chance.

Once the star was reported to King Uther the knights had banded together and, along with Sir Arthur and Merlin, set off to find the star and destroy it before any others could find it. “Arthur, are you sure about this?”

“What do you mean, Merlin?” The prince asked.

“We know fallen stars aren’t just stars, they’re people Arthur,” Merlin stressed, riding on his horse through the woods.

“Yes, Merlin, but they are dangerous. They are of magic, they must be put down.” Arthur said, grimly. “I don’t want to hear another word about the matter or you should be tried for treason.” Arthur tapped the rump of his horse and sped ahead of Merlin. “Alright boys, keep an eye out for a large crater or a glowing person!” Merlin stifled a laugh, snorting at the empty-mindedness that is Arthur.

The group wandered around until the sun nearly started to come up. They had but given up hope for finding the star until, in a clearing near a waterfall a crater, nearly the size of Camelot itself, was spotted by Gwaine. “There!” He yelled, pointing to the massive thing.

“Search the perimeter. I want no stone unturned!” Arthur announced, with that the knights got off of theirs horses and began searching every inch of the land. Merlin was quiet, stepping just outside of the opening into the woods.

He was slow with his movements, gentle and well calculated, and that’s exactly what drew you out from your hiding. You could feel his aura, powerful but somehow kind and welcoming. You stepped out from behind the boulder that was currently your safe haven. “You are of magic, yes?” You asked, quite afraid of either answer. “Yes, but you must be quiet. If they find you they will not be as nice as I am. Are you the star that fell?”

“I am.” You confirmed, taking a step closer to the man. “And you are?”

“Merlin, I’m a warlock and those men? They’re knights of Camelot; I’m sure you, being of magic, know about Camelot.” Merlin rushed, whispering with immense care. He stepped towards you with such care. “If you wish to live we must get out of here.”

“What do you mean? You quizzed, peering all around you.

“Merlin?!” A voice, from the clearing, called out. “Where are you? Have you found anything?” The voice became clearer and closer with every word.

“We have to go!” He said, grabbing your arm and pulling you deeper into the woods. “If you don’t do as I say they will harm you.” You nodded quickly. Merlin looked ahead of you, eyes suddenly glowing a deep amber. He whispered some words in another language, conjuring up a small wooden building. “If they ask, you’ve lived here your entire life, alright?” Again you nodded, silently as he pushed you inside, revealing a cozy home. “I’m Merlin, by the way.”

Being a man of magic you trusted he was being honest, so you laid on the bed and pretended to be asleep. You heard his footsteps retreating away and part of you were afraid that he wouldn’t come back but then you heard a full group approach. You pulled the blanket over your shoulders, covering part of your face and closing your eyes.

You heard the main door slowly open and murmured voices. “Excuse me, ma’am?” You heard a strong voice ask.

You fiend waking up, overtly yawning and stretching. “What are you doing in my house?”

A man with blonde hair, that stood in front of the group came towards you. “I’m sorry to disturb you, but did you not hear the explosion?” As he asked his question your eyes caught with Merlin, his eyes widened at you, begging you to say something.

“I did. I just assumed it was some thieves they have been making all sorts of ruckus lately. You and your big, strong knights should really do something about it. I would really love to see you guys around more often, perhaps while I’m wearing better clothing.” You stated in a girly, overly sexy tone.

Looking over you saw Merlin smiling and holding back a laugh. “We’re sorry to have bothered you, ma’am.” A man said, he had dark brown hair and slight facial hair. The rest of the boys nodded and slowly, clumsily walked out.

You waited a bit longer on the bed, for the men to leave, hoping Merlin would come back and he did. Swiftly he knocked on the door, opening it just a crack. “Are you still here?”

“Come in.” You replied, standing from the bed and wrapping your arms around your body.

“You did great!” The man praised. “I have to sneak you into Camelot, my Uncle will know how to help you.”

He began pulling you out of the small cabin, but the second your skin met you began to glow a beautiful muted pink color. Merlin eyed the brilliant light for a moment, briefly stunned before he remembered you were, in fact, a star. It’s what you do. “Come, we have to go before they circle around.”

“Hold on!” You whisper yelled. “Who’s your uncle?”

“His name is Guias. He is of the old religion, he’ll know how to help you.” Merlin rushed, obviously impatient with you.

“I’m sorry. Does it seem like I need help? I am perfectly capable surviving on my own.” You said, stalking away from him. You knew how the world craved power, stealing it from fallen stars.

He didn’t bother following you, to your knowledge. In reality, e stayed a few yards behind, masking his footsteps with his wizardry. He knew bandits and other kingdoms would be searching far and wide for you and your valuable heart and he knew they’d try anything to get the power.

Walking back to where you had fallen you eyed up the waterfall. You were stunned by the beauty, completely focused on the falling water you walked over the the pool below and, without thinking, jumped in.

You dove down, the water far deeper than expected, twirling around in the cool water with glee. Running out of breathe you emerged from the surface. Breathing in you looked around only to find scruff men surrounding you. “Hello, pretty lady.” The man in front said, drawing a sword out of its scabbard and pointing it at you. “I suggest you come with us. There are so many scary things out here in the dark.”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine.” You informed, beginning to dive back into the water, just as a net was thrown at you, trapping you in its grasps. The men began pulling you out from the pond, the action pushing water into your throat and eyes. You screamed out, water rushing into your lungs. They pulled you onto dry land, though you were still soaking wet.

“Merlin!” You screamed. “Help!” You thrashed around in the net, kicking and screaming, trying to punch your captors. You managed to lay one good punch on the man pulling in the netting.

You fought your way out of the net, though your arm was stuck in one of the holes. Ripping it off of your arm you felt your skin tear, screaming out in pain as blood poured out of the wound. You took off running, seeing Merlin in the distance. “Merlin, I’m sorry, please help me.” You begged, crashing into him as he held you close.

Suddenly his eyes glowed a beautiful ember, once again, and boulders began falling from the top of the waterfall and crushing the men that threatened you. “Run!” He yelled, knowing not all of the men were trapped.

As you ran you held the gash in your arm as the blood seeped through the gaps in your fingers. After running for a few yards Merlin grabbed you by your forearm and pulled you into a small opening in a mound of dirt. “Mer-” You began just as the warlock thrusted his hand over your mouth, signalling to be quiet.

You heard three sets of feet running over you and into the night. When he believed them to be gone he removed his hand from your mouth and took a sigh of relief. “Are you alright?”

You stuttered, suddenly feeling weak from loss of blood and the vigorous fighting. Suddenly muted you stuck your hand out, showing him the wound as blood dripped onto the legs of his pants. His eyes widened as he started down at the gaping wound, removing his scarf from around his neck. He folded it up into a long rectangle and tied it tightly around your arm, hoping to slow the blood loss. “All better?” He asked, smoothing hair out of your face, smiling brightly at you.

You nodded slowly, looking into his eyes, instinctively glowing at the funny feeling in your stomach. “How did you fall?”

“My sister, Yvaine, spoke of this beautiful world filled with magic and love and amazing people. I had to see it for myself, but her husband and the king refused. He was a human once and knew of the pain this world could bring. I snuck out and fell. I do not know if I’m allowed back. Tristan is a good man, he just wants to protect us. He’s seen the worst this world has to offer and apparently so have I.”

“Just about.” Merlin confirmed. “Are you able to walk?” He helped lift you up, wrapping his arm around your waist, helping you walk. “Come, let’s get you to Guias.”

The walk to Camelot was excruciating, Merlin losing track of his horse and at one point he picked you up, carrying you the rest of the way into the city. Just as you entered the city walls your mind became fuzzy, and gave out, causing you to pass out.