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dizzydancingdreamer · 5 years ago

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Showers and Cuddles and Blood, Oh My! | The Mikaelson Boys

Hey lovelies! Coming at you with another Mikaelson boys sharing fic because the last one seemed to go over well! I'll probably continue on that route if the response stays the same. I mean, heck, if I can have all three I'll take all three so why not! Hope y'all enjoy! Stay tuned for more, I have some juicy stuff in the works ;) Much love <3

Description: Elijah and Klaus leave Y/n with Kol for the weekend while they're out hunting enemies, all is well until they return, scared and hurt. Y/n works her magic Y/n powers and makes it all better. Happy ending yay!

Pairing: The Mikaelson Boys x Fem!Reader, leaned in Klaus' favor

Warnings: THIS IS AN 18+ ONLY FIC!!! Angst-y, mentions of blood and battle, Smut (not full, just foreplay things)

Word count: 3909

Tags: FLUFF, angst-ish, smut

(Photos not mine but the mood board is :) )

“Kol, pass the popcorn,” you yell at him from across the living room without dragging your eyes from the television screen, not willing to miss a second of The Bachelor just because he’s hogging the snacks.

He’s had the bowl in his lap for the vast majority of the show, slowly munching away on the goodies you had made. If he was on the couch with you there wouldn't be a problem, you could just scoot over and you wouldn’t have to look away, but he’s on an armchair across the room. To be fair, you had made him sit there. You didn’t want him to distract you. Kol’s attention span is worse than a kindergarteners and when he gets bored he gets touchy. Literally. One caress from Kol would pull all your attention, a risk you were not willing to take.

You can feel his gaze on the side of your face but you remain strong, “why don’t you come get it, huh princess? Isn’t it lonely over there?”

He’s bored and trying to make you cave. His words hit hard in the pit of your stomach and your thighs clench. Your cheeks flame but you refuse to pull your eyes from the scuba date this bachelor has taken his date on. You can’t remember her name. She’s blonde and tall, but so are all the others girls on the show. You’re only a couple episodes in so you’re yet to really lock down the details. To be honest, you don’t ever really remember the names until the last couple episodes.

You can hear him start crunching again and you swear you see red for a second, “Kol, damnit, give me the popcorn. Now!”

All he does is laugh, pushing you over the edge. One second you're on the couch and the next you’re across the room, ripping the bowl from his loose grip. You don’t eat it, though, you just resist the urge to throw it across the room before setting it on the coffee table. His face is smug as you stand in front of him, simmering with something hot. It’s not rage though and that pisses you off. He won and he knows it.

He leans forward, pulling you by your hips towards him, a sultry smirk on his face, “come here.”

He scoops you onto his lap, pulling your mouth to his and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You sigh into his mouth, your legs dangling over the edge of the chair. Your hands find his hair and tug gently at the roots. You can feel him smile against your lips.

“It’s impossible to watch anything with you in the same room,” you mumble as his lips trace your neck, stifling a traitorous moan, “this is the third time I've attempted this episode.”

“I’m sorry,” no he’s not, “I just missed you.”

How he could miss you even slightly right now you have no idea. Elijah and Klaus have been gone for a few days, off hunting an enemy they refused to tell you about, leaving you to the youngest Miakelson’s wills for the entire weekend. To say you’ve left his sight for even a few minutes would be lying. Not that you didn’t soak up every second of time with him. It’s not everyday you get to be alone with one of them without feeling bad about ignoring the others. It’s a tricky situation.

His hands grip the edge of your tee, ready to pull it off, “you’ve had me to yourself for three days. An hour without touching me will not kill you, Kol.”

Even as you say it you cant help but attach you lips to his neck, leaving a few small kisses before sucking harshly at the base of his throat. His hand grips your hip and you know that if you were still a human it would have left bruises. The other wraps in your hair, pushing you against him a little bit harder.

“Ah, fuck, yes it will, princess.”

He starts lifting your shirt when the front door opens. Heavy footsteps land in the front hall and the smell of mud and something sharp hits your nose. You pull back from Kol slightly and he doesn’t protest, just as intent on listening.

“I, fuck,” you hear Klaus hiss from the near the door, causing your heartbeat to spike, “I’m not healing as fast as I should be.”

As fast as it had spiked, your heart stops, “it’s the wolfsbane, she knew it would slow the process.”

You look into Kol’s eyes, your blood running cold, a feeling you had forgotten existed. As soon as he nods you’re flying out of the den and into the front hall where you stop dead in your tracks. There you find Elijah. At least, you think it’s Elijah. It’s hard to tell who it is by the sheer amount of mud caked onto their body. Head to toe, mingled with something bright red. You already know what it is. Wherever there isn't mud on his body there’s blood, still wet in some places. You can smell the metallic tinge in the air and your heart breaks.

What’s worse is his face. His eyes look shattered. Like all the life has been drained from them. Your chest squeezes painfully at the sight. Your Elijah, your rock, ready to crumble. His hands shake at his sides. He just stands there, looking at you like you’re about to disappear. Klaus is no where to be seen.

“Y/n,” Elijah falls to his knees, the thud echoing through the silent house, “baby.”

His voice is small and, if it’s even possible, scared. In less than a second you’re in front of him, hugging him impossibly tight to your stomach. His arms wrap around your waist as he clings to you desperately. He’s trembling in your arms. You feel like someone’s hand is wrapped around your heart, crushing it. You move to sit down, pulling him against your chest.

“Eli, what happened honey?” Your hands bury themselves in his hair and you wish for his sake that it was under the same circumstances as it was with Kol.

“There were too many, Y/n, they must have had close to a hundred men,” he pulls you onto his knees, burying his face in your neck, “they weakened us before they attacked. I don’t know how. Magic, maybe. Sealed off the land so we couldn’t get out. They just kept coming, I’ve never seen anything like it. Even after their hearts were out they kept coming.”

For a man who has seen the very worst that war has had to offer, he speaks like he can’t comprehend the battle he was in. Like all the wars before this one, even combined, were nothing compared to what he just witnessed. His words make you cry for him. They make you angry like you’ve never been before. You clutch him tighter to you, placing a kiss to his matted hair. His relieved sigh brings some comfort but not enough to make this all better.

“I was so scared, baby,” he chokes on his words, his voice dripping with cold relief, “I thought I was never going to see you again.”

You sob at his words, burying your face against his head. Somehow, beneath all the mud and blood, there's still a hint of Elijah. This faint pine scent that makes you crumble against him and hold on for dear life.

“They did something to Klaus,” your heart drops further in your stomach, “they injected him with something. I think it was wolfsbane but I don’t think that’s all. He’s not healing as fast as he normally does.”

You gasp at his words, “Elijah?”

He shifts, pulling back slightly. There are tracks on his cheeks, glimpses of skin, where he had been crying. You reach to wipe some of the dirt from his face, letting your own tears flow freely. He turns his head into your hand, closing his eyes for a moment and kissing your palm. For the first time since he got home you see him smile slightly.

“He needs you, baby,” always the noble one, your Elijah.

You look at him, reluctant to leave him like this, “Elijah I-”

His warm lips cut you off. You revel in his taste. It hasn’t changed and for that you’re eternally grateful. He kisses you slowly, his hands cradling your face carefully. You savour every second his lips are on yours, memorizing every line and curve. You could stay in this moment for a life time.

But Klaus needs you, too.

“Go, I'll see you soon,” he places one last kiss to your lips, smirking slightly, “besides, I really need a shower.”

You run your hand over his hair one last time, pulling out of his hold and making your way up the stairs to Klaus’ room. Any of the relief you had felt from Elijah disappears as fast as it had come. There are muddy boot prints leading to his door, his jacket, sopping and caked in grime, dropped on the floor. His flannel, less caked in mud and more so in blood, piled a few feet away from the jacket. It brings tears to your eyes once more. The part that makes your heart stop, though, is the scent. You can smell the blood before you're even halfway down the hall, hot and tangy.

A sharp bang sounds from inside his room, followed by a pained groan. You knock lightly on the door, unsure of whether or not to just walk in.

“Go away, Elijah,” he sounds angry but his voice lacks it’s usual passion.

“It’s not Elijah. It’s me, Klaus, it’s Y/n,” your voice is quiet but you know he can hear you.

He pauses for a moment and your chest constricts, wanting nothing but to hold him and make it all better.

Then you hear it, he’s crying, “Y/n?”

As soon as he says your name, sobs your name, you’re through the door. At the sight of him, as it was with Elijah, the wind is knocked from your lungs. He’s on his knees, a ghostly parallel to his brother, but he’s bleeding. He is coated in blood from head to toe. His arms got the worst of it, soaked to his elbows like a pair of crimson gloves. There are slices all the way down his torso, deep ones. His head rests on his hands, his shoulders shaking furiously from the cries wracking his body. Klaus has never been small but right now, curled on his bedroom floor, he looks undeniably smaller.

“Oh, baby,” your voice is a hoarse whisper and he looks up at you with tortured eyes, his mouth falling open.

You run to him, falling to your knees before him, letting him pull you against his chest. His skin is hot, working in overdrive to heal the cuts. You rest your face in the crook of his neck, kissing his skin softly. Your arms wrap around his chest, trying to avoid his wounds but it’s impossible. They’re everywhere.

He clutches you tightly, his body shaking uncontrollably, “it was mother, she turned these hybrids into something else. Dark magic or something. They were dead but they kept coming.”

When he pulls away slightly to glimpse at your eyes, your breath catches in your throat. Up close you see them, bites. All over his arms and chest. Huge hunks of skin torn from parts of his body. Thankfully, they appear to be healing but not nearly fast enough for your liking. Your eyes well up again and you let the tears drop with his. He’s terrified. Your soldier is painfully afraid and it breaks your heart for the millionth time today.

“Klaus, what can I do, you need to tell me what to do sweetheart,” your hands cup his face, trying to wipe the droplets but they keep coming.

He sighs into your touch, his shoulders relaxing slightly, “just stay with me for a little while. Please, love? Don’t leave.”

Your heart aches for him thinking he even needs to ask, “of course I won’t. I’m not going anywhere. It’s just you and me, darling.”

He nods, standing on shakey legs. You follow suit, letting him pull you into a proper hug. Now that he’s on two legs, he towers over you, his face pushed into your hair, breathing deeply. After what feels like hours, he stops shaking. You just stand there, your arms tied around his waist, rubbing circles on his back. He still feels strong under your touch. He’s still your Klaus. Just a little bit worse from the wear.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

You run your hand over his face before grabbing his hand and pulling him with you to his attached bathroom. He follows without protest, moving his hands to your hips as you lead him towards the glassed in shower. You let him go for just a second while you start the shower which elicits a groan of protest. You turn the dial to a gloriously warm stream before going back to the muddy blonde. Your muddy blonde.

You reach up, drawing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. He dips into your touch, pulling away to lean his head on your shoulder. You reach for the button of his jeans, popping it open with both hands. He places a soft kiss to your shoulder, just as you had earlier. You’re pushing him to keep touching you. It will ground him. You tug the zipper down before stepping away.

You give him a millimeter smile and revel in the way that, despite everything he’s been through, his eyes still dance over your figure when you pull the tee over your head. Your chest swells in pride that you can make him forget some of the pain and let it give way to love. You step out of your leggings next, letting them pool at your feet. His eyes roam every dip and curve of your body, igniting some of the fire that has been missing.

Standing in front of him, you’re left in nothing but your black bra and matching panties. He pushes his own jeans down his legs, leaving them as he walks back to you, twirling you so your back is to his chest. It’s working. His hands on your back make you shiver. His fingers trace your spine lightly, trailing up until they stop at your bra clasp. His lips land on the back of your neck, pushing your hair to the side as he nips lightly at the skin. His fingers skillfully undo your bra, pushing the straps down your arms until it falls, joining the growing pile of clothes at your feet.

His arms circle around you, pulling you flush against his hot chest, “so beautiful, love.”

You release the breath that you didn’t know you were holding at the sound of his voice. He sounds better, a little more Klaus like. A little more in control. His hands are flat on your stomach, dragging down you abdomen. His thumbs hook in your panties as he pulls them down your legs. They, too, join the pile at your feet. He grips your hips with strong hands, pressing another kiss to your shoulder, pulling your skin back into his mouth and biting down harder with blunt teeth.

You spin in his arms, drawing his face down to yours once more, “Come on, darling, water’s getting cold.

You press a quick kiss to his parted lips before scampering into the shower, a cheeky grin plastered on your face. He wastes no time in pushing the boxers down his legs and joining you under the warm water. He hisses quietly when the water hits the bites, closing his eyes. You pull him into your arms for a moment, allowing him to adjust to the pain. You can’t imagine what he’s going through right now.

When he opens his eyes again, you grab a washcloth that’s hanging idily to the side and a half empty bottle of soap. The label says ocean breeze and you can’t help but giggle. You lather the soap, which, for the record, actually smells pretty good, over the cloth before bringing one of his arms to your chest. That’s where you start, rubbing the material gently over his stained fingers, watching the stream of water pool deep red at your feet before swirling down the drain.

When you finish with his first arm, you move to the next. Over his bicep, down his forearm, caressing his wrist and palm like you had the other. He sighs when you place a kiss to his knuckles, gently putting his arm back by his side. Somewhere between his left arm and his right he had let his head fall back against the shower wall. Your heart soars to see him finally start to relax.

You move next to his chest, beginning at his collar bone. You run the cloth over the nastiest bite, one of the only ones still left healing. Klaus grips your waist when you do, clenching his jaw tightly.

“I know hun,” you coo to him, kissing his tensed face, “I need to do it, though. It’s almost over.”

He doesn’t answer, not verbally at least. He just wraps his arm around your shoulder, placing a kiss to the side of your head and letting you continue. You do your best to rub the dirt away quickly before leaving it be. You move down his chest, over his defined muscles, swirling the cloth over his skin lightly, drawing some quiet groans from his lips. They aren’t pained this time, however. They're something else. More familiar. Hotter.

You run the cloth down his toned stomach, savouring every crevice and dip, drowning in the praises that are flowing louder from his mouth. Heat grows rapidly in the pit of your stomach and before you know it you’re holding back your own sounds. Your head falls against his chest, his hand wrapped in your sopping hair, as you pass his belly button.

“Fuck,” he yanks your head up, crushing his mouth against yours deliciously.

The cloth falls from your hands, replaced with his shoulders which your grip furiously when he flips you around, pushing your back against the tiled wall. His mouth moves to your neck, sucking harshly and drawing the first moan from your lips. His fingers draw down your shoulders, tracing the curve of your breasts, his thumbs rolling over your nipples, pulling a gasp from your mouth.

“Klaus,” you’re panting and he’s hardly touched you, “this is supposed to be about you.”

“Trust me, love, it is,” he says before placing his mouth over one of your breasts.

Your hand flies to hair, holding his head against you, the other clutching desperately at the shower wall behind you. His hands find your hips, holding you against the wall beautifully. He bites down lightly on your nipple before running his tongue over it soothingly. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire, everywhere he touches you white hot. His blue eyes find yours through the water streaming around you, shining brilliantly for the first time since you found him.

His hand dips down, trailing fire down your stomach, until his fingers swipe over your clit once, then it’s lightening. His eyes are on you, watching every little movement you make. He does it again, drawing closer to your core, his thumb circling your most sensitive part. He stands up fully again, his lips finding your ear, tugging it between his teeth.

“God, Klaus,” you’re a mess at his touch, “please.”

He smirks at you, pausing his actions, his voice a husky whisper against your skin, “what should I do, love? Tell me. Shall I take my time or finish this now?”

He’s back. This is the Klaus that you’re used to. Fully self-aware and dominant. Strong. Above all though, he’s undeniably yours and yours alone.

“I- Klaus,” you tug his hair, pulling to try and regain a semblance of control, “I need you.”

He kisses your earlobe once more, his voice low and sultry, “as you wish, darling.”

* * * * *

What feels like hours later you emerge from the shower, dripping and sensitive but beyond happy, a pleased Klaus trailing close behind you. His hands refuse to leave your body as you lead him into his bedroom. There he opens his dresser, pulling out a black t-shirt that will most definitely swallow you and a pair of boxers and handing them to you before choosing a pair of grey sweatpants for himself. You pull his shirt over your still wet hair, revelling in his scent. You follow it with his boxers, fully embraced in all things Klaus.

“Now that is a sight that will never get old, love,” Klaus’ breath tickles the back of your neck as his arms wrap around you.

You lean into his touch, playing back the memories of his body tangled with yours under the shower once more.

“Back at you, Sweetheart,” and you mean it, he looks positively eddible in those sweatpants.

He growls lowly, sending another incessant wave of heat through your body, “love we need to leave this room before Elijah tears the door of it’s hinges. I’ve been listening to him and Kol pace for the better half of two hours.”

“Kol,” you say loud enough for him hear from anywhere in the house, which isn't very loud honestly, “can wait. He has had three days. He needs to learn to share.”

You swear you can hear him pouting from the kitchen as Klaus chuckles softly. Footsteps echo up the stairs, stopping right outside the door. You smile up at the blue-eyed blonde in your arms, knowing exactly who it is. He kisses your forehead, mouthing that he’ll meet you soon.

You open the door to face a tired but grinning Elijah, “Kol can wait but I'm just about done, baby.”

You can’t help but admire him, standing in the doorway in a simple hoodie and shorts. This is the side of him that only you get.

“Well, sir, how can I argue with that?”

“Uh huh,” he shakes his head at you, pulling you into his arms, making you erupt with giggles when he walks away, leading you back to the den where this all began.

You wave to Klaus, who winks back at you, mirth laced deep in his irises. You tuck your head into the crook of his neck, closing your eyes, finally at peace.

The night ends with the four of you cuddled on the largest couch in the den. Your back is against Elijah’s chest, his arms circled tight around you, not letting you go for anything. Klaus’ head is in your lap, his legs sprawled behind him on the remaining length of the couch. One of your hands is laced through his hair. His are clutching your legs. He’s fast asleep. Kol sits on the floor, your other hand resting around his shoulder, pulling him to lean back against your side. There's a fresh bowl of popcorn on his lap. He still isn’t sharing any of it. The television screen shows the image of a man and a woman scuba diving together. You couldn’t be happier to finally relax with all three of your Mikaelson men.

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thelesbianlegacy-swtor · 4 years ago

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OC list of the MMO LESBIAN

SarapAlexandria Duvel <3 Vette

Sith Warrior

Human, brown short hair, 1,78, D cups, she likes dressin on armor that is bulkier than a tank or in a tank top and leggings. Dark eyes and light skin

Lesbian. LOVES toys in bed

Headcannons

Has a personal Dreagnough that she uses as a colliseum. She has taken into training new sith in combat. More than her apprentices they are more of gladiators for her to fight.

Kinda crazy. Likes to bounce around and do Tons of damage. She is feroucios about defending the Empire and believes that the republic is doomed. Has archived the impossible more than a dozen times so no plan is to crazy or stupid for her. Gratefully, her wife knows what is too stupid or too crazy and so she fixes those plans so her big sith girl can go fight monsters and other people.

Married Vette. Only she can make her laught so much that she forgets she is angry. The tiny girl is so adorable and so cute and jsut so horny for Alexandria that the two of them spend 3 months on a horny induced honeymoon. Even now after the war with zakuul they keep having more honeymoons whenever they get the chance.

She wasnt all that hurt by Quinns betratal. Like, hey man fatman told you to kill me so no biggie- But from now on you are my bitch and i will bully you over all this k?

Jaesa kinda bugs her. She is Dark side but not SO crazy but still she is kinda...tiny. Alexandria likes to challenge her to crazy stuff and she always gets on trouble with her, but Jaesa is so young and sometimes weak that

Pierce is her best freind. A total madman when it comes to battle, a blootthirsty man that will not doubt in choosing violence but also super trusthworthy and she knows he will stop her from getting killed in stupid ways

For her Broonmark is her fluffy monster! Just point release and watch blood by spilled. She makes him shower after every bottle and use proucts on his hair cause she likes how soft he gets.

She remains a free agent causing chaos everywhere. She is not quick to kill always tho. If she got a good fight with someone she will usually let them live so they can fight again.

She is the most sexually proactive girl around. She will get every pair of cute or hot tiddies on a bed along side Vette. She is a bit dom and doesnt like playing sub, but she will play passive.

Master of Shien and Juyo, she likes to go crazy with a lightsaber and destroying the place but doesnt really like dual wielding

Seraphine <3 Temple

Sith Agent. New code name: Specter

Cyborg, mostly internal components on her eye, brain and bones. 1,96M, Long hair, usually red but she likes dying it. C cups, She wishses to get more tits but she has to be stealthy. She likes using loose clothes with lots of cleavege. She isnt a fan of bras.

Lesbian Switch. Likes bondage and public stuff. She can and will play any part on roleplay. From the scared virgin to the cruel dominatrix

Headcannons

A master of hidding on plain sight. Seraphine is the kind of woman who blends everywhere. She likes attention from the spotlight just to let it go 5 minutes later. She has the talent of being so likeable that any girl that gets close to her on bed, never gets mad with her for leaving or just going for another girl. She also has a perfect memory and will remember how you like to be touch, how much you moan or what kind of cnadies you like when you are on your days. She is as soft as she is Ruthless. She has never regret killing anyone for more than an hour. Unless she kils someone she has slept with she will pull the triger no matter what. This includes civilians, wounded and allies. After Chapter 3 she left the identity of Cypher 9 and became a shadow agent for the Empire. Her new code name: Specter.

After the War with Zakuul she was left on charge ofthe Alliance by Darth Nox. Both the Ex Imperial Wrath and the Supreme Huntress stayed behind with her.

She doesnt like Kaliyo. No. She is no fun. She likes to hurt and doesnt look after girls. She was particulary angry at her at the start because she would try to get on the way of her time with other girls. So Seraphine got Kaliyo a cute chasity belt and allowed her to focus on chaos outside the bedroom. That way they both can get what they want. Chaos and attention.

Vector is her special little guy. Confident. Trusthworthy. But really fun to mess up with. Seraphine tells him to do weird stuff just to get a laught at weird situation. She also helps him send money for Killik Joiners. She likes that he is simple

Lokin is a weird guy for Seraphine.He could do a lot of stuff with the ragkghoul virus but she likes that he is quiet and calm. She likes trying tea with him

Ensign Temple is the only girl that has kept Seraphine attention span for more than 1 night. She likes her a lot because she cant read her as well as other people and so she makes her angry just to learn more about her. She forgot how it felt to get to know someone through time and so she likes to keep her around. She also likes Temple is super organized and loyal

Seraphine can never choose fast between either a big rifle or a tiny blade under her dress. She likes how chaos erupts after a person gets shots down but she also likes to be close when her target takes their last breath

FUCK SCORPIO UwU

Arthemys Delos <3 Mako

Huntress

Built like a tank, She likes lifting Mako to train her big guns. She is a cyborg with lots of internal components and a cybernetic leg (left) She isnt the tallest girl, she is 169 (nice) but she has the biggest tiddies. She carries two E cups that she loves to put on Mako’s face. She has black short hair

Lesbian

Total top but wont say no to being topped every know and then

Headcannons

Money,gambling, explosions and pretty girls, Arthemis cares for little more than that. As long as she can fire guns, gamble money and have a bed with a pretty girl on it she will do an job. She loves hunting animals and will almost never reject a bounty. What she wont do, is just say yes to any quest or mission. She can get money as easy as she can waste it and so throwin credits at her doesnt work. Only if the work isnt something she dislikes or too easy or boring she will do it. She has a few internal implants after playing with grenades when she was young.

Mako is hers. Hers alone. She wont let her go beyon her sight and will actually get restless for being away from her too long. Arthemis is possesive which Mako kinda likes.

The two of them likes being on top of eachother as much as possible but a extra pair of hands or tiddies make them both pretty happy. Most of the time, is actually Mako who gets the girl.

Gault is jsut too fun not to keep around. Arthemis wouldnt call him his best friend becuase she suspects the guys can be bought but he is fun either way. She like getting a lot of money with him and then wasting it all or just not taking the pay,just to mess up with him.

Torian is fun. Sometimes. He is a mandalorian and she likes fighting strong people. But Torian is a bit more serious that she would like. She doesnt like people dying because then she cant fight them again and so she doesnt like some decisions of the mandalorian. But at the end of the day the trust that the two share is one of a brotherhood.

Blizz. God Damm Blizz. When Arthemis got Mako on her bed and then into her family she thought she coulnt be happier. She was wrong. The little jawa makes everything better. As chaotic as her and even weirder than Gault, Arthemis just cant stop keeping the jawa around

YOU READ MY COMMENT ABOUT SCORPIO? WELL THAT X2

Selendis likes using two big guns to shot down her enemies. She doesnt really enjoy going around in huge armor so she keeps herself kinda light. But her armor is still a bit big. Why you ask? Cause she loves the feeling of having not only a flamethrower but also grenades, missiles, hooks and electric weapons all stuffed in her body.

Selendis <3 Lana and Senya

Sith Inquisitor

Sith girl with piercing orange eus and long amazing black hair. She is 182 and as sith that focus on range combat, she took the luxury of enhancing her breasts to a nice DD cups. She doesnt like jewelry but she has a few tattoos.

Sorcerer

Lesbian. The one to dom them all.

No amount of girls is too much when it comes to Selendys

A proud, stylish and master manipulator Selendis believes that the empire can be improved but even in its current state is better than the republic. She is patient and ruthless and wont stop until the galaxy is back on order. She left the alliance and took overthe sith empire after letting Acina step down. Seriously, no killing her just “Try and stop me from getting the throne”

Khem Val is her personal monster. A warrior of another time which she swears wont ever be forgotten. She has taken into redacting whatever information the dashade gives her. She has task him ith protecting everyone she deems worthy of her interest

Andronikos is a fun and interesting man. He is a pirate with experience and a code. Hard things to find. Selendis enjoys him being slipery and smartass. She also enjoys the acces to the underworld the man provides. Over all she likes that the betrayed man has once more put his trust on someone. She wont abuse it but she prides herself of it

Ashara. The little puppy. She has learn about the dark side and the sith and yet she keeps herself on a reaching point from the jedi order. Still she has a point of view that is useful and welcome. She has teached her everything useful that she could learnt.

Talos. Oh Talos. A men of science and interest. Selendis has swear to protect the smart man just so he can see for once history being made instead of being discovered. Most of the time she has free, she will spent researching stuff with Talos and discussing history

Xalek. Selendis attack dog. A simple desire of the young Kaleesh allowed Selendis to craft a magnificent Student. Xalek belived that she was a god. And so Selendis tasked Xalek to forget about being a kaleesh god, and instead become a sith god. Strength, power, and victory.

Lana Beniko. From the first time Selendis met Lana she was intrigue. A sith that kept her rage and hate deep withing her, so she could serve the empire better. Selendis wasted no time in seducing the sith and keeping her under her control. But soon Selendis lost control and ended up loving her. Lana became her source of power. She would burn the galaxy for her. She also fancid her cute ass and the way she lost control.

Senya Tirall. Selendis doesnt do well with betrayal. And so after defeating Arcann, she was left quite angry when Senya saved him. So, after the war with Zakuul, Selendis threw Senya into a prison and slowly made her crumble. Telling her that both Arcann and Vaylin were death, Offering herself as the only ally, and then leaving her alone. Selendis broke Senya and put her back together in a way that she would enjoy. Despite being more of a pet than a lover, Selendis does love her in her wn special way, and wont let her be hurt.

REPUBLIC OCS

Cassandra (Cassie) Jedi Knight <3 kIRA She tiny! She is 165, amber eyes,C cups she likes to hide on a sport bra and to fight, she has a few scars over her back and shoulder (horny origin) She specialies on Djem So but likes using two lightsbaers instead of one Lesbian Total Bottom girl. Tsundere (will be all agressive but you pet her once and she will melt on your arms)

T7-01 The crimemaster, Teseven will always be there to push Cassie towards any female individual just so Cassie can stop winning about not having a girlfriend. Each time it works, but Cassie ends up lossing the contact or getting pulled out from plannet by the council

Kira. Or like Cassie likes to call her, babe! Cassie was sweap of her feat by how chaotic her padawan was an how incredible persistent she was on taking baths together, giving eachother massages and just being close. Cassie lasted 2.6 seconds the first time she gave her a kiss and fron that day on, she is either fighting or on her girlfriend’s arms. Kira likes to tease Cassie and on nights she makes sure to give her all of her love

Doc. The best partner. Doc is always there for Cassie, wherever she is doing good or bad. Or doing ilegal or legal stuff. He knows Cassie will jump towards danger and he will be there to help her make the galaxy a better place Rusk. There are few things that Rusk hates more than the empire and one of them is how Cassie jumps on top of his back because she is to tiny to get food by herself. Even then, he will die for his little sister becuase he knows she will defeat the empire some day

Scourge. The big old sith might have forgotten what means love, pain or feelings, but he respects Cassie. He knows that despite her size the little jedi is more than capable of busting whatever walls appear on her way, even if it means tapping on the dark side.

Bella Jedi consular <3 NADIA

She is a curvy girl. D cps on a tallish girl, 178, with a dump track ass. She is thick and she is SHY about it. She likes baggy clothes so her body doesnt show too much. She feels that healing people with her skills is the best call for her but she also agrees that sometimes throwin a massive bould to minnies is good

Qyzen. Qyzen and Bella are good frends. Mostly, because Qyzen will gladly shoot anyone who calls Bella on her fat ass, and Bella will drop a boulder on anyone who calls him green skin or lizard. The two of them are the type of people who fixate on stuff and they enjoy their hobbies

Tharan. To be honest. Bella didnt think it thorugh when she got Tharan to come with. She was doing it mosly out of pity and because she needed some help. But mostly she just liked Holiday and would be more interested on keeping her rather than him.

Zenith. Oh dear Zenith. Bella enjoys Zenith attiude. There is little more than that. She isnt as extremist as he is, but she knows that he will do everything on his power to defeat the empire and protect the inocent

Iresso. Oh Ireso is fun. Bella likes to bully him in little wyas. Sometimes she will just pick something ilegal to do to get on his nerves. Thats alls. Well he is all good and good for fights but Bella likes how correct he is and that she can make him mad

Nadia: Her love. Her mistress. Her everything. Everyone has thirsted for her body, and so Bella usually isnt ready to believe most words of love and affection, but Nadia persisted for months, being almost addicted to her body. And so one day Bella let her padawan into her bedroom and cried over her love. Nadia is the type of girl who will devote her heart and soul to her love. She CANT keep her hands off Bella’s body tho, which makes it hard for her to keep clean underwear around

NEW OCS FROM THE NOT PC OCS GAME.

PRESENTING. THE ARTIST

Sarah Novadust

The lead singer and dancer of the Imperial Idol group “Royal Novas”

A tallish girl (175cm) a bit petite looking but upclose you notice she has a good pair of thighs and some nice ass. She has GOLDEN hair. Not blonde. Golden. She keeps it on a long ponytail that reaches all the way back to her ass. She is a human girl of 22 years old with Purple eyes due to some alien grandparents

She leads the Royal Nova an Idol Group originated on the Empire. The group is formed by her, 3 back up singers, 5 back up dancers, 2 guitars, piano, drums, violin, and 1 trumpet. The 15 girls are all REAL close to Sarah.. More on that later

Sarah was born on Sarapin. She worked on being an artist since she was young, but when she was around 15 she was blacklisted from most musical firms on the republic over a incident with a manager that wanted to taste her body. Sarah left to spent some times with friends back on Balmorra when the empire attacked. FOr a couple of years she layed low working on some cantinas singing to earn a living. It was there when some sith lady saw her and brought her to Kaas City. Sarah would keep singing for more and more excentic public until she had the favour of enough people that she could stay safe and solo. Then after saving up for some time, she went and convinved a few sith lords and sith officers to put some credits on for a full on idol group. She invited friends and scouted for talent all over the galaxy

As an artist, Sarah likes mixing her young excitement with imperial overconfidense. She knows that playing it safe wont work and so she makes every song and perfomance into a way to improve herself more and more. With a big group of girls to help her she has managed to perform or even Dark council members and Senators from the republic.

As a young woman, Sarah attracts a lot of people. She isnt the most strong willed person, nor she is particulary aggresive. That is excaclty the reason why each and every member of the Royal Novas is madly in love with her. Each girl looks over their leader as a little kitten to be protected. Of course, Sarah doesnt mind the attention and as long everyone plays nice, she will open her heart to the entire group. With 22 years old, a massive fallowing, more credits that she can count and a polyamourous relationship with 14 girls, Sarah's life is just the best

#swtor #swtor oc #star wars oc #starwars oc #Star Wars The Old Republic #star wars: the old republic

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freerebelmentality · 4 years ago

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The Ghost of you

AN: Hi could I request a story where reader is they're little sister she was often forgotten by them shes a year or two younger then Sam for the first 16 years of her life they were always there for her but slowly they forgot she was there she often risked her life for them but they never helped or thanked her eventually she leaves you can go from there - @lexy586. Well here it is and I hope you enjoy reading this. I really enjoyed writing this out and I had fun with this even though it made me cry a little. But still made me a little emotional.

Hope you all enjoy.

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Word Count: 1,496

You look to your brothers Dean and Sam. They are getting ready for the next case in a different town, you see them doing their research as you sit at the table in the library of the bunker. They arent even phased out or even looked at you to even know you are sitting right across from them. They just sit there and go about their business.

It was never like this before, as you were growing up, Sam left and it was you, dad, and Dean. The four of you going from town to town, you got left in the hotel room while dad and Dean went out hunting. But they always came back for you and always came back with a surprise for you. Always.

The surprises didnt last long though, as you got older you were finally allowed to join the hunts. When dad went missing is when you went nuts in trying to find him. Same with Dean. He went to get Sam from Stanford and he wasnt so thrilled you were hunting but he was happy to see you.

‘Was’ you thought as you sat there researching as well and you found a few things and tried to voice your opinions but nothing from Sam or Dean.

“Alright, lets pack up the car and head out” Dean gets up from his chair and walks toward the garage

You and Sam get up from your seats as well and begin getting ready.

Sam packs his things into his bag and walks out of his room and went to the garage. Dean waits in the car, when he sees Sam is when he starts the car.

You are back in your room thinking they will wait for you. By the time you are done and walk to the garage is when you noticed they are gone.

“Son of a bitch” you yell in frustration and threw your bag against the pavement

“I cant believe they left without me” you mutter to yourself as you look to an empty lot, where baby was suppose to be parked.

Then again it doesnt surprise you, nothing should at this point. Its as though you were completely invisible to your brothers. Your very own blood brothers. At this point they even forgot your birthday. Its as though they have forgotten about you for so long.

After dad died or even after Bobby died. Or even after Sam got his soul back or when the Darkness came or after Charlie died.

When Charlie died that ruined you, it was as though she was the only one who ever saw you. Really saw you.

A smile breaks as you think about your dad and Bobby. They never forgot about you, ever. Not like your brothers did.

A lone tear falls as you think about Charlie, she was the best friend you could ever ask for. Sister really. Well best sibling really.

“What the hell happened?” you yell as you begin throwing your bags on the bed

You take one good look around the bunker, you look into your brothers rooms. Dean has pictures out of the family but not one of you. Or with you. Same with Sam’s room.

“Why the hell do I even stay? Not like they notice if I just leave and not come back” you say to yourself as you start packing the rest of your stuff

You finally made the decision in packing up and leaving. Finally.

“Where’s y/n?” Sam looks to Dean.

They finish up the case and solve the problem like as if it was nothing. Well to them it was nothing cause it was easy. For the most part

“What do you mean where is y/n? She’s back at the room” Dean replies while putting the guns away into the trunk.

“No she isnt. Dean we have been leaving her out of everything and I dont ever asking if she wants to tag along” Sam replies while feeling bad.

Well Sam is feeling more angry with himself for not including you in anything. He’s beginning to realize he has been doing this a lot. Not once does he ever asked if you would want to tag along or anything.

“What the hell are you even talking about? Of course I asked her if she wanted to come?” Dean replies in his defence, he was pretty sure he asked.

So he thought.

“Really? You had a conversation with her and asked if she wanted to come along for our hunting trip?” Sam asks not convince he has asked either.

Dean thinks long and hard about the day before taking on the case. He remembers getting out of bed, hungry and not in the mood for anything. Well until he’s had coffee anyway.

He thinks to the rest of the day and not once does he ever remember talking to you. Or even acknowledging you. Period.

“Son of a bitch” Dean mutters

He couldnt believe how long its been going on, he is more ashamed with himself than Sam. He knew better not to treat you this way.

“We need to head back to the bunker and forget the rest” Sam says and begins to pack the car.

Dean pulls out his phone to call you. But no answer

“My call went straight to voice mail” Dean says while getting in the drive side and stepping on the gas.

“She isnt answering any of my texts” Sam says next while constantly checking his phone

“How did we take it this far?” he asks while looking to Dean

“Honestly, everything” is all Dean says and keeps his focus on the road.

Sam continues to talk about how they continued for so long to ignore you and not even acknowledge you once. Not even for your birthday. Nothing.

Dean let him vent about the things they did cause he had nothing to say about it. He had nothing to defend himself. There was nothing to defend.

“She better be home” Dean says while pulling in front of the bunker

“Y/N” Sam yells for your name as he comes down the stairs.

“Y/n?, we’re back” Dean yells next in hopes you would be walking out the hall way.

As they look, they hear no foot steps, no door opening or closing. Nothing, they hear nothing.

Dean walks down the hall and is face to face with your bedroom door. He is hoping that you are taking a nap after feeling frustrated with your brothers. Thats his hope

Sam hopes for the same but he has a feeling you are gone.

The both knock on your door and when they heard nothing is when they walked into your room.

They see how empty your room is, Sam checked the dressers and no clothes in them. Dean looked in your night stands and saw all the guns given to you were in there.

“She left these” Dean says as he pulls out the drawer and shows Sam

“She leave anything else? Cause all her clothes are gone” Sam says while looking around your room.

All the other things were left behind, the books, the notes and everything else that you did to make your room, yours.

“Im calling her again” Dean says while pulling out his phone and calling you.

All of a sudden they hear a phone ringing, they look to each other in frustration.

“She left all her phones too” Sam says while pulling out the box from under your bed.

You debated about breaking them and throwing all of them away but you didnt bother. You just left them back at the room in the bunker.

You were hours away from Kansas and not exactly sure where you were going but youre going. Far away from your brothers, where you wouldnt be in their way anymore or just not be ignored anymore.

You left everything behind, including the weapons you were given. Everything.

Dean and Sam searched every where for you. Asked other hunters if they seen you and they got nothing. Even Castiel couldnt find you. Not even the other angels. Well then again the other angels wouldnt know you either, not like Dean or Sam took you any where to meet anyone. You only ever met Castiel once and that was it.

All Dean and Sam were reminded was just the ghost of you, roaming the halls and in the kitchen. They were defeated.

Dean was the best tracker but he couldnt track you, he couldnt.

“Son of a bitch” Dean yells as he begins to tear his room apart.

Sam is down the hall hearing his big brother tear his room apart from the anger, heart broken and frustration. He winces every time something big hits the wall or floor.

Every restaurant you went to, you ordered the things you liked to eat and not what Dean wanted or what Sam wanted. For once you did things for you.

You were free.

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #sister!winchester #supernatural fic #supernatural fic request #request #reader insert #supernatural reader

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koiyyo · 5 years ago

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DR1 “modern” MC server HCS!

thx for the ask anon :) this is (one of) the most chaotic things we’ve written but thanks for the prompt because the universe needs more chaos u know (and more minecraft) - mod irusu

ALSO ILL POST THE OTHER GAMES IN LIKE .3 SECONDSD I DONT LIKE BIG BOY POSTS (this is DR1) AND TO THE ANON I PROMISE WERE PROFESSIONAL THE ASK GOT DELETED BY ACCIDENT - mod corn

-by mod irusu, mod cass, mod dragon, mod corn, mod chie and mod kiwi

makoto - “guys we have to go vegan” - started an alliance with kyoko, byakuya, toko and komaru - they don’t kill people they just leave gifts uwu - is to scared to go mining - when he does go mining he finds diamonds within 10 minutes it’s terrifying - just vibes and decorates the house - named a dog byakuya and gave it to toko to make her happy - toko appreciates

komaru - accidentally hits her dog - cries - has made it her goal to get every flower - so close!! - settles in a flower forest and sees gonta frequently - they vibe together and find bees - baby talks to her animals

kyoko - tries to strategize ways to get diamonds faster - makoto and nagito ruin that whole idea - found the end portal like 30 minutes in with shuichi - has a whole villager dungeon - results in really good enchantment books - when peoples items get stolen, she pulls a sherlock holmes - has gotten tons of good items as payment

byakuya - literally sucks at minecraft - renews the server monthly cause makoto begged him to - pays others to get him stuff - has literally bought a whole set of diamond armor from nagito with real money - is a nomad because toko hunts him down - steals gold from celeste and makes gold pictures of himself - has a diamond throne - forces toko to fucking throw herself into lava

hiro - “welcome to my how to get high in minecraft tutorial” - claims minecarts go to fast - even if they’re not moving - lives his life as a hermit in the mountain - tho he likes to go around like a merchant giving fortunes - gets paid an emerald, “in the future.. i see u being broke…”

hina - has multiple autofarms - will eat even if her hunger bar is down only one (1) - convinced sakura to build a martial arts stadium - likes sailing the ocean - attempted to swim across the mc world - gave up midway through cause her hands got tired

toko - antagonizes byakuya daily - leaves him books in all of his chests - when she’s not horny on main she likes hunting flowers with komaru - had to help komaru after she tried making friends with an enderman - has built a library - fills it with chests of her own books - the back has NSFW books,,, komaru will never know - forcefully puts cakes infront of byakuya’s house

sayaka - has pixel art maps of herself all over her house - they have karaoke night on calls - tries to do choreography - it’s just her walking side to side bless - prob has skins made after her,, uses them - shift unshift shift unshift shift unshift - always goes to ibuki's music venue

leon - has 50 bows for some reason? where’d he get them? nobody knows. - god at snowball fights - lots of papers that are renamed to “autograph by leon” - throws them at people - makes a mansion in mc cause he cant afford one irl

chihiro - co-owns the server with chiaki - has admin commands - probably abuses them - doesn't cheat things in, just uses /smite on kokichi - probably tps people if they ask - has to assist kaede in helping new players cause hes a pro - in his freetime he makes mods for mc,, server doesn’t know this

mondo - probably a koser - taka stops him from kosing most of the time - has a minecart that he calls his motorcycle - denies it, but he thinks the cockatiels are cute - has a gang of them now dedicated to his biker group - lives with taka and chihiro

taka - his lifelong goal is to find kokichi and put him in jail for breaking the laws of minecraft by burning down people’s houses - tried to enforce rules on the server - tried to make being horny a crime because of miu - cries cause he can’t catch them all - made a funky jail doe - “STOP! you violated the law. pay the court a fine or serve your sentence. your stolen goods are now forfeit” - people just leave as he types this out

hifumi - tried to make a build of a vagina but taka stopped him - copies pixel art and puts big titty anime gfs in the world, scattered around randomly, taka had to convince chihiro to ban him, but he refused - does celeste’s dirty work, like getting materials - works out more in mc than irl tbh - has an anime girl skin o god o fuck - tried to add his fanfictions to toko’s library once, got his ass beat - probably uses x-ray texture pack

celeste - honestly just vibes - has a bucket of lava on her incase hifumi tries to interact with her - lives in the nether - has like 3 sets of netherite armour, will beat your ass - “its my aesthetic” - double wields two enchanted netherite swords - shares her tools with kyoko - has made pixel art of victorian paintings - maps them, hangs them around the house

sakura - hina’s bodyguard - sails with her across the sea - has one of the highest kill counts - owner of the martial arts stadium - everyone fights with sticks - sakura is still somehow on top,, - “i don’t need armor im buff” - tried to fight the ender dragon head on,, nearly won - enjoys spending time in her backyard garden

mukuro - tried to convince chiaki and chihiro to put a gun mod on - they refused, almost shot a bitch - unironically listens to hunger games by bajan canadian - “if i can’t have my guns chiaki can't have her house” - got arrested by taka for arson - opts for a crossbow instead - people have to tell her no, it’s not battle royale, just thrive - ‘mukuro is using aimbot’ ‘no im NOT WHAT THE FUCK DO Y-’

junko - spends 20 minutes getting a minecraft skin just to go find another one - changes her skins as fast as her personalities - barely on the server because of this - house is trapped constantly because nobody likes her - therefore she traps other people’s houses - always has a sign saying “it’s punishment time” in front of said traps - constantly stealing so they “feel despair” - always on instagram live streaming her antics - the only person’s house she hasn’t trapped is kokichi’s because she honestly has no fucking clue where he lives i hope these are to ur liking!!! literally all the mods went feral AJKGJKA also ty for taking the time to send a request it made all our hearts uwu - mod corn

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xxwritemeastoryxx · 5 years ago

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Forgotten Alliance Ch. 4

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Eventual Elijah Mikaelson x OC with other parings mentioned throughout.

Word Count: 3.7K

Warnings: Not too much. Canon typical stuff.

Author’s Note: As a reminder, FA can be found on ffnet up to chapter 42. I am uploading chapters here on tumblr for convenience. I decided against tagging this until new chapters are posted. Of course there are a few that wished to be tagged and I will be tagging them in this. If you would like to be tagged please let me know! Chapters are queued and will be posted randomly. This chapter is set up with right before episode 3.15 and half the events of 3.15. Enjoy

Elizabeth's footsteps easily echoed in the empty cemetery. While Vampires were unwelcome there, Elizabeth had a right to be there. She may have been a vampire for over eight centuries, she never lost the respect she had for the dead. Even when it was her own family. Elizabeth carried a bouquet of flowers as she made her way to the family crypt that she had visited several times. Stepping inside she placed the flowers in the dusty vase. She ran her fingers over the first stone on the wall, removing the dust. The name Emmalina Claire appeared under the layer of dust. A small smile played on Elizabeth's lips as she took a step back. "I just want back what's mine. " She shook her head slightly. "You had no choice in the matter, I am willing to give the young one a choice." With out another word, Elizabeth walked out and headed to find the person she really wanted to see.

She needed to have a word with Vincent. While she had heard he didn't make any deals with vampires, Elizabeth hoped that with her being a family member of an ancestor, he would be willing to help. Finding Vincent by the alter, Elizabeth cleared her throat to catch his attention. He turned around and seemed rather annoyed that a vampire was wanting his attention again.

"I promise I am not here to torment you in any way." Elizabeth said staying in her spot.

"Then what is it you are here for?" Vincent asked as he eyed Elizabeth.

"I'm looking for a descendant of mine. I need her help. I was told you were the person to talk to." Elizabeth needed her descendant to help her with a particular spell.

"Who is it that you are looking for?" Vincent seemed to relax a bit.

"Davina Claire." Elizabeth said with a nod. And she had gotten the reaction she had expected from Vincent.

"What is it that you really want with Davina?" He asked taking a few steps towards Elizabeth. Elizabeth still stayed in her spot showing that she had no intention of hurting him.

"I have no reason to lie to you Vincent." Elizabeth assured him. "I only need her help with something. A spell had been given to Emmalina Claire long ago. Only our descendant can undo that spell. And while I wish it had been another witch, Davina is who I need."

"What is this spell that you need undone?" Vincent was now curious as to what Elizabeth needed the spell for.

"That is a long story." She said hoping to avoid talking about said spell.

"I have nothing but time." Vincent said moving his arm to point to the entryway. Elizabeth sighed and started walking, followed by Vincent.

Elizabeth paced in her room. It had been a few hours since she had visit Vincent and her mind was racing with thoughts. She wasn't sure if she wanted to go through with this anymore. She was no longer sure if she really needed Davina. She could just live her life with the spell intact. She had done so for many years. What was the harm in several thousand more?

"Your brain is going to fry if you keep thinking that hard." Malakai said as he sat in a chair with a book in his hand that he clearly wasn't interested in. "I thought the whole point of talking to the witch would make things better for you."

"That's not the point." Elizabeth said shaking her head. "I don't know if I want to do this. Its not fair to either one of us."

Malakai laughed. "You mean to tell me we left the most amazing party in Paris for you to change your mind about all of this?"

"No." Elizabeth said glaring. "We left that boring party in Paris because there was that chance we would be dying. And I had to make sure that-"

"That Elijah was safe." Malakai finished for her. "But you are in New Orleans. You told yourself the next time you were here you would get the spell from a Claire."

Elizabeth shook her head. "I don't know if I can ask her to do such a spell Malakai. She has been used by the Mikaelsons and by her own coven. She was shunned as well. I cant ask this of her. She wouldn't understand." She stopped her pacing and looked out the window.

"But isn't it worth it to be able to be free to feel the way you want to?" Malakai stood up and walked to Elizabeth, placing his hands on her shoulder. "She had that spell made for a reason, Liz. She's dead now. You saw to that when you ripped her heart out." That should have made Elizabeth smile but it didn't.

"What if I am not ready for it like I thought I was?" She looked over her shoulder at Malakai.

"Then hold off on actually talking to Davina." He kissed her temple and it caused a small smile to form on Elizabeth's lips. She wouldn't have been able to do this without Malakai here with her. While she had spent a good eight centuries without him, having him there with her the last three were enough to make up for the time they had been apart.

"ORPHAN, HYBRID! Your presence is requested." Klaus yelled out from his room. It caused Elizabeth to roll her eyes. They both left Elizabeth's room and head for Klaus's room.

"Must you yell for them Niklaus? They do have supernatural hearing." Elijah stated from his seat in Klaus's room.

"Should I give you a bell to ring when ever you need me?" Elizabeth asked as she walked in and took a seat across from Elijah. Malakai shook his head at Elizabeth and leaned against the door frame.

"Actually yes. And while you're at it, how about grabbing yourself a maids outfit." Klaus said with a smug look on his face.

"Bite me." Elizabeth said giving him a glare.

"Enough." Elijah said looking between the two. "Eight hundred years and you two still act like the same way you did towards each other."

"Circumstances, Elijah." Elizabeth said giving him a smirk. "Now what is it that you called us up here for?"

Klaus gestured to the letters he had sprawled all over his bed. Looking at them Elizabeth raised an eyebrow.

"You collect trophies from all your victims?" Freya asked. Elizabeth had smiled at Freya.

"Don't they always?" Elizabeth said shaking her head. Elijah gave her a slight look of annoyance and turned to Freya.

"Letters to their loved ones to be more specific." He said looking towards Klaus.

"Just out of curiosity, did you take anything from my family?" Elizabeth asked looking at the pile of letter. Klaus smirked and searched through the pile for a moment before holding a letter up. Anger filled Elizabeth for a moment as she stood up and snatched the letter from his hand. Her eyes had scanned the letter over and over that she had missed half the conversation being said.

"Well, Niklaus, if it offers you any solace whatsoever, Elizabeth ransacked Aya's belongings, you torched Aurora's hunting ground, and obliterated every last splinter of the white oak." Elijah's words had brought Elizabeth out of the letter.

"And I enjoyed being the one to ransack Aya's place." She said for her own need.

"I'd be mad to believe that ever last splinter had been obliterated." Klaus said with a growl.

"You already are mad." Elizabeth said at the exact time Elijah had said "Perhaps you should see a therapist"

It wasn't until after Klaus had walked out of the room, that Elijah had given Elizabeth a look she had known all to well.

"I know, I know." Elizabeth said as he turned to walk out of the room.

Malakai nodded towards Freya before he turned and walked out, going to his own room. Elizabeth sighed and turned to Freya.

"What's troubling you Liz?" Freya asked the moment Elizabeth turned toward her.

"Remind me the rules of magic." She said as she began to pace out of habit. "If one line of witches, creates a spell, can another line of them undo the spell?"

Freya had looked at Elizabeth with concern. "What did you get yourself into?"

"It was long ago, Freya. Just humor me, please." Elizabeth said hoping Freya would actually trust her enough to let it go.

"It depends on how big of a spell. What kind of spell are we talking about?"

Elizabeth hesitated for a moment. "Lets just say its a spell that kept a certain bond between two people concealed."

Freya's concerned look got worse. She was definitely needing to know what it was that Elizabeth had gotten herself into. "Unless you tell me more details than that, I wouldn't be able to tell you." Freya said shaking her head.

"Its complicated, Freya. And a terribly long st-" Elizabeth was interrupted by the sound of crying. A sigh of relief passed her lips. "I'll take care of her. Its been a while since I've held a baby." She took off to Hayley's room before Freya could ask anymore questions.

Hope's giggling had echoed through the room. Elizabeth had been keeping the girl occupied for some time that she hadn't heard or even see Hayley come into the room.

"She likes you." Hayley said, causing Elizabeth to jump slightly.

"I miss having young ones around." She said standing up and handing Hope to Hayley.

"When you were human did you have children?" Hayley asked curiously.

"One." Elizabeth said with a slight smile. "Unfortunately, I had to leave her in another village to protect her."

"Why?" There was a judging tone to Hayley's question. "Why would just leave her with someone else?"

Elizabeth chuckled and looked at Hope. "Wouldn't you do the same if you were human and had a husband hell bent on beating the both of you?"

"I'm so sorry Liz, I didn't mean to sound so judgy about it."

"Its alright." Elizabeth noticed the blood on Hayley's forehead but didn't mention it. "How is the list coming?"

"Its getting there. " Hayley said with a shrug. "It doesn't help bring back Jackson, but it helps me a little."

"That's the point, isn't it?" Elizabeth asked. "To feel some sense of release in revenge?"

"Have you had revenge on someone?" Hayley asked curiously.

It took Elizabeth a moment to think if she had ever gotten revenge on someone. She nodded. "Aya."

"What is it that she did to you?" Elizabeth looked away from Hayley for a moment.

"She took something that I'm not even sure I can get back. So we are in the same boat. Different destinations though." She said with a shrug. "I'll leave you two alone." She said with a smile. Hayley nodded and watched as Elizabeth walked out of the room.

Elizabeth's first thought was that she needed some air. That she needed to get out of the compound for a little. Being inside since she had arrived was enough to start driving the woman mad. A walk would do her some good. She also needed to feed. She had not done so since before entering the quarter. Just thinking about the blood was making her eyes change. Before she could even get herself to calm down with her thoughts of blood, Elijah was in front of her looking concerned as ever.

"Elizabeth, is everything alright?" He asked placing his hands on her arms. Shaking her head, and closing her eyes for a second, she finally got her eyes back to normal.

"Forgive me, I haven't fed." She said trying to make her voice sound as if it was no big deal.

"When was the last time you did?" There was that fatherly tone again that caused Elizabeth to chuckle. But the look in his eyes told her he was being serious.

"A little more than a few days." She admitted.

"Why haven't you been feeding?" He asked, the concern still present.

"My mind has been clouded with things recently. I honestly put my blood lust on the back burner."

"Stay here." Elijah said before walking away from a moment. A sigh passed her lips as she looked up to see Malakai leaning over the railing. She shook her head at him.

Knowing that Elijah could be on his way back he only mouthed the words You have to tell him. Elizabeth shook her head. Now wasn't going to be the best time to tell anyone anything. Before Malakai could mouth anything else, Elijah came back with a blood bag. She accepted it and was going to wait for Elijah to leave to drink from it, but he stayed and watched her. Sighing, she bit into the bag and drank from it. Once the blood had been gone, Elizabeth pulled the bag from her lips and smiled.

"Thank you. I feel much better." She said with a nod.

"If you'll excuse me, I need to check on Hope." Elizabeth nodded and watched as he headed up stairs.

Elijah, Elizabeth and Freya had been sitting in the study, seeming to enjoy the afternoon. Elizabeth had sat in the corner chair with her head resting on one arm rest and her legs hanging over the other as she checked her phone. Elijah had book in his hand, reading while Freya had been working on something, Elizabeth couldnt quite figure out. They all had been preoccupied in there tasks that once Klaus came raging in, Elizabeth tilted her head back and groaned.

"There goes the peaceful afternoon." She mumbled to herself.

"It was him. It was Gaspar Cortez." Klaus said as he paced the study.

Freya sighed placing the item in her hand down on the table. "I assume this is someone from your box of letters?" She asked crossing her arms.

"The youngest son of a particularly vile family of warlords I dealt with in the 17th century." Klaus replied, still pacing.

"Didn't they burn that philistine pigsty to the ground?" Elijah asked closing the book he had been reading and setting it on the stand beside the chair. The question itself caused Elizabeth to chuckle and Klaus to scoff at his brother.

"Pigsty?" Klaus finally stopped his pacing and looked at Elijah. "Belaga was my favorite artist retreat! Someone had to pay for that, so I murdered Gaspar's brute of a father."

Elizabeth couldnt help herself. "And who else did you kill?"

"Maybe one or two-" Klaus started but was interrupted by Elijah.

"Five." he said with a sigh as he stood from his chair.

"Five of his bloodthirsty brothers." Klaus said annoyed.

"Don't forget the mistress." Elijah added in and Elizabeth smirked.

"That was an accident!" Klaus defended himself. It caused Elijah to roll his eyes and look towards Freya and Elizabeth.

"The point is that Gaspar was but a footnote." He said nodding slightly.

"Until he became a vampire, hell bent on hunting me."

"Everyone is hell bent on hunting you, Niklaus." Elizabeth said rolling her eyes. It was apart of the paranoia Elizabeth had seen very few times. Klaus glared at Elizabeth for a moment before continuing on his rant.

"He's a cunning deviant, known to compel hoards of the helpless to aid him with his tasks. " The man began pacing again. "You see, this is exactly what I was concerned about. Devils of all kinds, crawling out of their crevices to strike at me." The group had expected him to continue with his rant when he paused for a moment. "Speaking of which..."Before anyone could ask what he was talking about, Klaus was out of the room and going after something or someone. Elizabeth heard Elijah sigh as they heard the commotion downstairs.

"Shall we see what he is up to?" Elijah was the first to leave and while Elizabeth wasn't exactly willing to see what they Hybrid had done down stairs. It wasn't until she heard one name that she got up out of her seat. Kol Elizabeth was at the railing in a second looking down at the courtyard. Her heart was pumping fast with the anger that filled her.

"You stole the nexus vorti." Freya said slightly annoyed. Elizabeth could see the girl in front of them roll her eyes.

"And brought your brother back from the dead!" the witch said.

"You should be thanking her, really." Elizabeth watched as Kol stepped towards his family. All Elizabeth could see in that moment was the memory of walking back into her village and seeing destruction before she watched as Kol grabbed her mother before running. Malakai had stepped out of his room wondering what was going on when he caught sight of Elizabeth with her eyes changed and the veins clearly visible under her eyes.

"Shit." Malakai said to himself before, taking speeding towards Elizabeth. Once he was by her side, he placed a hand on her shoulder like he always done. "Breathe Liz." His words usually calmed Elizabeth. But this time it did nothing. Elijah had heard Malakai speaking to Elizabeth. It caused him to look up in time to see Elizabeth push Malakai away from her and jump down into the courtyard and head after Kol. "Stop her Elijah, that's pure rage she going on. I don't think you'd want your brother dead after just coming back from the dead. Elijah stepped in her way, but Elizabeth tried moving out of his way. With no luck, Elijah had Elizabeth's arms locked behind her.

"Who the hell is that?" Kol asked.

"Think about it long and hard." Elizabeth growled out, still trying to break free of Elijah's hold. Elizabeth wanted nothing more than to rip out his heart. Davina had stepped in front of him, ready to use her magic if needed.

"I wouldn't do that Davina, she's your blood." Malakai said jumping down into the courtyard. The statement alone caused everyone to look shocked at what he said. He walked over to Elijah and Elizabeth and placed his hands on both sides of Elizabeth's neck. "You'll thank me later for this one." He said while snapping her neck.

"Was that necessary?" Elijah asked with a hint of anger in his voice. He carried Elizabeth's body to the couch in the courtyard.

"Believe me Elijah is was necessary." Malakai said looking at the others. Klaus had been the only one who had an amused look on his face.

"Want to tell me what the hell that was about?" Kol asked looking at Malakai.

"You see Kol, " Klaus began with a smirk on his face. "You do remember that night we had slaughtered a village and you let the child run away?" The end of that question had caused Freya and Davina to cringe at the thought of them killing children.

"There were several villages, Nik." Kol responded still looking a bit confused.

Klaus chuckled and patted Kol's back. "Think about it. The mother and daughter that had came late to dinner."

"Oh, that child." Kol said finally remembering. "That's not her is it?"

Elijah shook his head. "Elizabeth has been able to forgive Niklaus for slaughtering members of her village. But you must understand, Kol. You killed her mother in front of her. That isn't something that's easily forgiven."

"And not to mention that when she heard you had died, she felt release from that pain. Seeing you alive, as much as you can be, brought a lot of that pain back, buddy." Malakai said walking over to the couch Elizabeth was on. "When she wakes up, I'll be sure to try and keep her calm, but Kol, you may want to stay clear of Liz for a while. " Malakai lifted Elizabeth up and started heading up the stairs to her room.

"Wait." Davina said taking a step towards Malakai. "You said she was my blood. What did you mean by that?"

Malakai chuckled. "You see I'm not sure how many greats I need to put in front the actual title, but she's your grandmother. One of the reasons she came to New Orleans was to see you. She needed your help."

"Help?"Both Elijah and Davina asked at the same time.

"What did she need help with?" Elijah asked.

"Oh no, that's on her to tell the both of you what she needs help with." Malakai said not willing to give any details to anything. "But for now, I'm gonna get her to her room before she wakes up and tries killing Kol again. Take care of what you need to. She'll be okay for now." That was the last thing he had said before leaving the original family and Davina to finish the little family reunion Elizabeth had interrupted. But even then, Elijah, Davina and Freya wondered what was that Elizabeth had needed help with. Freya knew that it had to do with the spell Elizabeth had asked about earlier. She would have to wait until Elizabeth was up to demand the details.

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Weddings are Magical Moments

AN: this is part 3 and probably final part to this series… written in compilation with @icantlivewithyou‘s writting challenge. i hope this concludes the series nicely. really really really super sorry this was late... life got really busy and i found i could not think of the ending... again super sorry about the late entry... hope this concludes nicely.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Prompt #43 “How did i manage to get the most beautiful girl in the world?”

summery: surprise!!!!

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~summer just after graduation~

the summer consisted of you and Draco finishing getting your apartment set up… it was a messy process, but the photos from graduation now hung on your walls, you didnt use magic to finish setting up your apartment except to reach the high stuff…

Draco: “i can’t believe we defeated the dark forces and graduated all in the short course of a year… now we have started making this place more homey… but when do we want to do the most important task…”

you turned your attention on Draco as you went over to sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck allowing your noses to collide…

YN: “and which task is that love?”

Draco: “telling your family… any plans to see then this summer?”

YN: “no but im sure they wouldnt mind if i came for a visit…”

Draco: “what do you think if we went to see them in a few weeks? i mean we could spend about 2 weeks with them and then we will make sure to break the news of our relationship status during those 2 weeks. i just hope its alot smoother than telling everyone else.”

YN: “well if it helps babe, we will leave in a few hours, i am magically packing our things as we speak… if i know my parents and i do, they will bring over all the family that they can get in touch with once we tell them of the engagement. trust me, my family has part scottish and part spanish heritage so its gonna be alot of partying… are you sure you can handle that…”

Draco could only laugh at the thought of what meeting the family would mean… but he was excited by the opportunity.

Draco: “as long as we are together we will be able to conquer anything. now lets get this show on the road… where do your parents live..”

you had to smile, you had to take a deep breath before revealing your hometown… cause it wasnt the london house that you would stay in every summer with your uncle and aunt… it was elsewhere that your parents mostly lived..

YN: “barcelona… they live in barcelona…”

Draco: “can we get there by train?”

you nod your head and smile, you knew his little tricks, you knew how Draco’s mind worked, though you both had agreed to wait till you were properly married, this didnt mean you both couldnt make out passionately…

you felt his lips graze your neck, your only thought in that moment was of the bliss you felt with each of his kisses. after a very passionate make out session you both grabbed your bags, hopped a taxi all the way to the train station.

you approached the ticket agent who was nice enough to tell you the time your train would depart, arrive, and even book you guys a ride once there… you both were grateful.

you both went to wait for the train, you decided to wander into the gift shop… Draco seemingly followed you, you were so lost in your own little daze that you didnt see Draco buying a small bracelet and necklace set for you…

you went to the counter to spot Draco near papers and magazines. you chose a nice plain gold chain for your fiance. you hid it in your pocket when he met your gaze.

Draco: “hey love ready to go meet our train?”

YN: “of course. lets go…”

you and Draco hand in hand with your luggage walked over to the train platform… the ride was gonna be 6 hours and 30 mins long. you and Draco would use that time to take a nap and figure out how you guys would tell you parents about the engagement.

the train arrived and was unloaded, your only hope was that with your soon to be family reunion that your parents would be totally understanding about why you hadnt brought Draco home sooner.

you and Draco found your own private stall, your own private stall in the 1st class car, you really get what you pay for… this was sure to make the ride more comfortable. you watched as Draco placed your luggage in the over head storage compartments and took his seat beside you.

the train was loaded and ready to go in 15 minutes. lots of people, lots of background noise that was drowned out with a sound proofing spell… the only sound you both would be able to hear was the ticket man coming round to check the tickets.

but before that would happen, you were staring out the window lost in thought.

Draco: “Love… are you okay?”

you snapped out of it at the feeling of your fiance’s hands on your own.

YN: “of course i’m just trying to figure out the best way with which to approach my parents about the engagement.”

Draco: “come on love, lean into me we will sleep on it, if the ticket checker comes around our magic will put the tickets in the box, they are sitting on the inner window of the door with a do not disturb on the door nob. the ticket man wont come in but he will do the check of the tickets from the look on the door. now lean into me love, we will do the best thinking while we dream.”

you did as Draco suggested, it was amazing how soothing the movement of the train could be, well it was a soothing 4 hours of rest till the train stopped at one of the stations along the route… this was the kind of layover thing that you really didnt expect… but you stirred and looked up at Draco who was still fast asleep.

you moved slightly and smiled as you exited your cabin heading for the washroom. your only hope was to get there and back before Draco would wake up…

you made it to the washroom and did what you wanted to do, before heading back you stopped at the snack cart picking up a small treat for the love of your life and heading back to your cabin.

you entered to find Draco looking around having just woken up… his hair a mess, his eyes barely open, you shut the door and went back to his embrace…

Draco (sleepily): “what time is it?”

YN: “shh go back to sleep love we still have 2 hours till arrival… we will arrive soon! im still here just wrap your arms round me love, we will arrive soon! you will need all the energy and rest you can get before you meet my parents.”

Draco was already holding you from the moment you started talking, but he had passed out short moments ago… all you could think was how you were so lucky… but there it was you felt it, you felt a dark energy enter the train.

you weren’t sure about what was actually happening, but you ignored the energy, you had no idea about what was about to transpire… you had no idea that someone from your past would soon make an appearance.

Draco woke up an hour later, you decided that it was time to tell him the rest of the truth.

Draco: “whats wrong love? you look more worried than before…”

YN: “i feel a presence, a force that i havent felt since before my years at Hogwarts. before i got my acceptance letter to hogwarts, my parents had arranged for me to marry another magic being, a young wizard who was always kind of a creep. last time i ever saw him was the day he tried to rape me… but the last thing i heard he had been told to appear before the ministry for use of the dark arts… but he had been cursing my name in front of the ministry… my parents after that stopped the arrangement, but everywhere i went for a while i felt this dark energy, this energy is the same kind i felt only but an hour ago… Draco what if he is here, what if he is hunting me…”

Draco: “babe, its okay if anyone with so much as a small bit of dark energy gets within 5 feet of you, i’ll fight by your side as i have now sworn to always do… do not forget we are the ones now engaged to be married. we are the ones that defeated the dark powers invading our school, we are the new professors at Hogwarts school… we have the power of love on our side, as long as we are together nothing bad will go wrong… now once we get to barcelona we will find our way to your parents place. then we will be safe…”

YN: “i hope your right babe…”

~arrival in Barcelona, Meeting the parents~

you and Draco hear the station name in both english and spanish, then you both grab your bags and get off the train… you knew the way home so you decided to hail a bicycle taxi which conversation goes like this.

Taxi Driver: “where to guys?”

YN: “YLN manor…”

Taxi Driver: “how do you know the YLNs?”

YN: “i’m their daughter…”

the driver immediately cut all the cost of the ride…

taxi driver: “my apoligies mi’lady i’ll cover the cost of the ride, dont worry about a thing you and your man just relax and enjoy the ride…”

YN: “dont worry about it, it will always be my pleasure to use your services…”

Taxi driver: “you honor me with your presence…”

the driver started driving, it was a very nice scenic ride, you were very happy to be home, you were also very nervous to introduce Draco to your parents. but showing him the way to your spanish home, something about this made things feel right…

Draco: “this is a breath taking sight, but not as breath taking as the first time i saw you…”

YN: “it is beautiful, i cant wait to give you the entensive tour of the grounds… the rose garden, the rest of the house, the maze, my room!”

Draco: “your family sounds loaded… why do you not take advantage of it?”

YN: “cause i like being independant… now lets relax and enjoy the barcelona sights…”

the ride lasted another 30 minutes before arriving outside the gates of your property, you and Draco got off the cart pulling off your luggage turning to the taxi driver… you hand him a $15 tip, he looks at you confused..

YN: “keep it you deserve it… trust me your only the best taxi driver ive ever had bring me up here… thank you so much for all you do…”

the taxi driver went on his way grateful for the kindness shown, you went to the intercom and pressed the call button…

helen: “yes?”

YN: “i’m here to see the lord and lady of the house…”

Helen: “ill let you inside…”

the gates open, you and Draco walk through the gate, you wait to make sure it closes behind you guys before continuing your walk to the door… the door doesnt open right away but you wondered if anyone would even recognize you…

the door opened at your steps, joys of a magical house… you and Draco entered and the sounds of 2 sets of footsteps echoed growing closer and closer… till you heard your name being called…

Sophie (mom): “YN, YN darling is that you?”

Brandon (dad): “is that my little girl?”

YN: “mom, Dad it is me…”

your mom and dad immediately surrounded you with hugs and love… Draco stood there and let you have a few moments with your parents… then the real conversation began…

You backed out of your parents embrace and into the open embrace of Draco…

YN: “mom, dad this is Draco Malfoy… he is my man…”

Draco: “it is an honor to meet the people who brought such an amazing woman into the world and allowed her to go to Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry…”

Sophie (mom): “its an honor to meet you Draco… my name is Sophie…”

Brandon: “its an honor to meet the man who seems to have won the heart of my charming daughter… my name is Brandon… come on in you guys… why didn’t you let us know you were coming pumpkin…”

YN: “i wanted to surprise you guys, i knew you guys were here cause i did a magical check-in… you are gonna love hearing about my final year… this is gonna be one crazy story, but it also leads into my starting to date Draco…”

Sophie (mom): “well lets have Helen take your bags to one guest room and we will have a nice sit down in the living room…”

you and draco follow your parents to the living room…

YN: “place looks the same still… i missed it here…”

Sophie(mom): “and we missed having you here… now you appear and dont even write… like this is crazy… and you show up now with a guy! please darling please explain…”

you and Draco sat on the love seat across from your parents as you began to explain in a little bit of detail the story of what happened and how you met Draco…

YN: “well the story goes like this: me and Draco started at Hogwarts at the same time, he was in my year… we had this kind of rivalry especially in quiddich but thats besides the point… the rivalry was famous, it did wonders for the schools publicity… but during our 3rd year i started being a magic tutor, it was mostly slytherins that needed the help, by the way, that is what house Draco belonged to… but he started to be gentler once i started tutoring him. we started growing closer but didnt admit our feelings till 2 years ago, we hid from public eye ever chance we got to steal a few moments alone… there was a kick our birthdays are within a week of eachother… it was a kick in the pants when the summer before graduating year showed great promise, we had just turned 18 yay for us… we met in hogsmede great minds think alike so we had a butterbeer together but his father and some followers of voldemort showed up at the three broomsticks, it was a scary situation… we booked it out of there and to the alleyway behind grand central station in london… and the feelings came out, from there on we snuck around alot more, before then it had only been the moments before and after quidditch and during the summer, and the moments during the tutoring sessions… the school year started with a moment in the shared slytherin/ravenclaw quidditch captains tent… it was the only lone moment before the school was under attack, we were summoned as house prefecs to the great hall where we were told that the dark forces were entering the school ground, trying to break down the barrier, voldemort and his forces invaded the school, no students were harmed, many teachers were hurt, we only had 2 casualties but voldemort got vanquished but not before voldemort killed Dumbledore… there was only so much that people could do… but after the order of the phoenix and the ministry got there Draco’s parents were disarmed by me and Draco but then were arrested by the order… the school which was semi-destroyed got repaired… the year went on as normal as could be… we didnt loose any students… Professor McGonigal stepped up as the headmistress of the school, i stepped into her position for the classes that she taught that wasnt mine… but Draco stepped in to help fill the position of wherever he could be helpful…”

you had to take a breather, you had basically been taking none stop… tears had been spilling, Draco’s hands on your own as he took over speaking…

Draco: “Sophie and Brandon, during the beginning of the battling i got up to address the school, kind of a we will survive this mess type of speech… and i confessed to the entire school of my feelings for your daughter… naturally the school was amazed but a little shocked, it became the next chapter in our love story… sir, madame, i know that she has already said yes but i still want to ask your permission will you guys allow me the honor of having your daughter’s hand in marriage?”

your parents no sooner had shocked looks on their faces, but there are many ways this could go, your mother now had a look of ‘omg yay!’… your father had just a plain look of ‘omg’…

Sophie (mom): “i give my blessing… Brandon? what do you think?”

Brandon (dad): “well this is certainly quite the ordeal that you guys have been through, but love builds up through even the smallest things, you know when your mother and i met we were from different houses too… love takes time to bloom into a force more powerful than anything… i too give my blessing on this union… so you guys got engaged at school, during the battle… what a time to do that… but still i suppose live in the now is still a thing… congratulations daughter may your years live long and prosper…”

~celebrate with a healthy horse race~

your father snapped his fingers and champange appeared in all of your hands…

Brandon (dad): “Draco i havent known you very long and i look forward to the day i do, but i have observed how you are around my daughter and i happily approve this union… how are you both feeling?”

You and Draco looked at eachother and smiled lightly…

YN: “we slept on the train ride over, we are pretty good right now… do you guys still have the barn?”

Brandon (dad): “ah my little girl wants to race me again?”

YN: “oh dad when are you gonna learn that you will never beat me?”

Brandon (dad): “apparently never… shall we daughter?”

You got up and followed his gesture with Draco and your mother on your heals…

YN: “of course father!”

arriving at the barn you entered to find your star horse munching on her hay… but when you walked in and called her name she looked at you and let out a happy neigh…

YN: “hey girl, i missed you too… Draco come meet my baby…”

Draco came up beside you as you stroked your horses nose…

YN: “draco, meet Lyla… Lyla this is my Fiance Draco…”

Lyla approached Draco and nudged his hand, he started to pat her nose… you smiled lightly, you were so hopeful that everything would work the way you wanted it to during this race… like so many times before you would beat your father in the maze race… the hardest track with which to race…

Sophie (mom): “i have an idea how bout we go in pairs for this race… i go with your father and Draco can go obviously with you YN honey… what do the competitors think?”

you and your father exchanged a look and then turned back to your horses…

Brandon (dad): “sounds fine to me…”

YN: “lets see how well this goes… same rules as usual Dad?”

Brandon (dad): “wands are only for emergency use, this is purely relying on pure riding skill only… Draco, better watch closely for one day you might have to race against me in a singles match…”

Draco: “i look forward to that day…”

you finished grooming your horse and putting on the sattle… then you slid into your riding boots…

YN: “have you ridden before draco?”

Draco: “a few times, not as often as you it seems… but no matter, we will have a nice healthy race…”

YN: “its not all fun and games… its also not a nice healthy race either… its a vital race that happens at least once every 1-2 years… this is just a little competition between father and daughter, we dubbed it a tradition… but my goal is to remain champion… it gives me sweet perks throughout the year… like little gifts appearing around me, within my things etc… its really sweet…”

Draco came up and gave you a kiss on your forehead, your only trait wrong was your inner demons… you had been feeling them more and more since arriving back on spanish soil…

Draco felt you shudder beneath his embrace and pulled your chin to face him…

Draco: “your trembling love… are you sure your up to this?”

YN: “of course… just dont let me fall if i start to…”

Draco: “never… now get up there and lets show your parents what a winning team looks like.”

you got on Lyla first, then helped Draco get on behind you… Your father and mother did the same thing… it was a nightmare… you had no idea how you were supposed to explain your feelings…

Brandon(dad): “lets make this interesting… winning couple gets to have our nicest private room in the barcelona hot spring resort for 2 nights… its gonna be a nice weekend getaway for the people who win that… now does that sound fair?”

YN: “yes on your mark…”

Brandon (dad): “get set…”

YN: “go…”

you and Lyla took off, Draco holding on as tight as possible… he smiled as you let out a war cry that sounded like something out of hercules legendary journeys or something… (***lol one of my current watchlist***)

anyway, your father and mother were not far behind but you rounded the first corner, and took off at high speeds…

Draco: “hey love, this is beautiful, lets take a walk through here later…”

YN: “you think its beautiful now, wait till nightfall its even prettier…”

Draco started kissing your neck gently, you keep your speed increasing not letting up till the entrance to the maze, where as per tradition you slowed down a bit as to not get hurt or run into anything…

Draco: “this is a-maze-ing!!!!”

You started to giggle, but then silenced your self…

YN: “be extra careful with your vocal tones this maze can send echo’d vibrations of vocals if they are too loud… this route is the one i take its clearly marked with symbols only to be seen by my magic’s eye, my father did the same thing… it is how we trained our horses on which path to take…”

Draco: “understandable… but as long as we are speaking calmly and quietly, what kind of wedding do we want?”

you were not startled but a little surprised at the question…

YN: “something obviously to reflect who we are… how do you feel about a wedding at hogwarts just before the students leave on christmas break?”

Draco: “of course we could use the great hall, all the students, teachers and guests can attend the great hall is probably one of the biggest spaces in the entire school.”

YN: “this will probably shock my parents, but i know there will be some people from my family that will not agree with us on where we decide to hold our wedding but we can count on one thing, that is my parents insatiable appetite for trying to over help with everything…”

Draco: “control freaks eh…”

You nod as the exit to the maze comes into view… you clicked your tongue and felt the wind blow… you knew that your parents were no longer far behind… you and Draco made it out of the maze this sent a shockwave to your parents… your father knew instantly that you had made it out of the maze, but he also knew he had to follow the rules..

Brandon: “Sophie do you think our little girl is gonna be okay? i mean i can see the change but i’m not sure what to entirely make of it…”

Sophie: “well she does seem happy and they do look good together. she wouldnt have brought him home unless she was absolutely sure…”

Brandon: “should we tell her?”

Sophie: “soon we just got her back under our roof, but if we dont tell her before they leave our sted, he will surely come for her…”

Brandon: “do you really think he will, i mean he hasnt set foot back on our property since that day…”

Sophie: “look dear the exit, hurry lets catch up to our daughter and future son-in-law…”

you and Draco were almost half way round the final bend when you felt a shockwave, your father let out his war cry, it made you look back, you urged Lyla to go faster, as you finished your final round of the hill…

you stood at the top waiting till your father and mother reached the mid way point on the hill, before you urged Lyla in a charge motion with which to pass your parents on their assent of the hill… that is exactly what happened… the look on your father’s face was priceless, works every time…

Draco: “that was some hardcore stare down…”

YN: “happens every single time we race.. its nothing new… just a little healthy shock your parents, type thing.. now lets win that trip, it will be a nice stay before we head back… plus i was hoping to take you there…”

Draco: “some nice relaxing fun with my fiance sounds like a momentous occasion, was your dad acting a little weird?”

You turned slightly to look at Draco as you both ducked beneath the apple trees…

YN: “you noticed that too… i thought it was just me that noticed…”

Draco: “i hope he doesnt have alterier motives for putting that getaway as the reward…”

you suddenly had to think about this, you were so sure that something had been wrong from the moment your father upped the race stakes… you had never heard him talk that way before…

another shockwave hit, this time it wasnt from the race… you stopped lyla and turned around…

YN: “somethings wrong…”

Draco: “i feel it too… your horse and grounds mi’lady, what do we do?”

YN: “take out your wand and be ready to shoot anything that doesnt look like what we have just ridden through…”

you also drew your wand out of your boot, pulling the reigns Lyla turned around and spoke…

Lyla: “whats wrong? i thought this was a race why are we turning around…”

Draco: “love your horse is talking…”

YN: “did i forget to mention that? oops… yes Lyla something is wrong we just arent sure what just nice and steady down the path Lyla we dont know whats wrong yet…”

Lyla started slowly back down the trail, you and Draco keeping your eyes open for anything suspicious… you both then heard it, the distant sound of spells being cast…

you urged Lyla to go faster, you and Draco with your wands ready cast your disarming charm at the same time to the 2 men standing over your parents… you both then got off your horse and stood with wands ready.

YN: “turn around slowly and back away from my parents…”

the 2 guys turned slowly but only one of them spoke…

Trevor: “its good to see you again YN… i see you have returned from school… long time no see…”

YN: “Trevor… back away from my parents.. leave this property before i send you back to the ministry dungeon for obstruction of rules…”

Trevor: “relax i heard you were back in town i figured we should talk…”

YN: “back away from my parents then talk quickly… then ill let my fiance decide what happens to you after that…”

Trevor and his friend now backing away from your parents as they got off the ground and poofed back to the house… you and Draco now stood blocked them from being able to approach the house.

Trevor: “i gather that the twit beside you is your fiance…”

Draco: “who are you calling a twit asshole…”

Trevor: “YN this guy has a mouth to him… you really picked a charmer… now how bout you guys let us inside and we wont hurt you both…”

Draco: “hey buddy back off, the lady said speak and then let me decide what to do with you…”

You were appauled that he would dare to show his face after all those years ago when he tried to rape you… but he would never get that far this time not with Draco still guarding you…

YN: “Trevor you dare to show your face here after all the pain and turmoil that you pretty well caused me… you got some nerve… Draco dispose of them…”

Draco: “with pleasure my love… then we shall go see if your parents are alright…”

Draco and Trevor now at odds, you were kinda turned on by Draco’s sudden take on a hero verses jealous villain type thing… it was the moment where the knight would keep the princess behind him and face off with the person who was trying to get at her… this case that was true..

Draco: “you leave her be, leave now and i wont defy every bone in my body telling me not to kill you right now…”

Trevor: “you know i would leave but im starting to get really turned on by how hot she looks today, cowering behind you, the way her eyes sparkle in the light of the sun…”

Draco (spell casting): “Sectumsempra”

you watched in delightful horror as Draco now seeming to be enjoying his new magical freedom, aimed that at Trevor… as graduates and full fledged wizards you guys could do magic as often as you like, just not in front of muggles.

Trevor: “you little rat… Clyde get him…”

Clyde (spell casting): “Levicorpus”

you slowed time a bit and stepped right in front of Draco, unfroze time and let the spell hit you. you hung upside down, and you floated away from the fight… you were so scared, but watched intently as the next spell was cast…

Draco: “Nox”

the field and town went dark… then Draco helped set you back on your feet you both started running, you ran towards the maze… only you knew the way through… out of your family, only you were crazy enough to go into the maze in the dark.

YN: “remember speak calmly… the walls still send echoes… ugh why is he… wait a minute… thats it…”

you pulled out your phone and send a 911 Barcelona home to the order… you one response of on way… you were just supposed to hold out till they got there… within seconds you and draco were out of the maze… you guys made your way towards the barn…

there you guys found Remus…

remus: “whats wrong?”

YN: “he is here, somehow he got out of azkaban… he had been in prison for the last 4 years, but thats because he had tried to rape me, my parents banished him from the grounds, ministry guards took him away i went to hogwarts that fall as though the incident hadnt happened. there were so many things wrong that school year, someone very special told me that he believed in all i could be, told me to believe in myself that things would get better. you know what i believed him, look at where i ended up. the way that life has worked out for me so far is amazing, if not for Draco’s encouragement i would have given up hope a long time ago… but this guy and his pal are dangerous… they need to be put away for a long long time… forever would be nice…”

Remus: “well i have order members searching the ground and Nymphadora is inside with your parents YN, she is explaining things to them as well as protecting them. my job is to stay close to you guys and hit these guys head on…”

YN: “don’t underestimate them, especially the one who calls himself trevor… that scumbag walked away from the sectumsepra… i was sure that he was done for… but that was not the case sadly… last time we saw them was just outside the maze… they followed us in to the maze i know that place like the back of my hand but for those guys odds are they are still in there… if you can tell the order members in the field to surround the maze and be wand ready ill lower the maze… its a simple spell that my parents use to mow the grass in the maze.”

once you had finished speaking Remus ushered you and Draco to the side out of direct view of the entrance to the barn… as footsteps came up the path, you were not sure of who was coming down the path but there was more than one set of steps coming.

you huddled into Draco who was leaning against the wall… you then realized that there was no light in the barn…

YN: “alohamora..”

the barn lit up as the group of 6 people entered the barn, 4 order members 2 criminals. you breathed a sigh of relief. this was your downfall, you felt a pull away from Draco but as always you fought it.

Trevor: “you little bitch, you and your skeeving little fiance are gonna pay dearly for this… we are the innocent not them…”

Remus: “silence, you evil skum, order take them to the ministry im sure they are missing some prisoners. ill follow shortly.”

the 6 people disappeared, Remus came over to you and Draco…

Remus: “children i expect to see both of you at the ministry/teachers luncheon the last saturday before school starts…”

Draco: “of course wouldnt miss it…”

YN: “thank you for coming to help with this… ive already sent a file on trevor to the minister they are not going anywhere… thank you again Remus…”

with that Nymphadora comes up beside Remus but not before giving you a homely embracing hug…

Nymphadora: “don’t worry about anything YN you and Draco will live a happy life together. be the greatest power couple to live. dont live according to what your parents have set for examples. make your own examples control your own destinies.”

YN: “i believe we still have a rematch in dueling to do… N..”

Nymphadora: “of course we do and we will get to it soon! once the ministry and the order stop being so hectic.”

you smiled and let her go back to Remus watching as they both disappeared. you went to Lyla and de saddled her and gave her a fresh bale of hay and a few carrots…

Draco: “don’t worry love those creeps will stay put this time… now lets get out of this night air as beautiful as it is, its a little chilly. lets go inside love.”

you and Draco hand in hand walk back towards the house, entering inside you both take off your shoes and head over to the kitchen… you wave your wand and 2 cups of hot chocolate were made…

you shivered as you took off your sweater, Draco didnt shiver at all he also was dressed better than you…

Draco: “your shivering love, here go sit in the living room, ill bring the drinks.”

you went to sit in the living room, you could hear your parents who were upstairs in their room… it had been a trying day, quite frankly you were exhausted, you were sure that if Draco was smart he wouldnt want to marry into the family…

Draco came over a few moments later and set the hot chocolate on the table. he went to the couch and grabbed a blanket bringing it over to where you and he would be sitting. he opens the blanket and places it around his shoulders making sure that there was enough leyway to wrap you in it as well..

Draco: “are you gonna be okay?”

YN: “are you sure you still want to marry me after what just happened?”

Draco pulled you to lay your head in his lap the blanket enchanted by the love emitting off you and Draco fit itself around you guys to keep you both warm.

Draco: “why would you say that… YN as far as i’m concerned your the best part of everything that i am. i wouldnt be the man i am today if not for you. why would you think i wouldnt want to marry you?”

YN: “i saw how you looked when you saw trevor and me exchange glares and words. you looked like…”

Draco: “like any guy would who just wants to protect his girl from a slimey self absorbed dick head. babe i would marry you right now if it was do-able. but we both know we have people who are waiting for us to say the word on the wedding date and location… i wouldnt trade what we have for anything. now just relax, when your ready we will go upstairs and cuddle like we normally would.”

you lay there in his lap and made a feble attempt to put those horrible thoughts of the events that took place out of your head. Draco kept petting your hair, you kept making sure to keep your thoughts pure and simple… you then pulled out your wand and started to design the Save the Date cards…

Draco watched you do this, he was impressed with the design, once finished you both stared at it with intent looks…

Draco: “so does this mean we are officially sending these out…”

YN: “i mean the stationary will be better designed by magic and easier to replicate too… everything else can be hand picked no magic necessary… but the stationary will be cheaper and better quality if we do it ourselves with magic.”

Draco: “r u ready to go upstairs love?”

you nod leaving the design on the table… there are many things in this world that you feel extremely comfortable with but the way Draco had you sit up removing the blanket as he picked you up in a craddle and you guys made your way upstairs.

you pointed the way to your room, arriving inside you guys saw your bags on the chair and found your room hadn’t been changed… Draco put you back on your feet and shut the door.

Draco: “looks like you live better here than at the paris house…”

YN: “not really, kinda but not really… i consider home not by what i have but where my heart is… but you have my heart so my home is now where you are.”

Draco: “How did i manage to get the most beautiful girl in the world?”

YN: “you simply were a little terrible at school.”

Draco shut the door and playfully stalked towards you…

Draco: “you know i can’t wait will we get married, i cant wait to see all of you, to be able to have all of you… to be able to say that i am no longer pure… to say that i gave myself to the girl of my dreams as she has given herself to me…”

YN: “draco darling that sounds like seduction in your vocal tones…”

Draco: “then lets live the passion we felt that day 2 weeks before the start of our final year.”

you snapped your fingers making you and Draco shift into your nightware… it was then like the night you guys spent together in london, making out, not caring, not stopping.

that was the best sleep you had since well that night in london. you and Draco didnt care what time you fell asleep, as long as you both woke the next morning in eachothers embrace that was what truly mattered.

~*time jump* the rest of your stay with your parents in barcelona was fantastic, you and draco celebrated your engagement with a meet ‘n’ greet of the rest of your family… the dancing food music it was alot to take in. by the end of the 2 weeks you guys were ready to get back to your normal lives. as luck would have it when you both got back your teachers owls arrived at the same time. you both decided in a few weeks you would make a trip to diagon alley to do some shopping… and that is where we pick up our story…*~

you both flu power to diagon alley, you guys arrive and start doing your together and individual shops. it was apart of your tradition. it was alot more aparent now than ever the wizarding community didn’t care that you and Draco were together.

YN: “okay how bout we finish the shopping here then we look and see what the wizarding community has for wedding stuff… cause obviously we want some of our lives as wizards in the wedding right.”

Draco: “what about the wedding bands we could have the specially crafted… my father always used this store for all his accessory needs. come along.”

Draco leads you down to the lower side of the alley, you both looking around feeling many eyes on you. but you both stopped before entering the jeweller…

YN: “why dont we go in love?”

Draco: “cause this man who runs this store was a follower of voldemort.. he was never really apart of anything but he was a low key death eater… i know cause he was often at family gatherings. we have to be very very careful… let me do most of the talking… just stay attached to my arm and be quiet unless spoken too.. i say this for your protection and mine love, not to be mean…”

you nod knowing that if Draco was right and he usually was this man could be especially dangerous. you clung to the arm of your fiance as you both walked inside. within 5 seconds of entering you both were approached by a man who looked to be in his mid to late 40′s maybe a bit older…

Henry: “Draco, what a plesent surprise, come without your parents. havent seen them for ages how are they…”

Draco: “on their way to a ministry trial… they caused trouble at hogwarts tried to kill me and my fiance here, and attacked the school with voldemort who is now dead, voldemort killed dumbledore and now me along with my gorgeous fiance happen to be in town for some wedding browsing and school prep as we are 2 of the newest hogwarts professors.”

Henry looked shocked… like he had heard nothing about this…

Henry: “i’m so sorry sir, i had no idea any of this had taken place. now what brings you both into my fine establishment this fine afternoon.”

Draco: “can we place the order for our wedding bands please.?”

Henry: “whats the date of your wedding sir?”

Draco: “december 20, 2020…”

Henry: “why start so early for the wedding collecting?”

Draco: “cause it will save us time in the long run. now can you help us or not?”

Henry: “of course if you guys don’t mind filling out some paper work for the bands and the engravings if any…”

draco nodded Henry went to grab the paperwork, you left Draco to go sit down at the table, you both knew that out of the 2 of you, your writing was the most legible.

Henry re appeared a few moments later with paper work. he placed it on the table in front of you…

Henry: “ive marked everything thats essential to the ring process… ive also marked the spots that need signatures or initials. please feel free to fill out the essential parts plus more if you wish. as much detail as possible when describing what you want done with the rings. please do not hesitate to ask questions.”

Draco sits beside you as you start filling out the form. you inputted as much information as possible, Draco simply drapped his arm around your shoulder as he leaned back in his seat.

within 5 minutes you were just signing it for the final time…

YN: “babe sign and initial where i did it is apparent that we both sign and initial this document.”

Draco did so, then brought the document to Henry… who looked it over very carefully, Draco brought you with him to the counter where Henry stood.

Henry: “well it appears everything is in order… how will you guys be paying today…”

Draco: “put it on my new personal tab as i no longer live at home.”

Henry: “very well Mr. Malfoy we will see you in a year…”

you and draco left the store in a happy happy daze, neither of you really caring too much about what the cost would be, this wedding was yours and you both intended to not let any superstition or anything like money stand in the way of having what you both wanted this wedding to be.

you and draco finished your rounds and went home. it was gonna be a long 2 weeks to finish getting ready and lesson prep for school. you had to prepare what you would teach your students as did Draco…

Drawing up lesson plans included having some fun mock-dueling. it was a great way to keep eachother on your toes. you both also happened to be the leaders of the schools dueling club.

Draco: “lets drift into a world thats entirely our own as we binge watch random disney movies.”

~*you guys spent the next week and a half packing and watching iconic disney classics… Draco loved how you would sing every single song, every verse every word… he loved your voice, he loved listening to you sing. the week and a half flew by and soon it was time to travel to london to spend a few days with the order and the ministry. these next few days would include signing a few legal documents, getting the ministries blessing to marry, the orders blessing to marry and attending the teachers/ministry/order dinner before the start of school. the dinner went well, everyone made a toast to you and Draco calling you the heroes of hogwarts, swearing you guys in as professors, and socializing. then it was the day to board the train to hogwarts. of course teachers have to arrive earlier than students. duh… thats how it always works. taking the teachers train then the boats made you guys feel nostolgic, thinking of your first day of your first year at Hogwarts. but this time it was different. you both knew what to expect… or did you…*~

you guys stepped off the boats and walked up the hill to the entrance hall… using your wands you sent your luggage to your room, changing into your professor robes… you guys went to meet the teachers in the great hall…

Minerva: “Draco, YN welcome back to Hogwarts, i hope you guys enjoy your first year as professors, this year we have taken precautions for any unexpected thing that could happen or befall the school. a repeat of last year will never ever happen again… the students arrive in a few hours and then we will make our enviroment a magical experience. now teachers i invite you all to go set up your classrooms ill make the announcement when the students arrive.”

You and Draco remained behind to speak a few moments with Minerva…

Minerva: “i have a special request for you both to have something formal on tonight.. the dinner is gonna be one to harold and don’t worry everyone will be here to witness…”

YN: “what exactly is harolding this evening Minerva?”

Minerva: “sorry dear its a surprise now off you both go, set up your classrooms, press your evening wear, make sure of your hearts and prepare speeches for tonight as well… it will be a momentous occasion.”

you and Draco walk off towards the hallway containing your classrooms. first stopping at yours… you entered looking around the room and thinking about design as you had done from the day you guys got these jobs… you guys had done design ideas for your classrooms…

YN: “so i dont really want to change too much as i said, i still want to feel like i did when i taught here during graduating year… Draco i dont know which robe to wear tonight… she said formal, what the hell are we going to wear…”

Draco: “dont worry love, we will figure that out after we decorate our classrooms… now decorate your classroom love, something that reflects you and your teaching style.”

You walk into the center point of your classroom and close your eyes, you open your arms to the sides and the classroom transforms to a teal color, the stone straightens up the desks change to a navy color. your desk changes to a emerald green, with a ravenclaw logo on it…

Draco came up behind you, he made sure to wrap his arms around your waist with a clear view on everything.

YN: “just tell me its awful or too much and ill change it…”

Draco: “its hot…”

YN: “that also sounds like a heeping wad of seduction in your voice. just you wait till our wedding night, it will be a romantic occasion… though once we start we might not want to stop.”

Draco and you could only laugh as you both exited your classroom and headed for the D.A.T.D.A classroom (defense against the dark arts)… ~(*yes i had to abreviate but i also put what it means cause its fun!*)~

Draco and You walked in and remembered instantly your first official duel, it happened right here in the classroom under the guidance of RJ it was a exercise to see a few students skill levels. this was also where both you and Draco admitted to your individual selves of your feelings for the other. now here you guys are preparing for a wedding, your wedding.

Draco: “i know i need to make a choice so im just going to close my eyes and let the magic happen.”

You watched as Draco’s room turned into like minded shades of teal emerald green and black… it was a very draco like room. you spun around a bit and smiled…

Draco: “that is much better more me and me when im with you.”

YN: “lets now go spend some time setting up our quarters, maybe have a small makeout session before the announcement of the students arrival is made…”

Draco: “if you were my wife already we would be making a baby by now…”

YN: “i’m surprised Draco Malfoy wants children…”

Draco: “of course i do now hold on tight… ill teleport us there…”

you hold onto Draco as he sends both of you to your new quarters. the shared room approved by the ministry, the school board and the order. you and Draco now had some time alone, finally being back at Hogwarts and not having to hide or sneak around..

After a few hours, the sun was finally setting you and draco decided to find your outfits for the evenings festivities.

Draco: “wear this one love, it’s as formal & professor like as anything else in your closet…”

draco used his wand to put the dress on you, you took your wand and used it to Bring out Draco’s suit…

YN: “wear this one babe, it will be especially handsome on you.”

Draco: “babe we will look amazing, now are you gonna put it on me or do i have to do it myself.”

you pulled out your wand and used it to put the suit on Draco. you both then stood by the mirror and starred at yourselves together all formal.

Draco: “we look like professors now…”

YN: “yes we do…”

Draco then held his arm towards you facing away from the mirror towards the door.

Draco: “shall we go love?”

You took his arm and smiled.

YN: “of course babe!”

you both made your way down to the great hall which was decorated alot fancier than normal… you both thought nothing of it, for you both thought it was just a ploy to make the school seem a bit more cheery…

you walked out to the balcony leaving Draco who was in conversation with Hagrid but noticed quickly of your absense.

Hagrid: “it is gonna be a pleasure workin’ wit you and YN it is gonna be nice to have 2 of the yungins that i have had the pleasure to watch grow into a fine witch and wizard couple. by the way i was routing for both of you from the moment i met you both. i was hoping you would become a couple.”

Draco: “thank you Hagrid, but do you mind if we continue this conversation in a while, im gonna go make sure YN is okay…”

Hagrid: “of course ill se you at the feast!”

Draco leaves Hagrid with a smile and approaches you from behind wrapping his arms around your waist.

Draco: “here come the boats…”

YN: “there seem to be alot of them..”

Draco: “i’m sure that whatever students come through these halls will adore the professors and learn lots like we did…”

YN: “our first day seems like so long ago now…”

Draco: “today is the first day of our forever… now lets just enjoy watching them come in…”

you and Draco now enjoyed the sight of the boats coming in closer, the lamps lighting the sky, soon you both would hear the wonder of the children to walk these halls for the first time.

but the bell sounded saying that the boats had docked and children were walking up, you and Draco went into the great hall, you both sat in the seats you were assigned… you thought that strange as well but didnt question. for there in the room was a very very different seating arrangement, yes you could tell where the houses were sitting but the set up kinda reminded you of a church…

but that was probably your brain going into decorating over drive, Minerva then stood before the staff…

Minerva: “the students are just lining up outside i hired another staff member as kind of a run around person for the school, she will be helping out in various activities but mostly as the new head of Gryphondor house. you will see her in a few seconds. but before we open the doors i want to say i hope this year is gonna shine bright… now bring in the students.”

the doors opened, Draco’s hand was on the small of your back both of you watching the students both first years and originals walk in the room… then you saw the person, the person who you were sure would have ended up working for the ministry…

you let out a smile one that you were sure she had also seen… the sorting process began, the memories of you and Draco getting sorted were coming back everything seemed so long ago and yet not so far.

Draco (in your ear): “no matter what happens you always have people who care for you always and forever.”

that sent a shiver down your spine as did the open speech that Minerva was now giving…

Minerva: “now that the first years have been sorted i have a few things to introduce… the first is we have some staffing additions… i as the transfiguration teacher have become the headmistress of the school, my position has been taken by YN YLN an alumni of the recent school graduation. the position of defense against the dark arts has been filled by Draco Malfoy another alumni of the recent school graduation. the position of Head of Gryphondor house and official class helper and demonstration specialist has now been filled by Hermione Granger another alumni from the recent school graduation year. but before we dive into our beginning of year feast, i have one more surprise. i welcome in now some very special honored guests as well as invite YN and Draco to go open the doors…”

you and Draco go & walk to the doors each of you to each side opening them and watching as ministry, order and family members all started pouring in and filling in the extra seats. both of you were very very very confused… but then you saw them, 2 figures that were smiling and so very familiar…

YN: “mom, dad…”

you ran straight into the arms of your parents, neither of them lightening up on their embraces of you… they released you to bring you and Draco aside…

Sophie: “have either of you been told anything?”

YN: “no we havent Minerva wouldnt tell us anything… she just said we had to dress formal and that we would never forget this night… whats going on mom…”

Brandon: “Draco i wonder if i might have a word with you alone for a moment…”

Draco placed a kiss to your cheek as he walked off with your dad… this left you with your mother…

YN: “okay mom whats going on?”

Sophie: “we got a letter from Minerva that said she wanted to celebrate a new union tonight… then she told us to stop by the jeweler in diagon alley said she had been told you and Draco had been there, we went there and picked up your rings… does that give you the clue as to what is going on honey…”

thats when it hit you, the people, the decorations, hermione you were sure harry and ron were there too, the seating layout, the carpet coloring, the aisle… you were getting married tonight…

YN: “mom tell me its true… tell me that the biggest day of my life is happening, tell me that i’m about to… OMG my dress is totally the wrong color… wrong style wrong everything… Mom can you come under the cover of the stairs and help me fix my dress please… its totally wrong, had we had fair warning we could have been dressed properly for the occasion…”

Sophie: “now now my dear come on lets get you all ready for this… ill help you just as your father is helping Draco…”

your mother and you went behind the stairs and she started helping you with her powers to design your dress based on what ever you and she had ever discussed…

meanwhile Brandon and Draco were having a heart to heart…

Brandon: “listen Draco i know your about to marry my little girl and i understand your being nervous you have every right to be, hell i was nervous when i married YN’s mom, don’t worry my boy i’m sure whereever your parents are right now they would be extremely proud deep deep down off the man you have become. now lets change the color of your attire and get you into position…”

Draco: “before i do this i want to say something, i know your opinion of me wasnt very high from the beginning but i also know that without the approval of her Parents YN wouldnt have been as happy as she is today. i thank you from the bottom of my heart and soul for raising such a elegant and talented young woman and allowing me to make her my wife.”

Brandon: “your welcome. now hold still and prepare to be amazed…”

and just like that Draco’s outfit too changed transformed with a flick of Brandon’s wand. both the men walked around and back into the great hall and up the aisle… the doors were then set to close once your mom let out a slight whistle.

Hermione met your dad and Draco at the alter…

Hermione: “Draco, i know now that my cousin has truly found someone special to call her own for her happiness… im honored to be in the fine presence of my dear uncle once more…”

Brandon: “congratulations Hermione on the new position here at the school… i actually have this favor to ask of you Hermione will you go to the end of the aisle and walk YN up the aisle in my place…”

Hermione nodded her head and popped herself to you… her appearance scared you and your mom…

Hermione: “aunt sophie, ive spoken with your husband and i am instructed to walk my dear cousin down the aisle, you are to join your husband at the end of the aisle.”

Sophie: “i just have one more thing to give YN to hold on to for the ceremony…”

your mom gives you the box containing the magic bound ring… you took it holding it in your hand… your mom kissed you on the cheek and walked back into the great hall whistling as she entered the hall…

the doors closed before you and hermione took your places.

YN: “for the record, i’m glad your here cuz… i couldnt imagine doing this day without you…”

Hermione: “i couldnt imagine missing this chance to share this day with you…”

YN: “its gonna be exciting to work together…”

Hermione: “we just have to wait for the minister to say a few words first… dont worry we will be able to hear everything…”

~inside the great hall the festivities are just beginning.~

Minerva was settling the crowd, before continuing to speak.

Minerva: “okay i now invite Cornelius Fudge our Minister of Magic to the podium to begin this wonderous ceremony… and to the happy couple know that the school staff and i are all very very proud of you both for everything your relationship has endured.”

Cornelius comes up to the stage exchanging a brief hug with Minerva and stepped up to the podium before speaking…

Cornelius: “honored guests, family and friends, students of this magnificent establishment, let us all join together in the celebration of the marriage between Draco Malfoy and YN YLN. this happy couple are alumni’s of the school, now they are ready to be joined in holy matrimony. under the laws which bind us as witches and wizards, we all join together to bind these two in celebration of their love. please rise with me as the bride enters the great hall…”

harmonious music starts playing through the hall and the entryway, there is air caught in your throat, the ground beneath you feels like sinking sand. Hermione basically slows time a bit to help you gather your wits…

Hermione: “girl i know it feels like you cant move or breathe right now but thats just your nerves, everyone gets nervous at one point or another, its apart of life we wouldnt be human if we didnt get nervous. now we will walk you down the aisle to your prince charming and like we have discussed and fantasized about so many times… i’ll not let you make a fool out of your self today…”

you turned and hugged your cousin knowing full well she was right, she knew you were nervous, she knew more about you than you did about yourself. you let go and straightened up a bit.

YN: “thank you cuz for understanding why i hid this from even you… i trusted you but as me and Draco had…”

Hermione: “i get it cuz say no more now lets get out there before everyone thinks something is wrong.”

setting time back on course, setting yourself up for first reaction at the opening of the door, the first thing that caught to your ear was a whisper on the air from Draco..

Draco (in a whisper through the air waves): “come to me babe, we will be celebrating together soon enough. just keep your eyes locked on mine.”

you and Hermione both now in dresses beyond comparison made the crowd awe in wonder at the sight of you guys in your dresses. Draco’s face was one of pure bliss, he looked like he was mentally undressing you.

making your way up the aisle one step at a time, you smiled knowing that in a few short moments you would be saying ‘I Do’ with a man who makes your heart soar…

you made it all the way up the aisle, your parents met you at the alter and waited for cornielius to start the speal…

Cornelius: “honored guests of the bride and groom, students and staff of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. welcome to the wedding of Draco Malfoy and YN YLN now i will ask Brandon the father of the bride to bring the charge and blessing to the couple then we will proceed from there.”

your father approached you and took your hands in his own hugging you before only holding one of your hands in his own as he spoke.

Brandon: “YN, your mother and i are very proud of the young woman you have grown into, we are blessed this day to give you away, but i have a charge for your husband to be… this is a magical charge it is supposed to bring good fortune and joy to your union as a couple but only the husband speaks for both of you as a couple… Draco, will you promise to protect, honor, love, cherish and uphold any and all vows/promises you make to YN from today and forever?”

Draco: “i solemly swear so to do under the laws and bindings of magic.”

Brandon: “then may your union with my daughter be fruitful, blessed and strengthened by the laws that bind us magically.”

your father then put your hand in Draco’s, the touch of his skin made you smile, you were happy and you looked hot to boot. the ceremony continued.

Cornelius: “very good now before we exchange vows and rings does anyone here object to this union?”

no one objected, so the ceremony continued.

Cornelius: “very good Draco, YN could you both join hands and face eachother, Draco we will start with you… start your vows when your ready!”

Draco cleared his throat as he began to speak.

Draco: “several years ago i stepped into the London grand central station and onto platform 9 ¾ for the first time, my heart started pounding the further i got onto the platform. my mind was racing a thousand miles a second, then you walked past me walking your luggage, the 2 people who i now know to be your parents over near the platform entrance. your aura was one i had never seen before, we had not yet met but i could tell you were gonna be someone special to me. For the years to follow I was always attracted to you, I knew you were my one but due to my family’s nature and their expectations I couldn’t act on my feelings for it scared me at the thought of what might happen to you if my dad found out. The day in London where we spent that night cuddled in my London safe house was a nice change we were finally together. But now standing here declaring to everyone that I love you is the best thing I have ever done. I promise this day forward to love, honor, cherish, respect and protect you for all the days to follow and forever.”

it was your tears that brought Draco’s hand temperarely out of your own to wipe away your tears before you started speaking.

YN: “Draco I love you with all my heart, yes our journey of us is only just beginning it was blooming into what it is now when we first met. The more I knew you the more my heart soared the more it soared the stronger my feelings became. I know that I wouldn’t be standing here today if you weren’t such an amazing guy Draco I commit myself fully to you, you already have my heart, I commit to you my body, my life, my devotion, love, honor, respect and protection. I know one day we will do great things for this school as the people did who taught in our same positions. Today you gain all of me as I gain all of you. I love you always and forever.”

Cornelius cleared his throat the crowd did the same some people got really teary eyed.

Cornelius: you both may now exchange the rings reinstating what you have said in your vows.“

Draco held your left hand in his right hand and started to speak.

Draco: “I Draco, take you YN to be my wife from this day forward forsaking all others for as long as we both shall live.”

Draco slid the ring on your finger and you got into position with his ring and started to speak.

YN: “I YN take you Draco to be my husband from this day forth in sickness health protection and blessing forsaking all others as long as we both shall live.”

Everyone teared up some more for they all knew what came next as Cornelius once more spoke.

Cornelius: “as minister of magic it gives me great pleasure to pronounce you husband and wife. Draco you may kiss your bride.”

Draco pulled you close and you both slid into the passionate kiss it was a little salty from your tears but that didn't matter. Once you both pulled back the crowd roared with applause as Cornelius spoke once more.

Cornelius: “I present to this entire audience of family and friends Mr and Mrs Draco Malfoy!”

The crowd cheered louder. The party began shortly after with a feast first and then the address from the new couple. The address went something like this.

Draco: “friends, family, honored guests we are thrilled to have you all here today, when YN and I had discussed our wedding we imagined well not this, but something far more elegant. We both want to thank everyone for putting this together, we especially want to thank Minerva for the surprise, for all that she has done for us, supporting us our relationship fighting for us and our right to be together. She was the first professor to figure out that me and YN were an item. She kept it from everyone on our account and our word. She has been there for us through thick and thin and we just wan to honor her tonight. Without her we would not be the brightest witch and wizard of our generation.”

You immediately jumped in to spread out a few more addresses.

YN: “I also would like to take this opportunity to thank 3 amazing people without whom we would have given up hope of us a long time ago. Harry, you showed us that courage is all that there is to make us stronger. Well Harry it worked for both of us so thank you. Ron, you showed us that we don't have to be fearful of everything but instead that it's good to face your fears. I can definitely say it worked thank you for all that you are. And lastly my dearest cousin Hermione, girl where do I begin, sure you didn't like Draco at first but once you saw how happy I was you began to like him didn't you, I know that one day you will find and marry your prince charming too, and when that day comes I'll stand by you just as you stood by me. Thank you girl for all you are and continue to be all you can be. Thank you everyone for coming and please enjoy the party. Let's hit the dancefloor and party like Dawn will arrive fast!”

The party went on for a few hours but you and Draco didn't stay for the entire thing instead you both went back to your room and finally gave into the longing passion you both had been longing for for like ever.

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June 24th-June 30th, 2019 CTP Archive

The archive for the Comic Tea Party week long chat that occurred from June 24th, 2019 to June 30th, 2019. The chat focused on Drugs & Wires by Mary Safro & Io Black.

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RebelVampire

COMIC TEA PARTY- WEEK LONG BOOK CLUB START!

Hello and welcome everyone to Comic Tea Party’s Week Long Book Club~! This week we’ll be focusing on Drugs & Wires by Mary Safro & Io Black~! (https://www.drugsandwires.fail/)

You are free to read and comment about the comic all week at your own pace, so stop on by whenever it suits your schedule! Remember, though, that while we allow constructive criticism, our focus is to have fun and appreciate the comic. Below you will find four questions to get you started on the discussion. However, a new question will be posted and pinned everyday (between 12:01AM and 6AM PDT), so keep checking back for more! You have until June 30th to tell us all your wonderful thoughts! With that established, let’s get going on the reading and the chatting!

QUESTION 1. What has been your favorite scene in the comic so far? What specifically did you like about it?

QUESTION 2. Who do you think made the Worm and for what reason? Why does it seem to mostly be affecting Stradania and not other places? Do you think Dan’s implant can ultimately be fixed, or is he stuck forever away from VR?

RebelVampire

QUESTION 3. At the moment, who is your favorite character? What about that character earns them this favor?

QUESTION 4. What aspect of the world’s cyberpunk setting interests you the most and why? Alternatively, what aspect are you hoping to see explored a bit more in regards to how it affects the characters?

RebelVampire

1) Gonna be a bit depressing when I say the bridge scene where Dan almost threw himself off it. Which I'm gonna spoiler tag the rest of this just as a suicide trigger warning precaution. I was 100% right there in the moment with him during that scene. Like I understood why he'd arrived at that conclusion, and it didn't come off as patronizing as I feel a lot of similar suicide scenes often do in comics. This is a man who even I felt really had nothing to live for, as sad as that is to say. Not that I wanted Dan to die, of course, but I get absolutely why he would. And then when he's saved, I liked that he is angry about it. Cause that is a dark reality I feel too many comics shy away from. And just all that gritty realism really hit me in the heart. 2) I don't know who made the worm and I don't think it matters all that much. Rather, I think the reason is more important, and the reason I think is to either kill VR or draw attention to Dan's shitty country. Which I kind of want to believe the latter, that this is somehow politically motivated. Or even if its the former, the idea is to get ppl more politically involved. That being said, I do think it's someone in Stradania who made it. As for Dan's implant being fixed, I don't think so. I don't think he'll be let off the hook that easy, and that he will continue to have to face his awful world for what it is, garbage and all.

3) Dan because he is the delicious epitome of a flawed protagonist. He's not mean, but between his drug problems, his crappy attitude towards most people, and so forth, he's got some real issues to work through. But that's great, cause at least that makes the few steps forward he's taken more satisfying. Since he's not getting those steps easy. He has to basically crawl through metaphorical lava to gain even 2 cm. 4) I really like the world's integration of VR and cybernetics. Like it's not on the level it's just there, but there's businesses around it, slang around it, and so forth. It's presented as this super ingrained culture thing, and that is super hard to play off. And it's just really well-done to see all the ways that those aspects bleed into their lives, whether the invention was intended to do so in that way or not.

Historical Jesus

I'm about to catch up. gimmy some time

RebelVampire

itll be going for the rest of the week, so theres no rush.

snuffysam

1) My favorite scene is the basement wake. It's a cool way to introduce those side characters (especially Vlad), and we were shown how our protagonist is seen through other people's eyes.

Like, we as the readers get to see Dan's struggles first-hand, but seeing the way Dan's "friends" think of him as a mindless junkie is really eye-opening

Re-reading the wake chapter made me think of something regarding question (2). Rebel, you suggested that the worm may have been made to kill VR. Could the reverse be true instead? Vlad has this speech about how the victims of the worm are martyrs, and the rest of the cast groans... but maybe he's not so far off.(edited)

My favorite character is Lin. On the surface, she's a terrible, shady person, but she's got heart where it counts! (in a trunk with a bunch of other organs)

Though I also really like Dan, for the same reasons as Rebel. He starts off in such a terrible place, and watching him take baby steps towards improvement is... honestly, uplifting, even if he does sometimes take some big steps backward.(edited)

RebelVampire

QUESTION 5. What has been your favorite illustration in the comic so far? What specifically about it do you like?

QUESTION 6. Do you think Dan will manage to find Eve again? If so, how might that affect him? Further, what do you think Dan’s past history is in general with his family and others that might play a role in the story?

Historical Jesus

Is the person writing this comic Russian

RebelVampire

cant speak for Io, but while not from Russia, Mary does speak Russian

Historical Jesus

SHe might have had family immigrate from Russia. This story just feels very Russian in the sense that everyone is down on their luck

But yeah. This story is freaking great!

Cryo

Hey, Mary here! I'm a Russian from Latvia, Io's German but I usually consult him on any Russian bits we have in the comic : D thanks so much for reading, loved seeing all the replies so far!

Historical Jesus

It's you

@Cryo Do you have experience with information security or bug hunting?(edited)

I mean, you sound like you REALLY understand hacker culture(edited)

Historical Jesus

ok I finished

1: Favorite scene? Hard to tell honestly. I like them all for different reasons. It's the continuum of the story I appreciate. The fact I'm always wanting to see what happens next? 2: Who made the worm. I've noticed that people who were infected had illegal copies of software. From a cybersecurity perspective, worms only work when either (A) someone finds a vulnurability that has never before been seem or (B) people don't update their shit for whatever reason. Hence why most software schedules mandatory updates. This could just be the inevitable conclusion to using pirated or older software. 3: Favorite character: Dan. I can relate to him the most. I don't do party drugs, just psycodelics.

4: Favorite aspect of cyberpunk. Historical relevance. In our past, rulers were privileged to rule because humans believed they were "ordained by God" to rule. European philosophers then said that the right to rule belongs to those who become the height of natural selection/ The premise being that there is no god and that we are "free agents" with "free will." No one is entitled to anything unless they produce something of value. This made perfect sense when manual labor was relevant and everything had to be done by hand. This includes pen and paper math. Hence why pay is exclusively based on labor value. Enter the age of technology fucked this up. Capitalism today is STUPIDLY efficient. We WHOOPED natural selections ass. We also learned that humans can't simply "change their outlook at will." Humans are mortal and are not much different than machines. The have needs and all that pesky human stuff. Some people could argue that healthier people have more free will than others, but poverty is the inevitable conclusion to this "free will" "labor value" mindset. But people think principles are sacred and set in stone. So what we are seeing is devalued labor and everyone becoming more poor and the formation of corporate oligarchies and dependences. Cyberpunk was WAY ahead of it's time in seeing this. We need to revisit this genre because I sure as shit don't want to live under a global illuminati with hard line cultural segregation.(edited)

Cryo

No, no real hacking experience here, I'm a 3d modeller by trade. We do our research when we can but our readers are a lot more technically minded than we are :p

Historical Jesus

I love 3D modeling

Attila Polyák

I'll be totally honest your work didn't really catch me at first, but I kept reading. Aaaaand dang that was a good decision. This is genuinely well made. I'm only at the end of chapter 4 but that bridge scene was great. I'm pretty sure it'll be my favourite scene but I need to read the rest first.

Historical Jesus

I have one of two options in life. Make high detailed models to sell on Gumroad or make comics. Gumroad will require constant adaptation to new software, but I already have my comic story structure fgiured out

Cryo

@Attila Polyák thanks for giving us a chance! Hope you enjoy the rest ( though chapter 5 is a lot less dramatic in comparison!)

Historical Jesus

Do you have a resolution in mind or are you just making it as you go?

Cryo

Yeah, we know where we're taking the story, but how it gets there can vary. Lots of the scenes we wrote years ago have to be tweaked or redone entirely to work

Historical Jesus

If the "free will" capitalist have their way, then we can expect the future to look very similar. Lots of poor people using lots of old tech. All software and hardware is closed sourced and locked down.The division between rich and poor will be larger than ever. Many of the zero days will be state sponsored much like they are now and they can use this to legally infect people and categorize them and use their own information against them if they ever become a threat to the state or the rich tech oligarchy

When I read this I got sense of creepy forcasting

More kids are playing with the Linux Kernal than smoking cigarettes so we might be ok

Historical Jesus

5: Favorite illustration? Anything that involved gif animations. That's not to say it should be overused but it was used at the right time

6a: Will Dan find Eve again? Probably. Since Cryo has a conceptual end in mind, I imagine she serves a key purpose in the plot. If they don't then it's likely that their actions will effect each other in some way.(edited)

6b: What is Dan's history with his parents? Let's look at who Dan is now. He's a poor drug addict who has had a dead end job. Yet he is not an overly angry person. Just depressed. He hangs around computer poetry people and other drug people. As a person who has experience with drugs, I noticed three types of people who do the dangerous drugs. At least in the US. They are... -People who have had repressive or needlessly strict parents. Thus overdoing drugs becomes associated with freedom and eventually a point of rebellion. But you can do too many of them. -People who are poor and need to sell them because they are poor. Naturally many of them do the drugs themselves so they naturally become addicted. -People who's parents are drug users themselves. The people who teach are schools will tell you it's that "people are trying to be cool" and it has nothing to do with that. Truth be told, they are hiding something. There is also a lot of dark racial history behind enhancing substances and the law and that can influence people's decision to take them, but I don't want to get into that because I don't want to get booted from this server.(edited)

Historical Jesus

Actually, @Cryo, would you be willing to give us a brief personal biography? Also, if you are, then can you tell us about your parents, what they did for a living, and the income situation you had growing up.(edited)

Why am I asking this? I think we can come up with more interesting answers about the comic if we know YOU as a person and how that influences your writing. I was able to infer that this story sounded Russian as fuck. Since the setting was Russian, I figured you were either from there or had family there

We can give more interesting answers that can help you come up with more interesting writing

RebelVampire

@Historical Jesus Your questions are getting a little personal, and while I understand the logic behind them, keep in mind we're here to discuss the comic and not the creators' personal lives.

keii4ii

Yeah... I feel even if the creators are okay with discussing it, this stuff is best left to DM

Historical Jesus

I understand. I would like to give her the choice. If she chooses not to then I understand. Biologically speaking, I think art is meant to be personal.

keii4ii

(and of course, if they don't want to discuss it, no one should pressure them about it )

RebelVampire

yeah if @Cryo wants to answer that's fine. Just for the future please keep those sorts of questions to a minimum and watch the wording on them. Cause that statement did sound overly pressure filled.

Historical Jesus

of course

keii4ii

I don't think we should be getting further into this territory?

RebelVampire

Agreed. This isn't a really appropriate topic for #week_long_bookclub, @Historical Jesus and has little to do with the comic.

Historical Jesus

I understand. I'm trying to demonstrate the the relevance and the benefits of understanding the author as a person. And again, it's her choice to choose what she discloses.

RebelVampire

And again, I get the logic. But just not appropriate for this discussion.

Historical Jesus

fair enough. I just want it to be known

I rephrased the question so it's less assertive. I apologies, I suck with social skills. Hopefully by the time she reads it, then it will be more inviting for her.

RebelVampire

thats better wording for sure, thank you.

Historical Jesus

no problem

art was definitely designed to be personal. The reason why a lot of big budget art feels bland is because it's meant for everyone and they have to not get too deep into offending people. Because it has to make money. That requires the work of a true genius. D&W is specialized and it will attract a certain group of people. Mostly people who value anonymous culture like myself. Or so I imagine.

RebelVampire

QUESTION 7. Which characters do you enjoy seeing interact the most? What about their dynamic interests you?

QUESTION 8. Will Lin actually go through with her plan to get into politics? If so, do you believe she can actually make a difference? What obstacles do you think she might run into, and do you think Dan will be of any help to her?

Cryo

(i would appreciate not having to talk about my life and anyones political beliefs neither here nor in DMs, thanks for understanding)(edited)

Historical Jesus

Understood

Historical Jesus

7: Dan, primarily because he is relatable. He would interact the way I would. Not having money sucks.

Historical Jesus

8: Will in go into politics? Probably not. She strikes me as a neroatypycal character. I could be wrong though.

RebelVampire

@snuffysam If the worm was designed to improve VR, I really want to meet the person who decided that making ppl martyrs was the way to go. Cause that's some backwards thinking, imo at least XD

5) There's a lot of really great ones, but I'm kind of fond of the illustration of Dan puking up rainbows. It's this cool mix of gross, psychedelic, and not what I expected. It expressed a lot of mood somehow for something that's less grand than I usually pick. 6) I think Dan will find Eve again, if only cause from a technical perspective she was introduced super early on to not be important. However, I think meeting her again is just gonna make him feel bad about himself as he realizes how little his baby steps of improvement are. In regards to his family, just gonna be bold and say my theory: his dad is part of that political group that took control and really hates cyborgs and technology and all that. Thus they were probably not the most open-minded and rejected Dan in multiple ways both through emotional abuse and neglect.

7) I like seeing Dan and Troy right now. Everyone else in the comic is kind of...shitty towards Dan. Like i know Dan isn't the greatest person, but I would hate to be in the situation where I'm constantly being told I'm a junkie who won't amount to anything. Which I mean don't get me wrong, those are interesting interactions. But Troy? Troy is this new person whose only experience with Dan is kind of a nice if not high tension one. Troy comes with a fresh, no prior knowledge of Dan perspective, and I think that's really interesting and gonna be a good way to shed new light on Dan's more positive traits. 8) I think Lin will try to go through with it, but I think Lin is fighting a losing game. Short of stuffing the ballot, I don't think those she's trying to help will vote for her. Instead they'll just bitch and be complacent to the world around them. But on that same vain, Lin probably could just stuff the ballots to win. I umm...honeslty don't think Dan can help her in anyway. Dan is really busy helping himself to suck less at the moment. XD

RebelVampire

QUESTION 9. What sorts of art or story details have you noticed in the way the comic is crafted that you think deserves attention?

QUESTION 10. What do you think Sandman and Fixer will find in regards to the Worm as the story continues, and what does the VR cafe Sandman has been hacking have to do with anything? How will Nate tie into this given he’s looking for Fixer?

RebelVampire

QUESTION 11. What do you think are this particular comic’s strengths? What do you think makes this comic unique? Please elaborate.

QUESTION 12. Overall, what role do you think Troy will have within the story? Additionally, how will she get out of her situation with having no ID, money, or much in the way of people she knows?

Historical Jesus

9: The art against the web design literally looks like something we would see at Def Con

10: I image he has a lead. After all his motivation is revenge

11: it’s strength is that it's good at making people empathize with characters even if you can't relate to them

12: I don't think Troy will get out of her situation. If she comes back to the states empty handed she will be fired. It might be in her best interest to get wrapped up in finding the worm programmer

Typically speaking large scale worms are state sponsored but it's not clear how far this thing actually spreads.

RebelVampire

9) My favorite details so far have been the small things in the background. Like the random graffiti on the walls, the cracks and dilapidation of the buildings, all the small do-dads in Lin's place. Like none of that needs to be there to create a complete background, but it adds so much character to the setting and each character. So I really appreciate the extra mile taken for that. 10) I think Sandman and Fixer are gonna find that some corporation or someone high up on some food chain made it on purpose. As for the VR cafe? Honestly, I think it's a red herring and Sandman is making an excuse to target them just cause he hates them. As for Nate, I think Nate is gonna join the investigation team but also kind of serve as a negotiator between Fixer and Dan. Cause I don't think those two will get along without help.

11) I think this comic's strengths are a) the setting both visually and story wise, as it's a really strong and vivid setting. then b) Dan. It is very, very hard to write a character like Dan. There are so many things he does that could immediately make him unlikeable, what between the drugs, self destruction, and general assholeness to some of the ppl around him. but yet he is likeable. you do want to see him succeed and not suffer. yet you also still can acknowledge hes unreliable. its a great dynamic that lesser writing could not pull off. 12) I think Troy is gonna be their viewport into the corporate world. Which I think will play a role since there is a themeing here about evil corporations. Plus, she at least knows some stuff better than they do, as she already showed off at the VR cafe. But getting out of it? Nope. Shes stuck and probably gonna make another panicked call to Dan at some point. And Dan will be an angel and help again.

snuffysam

I'm going to go out on a limb here. Not only will Lin go through with running for office, she'll win. And she won't even have to stuff the ballot that much. But... I'm not sure her fight will be over there. After all, there's more than just one corrupt person in the country. I agree with you on the investigation into the Worm, @RebelVampire . I think someone up the corporate ladder is responsible. With that said, I don't think Sandman is targeting the VR cafe for nothing. I think he's trying to draw more attention to their security flaws for... some reason. I guess to get more people involved in investigating? I doubt he foresaw Troy showing up and offering to upgrade the cafe's machines though, so I that probably isn't part of his plan. I think a major part of Dan's character arc going forward will be accepting that he doesn't need Eve. Like, accepting that he doesn't need her help to get better, and that he's the only one he needs to prove his progress to.

Dan's character writing is absolutely my favorite part of this comic. In a weaker comic, I would absolutely hate how a self-destructive character like Dan is portrayed. Like, often characters with addiction/other mental health problems in fiction come off as unlikeable, or too cartoonish, or too depressingly stagnant (at least, from what I've seen in other works of fiction). But Drugs & Wires strikes a great balance where character progression isn't always linear, and isn't always positive, but it's there, and that fluidity makes you want to root for him more each chapter.

Attila Polyák

Now that I finally read all of it... 1, The bridge scene at the end of chapter 4, that was really done. 2, Dan's implant... I'm pretty sure it can be fixed, but I have doubts if Dan will ever have the resources to have it fixed. As a matter of fact I feel like he'll never have the money or influence to have it fixed and the way it is he can't really replace it either, so... He's probably stuck without VR. 3, Lin! She's awesome! 4, Probably the grey market implant dealers, even though that's kinda bog standard cyberpunk stuff. :) 6, Yes, they will probably meet again. And yes, I do feel like we'll need to see more of Dan't past history especially about how he got involved in... well in everything that's his current life. 7, Nagy, as surreally odd, is a great addition to Dan. Like at times I thought his absurdity would actually help Dan. 8, Ofc she will, you don't forge that much "voter trust" for nothing. And Dan, tho probably seemingly unwillingly, will likely help her one way or another.

RebelVampire

QUESTION 13. What are you most looking forward to in the comic? Also, do you have any final thoughts to share overall?

QUESTION 14. Do you think Dan will ever be able to kick his drug habit, or will he continue to fall back into it forever? How will this affect his relationships? Further, how will his habits shape his future role in the story?

RebelVampire

13) I'm looking forward to getting more info about the worm. Cause right now I dont feel any more knowledgeable than I did at the start, and I'm itching to see Sandman, Fixer, or Dan to somehow get a bigger clue to what's going on. 14) I think both will apply. In that Dan will kick the habit eventually but will always be at risk because addiction is not really something you just completely cure. It's a battle he'll have for his entire life, even if he learns to manage it. As for for his relationships, I don't think it'll have much affect, tbh. Maybe things with Lin will improve, maybe Eve. But everyone else is kind of a jerk who already writes him off. Dan is in need of a fresh start somewhere far away.

Historical Jesus

13: Same here. I would like to know more about the worm. I hope that Cyro puts a cool technical characteristic into the worms behavior so that creates interesting and unique challenges for the characters 14: Statistically speaking most people do not kick their drug habit's. Especially not in the position he is in. Based on the story's cultural nature, I doubt the ending will be happy. But I am sure it will be interesting

Cryo

Thanks so much for picking and reading our comic this week! I've had a great time reading all the replies, especially since we don't hear from new readers often, and it's gonna come in handy when we get back into writing more stuff for the comic.

snuffysam

I had a great time reading it, Cryo!

Io.Black

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Madness | Chpt. 1

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Chapter Title: “The Warrior”

Pairing: Loki x Original Female Character

Word Count: 4,795

Warnings: mentions of character death, drinking

Name Pronunciations: Hjalmar: “He-all-mar” | Aaldir: “All-deer”

A/N: I had my fun with this and took a lot of liberties while creating this story. You will need to suspend your disbelief as I have taken some stuff from (mainly) the cinematic universe but also the comicbook universe as well as stuff from my own imagination. Please note, also, that this story has some original characters and that the beginning takes place before the events of Iron Man 3. I really hope you enjoy reading this as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it so far.

I stood with a glass filled to the brim of Hjalmar’s favorite Asgardian ale. I never enjoyed the taste, but it was strong enough to get a man three times my size drunk, so I was going to need it. This was what we did after a battle. We had grand feasts and told stories of the battle we fought. Most of us would falsify how many we killed or exaggerate how graceful we were on the battlefield. Hjalmar was no different. He had stood taller than the God of Thunder himself, yet he was no God at all. Hjalmar was a simple warrior, but he was one of the best. The battle on Vanaheim claimed a few Asgardian lives, but none had been greater a friend than Hjalmar was to me. The drinks I consumed during the feast would be in honor of him.

As soon as I rose from my seat, Thor’s eyes, blue as Midgard’s oceans, landed on me. As he became silent, the entire room died down. Normally, I didn’t have much to say, but the prince-with hair as gold as the King’s throne-always knew when I had something on my mind. When everyone’s eyes followed Thor’s to land on me, I began to speak, “tonight, we sit at a table with places set for absent friends. Each battle that claims a life of one of our own also claims a piece of ourselves. Hjalmar was my closest friend, and his heroics on Vanaheim will be remembered by those who loved him...as I did,” I smiled in fond remembrance as my eyes lowered to my drink. The energy in the room was buzzing, even in the silence. I could feel the life surrounding me, and it gave me the strength I needed to gaze around at the faces in the room. I raised my glass, ale spilling out and trickling down the side, “so, brothers, I urge you to drink heartily for the fallen, and take pity on those they will conquer in Valhalla!” I exclaimed.

Cheers erupted from the half-drunken men. They shot up from their seats with glasses raised high and cheered before drowning their own sorrows in drink and celebration for the lives of our friends. Before I could drink, my eyes met those of my prince and childhood friend. Thor’s eyes were filled with understanding because he was one of the only people to truly understand just how much Hjalmar meant to me. Even in my darkest moments, when I felt completely isolated, I still had Hjalmar. Now, that security was gone. He raised his glass to me, and I did the same to him It was a mutual understanding. Aaldir-the man who raised me as his own-took in Hjalmar when he was just an orphan boy, roaming the streets of Asgard. He raised us both, and I saw Hjalmar as a brother and best friend. Hjalmar and Thor trained together during their childhood and fought at each other’s side in battle. My heart broke for Thor just as much as it broke for my own loss and sorrow, Hjalmar had been with me through my darkest nights, and now...he was gone. I didn’t know how I could face the only father I ever knew when I felt so much shame over the loss of the closest thing to a son he ever had. And Thor. The sorrow in those blue eyes cut me like a knife. I wanted to sob into my drink.

But I didn’t.

Instead, I tipped my head back and chugged the ale that left Hjalmar on the floor some nights. There were times when the massive drunken man would be held steady on my shoulder as I led him back to the house after a night of feasting and drinking. Tonight, I would have no one to carry home. Just the thought of it brought tears to my eyes, and I finished my glass of ale, tossing the empty cup to the side. I walked away from the noise and out into the fresh air. As I stared out into the vast universe, I wondered if he could see me. I wondered if he could understand that I hated him for leaving me to live the rest of my life without him. I wondered if he could understand that I still loved him with every fiber of my being because he was the only family I ever had. The thoughts clouded my mind so heavily that I almost didn’t hear the soft footsteps behind me. However, I was always aware of him. Thor. There had only been two other people I was more in tune with, and I couldn’t even bring myself to say their names anymore.

As I leaned against the railing of the balcony, Thor stepped beside me and copied my stance. I felt his gaze on the side of my face, almost like he was trying to read me like a book. I shook my head, strands of hair falling from behind my ears. My heart felt like it was being torn in two, “none of this feels right. Valhalla wasn’t ready for Hjalmar, and I’m not ready to let him go,” I confessed, tears filling my eyes once again, “I just...can’t close my eyes without seeing it,” I added, turning to face the golden-haired God of Thunder.

Thor’s hands cupped my cheeks, and I leaned into his warm touch. The only other man to make me feel so safe was...him, and that comfort died when he used his power to torment and murder the Midgardians without a hint of guilt. I fought back the tears, never wanting my prince to see me as just another hopeless maiden. Asgardian women were meant to be strong. We gave life to the God’s, so were we not stronger than them? I could not show my weakness to Thor, not now, not when he lost so much, “you should not worry yourself with things outside the realm of your control, my lady,” he spoke, stroking my cheek with his calloused thumbs, “Valhalla received a great and glorious hero when Hjalmar walked through those doors. He will continue to fight and drink and eat as he always did in life, and there will come a day when we’re all together again. I understand he was one of your closest friends, but he died a valiant death, and you will see him again in Valhalla someday,” he reassured me.

I pulled away from his grasp and stared down at the streets below where I was beaten and abused for defending my prince. Not Thor. Him. I shook my head, my bottom lip quivering and, in my eyes, resurfaced unshed tears for a man that died long ago, “my sorrow is not only for Hjalmar. I think of-” my breath hitched in my throat, and I swallowed back the sob that threatened to shake my body. I swallowed and grimaced, fighting back the need to shed tears on behalf of a man who caused so much destruction but tried to protect me from it at the same time, “I think of how your brother was dragged through the streets of Asgard in chains...like he was an animal.”

“I do not enjoy seeing this, either, but I’ve tried to think of it like a hunter coming back from a successful hunt. He will speak of it for weeks after. While my father may be taking this too far, he does it out of pride for our accomplishment. You, me, and the heroes of Midgard brought my brother to justice, and this is my father’s way of rejoicing” he tried to explain. Thor always did his best to soothe me. Seeing that his words did nothing of the sort, he continued, “his treatment will not upset you so much if you can remember what he did on Midgard.”

“How could I forget it?” I snapped, suddenly angry that a man who knew me so well assumed that it would be possible for me to forget something so tragic and so deeply disturbing. I could remember seeing him on Midgard. I could remember the pain and fear in his eyes when they met mine. He still wore green, and a part of me resented him for it. The man I knew was still alive beneath the hatred and anger he felt. What could one do when the person that holds the largest piece of their heart poses the biggest threat to all they hold dear? Life. He destroyed so much of that while on Midgard, and I could not forget it. It would be a my most haunting memory for the rest of my days. My eyes lowered as I realized how wrong it was for me to be upset with Thor when I did not feel any true anger toward him, “it all seems like...like a nightmare that I should be waking up from. None of this seems real anymore,” I explained.

He reached down between the two of us and grabbed my hand in his much larger one. His long fingers intertwined with mine, and, as I looked up at him with concern for the sudden motion that would undoubtedly draw attention to the two of us, he smiled down at me, “come with me” he urged, giving my hand a gentle tug in his direction. We began walking, the sleeves of my dress and his black robe that draped over his broad shoulders hid our hands from the prying eyes of the warriors who were still feasting. There had already been whispers of who his queen would be when he assumed the throne, and the moment he was seen with any acceptable woman, it would be scrutinized. I did not wish for my relationship with one of my greatest friends to be jeopardized over something so trivial.

As we walked out of the sight of the crowds, he pulled me closer to him. Soon, I found my arm looped through his, and we walked together toward the forest. I glanced up at him, taking in the view of the man before me. I couldn’t deny his beauty. Each day I knew him, he grew more and more beautiful, and there was a small piece of me that wondered what it would be like to be the object of his deepest affection. Still, I could only entertain the idea because an even larger part of me would be...his. I shook the thought from my mind as we made our way to a small clearing in the forest. At the very middle of the field of green was where I would sit most days, my back leaned against the most beautiful and unique tree of them all. We all knew it as “Life’s Tree.” The trunk was as brown as the earth with flowers lining the branches overhead. I glanced up at Thor, “why did you take me here?” I asked.

He smiled down at me as he sat against the tree as he had so many times before. I would bring him to that very spot so many times in our childhood, and I would sit with him. As we grew older, he would find his moments of peace and solitude in the forest with me, but nothing compared to the moments I shared with him underneath that tree. They were moments of pure peace and beauty. It was when our lives were much simpler, when it was no worry how long we were wrapped up in each other. He was no prince in the eyes of Odin, but he was my prince, “these woods are your home” Thor answered, breaking me from my train of thought, “in over a thousand years, do you truly believe I haven’t noticed you singing to the trees? Odin claims time and time again that this forest is healthier now than ever before, that your presence has helped it thrive,” he stated.

“The king...your father has always been more poetic than most,” I exclaimed, smiling down at him before I lowered myself onto the ground next to him.

He chuckled to himself as his gaze flickered up to the flowers on the tree. The red and white petals caught every hint of starlight, and it spilled down onto the two of us, specks of light illuminating his face to me, “I asked my father the story of this tree once, especially why the leaves do not fall like the rest and why it is unlike the other trees in this forest. He told me that a long time ago, this used to be a simple meadow. No trees and no life could be found here. Then, one day, Death itself planted this tree beneath the biggest star in the night sky, and her tears watered the sapling. No one touched the sapling from that moment on, but it still grew and brought up the most beautiful forest in all the Nine Realms with it. The red flowers symbolized the violence and bloodshed of death, and the white represented the purity and innocence of all life at the beginning. The reason why it never withers is because these two forces have danced together since the beginning of the universe, and it will continue long after you and I cease to exist,” he murmured, recalling the story with fond memories of this place. He stared down at his hands that were folded across his lap, “your problem is not that my brother was taken through the streets as much as it is you cannot visit him.”

I shook my head in disagreement even though my heart knew his words to be true. For so many years, I tried to pretend that I didn’t care about him. When he betrayed Asgard and tried to kill Thor on Midgard, I tried to forget the man he was before. When he fell from the bifrost, I tried to forget the joy he brought to my life. When I saw him on Midgard, I lied to myself-told myself that I didn’t want to save him. I still did. I wanted to do it for myself and for him...and for her. My sorrow grew, “there is no part of me that wishes to see your brother. I care not of him but of the safety of Asgard,” I lied.

Thor saw right through me and challenged me, “then why does Odin’s treatment of him trouble you?” he asked, his hand grasping mine as he often did when he could feel my sadness. Too many people believed Thor to be a lumbering oaf, but he was so intelligent and so intuitive. He could read me like an open book most of the time. He was so compassionate and pure of heart. His mere existence made me want to cry tears of joy as he was one of the most selfless and heroic men I knew. In every moment I felt unsure of myself, his support was something as small as squeezing my hand, or it could be as extravagant as lifting me up off the ground with shouts of celebration. He was not only a hero to the Midgardians. He was mine, too.

His gentle squeeze of my hand was all it took for me to come up with the right words to articulate what I truly felt, “locking away someone like...him is dangerous, especially when he is given no time to visit with others. Think of how much hate and filth is in those dungeons. A man like your brother is sitting in that cesspool, soaking it all in. He’s listening and calculating. That anger within him is festering, especially when he has no one to put out that raging fire in his heart. He’s becoming more and more dangerous the longer he sits down there. I only fear for the safety of my home and the safety of my people,” I explained.

“The people of the Nine Realms are safe because of his sentencing. He hasn’t tried to break out of his cell thus far, but if he does, we’ll be ready for it. And may the gods take pity on any being who should go up against the likes of you,” he assured me with a soft chuckle to lighten the mood. Upon seeing that I couldn’t even muster a smile, he frowned,“you have a heart too kind for this world and all others, Lady Eva. You are a beacon of light that people look to, and you have lightened the darkness in my own life time and time again. I know that you seek to find good within my brother, but after all he has done, after all the destruction he has left in his wake, he deserves none of that compassion. Deep down, I think you know it’s true. That’s why you have not spoken his name since the battle of New York. I love my brother, but I cannot forgive him for what he has done to both the population of Midgard as well as what he has done to you. He has caused you so much distress and sorrow, so much pain and misery. I cannot trust him with the people of Asgard, and I certainly cannot trust him with you, my lady”

“Do you know what it’s like to feel lonely, my prince? Do you know how it feels to walk through the forest with the trees being your only friends? Do you understand how it feels to sit next to the water and listen to it splashing against the rocks because that’s the only way to drown out the voices of those who have hurt you? Do you understand what it’s like to wish for a table full of friends and family who love you? I do. Your brother does, too,” I explained, trying to make Thor see that before he tried to take over the throne, his brother was gentle. He enjoyed causing mischief, but he needed some way to release his sorrow and grief. I continued, “you think that he pushes people away to hurt them, but he does it because he’s afraid of hurting them. He has been told all his life-since we were children-that he is an abomination, that he’s no good, that he doesn’t belong here. What do you think he sees when he looks in the mirror? He knows what he is, and he knows he’s capable of hurting others, so he pushes them away before that can happen. He has tried to protect us just like you’ve always tried to protect me. The man we knew before is still alive inside that man we saw on Midgard. I know it, and I’m going to bring him back,” I added.

“You have enough hope for the both of us, my lady. You’ve always had a heart big enough for every living thing in the Nine Realms combined. I just wish to see you at peace. You have worried for him long enough,” he stated, recalling the many times in the past when I would fret over the raven-haired God and how the Asgardian people treated him. I worried about him more than I ever did myself. When we were on the battlefield together, I would put myself in harms way for him, but he did the same for me time and time again, so I owed him, “will you be okay with just your own company tonight, Lady Eva?” he asked

I saw the reflection of my green eyes in his blue ones, and it made my heart ache even more than before as I thought of the countless moments the same thing happened between myself and him. His eyes were the purest shade of blue, brilliant and deep. I nodded my head, suppressing some of my most beautiful memories to keep myself from feeling the pain of his absence, “the trees will watch over me through the night. Like you said before, this forest is my home,” I answered.

“Sing a song for him tonight-for both of them, as I know you miss her just as much,” Thor suggested, knowing that I needed some way to process. I couldn’t go home to face Aaldir, and I would isolate myself for the time being. Singing to the trees had always been something that I used to soothe myself, and it helped lift the sorrows of death from my heart.

My fingers brushed against his hand. The only thing I desperately wanted in that moment was to feel the touch of another, and if I had it my way, I would’ve been speaking with the man who was the polar opposite of the God of Thunder. If I had it my way, I would be sitting beneath that same tree, braiding his black hair away from his face. Instead, for that moment, I had to settle for the possibility that I would never see him again. I glanced up at Thor, “will you be listening?” I asked in reference to his suggestion.

He smiled and stood up from the forest floor. I followed him, my deep green gown straightening itself as I rose. His eyes softened as he gazed down at me, “I’m always listening,” he assured me, leaning down and brushing his lips against my cheek. I felt like crying. I loved Thor with every inch of my heart. He was one of my greatest friends, and I wouldn’t trade him for the world. However, I needed him. I needed him in that very moment. After all I had lost that day, I needed to know that I wasn’t losing him, too.

When Thor pulled away and leaned his forehead against mine, I felt the familiar trembling in my knees that I did before he first kissed me in our younger years. It was not the first time I had been kissed, and it was not the last, but it was a moment of clarity the two of us shared with each other. As he smiled at me, I couldn’t help but allow my sorrow to melt away just in that moment. I was brought back to a simpler time, a time when I didn’t know as much of the cruelty in the Nine Realms as I did now. I was oblivious to so much of the pain that humanity experienced. I didn’t know true sorrow until I gave my whole life away. Now, I was clouded by the pain and suffering so many living things experienced in their lives, and it tore me apart. However, as I stood there with Thor under the light of the stars, I was brought back to the simple moments, like when he told me that he could see all Nine Realms in my eyes or when he traced the constellations on my skin in the silence of the forest. Or when she first smiled at me.

After Thor’s silent retreat back to the castle left me in the forest alone, I gazed up at the white and red blossoms of the tree before resting my palms against the trunk. The energy from the tree flowed through me, and I passed my own energy into the tree. I closed my eyes and felt the essence of the whole world at the tips of my fingers. I felt her sorrow as if it were my own, just as I felt her joy as if it were mine. To me, the world was alive, and there had never been a day when I took her gifts for granted. She was mystical and wonderful. She sustained each of us, giving of herself every single day for thousands and thousands of years. I mourned with her when she grieved for those lost in battle, for she provided for them until their last day, and she didn’t like saying goodbye. Just as I mourned with her, she did the same with me, too. It was as if we were one and the same. I knew that a part of her felt sorrow and grief for the same strange reason I was. It was because of him.

As I thought of the other beautiful moments of simplicity in my life, the moments of purity, he was in so many of them. Even though he had been stripped of his innocence so long ago, there was something that held him together. Even though he experienced so much prejudice and cruelty in his early years, he maintained his positivity through our childhood and early adulthood. My prince, my prankster, my friend. Malevolence surrounded him the last time we saw each other in New York. I saw a man who killed my best friend and took his name and face. He wouldn’t even look at me during his sentencing, but I couldn’t help but wish he had. My peaceful moment with Thor was meant to be with him. Every single moment of my life was meant to be spent with him. I did not hate him for the hurtful things he said to me on Midgard. I did not hate him for pushing me away time and time again. I hated him for taking away the one thing that made my fight worth it. I hated him for making me care so deeply for him, that the rest of the Nine Realms disappeared when he was with me. I missed him with my whole heart, and I made up my mind in that moment. I would save him even if he didn’t want me to.

*Loki’s POV*

As I sat in the dungeon, books strewn across the floor, I dared to close my eyes. Every time I did, I could see her green ones staring back at me. I could still see the fear and anguish that struck her when she saw me on Midgard, and I wished for her to simply kill me. The pain became more and more unbearable the more I closed my eyes. I could not sleep without dreaming of her, without contemplating how my actions ruined her. My mind was no longer my home, and I wished for her to just put me out of my misery. Every time the dungeons fell silent at night, I could still hear her whisper my name under her breath. I was brought back to Midgard, and I could still feel the pain my actions caused her.

The dungeons had not fallen silent just yet, but I hoped that the guards would come down soon to quiet the other prisoners. I clenched my jaw, a piece of me wishing for the noise. I could not bear to hear her disembodied voice anymore, the sound of her cries still echoing in my mind. I had not seen her shed the tears, but I heard them on our way back from Midgard. The guards had pushed me along, and she stayed behind me, comforted by my older brother who deserved someone like her. I certainly didn’t. I knew that if the silence fell to leave me with her voice in my mind, I would fall into the pit of madness I knew so well. The cell I was imprisoned in had already seen enough of my fury.

Suddenly, a soft melody cut through the shouts, and my heart dropped to the floor. Everyone became still. The prisoners stopped banging on the walls of their cells, the guards stopped speaking with one another, and everyone stopped yelling. Everything fell completely silent-so silent I could hear the guard from across the room shift his weight onto his other foot-and we listened to the song.

“Now, the stars shine brightest wherever you are, and they will shine on me no more.”

It was her.

The voice, the beautiful melody, the sorrowful lyrics-it all pointed to her.

I leaned my head back and closed my eyes to welcome sleep for the first time in days. Still, I could not fall asleep. When I closed my eyes, I saw hers, and they were filled with tears. They twinkled as they fell from her green eyes, like stars falling from the night sky. She was in mourning. I could feel it. I felt the way her heart was breaking, and there was nothing I could do about it. There had been so many moments that I would run to her aid when I felt her pain and anguish, but this was one of the many moments when I wanted to be there with her, but I couldn’t do it. She didn’t need me, anyway. I was a monster, and she was...not. She was my friend, my princess, my love.

My Eva.

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