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idiotwhotalkstoomuch · 4 years ago

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I never expected you guys to like demon Senjuro so much lol I’m really happy to see that like it was such a random impulse thought but the au has a lot of room for growth

In this post Im gonna establish a few things about what happened to Senjuro and Kyojuro in the events between Senjuro’s “death” and the pillar meeting. I will only cover their relationship and a little bit of Senjuro’s relationship with Tanjiro. The others can come at a different post cause this post is gonna be long lol so I put it under cut cause no one really wants a post to flood their dash

TW: Mentions of death (some are children), mentions of cannibalism (If you’ve seen even the first episode of demon slayer and had no problem, you’re fine with this post. This post is slightly not anime only friendly as I make references to an upper moon and I show a manga only panel as of posting this) Shnjuro gets really depressed but luckily there is no attempted suicide

Senjuro Rengoku

- His class was at the bottom floor and they were cleaning the school (I heard thats a thing in Japan if someone has a better idea on what they’re doing feel free to shoot an ask) when they got attacked

- In canon we dont know his age but I’m gonna guess like 12-14 but in the au he is 13 so he was 12 when he became a demon. A rogue demon attacked Senjuro’s class and Senjuro ran to get help and was fatally injured but still managed run to get help as he was given a nichirin sword and even if it didnt change color he must have known breathing techniques at the very least on a basic level and the demon was too preoccupied with some of the teachers and others trying to kill the demon, of course unaware of what it was except for Senjuro

- Upper moon 4 was sneaking around when he saw the all but dead body of Senjuro and demons really dont have standards for turning people into demons so when he noticed he was alive, turned him into a demon mostly so that if he did find any “evil people” (demon slayers) he could use him as his meat shield alongside his personalities

- When Senjuro woke up as a demon (cause even if he was a breath user he was very inexperienced so Hantengu had no problem making him a demon), he had no memory of his life as a human and looked around trying to find a human to satiate his hunger and saw a human in the distance with someone and began to run to them to satiate his hunger when he felt himself being held back.

- The spirit of Ruka Rengoku gently held her son back and instructed him to not eat humans as that’s not something he should do and even if Senjuro couldn’t recognize the woman holding him back, he found himself obeying her and running to go to a place to hide from the sun

- From that moment on for a few day he would hop from place to place whether underneath homes, in caves or any place he could find to avoid being seen and to be shielded from the sun and found himself growing sleepy so in the cave he hid in, far away from the place he was last in, he closed his eyes and fell asleep for a year

- When he woke up, he had unwittingly burnt away Muzan’s control of him and was unsure on what to do when Ruka’s spirit appeared again telling him that he needs to find his way home. Senjuro wasn’t actually listening to a lot of what she said except one thing stuck to him.

- “Senjuro”, he didn’t know what his name was as a demon but the name seem to stick to him and he figured this must be his name (he would of course be correct)

- When he found himself staying with the Kamaboko squad, having been spared despite being a demon due to him not having any form of aggression to them (something they all noticed due to his general demeanor and their enhanced sense) and Tanjiro could smell he hadnt eaten one human and he invited him to join them. He joined Nezuko in her box (she can grow really really tiny if she wants or is tired)

Reference:

Kny chapter 85

- He joined for two reasons: One, he was really scared of people and demon slayers especially so when Tanjiro offered him the chance to be able to be safe and hide he took it. Secondly, he wasn’t sure but the smile Tanjiro gave and his warm reassurance reminded of him of someone, when he thought hard he only saw blurry shadows and got a headache so didn’t try to push it

- Tanjiro did ask him in the wisteria house while Zenitsu was chatting with Nezuko and Inosuke was off being Inosuke about his past and Senjuro told him about his brief meetings with a woman with black hair and asks if they’ve met before as he feels familiar

- This is where he gets the idea that the woman with black hair (Ruka) is his mother and Tanjiro guesses that the person that he thinks is Tanjiro must be his father (right on the first part Tanjiro but wrong on the second lol, you tried)

- He wears a cyan yukata with a new hakama pants as the clothes he was previously wearing was the same bloodstained clothes he wore after turning into a demon and Tanjiro didnt want to leave him in that. Tanjiro thought to get him a gag but the idea made Senjuro uncomfortable so Tanjiro made him swear to never eat a single human

- In Mount Nagatumo, he was too scared to jump out to protect Tanjiro like Nezuko but when she gets sliced up he leaves the box to watch her while Tanjiro fights Rui, unfortunately he is caught in Rui’s webs like Nezuko and was saved from it by Nezuko flames (though it did burn him a fair bit, Nezuko would apologize to him for this later)

- Giyuu doesn’t kill Senjuro cause his resemblance to Kyojuro despite the different clothes and demon eyes is clear to anyone who can see and Shinobu also finds herself hesitating but shakes those feelings off as Kyojuro deserves better than to see his little brother as a demon. Luckily Giyuu stops him and Senjuro runs with Nezuko and Tanjiro but is later taken back to the demon slyer corps by a Kakushi who put him and Nezuko back in their box

- When Sanemi stabbed the box, he moved to try and protect Nezuko but the box was too cramped and they both got stabbed despite his efforts. Later when he tries to bait him with his marechi blood, he’s too focused on resisting the blood and on Nezuko who he had grown to see as a sister to care about the wide eyed looks the pillars were giving him.

Kyojuro Rengoku (I am so sorry in advance Kyojuro simps I put this man THROUGH IT)

- He had just finished a mission and was going to get another mission when a crow he hadn’t seen work in years came flying to him, obviously panicked telling him how Senjuro’s school was attacked and how no one can find Senjuro among the bodies. The crow was Shinjuro’s

- When he hears that, all the kakushi and other demon slayers present would say they had never seen the flame pillar run so frantically, he only stopped to apologize briefly if he bumped into someone while running but the only thing racing in his mind was his little brother who had no weapon to defend himself with. He forced the image of his brother being nothing but a corpse away only thinking about saving Senjuro

- When he reached the school, he forced himself to calm down. Panicking isn’t going to magically bring Senjuro to him so he needs to keep himself in check because with so many people dead, he’s not the only one concerned over the kids

- There were no survivors on the area that was attacked, the police were there investigating the deaths of the many children and teachers, Kyojuro had to spend time convincing the police he was with them and to be allowed to investigate as well

- With no survivors, he heard from the police that there was a blood trail when they got there and he went to find the trail, when he reached the end of it where there were no traces of Senjuro but since the people there were untrained civilians, Senjuro was the only possible person to have been there

- He spent multiple days searching, Mitsuri was at one point sent to check on him and it was clear he was pushing himself, as days passed by, his composure and bright demeanor were crumbling and he started latching onto any lead to at the very least find the body of Senjuro to take back home but it was becoming clear that he would never find it and a kakushi had to be the one to tell him that his body was likely eaten to the bone or eaten and discarded to either rot away or eaten by someone else

- Kyojuro took a week off, not just because of the grief he felt at that moment but because he needed to check on his father and make sure he would be okay, the man didn’t even face Kyojuro when he came in to visit, he forced himself to not cry in front of his father as he tried to talk to the man who couldn’t even say a word and just drank away even as his eldest son tried to talk to him

- Servants were hired to monitor Shinjuro by Kyojuro as he was concerned about his health both physically and mentally but he did notice how Shinjuro never resisted to being taken care of by the people he hired. They reported to him he could be heard muttering Senjuro’s name and even stares at his room for extended periods of time

- When he made his return, he apologized to the pillars for his behavior the past two weeks (even though no one blamed the man, some even said it was okay if he needed more time, they wouldn’t judge) but whenever he was told that he said he had to be strong to protect the weak so he could be someone that could stop families from ending up like his own

- He was far more determined in killing demons, demon attacks had become personal to him now, whenever he saw a demon eating people he found himself wondering what they must’ve thought in the afterlife as the demon desecrated their bodies

- In the pillar meeting, when he was informed of a swordsman who travelled with not one but two demons, he felt disgust as who knows how many humans they could eat. On the way to the meeting, he couldn’t help but notice Shinobu deliberately avoiding him a bit, Giyuu was doing the same but the man never really talked with them much to begin with

- When he saw Senjuro go out of the box with Nezuko, he felt the smile on his face drop and his heart practically sunk to the core of the earth as he saw the unmistakable hair of a Rengoku and the face was so clearly Senjuro’s despite his eyes having a black sclera and his iris and pupil becoming cat like, the pillars had all turned to see if the flame pillar was alright and he could hear Himejima mutter prayers and Mitsuri was on the verge of tears seeing Senjuro alive but as a demon

- He found himself going into denial until Tanjiro, who had been freed as Obanai left to comfort the distressed love pillar, ran and yelled Senjuro’s name and told him to resist his hunger

- “My sister and the other demon with us are different! They would never eat a human!”

- Senjuro was a good kid, he was innocent, kind and a bit on the timid side. He had helped raise him, he knew Senjuro would never want to harrm a fellow human even when threatened.

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obae-me · 4 years ago

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LMAO, okay so what if they discovered that Diavolo (or his dad) was MC's dad? Like they get scared and then boom, wings and horns.

This idea is *chefs kiss*. I’m assuming since this was sent in when my requests were open ages ago that this is a headcanon idea so here we go! Thank you for your patience, finally you can have some Demon!Mc content!

These are Headcanons for the Brothers, but I like the idea so much I might come back later and write some for the Undateables.

The Prince of Hell is My Half Brother?

Everything had been normal at first. Well, as normal as living in a modern version of hell with some of the deadliest demons can be. Something about it all...felt...comforting. Although MC knew that couldn’t be the case, they were unaware of what it was that alluded to the feeling of home. MC’s roommates and protectors were a little grateful when the human settled in with relative ease in their otherworldly situation, but even they questioned how the mortal could accept it all so simply.

Diavolo himself had an idea of why. From the moment he first saw MC, something in his soul bound to them. He needed to test out this theory of his, but not by being direct, no, he would never get an authentic answer that way. Plus, it was no fun, and with his endless royal responsibilities, he felt he was due a little entertainment.

So, he conjured up another one of his toyful ploys. With the help of Barbatos, the residents of Purgatory Hall and the House of Lamentation were trapped in the coliseum. Slowly, one of the chambers raised its protective gates, unleashing a demonic monster. It wasn’t till MC felt their life threatened when the change happened, something about their prolonged exposure to magic and the Devildom’s atmosphere managed to finally bring out the secrets in them. Their skin burned and the air around them seemed to spark...and then...they had been changed. New wings, a set of horns?

A magical chain shot out from the empty room and dragged the creature back in, the metal gates slamming back down and locking itself into place. Diavolo and Barbatos seemed to show up out of thin air. The prince was booming in laughter while the butler tilted his head in amusement.

“So I was right! I had a feeling,” The Demon Lord started. “Right before he went into slumber, my father had this grand plan to try to create half demon hybrids, although...I thought it had been declared unsuccessful...but you…” Something shone in his eyes, something like he’d just found something he thought had been long lost. “You are my kin! My family! Human and Demon! Exactly the sort of thing to help bring all our worlds together!”

Lucifer

This man has not been surprised by anything in centuries, whether it be due to his wits or drastically low expectations. But this...he wasn’t even sure he was seeing correctly. The human he had thought was weak and fragile suddenly had one pair of leathery bat wings and a set of horns curling around the back of their head. And...what had Diavolo just said?...Family?...Half demon?

First off, he has to drag the young prince away for a disappointed and thorough review of this ridiculously dangerous plan of his. What if he had been wrong? What if the human--or...half human--had died?! Secondly, what did this mean for the exchange program now that it’d turned out the human wasn’t quite so human after all?

For the first time in a long while...he was unprepared how to handle this. Of course, Diavolo was elated and too caught up in the excitement of things to pay any mind to Lucifer’s woes.

This would be...an adventure…

He’ll admit, he tried ignoring it at first, hoping that if he simply kept MC under wraps and out of dangerous situations, they’d keep the demon half under control. However, those plans were quickly dashed when one evening they’d sneezed at dinner, their wings manifesting out of thin air and smacking Lucifer square in the face. With their awakened demon powers unchecked, their own worst danger was themselves. So there was only one thing left he could do.

He’d have to train them.

The thought of having to devote even more time to work nearly drove him mad, but he quickly discovered that the time teaching MC was...heartwarming. Satan had been so hell-bent on teaching himself when he grew into his own form that Lucifer hadn’t taken someone under his wings like this since the Celestial Realm. It rapidly got to the point where he’d look forward to his sessions with MC.

“You’re going to want to spread your wings wide and catch as much air under them as you can in one swoop. Flailing won’t get you anywhere,” Lucifer explained, feeling the half-human grip his hand tightly as they stood at the edge of the roof.

They squeezed their eyes shut with fear, but he could feel their heart pumping with adrenaline at the excitement. “What if I fall?”

“You won’t. But, on the chance you do, I’ll catch you.” He released their fingers and stepped off the ledge, falling down for the briefest of moments before his wings outstretched and he fluttered up, remaining stagnant in the same spot in the sky a few feet away from the precipice. “Alright, come on. Those wings aren’t just for decoration you know.” MC was wary, nearly petrified with fear. He sighed, reaching out his hand towards them despite being so far from them. “Trust me.” With a breath, they closed their eyes and pushed their body off the ground with a single flap. It was choppy, and the more they panicked, the more distressed their wings became. But they moved forward, eyes glued to the ground far below them. Once they were in reach of Lucifer’s hand, they pulled him close, face planted in his chest while clinging onto him for dear life. “See, you did it,” he beamed, chest swelling with pride.

The longer he held them against him, the more they were able to get used to how hovering felt, the more the fear melted away. They pulled apart from him, managing to stay level with him. “I...did...I’m-I’m flying.”

Their pure awe and obvious statement elicited a chuckle from him. “You are. Quite an experience isn’t it? Come along now, you still have those new extensions to break in, and let me tell you, there’s nothing quite like a peaceful soar under the stars.”

Under his tutelage, MC would have themselves under control in no time.

Mammon

Of course he was shocked, why wouldn’t he be?! His little human was...half demon? What was the point?! How was he supposed to protect them, to be the world to them, to...He felt a little betrayed. But then again...he took a moment to ponder this new discovery. Diavolo’s family? Royalty? The potential access to the Demon King’s funds?! He and his pact-mate were one small step away from the most Grimm he’s ever seen! He sulked for a little bit but then was perhaps the most excited of the bunch. Well, save for Diavolo.

The profits! The benefits! The schemes! Glorious treasures and buckets of money were all he could think about for a while. That was, until he noticed them nearly tripping on their own wings and getting things snagged in their horns. At the end of the day...this was still MC, still his...friend, and now it seemed he had more reason to protect them than ever.

But money was still on the table...if MC wanted it to be anyway.

As shocking as it was, he’d been taking a lot of the blame and brunt of MC’s mistakes. Wings accidentally popped out and broke a vase? He’d comforted them as they panicked and tried to convince Lucifer it was his doing. Horns manifesting themselves in the middle of the night and shredding their bedding? He’d pay for a replacement. After all, what kind of lousy ‘first’ demon could he be if he couldn’t even look after MC despite appearances? He was still pleased there were things he could do for them, that there was a reason to keep him around.

Half-demon or no, MC was still his “stupid human”.

Shaking his head, he allowed himself a heavy sigh and a shrug of his shoulders as he looked down at MC, struggling to free themselves from a tangle of curtains. However they got themselves in this position, only his father knew. Their wing was wrapped in the fabric and one of their horns snagged, unable to let them escape. “I thought I told ya to avoid dangly things till you can control this form of yours.” Despite his best attempts at looking disappointed, he couldn’t hold back his laughter any longer, his bubbly chuckles bringing a blush to MC’s embarrassed face.

“Don’t laugh, just help me out!”

“That’s notta very nice tone to have for the only person around to help, ya know,” he teased, smirking down at them with a glint in his eyes.

They groaned, tugging once again at the curtain that seemed to have a death grip on the rod despite their struggle. Their wing got bound tighter in the shift, causing them to wince and Mammon to drop his smile. “Mammon, please…”

He dropped to his knees and grabbed their face with his hand as he kept them steady. Tearing a bit at the hole they’d already made with their horn, he helped get their head free. MC wrapped their arms around his neck and pressed their face against his chest while he busied himself observing the mess they’d gotten themselves in. “Man, how’d you even manage this…? It’s gonna have to go.”

“The wing?!” MC shouted, eyes wide with fear.

“Nah, you silly human, the curtain.” Gripping the tear, he pulled his hands apart, the sharp sound of breaking seams cracking through the room. The bottom half of the drapes had successfully been separated. With it, MC already felt the pressure lessen. “There we are,” he announced, unwrapping them till they were finally free. MC stretched their wings and grinned with relief. “What would you do without the Great Mammon, huh?”

There would be plenty of mistakes to come, but Mammon would always be by their side to help them out of it...if he hadn’t helped get them there in the first place.

Levi

OMG are you kidding?! This is exactly like the plot in ‘I Had No Idea Who I Was Till I Awoke In A Strange Land And Now I Have Secret Powers! And Oh, Turns Out The Prince Is My Half Brother!’, it couldn’t get any closer than that! The twist! The shock! It was like he was living in a real life fantasy! (Apparently being a demon and constantly surrounded by magic and spells doesn’t quite fulfill his expectations)

Honestly, he’s having a little meltdown in his head, which is obvious to the others due to his fervent muttering and the eyes that never seem to focus. He thinks they’re cool already, so cool, but now they’re even better! Better than him! A cute human with now the powers and features of a demon, and technically a royal?! He can’t compete with that! How are they ever going to look at him the same again? They even have wings! He doesn’t have those! Envy hardly even begins to describe his feelings.

He needs to go have some time to cool down and clear his head, but when he comes back, he’ll be ready to call them a normie again.

His...fickle and crippling emotions drives him to avoid MC for a while. He doesn’t know how to approach them anymore. What if they’d suddenly changed? What if they didn’t need him or want him around? Endless what-if scenarios ran through his head, not even TSL seemed to help. But, he had to come out of his room eventually. If not out of sheer loneliness, because he’d finally ran out of health-items (aka food and water).

Besides...while he does his best to convince others that 2D is supreme, he can’t deny that he’s missed his friend, his Henry, immensely.

During one of his supposed “supply raids”, Levi passed MC’s room, peering in through the open door. It was mid-day, well into school hours, meaning everyone but him should be gone, but...MC was there, sitting on their bed. They scrolled through apps on their phone, refreshing, closing and opening the same apps over and over again before finally setting their D.D.D. aside. He noticed they looked...bored...and lonely. A moment like this would’ve been the perfect time to throw the door open wide and go comfort them...that’s what anime characters usually did...it’s something his brothers had no issue with. But his anxiety overwhelmed him, and he instead tried to speed past the door.

Apparently alongside their new features, MC had gained a keener sense of awareness. They quickly turned their head, watching the blur of him speed past their door. “Levi! Wait!” Dashing out into the hallway, their wing jammed against the doorframe, causing them to tumble to the floor. A sharp intake of air was sucked through their teeth, and Levi’s panic triumphed over his unease.

“MC! Hey, are-are you alright?” He got to his knees beside them, his hands hovering over them but not having the courage to follow-through.

“Y-yeah, I’m still not quite used to these yet,” MC frowned, curving their own wing around their body to rub at the sore spot.

Lip twitching, he focused on an interesting spot in the carpet before speaking. “S-so, why...why are you home and not at RAD?”

“Diavolo and Lucifer...thought it would be best that I stay at home until I get...adjusted,” They explained, their voice sounding low and distant.

There were so many things he wished he would’ve said. ‘I’m sorry’, ‘well, at least you aren’t alone’, ‘you’ll get the hang of things in no time’. But what he really said was, “O-oh.” And now here they were in some awkward silence. Somehow, Levi had come up with the idea that MC would now be one of the most popular people in the realm. Demons fawning over them, their life instantly changed, a life they didn’t need him in. But here they were, lonely like he was, stuck inside like he was. “D-do-do you,” he stuttered. “Do you want to hang out in-hang out in my room?”

A familiar smile painted onto their face, and it made his chest tighten. “If you’re okay with it, then sure!”

He’d missed them. “Okay! You remember that show we watched last week? They came out with a new episode! Oh, and-and some new figures I ordered arrived, you can help unbox them with me if you want!” He helped them rise to their feet. “But uh...I can’t have you knocking over things in my room…” He released his tail, blushing as he carefully wrapped it a few times around MC’s torso, keeping their twitching wings carefully pinned against their back.

Even though they’d transformed and been announced as Diavolo’s half-sibling...some things just didn’t change.

Satan

Very intrigued, so much so he began sputtering off questions immediately. How did this come about? How long is their lifespan? How powerful are they? What’s their soul like? How does the pact work? Are they resistant to demon and human weaknesses? Will they have some inheritance of the kingdom? He’s throwing out so many inquiries, even Diavolo has a hard time keeping up.

The only thing the prince could tell Satan was that he didn’t know. The prince had never come into contact with a demon/human offspring before, he wasn’t even sure if there were others out there. Even if there were, the hybrids themselves probably wouldn’t even know. After all, it wasn’t until their arrival to the Devildom till MC’s powers had been ignited. Satan, unsatisfied with the lack of information, decided that he’d have to record, document, and discover everything himself.

Which meant MC would hardly be out of his sight.

Someone has to almost restrain him from experimenting too much on them, but he’s practically vibrating with excitement. Unexplored knowledge, something new for him to pursue. He decides to start off easy and safe, and by that he means taking MC into his room to have a deep interview session with them, not letting them go till they’ve told him every aspect of their lives up till now. Not only did he learn a lot about them that day, but he remembered that despite his vast knowledge...there was too much he didn’t know.

Their updated appearance didn’t change his feelings about them, and he’d control his curiosity for the most part on behalf of their sake...and health. Although, not even Diavolo himself could get rid of the temptation completely.

“MC!” Satan exclaimed, bringing in an armful of items into their room with a genuine gleeful curl to his lips. He set things down on their bed, items that...MC was wary about, but it was so difficult to deny him this when he was so elated about the whole thing. Plus, he’d given them endless hours of attention, and MC would be lying to themselves if they said they didn’t enjoy it. “Now, before we continue...what are your thoughts on poison?” Singling out a vial, he presented it to the exchange student. “Or rather, I suppose the proper term would be ‘being poisoned’.”

MC let out a loud exhale, shifting their shoulders as their wings twitched against them. “Satan, you know I’m very happy to help you with your research, but I’m not guzzling poison on the off chance that I have a resistance for it.”

He swiftly pulled out another tiny glass bottle. “Even if I have the antidote right here?” MC’s eyebrows lowered. “No? Alright,” Satan conceded, “We can come back to this later.” Next he put on a thick pair of oven mitts, pulling out a set of tongs as he tilted his head back and reached into the box. MC’s thoughts raced with ideas of what this dangerous item could be. And then...Satan pulled out a Holy Book.

“Wait, really? Just a book?” MC couldn’t help but huff over the irony of Satan being afraid of a book. “I’m pretty sure I’ve touched one before.”

His face scrunched up in annoyance at being teased. “It’s not just any old book, MC, it’s not like demons reel back at any mention of our father. This one has been blessed by Simeon.” The demon of wrath brought it over, holding it within reach. With that...MC hesitated a bit. They wouldn’t get burned right? They at one point had been blessed directly by the angel! Taking a deep breath, they held out a single finger, letting it drift slowly toward the cover. Breath held, teeth clenched, they touched the holy book with their fingertip. Nothing, not even a tingling sensation, however, in a bit of revenge, they reeled back, exclaiming as they cradled their hand near their chest.

Satan got so startled, he flung the book to the side, rushing over to grab MC’s wrist. “Hold on, hold on, let me see, let me-” He observed their skin, noticing no irritation, and then picked up on the mocking smirk on their face. Lowering his eyes and head, he took the hint. After all, even them just acting as if they were in pain reminded him that there was no way he could put them in danger. “You’ve bested me, no more tests…”

“No more dangerous tests,” MC corrected, watching him splutter as they booped the end of his nose with the finger they’d ‘burnt’.

Together, with his wits and MC’s patience, they’d discover what new surprises half-demon had to offer.

Asmo

Shrieking with surprise, Asmo nearly fainted. The sleek horns, the velvety wings! He’d already adored MC from the get-go but now he was obsessed. He ran over and jumped up and down in excitement, begging to touch their new features. With permission, he ran his hands all over them. The horns were smooth, sharp, but he could tell they weren’t as strong as they should be, like newborn demon horns. The wings were powerful, beautiful. He ran his hand over the sheer skin and heard MC gasp. Extremely sensitive, as they should be.

Did someone say shopping spree? Because he did! They’re going to need new clothes for their form. He can’t stand to see them try to tuck their wings under their usual shirts, and of course they’d have to replace a few outfit casualties as they’d been either rendered to shreds or riddled with holes. Getting stuff done with their new demon features is a whole new ballgame than they’re used to!

But they had nothing to worry about, Asmo is there to teach them all about their new body.

MC, of course, is a bit embarrassed at first, but without having anyone else to really depend on, and having zero knowledge on this type of stuff, they look to him for help with the delicate things. He helps them get dressed till they’re used to it. He helps wash and clean them, teaching them proper methods for horn and wing care/hygiene. Most of all, he really assures them that what they’re feeling is natural. Ever since the transformation, their wings have been twitchy and their horns have been infuriatingly irritated.

He sympathizes, he remembers what it was like, he remembers the shock of it all. If only he had someone there to help him and his brothers through it when they’d changed. He won’t let that stress happen to MC, it’s not healthy!

The scraping and scratching could be heard from outside their room. Asmo’s chest filled with pity. As he opened the door, he observed them rub their horns against the bed frame. Gashes and missing chunks ruined the carved wood. As much as it pained him, he found himself scolding the exchange student anyway. “MC!” He’d left for just a few minutes, a few! And already they’d begun to do exactly what he warned them not to do.

Eyes watery, they looked up to him with a painful expression on their face. “It won't stop, Asmo!”

He pursed his lips, unable to be too harsh when he knew how irritating growing horns could be. “I know, darling, but your poor bed!” Placing down the things he’d brought over, he squatted down in front of them and cupped their cheek as he turned their head from side to side. “And your poor horns!” The top thin layer coating the new pesky things sticking out of their head now had small splinters of wood stuck in them. He tutted at MC, glad he’d had the foresight to bring along tweezers. Gently, he guided them up to their bed, sitting behind them as he began to pluck the splinters out. Anytime his hands got close, MC instinctively moved to bump their horns against him. “Try not to move, darling, the faster I get these out the faster you’ll feel better.”

“I’m sorry, Asmo,” MC groaned, tightening their neck and shoulders as they focused on remaining still.

“Nothing to worry about, dear. You’re taking this new beautiful form of yours extremely well, all things considered.” Once the last sliver of wood had been removed, he brushed his hands over their smooth horns, rubbing the base of them between his fingers. They jutted their head against his hands, taking a deep breath at the sensation. But he wasn’t done yet, he’d brought over some special solution to encourage horn growth. Smearing the mixture in his hands, he then began to massage it into the new protrusions. They melted into his touch, grateful for some relief, but eventually gasping when the touch of his soft skin was exchanged with an odd firmness. Nearly purring, Asmo had changed into his own demon form to rub his horns against MC’s. It was like finally being able to scratch that one itch just out of their reach. “Better?” He cooed, giggling when all MC could do was hum in response, shifting their head up and down, faces side to side as they worked to rub their horns together at every angle.

Demon form? Human form? He loved MC either way with everything in between, and he hoped he could help them feel that way too.

Beel

He started off more concerned than anything. Was he one of the only ones upset that they had been locked away and almost attacked in order to get this result? In fact, while everyone was taking their time with their own reactions and revelations, he went over to MC and made sure they felt safe. They’d been frightened enough to change without meaning to, and the added swarm of information and the shock of the sudden change drove them into a fit. Making sure they were okay was more important than discussing their new looks.

Once everyone had settled and Beel made sure MC was home and comfortable, then he started thinking more about it. Does that mean they were stronger than normal humans? Could they start to do more things demons could do? He started thinking about all the foods he adored but were deemed poisonous to humans. Maybe they could eat those! He could share some of his favorites! But...he didn’t want to risk it.

Without knowing for sure what they could and could not handle, he’d continue to treat MC as if they were a normal human anyway, which MC greatly appreciated sometimes.

Although, Beel quickly discovered that continuing to act like MC was still a typical human...wouldn’t quite work out in his favor either. MC had quickly started to figure out what they were capable of, spiraling more and more out of control the more invincible they felt they’d become, which almost gave this boy a heart attack. Once, they’d figured out they could climb walls, but ended up getting their claws stuck in the ceiling and had to wait for Beel to tug them free. Another time, he’d walked in just in time, pulling MC away just before they could grab onto one of Satan’s cursed books.

He’d have to watch them like a hawk to make sure they didn’t accidentally dive headfirst into danger.

“Where’s MC?” Beel asked his twin, returning from a trip to the kitchen, the remnants of his snack still remaining on his chin.

Belphie looked up from his pillow, eyes still glazed over with sleep. “Hmm? Oh...they must’ve left.” As he yawned and blinked away tired tears, the demon of sloth shrugged. “Last I remember, they said something about wanting to pet a puppy.” Nestling back into his pillow, he grumbled. “But they know...Lucifer won’t let us have any...ani...” And then he was back asleep.

Beel wiped away the last few crumbs off his face, licking them off of his fingers before feeling a jolt of panic. No! Certainly MC hadn’t meant…! Bolting, he rushed past some of his brothers with the intensity and muscle of a charging bull. Luckily, he caught up to them just as they attempted to go inside the crypt that was home to big grumpy Cerberus. He didn’t even give MC a chance to notice him before he grabbed them by the back of their shirt and slung them over his shoulder, one arm pinning their wings to their back so they couldn’t struggle.

“B-Beel, wait! I just wanted to play with him! Hey! Hold on!” Their pleas were falling on deaf ears, but they were stronger than he remembered, allowing them to break free and leave him staggering for just a moment. That moment was long enough for them to fly up to the rafters, a frisky shimmer reflecting off their eyes.

Beel folded his arms, starting off with a stern stare. “MC, it’s too dangerous.”

“I can handle it! I know it! Please, Beel?” He watched them leap from beam to beam, his heart thumping wildly with every movement. “I just have this energy! This urge to do something crazy!” He blinked, taking in the words for a moment before realizing that all his hand-holding and protectiveness had stifled them and bottled up all their demonic urges till they finally boiled over. Everyone had been so focused on all the other aspects that he forgot how badly demons loved to just play.

His face fell as he felt disappointment in himself for not noticing soon enough. He needed to stop constantly fearing for them. Then, he raised his head, nodding to them as he spoke. “Tackle me,” he stated.

MC tilted their head. “What?”

“Tackle me. Come at me as hard as you can. You won’t hurt me, I promise.” MC took some time to think, before a lively smile formed on their face. They dived from the rafters towards him, skidding against the floor as Beel avoided them with a single side-step. Beel gave MC a moment to figure out that he’d dodged before running away. Of course, he wasn’t at his full speed, giving MC a chance to catch up easily. He’d almost made it all the way up to his own room before a heavy weight threw itself on his shoulders. It wasn’t enough to send him to the floor, but he had to catch himself from falling over. MC crawled over him, playful growls rumbling in their chest as they continued to try to force him to the floor. “Not quite,” Beel laughed, pulling them off of his body and placing them aside. “Let’s try again.”

Until it got out of they’re system, Beel hoped he could be a suitable replacement for all the chaotic things they wished to do.

Belphie

The first thing he did when he caught eyes on MC was blink and then sigh. What a crazy dream he was having. Getting trapped in the colosseum, almost getting mauled on by a fierce monster? And now MC was before him with wings and horns and Diavolo had just announced that he was essentially MC’s half brother? Yeah right. Someone needed to wake him up already, this dream was getting too weird.

It wasn’t till they all got home and got a good night’s sleep till he realized it was real. Waking up to go to breakfast and see that they still were having a hard time with their form? It wasn’t a dream...they were...half demon?

These crazy feelings and questions had already left him exhausted, and he just had gotten up from a solid 14 hours of sleep.

It takes him a while to adjust, after all, he’s got some baggage from events best-not-mentioned, and this new predicament has left him feeling pretty guilty. Although, something about it gives him hope. At one point, he’d adored the human world, and seeing that the human he’d begun to adore was also half demon? Maybe it was a sign that humanity wasn’t so terrible after all. Maybe Diavolo was right about the whole...peace between worlds thing, as tiring as it sounded. As long as he didn’t have to do much about it, he didn’t mind. It didn’t affect him much, right? He could still sleep. However...cuddling with MC now proved to be more of a hassle than usual. Whether their wings would pop out at random times and push him away, or their horns ending up almost poking an eye out, he wanted to find a solution quickly.

The one thing he refused to give up was comfortable naps with MC.

“Beeelllphiiie,” they whined. “I want to go to bed, this isn’t necessary.”

He ignored them, trying to push past the fact that he found them especially adorable when they were tired. But he felt it was absolutely necessary, after all, this was the third time those pesky horns of theirs nearly left a scratch mark on his cheek. He couldn’t believe how inconvenient this was for him. (He’s kinda a brat like that, but he does his best) He continued to work, pulling multiple fluffy socks over their horns, stuffed with layers of the filling from the pillow they’d accidently torn open. “I’m almost done.”

“Belphie!” MC shook their head, reaching up in an attempt to remove his work. “It feels weird.”

Grasping their wrists, he frowned. “So does getting poked with these in the middle of the night,” he quipped. His exasperation quickly turned into smug laughter as he observed his handiwork. With a palm, he squeezed the new protection over MC’s horns, unable to feel the sharpness of them.

MC vigorously shook their head again, but the padding stayed. “I don’t like it.”

“Then learn to control your form,” he retorted, dragging them back over to bed, holding in laughter again as they stumbled, the added weight to their head throwing them off balance.

They didn’t take kindly to all his back talk and cheekiness. Grabbing his pillow from their bed, they decked him over the head with it. “If you can’t be nice, you can leave,” MC huffed, crawling back into bed with their back turned to him, attempting to find a comfortable position. Their lack of decent sleep after this whole thing had happened had left them in a grumpy mood. That, and well, maybe he did push things too far.

“I’m sorry.” From sour to sweet in seconds. He sat on the bed, pressing his hand against their shoulder blades. “I know you can’t help it. It must be uncomfortable, huh?” He could recall what it was like, his horns and new tail had bothered him for quite some time after the change. He rubbed their back and shoulders, pleased with himself when MC turned over on their other side to face him.

“I’m so tired,” they whispered.

“I know.” Belphie pulled the covers back over them, settling in his own spot beside them before giving their fluffy horns one last squeeze. “Let’s get some sleep.”

If there was anything he could help with, it was the luxury of comfort. Until MC settles back into their own skin, he’ll make the transition as cozy for them as possible.

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mmvalentine · 4 years ago

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Hiii, firstly I love your writing, you’re sooo good and thanks for blessing us with your fics❤️ i looooove your smuts🥵 Secondly, I want to make a request. Would you mind writing something for Rhys’s birthday, something smutty?

Thank you sweet thing, I would not mind at all! And thanks to all the prompt senders who are still waiting while I work on The Bargain, your patience is appreciated x

Birthday Regards

The gala for Rhys’ birthday every November 21st was always a lovely night, but it was always exhausting, too.

When Rhys was young, his birthday was a revel that went for three days, a large portion of which he went at least partially naked. He had been the Prince of the Nightmare Court, then, and nightmare he was.

When Rhys became High Lord and distanced himself from the Hewn City, he just took the one day for his birthday, and it was a feast in the courtyards of Velaris where he spent time with the fae in his beloved city.

Now that he was approaching 600 years old, all he really wanted to do was spend the day with his family, but it had become a tradition of late that they would open up the estate by the Sidra and host a gala dinner, that absolutely everyone was invited to and could come eat and drink from their tables.

It wasn’t that Rhys didn’t want to be there. Far from it- ever since he had returned from Under the Mountain, the Night Court fae had been so attached to him. Like children whose mother had gone unexpectedly, so they clung to him now that he was back. And he was likewise glad to be home. So opening up their house and filling it with happy fae was a great pleasure.

The occasion also served as an opportunity to strengthen bonds between the courts. Rhys had sent out invites to the High Lords and Ladies around Prythian, and while not all had accepted and weren’t ever going to, he knew it was still a gesture of good will to send the offer. After all, there were so few times when the courts gathered that did not involve crisis or bloodshed or plotting. A birthday party was so much nicer. Good for souls.

But after hours and hours of mingling, smiling, kissing cheeks and shaking hands, Rhys was tired. Mor and Cassian were dancing in the centre of the room still, and Azriel and Amren were deep in conversation with some visiting High Lords. But Rhys had lost the appetite for it all. He scanned the room, seeking out Feyre, and found her drinking wine in a shadowy corner.

“Drinking alone, Feyre darling?” Rhys asked her, stepping out from the shadows. His voice teased, but his arms slid round her waist and his nose nuzzled into the crook of her neck. Feyre leaned back against him automatically, and closed her eyes. After all these years, he still loved how easy she was around him. The only one who never shied from him.

“Just taking a moment,” Feyre murmured. “I think I’ve spoken to a thousand people tonight, and there are still faces I don’t recognise.” Rhys chuckled into her skin. “The duties of being High Lady,” he said. “One of many,” Feyre replied, and then stifled a yawn. Rhys kissed her on the cheek.

“Alright, go to bed,” he said. “But there are still so many people here,” Feyre argued. “Yes but you’re exhausted and they can entertain themselves.”

Feyre turned and looped her arms around Rhys’ neck. “Will you at least come with me?” she asked. She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth. Then nipped his lower lip with her teeth. Rhys circled her wrists with his hands, and supressed a shudder.

“In a bit,” he said. “Then I should stay too,” Feyre frowned. Rhys stroked his hands down her back. “I’m giving you an out darling,” he said. “Now do you want to stay and make small talk or do you want to snuggle up in bed?” Feyre hesitated. “That’s what I thought,” Rhys said. “Now get.”

Feyre kissed him once more, then stepped away. “Where’s Nyx?” she asked. Rhys shrugged. “Last I saw he was going for a romantic stroll with a young fae along the Sidra.” “What? Who?” Feyre demanded. “He’s fine now go,” Rhys shooed her. And Feyre rolled her eyes but wandered off to bed.

Rhys was able to stomach almost a full hour after that. But by that time of night, most everyone was too drunk to be paying him much attention, and he was able to slip upstairs on tired feet. He didn’t know when he had gotten too old for parties, but wondered if maybe they should start celebrating Nyx’s birthday instead of his. Let his son be up all night entertaining, twenty was almost certainly old enough.

Rhys rubbed his eyes as he trudged up the stairs, and opened the door as quietly as he could so as not to wake Feyre. He removed his jacket and shoes in the dark, and had just undone his top three buttons when a candelabra blazed to life on the bedside table. Rhys blinked in shock, and then stared.

Feyre was kneeling on their bed, completely naked, her hair unpinned and tumbling around her face and shoulders. And she was tied up all over in a red satin ribbon. Her hands were bound behind her back and a perfect bow was fastened just below her navel.

Rhys let out a slow breath as his eyes roved all over his mate, suddenly wide awake. His gaze followed the lines of the ribbon- around her neck, between her breasts, crisscrossing over her ribcage. Wrapping around her upper arms, her thighs, her ankles. Knots at her waist and wrists. That shiny, crimson bow.

“Happy birthday, Rhysie darling,” Feyre said, and her voice was honey and velvet.

“Happy birthday to me indeed,” Rhys murmured. He began a slow circuit around the sides of the bed, taking in Feyre from all angles. His fingers worked his buttons at the same time, and when he returned to the middle, he laid his shirt over the cast iron end of the bed. He ran his hands through his hair as he contemplated where to begin.

Rhys kneeled up onto the foot of the mattress, and traced one finger down the ribbon that followed Feyre’s sternum.

“Who wrapped you up so nicely for me, Feyre love?” he asked her. His hands now traced the ribbon under her breasts. Her heart beat faster, and the sound in his ears was delicious.

“The Shadowsinger sends his birthday regards,” she said, and then gasped when Rhys bent his head and put his mouth over her nipple. His fingers spread over the ribbon on her ribs.

“Pity,” Rhys said, eyeing the knots at the hollows of her shoulders. “That means they’re unbreakable then.” But the look in his eyes was anything but regretful, as a whisper of magic brought a sharp, silver blade into his hand.

Rhys hooked one finger behind the ribbon on Feyre’s breastbone and used it to pull her in and kiss her. With their eyes closed, he teased the cold edge of the knife down her stomach. At the same time, his tongue traced the edge of her bottom lip. Goosebumps rose on Feyre’s skin.

The first slice Rhys made was vertically through the length of ribbon that was tied off between her navel and breastbone. He didn’t sever it, just cut a slit down the centre of it and then swiftly followed the blade with his tongue. He waited for Feyre’s first moan, before he turned the knife and cut the satin away.

Next he turned his attention to the stripes across Feyre’s thighs. She was on her shins, with her knees apart and her feet together behind her. Rhys threaded his fingers through the wrapped ribbon, and leaned on her legs as he moved his tongue up her throat.

“Of all the presents I’ve gotten today,” Rhys said, between soft bites, “you are by far my favourite.” “Well,” Feyre said, trying to steady her breathing, “I’m just for you, mate.” He picked up the knife again. “I could unwrap you all night.” Rhys leaned back and surveyed her arms, her hands still tied behind her back. Then he began slicing through the bands up her arms, from wrist to shoulder. The silver kissed her skin over and over, Rhys moving achingly slowly as the tightness was cut away and blood flow returned to her limbs. He left her hands tied, though.

As to the ribbon wrapped around her thighs, he dispensed with the knife altogether and tore through these ties with his teeth. Scraped them sharply against her skin as he bit against each wrap, working from her knees upward, until his mouth was right up against her inner thigh and she was writhing beneath his lips to get them where she really needed them. But she couldn’t do more because her wrists and ankles were bound. And then he moved to the other knee and started again.

By the time all he got back to the top of her other thigh, Feyre was breathing heavily and her eyes were glazed with lust. The tails of the bow at her navel hung down in front of Rhys’ nose, and he took one in his teeth and tugged it every so painfully slowly. When it came apart he licked a swift, broad stroke all the way up her pussy.

Feyre’s moan shuddered through her and she lifted her hips up to him. Rhys’ hands slid up the sides of her thighs and curled around her backside as he buried his tongue in her, licked and lapped at her until she was squirming against her bindings and his name was tumbling from her lips.

A little restricted there, are you my love? Rhys asked, looking up at her without moving his mouth from her. Her head was tilted back, and he could feel the twitching in her thighs. She didn’t answer, just dug her knees into the mattress to try and get her hips closer.

Must be difficult to be all tied up, he mused. You usually have your hands in my hair by now. He sped up his tongue on her clit. Or your legs wrapped around my head.

At this last suggestion, Feyre broke, came suddenly on his lips. Rhys grinned against her, and then eased back. Removed the rest of his clothes while Feyre watched, panting on the bed. Then he guided her onto her stomach, pulled her hips back, and slid his fingers into her while he began kissing up her spine.

Feyre moaned, the side of her face pressing into the mattress since her hands were behind her back. Rhys took a hold of the knot between her wrists, and used it to hold her steady as he pushed his cock against her soaking wet entrance.

“Mmmm,” Rhys rumbled, low in his chest. The sight of her ass perked up like this for him was to die for. He held onto the ribbons, and began to thrust lazily. “You look so damn good in red, Feyre darling,” he said. Feyre turned her face into the sheets, and arched her back to get him deeper. This earned a groan from Rhys.

“You look absolutely… fucking… perfect,” he ground out, starting to pick up the pace a little. “You’re all I want, for every birthday, for the rest of my birthdays.”

Feyre looked back at him, a wicked gleam in her eye.

“Then you better work a little harder than that, old man,” she teased. Rhys spanked her across the ass. “Cruel thing,” he said. “I’m not that old.” His hips sped up nonetheless. “Prove it,” Feyre returned, and Rhys grabbed a hold of her hips and fucked her until she was screaming into the mattress.

Her climax squeezing around him brought him over the edge with her, and then they collapsed together amongst the pieces of red ribbon scattered around the bed.

Rhys reached for his knife and cut away the last few ties that bound Feyre, and then lay her back against the pillows before kissing every scarlet mark left on her pale skin. Her eyes fluttered closed and her hands stroked his hair as he did, while her limbs relaxed and her breathing deepened and slowed. When he was done, Rhys came up to rest his head on her chest, and Feyre kissed him on the forehead while he listened to her heart beat.

“Thank you for my birthday present,” Rhys whispered. “Next year,” Feyre said, “I’m tying you up.”

Rhys laughed, and kissed her skin, and breathed in the endlessly gorgeous scent of his mate.

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i-love-hobbies · 4 years ago

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The biggest criticism Lilith's redemption arc gets and Eda's biggest strength

(ft. me getting completely side tracked and wanting a Hooty redemption arc)

Ok, so firstly I wanna talk about real life and then say how it was done in the owl house.

I hate the words "Everyone should get what they deserve." Cause firstly this never happens, secondly, the words are very vague and it opens a window of miscommunication and thirdly, cause in Lilith's case they are focused at, she needs to be hurt in order to change.

There are even people that have said that they are looking forward to watching Lilith suffer (I don't know if I've said it on the internet but I was one of them.)

Revenge has been proven to not make people feel better. And a lot of therapists usually say you need to forgive people. That doesn't mean fix the relationship, it means try to stop wishing they get hurt. Cause the feeling is only hurting you.

Also it's a normal human feeling to be angry, so no I'm not calling people monsters for this. And forgiveness is a hard process that takes a lot of work, but it usually isn't helped by hurting others.

The words people usually use to defend this sentence are:

"Consequences change people's minds or at the very least make them scared of doing it again."

Ok so how about we use this sentence instead, it's short enough and the main mission now is keeping ourselves safe Instead of it being hurting someone, you're still wishing it but it's not the main goal, it's a secondary one.

Well, cause it immediately shows two issues both statements have.

Firstly a friendship with someone that wants to hurt you but is scared of doing so is not a healthy one, cause they'll just try to be sneaky. You can only do it with people that aren't close to you like how the authorities do it towards criminals.

Secondly punishments rarely change people's minds. They've never worked on me, especially when you attack my identity, cause this way you make it even worse. And expecting that you can change someone usually means you're about to fail.

"But we can't get rid of punishments, people will hurt us."

I'm not saying we should. I'm saying our main goal should be our safety and hurting them may happen but it shouldn't be important.

Or better yet:

"Building healthy boundaries to the point where you're not getting hurt anymore, but not going overboard."

Examples:

- You have a friend you see Wednesday, Saturday and Sunday. But on Wednesdays, after work, they usually are very ignorant of your feelings and sometimes joke at your expense. So you stop going out at Wednesdays.

They might never ask why you did it and that's ok, cause you're not getting hurt anymore.

But usually they do ask why? You explain to them the issue with respect, don't call them names.

Some people will change after this and you can get rid of the boundary later on.

Other people may acknowledge this and say it's a good idea, cause they are overwhelmed, but never change.

Other other people may start hurting you even more. You build the boundaries even more, sometimes to the point you cut them out of your life, even if they weren't hurting you intentionally.

Which is completely ok if you can't maintain contact without being hurt.

- Eda's handling of Gwendolyn's cures is another good one. She never called her names or anything. She just made sure that Gwen can't hurt her anymore. Cause it wasn't only the cures. Eda's feelings were always getting ignored. She literally couldn't talk with her about anything other than the curse. Her emotions were getting neglected.

- Eda's handling of Tibbles is also an interesting example.

At first after the scamming she just left him. She couldn't see how he could hurt her.

And in episode 14 she killed him. Cause he showed that he would do anything to murder her dump kids and knew their address. Almost same story with Adegast.

Yes murder in this extreme cases can be a healthy boundary.

Lilith's relationships with the owl fam

King:

King didn't know Lilith was living with them and knows about her neglect.

Luz:

Luz would only stand up for others never for herself which is very unhealthy. I don't know if she forgave Lilith, but I can see her not mentioning it if she hasn't and playing along as a teacher.

"The real mystery is how she can be both so smart and yet so wrong at the same time. Academics, am I right?"

The closest one to her she has roasted like this, is her mentor, who firstly makes people feel safe.

"EDA, You're embarrassing me Infront of my crew." - Raine, after thirty years of not seeing her.

Secondly, she was being a jerk, she was teaching Luz about cards while she was begging for magic lessons and was not getting it for weeks.

"Cards, the paper rectangles that old people think are fun."

Heck, she might even be scared of Lilith. She almost got killed.

So far I don't have a reason to think she likes her. She hasn't really talked with her or about her much.

Eda:

Eda has already shown that she can handle conflicts in relationships. Like in episode 9, where she got Luz into Hexside and everything I already said.

I made an entire post about Eda being too emotional and I still stand by it, but serious situations that have to do with relationships, she usually is very rational and good at handling them. Probably because of the curse making her afraid of her anger and countless people attacking her.

At the beginning of the series Eda probably was expecting that the worst case scenario would be for Lilith to catch her and if Lilith isn't given the time to realise what she did, she'd be killed and best case scenario Lilith changes.

Episode 5, where Lilith burned down her wanted posters, episode 8 where Lilith was gonna get her straight in the coven instead of arresting her, episode 11, where Lilith said she wanted for Eda to join on her own and episode 17, where they played grudgby.

Proved to her even more that Lilith cares a lot for her and maybe she will change.

Then episode 18 happened and King wanting hugs and Luz's "Let me die!" Suddenly the worst case scenario became not her dieing but her dieing and the trauma the kids will experience. The fact that they won't have her in their lifes.

Lilith says "Then why were you so easy to curse?!?" This does not sound like "I accidentally did this and I'm sorry." No, Eda thought Lilith did this on purpose. And now her kids might get killed by her own sister cause she was too naive to trust her.

From now on I don't think she was trying to kill her cause Lilith isn't dangerous without raw power like Adegast and Tibbles, but to disable her is a possibility.

To add to this Eda wasn't rational almost throughout the entire finale. She probably didn't pick up on the line "If you would just let me explain." Just like she didn't question why Lilith was thrown in a cage.

Then she learns that Lilith commited treason together with her kids and started feeling like she doesn't know the full story, but Lilith is still a caring person. So she jumps Infront of the beam to save both Lilith and King.

Afterwards Lilith shares the curse and has nowhere to go if she gets kicked out so there is no reason to believe that she would hurt them physically.

I know in a post I said I don't think she fully processed the situation with Lilith. But now I think I was only half right.

She didn't fully process how much she was hurt but she understood Lilith's situation. Forgave her as soon as possible, not immediately. But that doesn't mean she rebuilded the relationship as soon as she forgave her.

First of, the forgiveness part happened after episode 1. The entire episode she was guilt tripping her, which I don't think was helping the situation. It makes Lilith more emotional which then makes it harder for her to face reality.

I'm not calling Eda a bad person for this but I do think it was a mistake.

What wasn't a mistake but a good thing is Eda wasn't the one to listen to her problems, it was Hooty. Cause her emotional health matters too and standing in one room with her sister is challenging.

And now I'm wondering does Eda know about how Lilith was treated by both the coven and their parents.

Eda calling Lilith a tool, seems to me more of them competing with each other rather than the recent events. Also Lilith forcing her rules without saying why they are there.

I'm glad the episode ended with them switching roles, where Lilith is now more powerful. Though I'm pretty sure the roles are getting switched again.

So what about the rebuilding of the relationship or should I say trust.

Well they didn't show us much, but I think the trust isn't fully back.

Cause she has only been proving that she can be physically trusted like when she saved King's life.

Eda never opens up, which is unhealthy. But in this case it's a healthy boundary, cause King did it and he got Lilith projecting onto him.

Lilith isn't good at being mentally supportive and still has bad habits.

Lulu and Hootsifer

Hooty helping Lilith was something, she really needed and didn't take for granted, cause the only one to ever even consider this is Eda.

They are buddies that look out for each other. I wouldn't say they talk a lot about feelings as they have no idea how to do that, but there are examples where they do.

Like "What kind of a witch am I?" and Hooty's letter.

Her letter for Hooty, was supportive, but ignored the issue of Hooty always being in people's personal space.

Which led to Hooty drugging Eda, kidnapping three children and almost killing said kids when his plans didn't work the way he wanted. He also ate the letter for King.

I want a Hooty redemption arc, now!

#toh #the owl house #eda clawthorne #toh eda #eda the owl lady #edalyn clawthorne #the owl lady #lilith clawthorne #toh lilith #toh Luz #luz noceda #toh king #king clawthorne #hooty #toh hooty #lulu and hootsifer

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citadelspires · 4 years ago

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P1-Looking at how great your posts on how Anne,Sasha,&Marcy would interact with both the Duck nephews and Team Magic, I thought I may as well do one on them interacting with Owl House kids and add Sprig & Polly in there too to even it out. Who do you think the Calamity trio, Sprig, and Polly would get along with the best individually between Luz, Amity, King, Willow, and Gus? I'd assume Luz with Marcy (both fantasy nerds), Amity with Sasha (both not so good friends and maybe not so good parents)

First off, thank you I'm glad you enjoyed my posts about the duck crew! Secondly, I am so sorry it took so long to get to this ask, given how much I loved doing the stuff with the duck kids and amphibia girls the first two times around, these types of asks are my absolute favorites to get, so I decided to wait till I had the time to really put some thought into it and give it the response it deserves! That being said, lets get to it! (rest of the post under the cut cause wow this is long)

Ok so I do agree that Luz and Marcy would get along splendidly but I am saving Marcy for later because I have plans for her, along with a few factors that lead me to believe there's some interesting fun to be had with another combination. While Marcy and Luz both share the "enamored with another world" aspect, Marcy's approach is to enjoy diving into studies and making herself useful on commanded missions and such. Luz can't study for longer than a few minutes at a time, and while she's always down to help her friends, she's also perfectly content causing chaos in the home of a known criminal. However, there is a character from Amphibia who loves to engage in the daring adventure side of the world of amphibia, diving headfirst into whatever trouble they can find, regardless of how much they do or do not know what they're getting into.

Luz is a perfect match to go on chaotic adventures and have massive amounts of fun with Sprig. Sprig, especially at the start of Amphibia, is always the one dragging Anne along on all kinds of adventures in the wilds of amphibia, and Luz is the driving force behind exploring the boiling isles and finding new adventures and places to see, exciting things to do. Whether Sprig ended up on the boiling isles or Luz ended up in Amphibia, I'm certain one of the pair would immediately ask if there were any cool and potentially dangerous places to explore, and the other would be the first one to take them up on it. Sprig would get the chance to see more of what the people from Anne's world are like, and Luz would get the chance to see a little glimpse of that "PG fantasy adventure" she was looking for in the first place. Overall the two of them would have so much fun together, on that I am certain.

Next up, I will admit there are probably better characters for each of these two to get matched up with, so this is admittedly a bit of the two being leftover, but I do think I can buildup a pretty solid argument for the pairing. Willow and Polly is a strange duo on the surface. Polly is bold, loud, and aggressive. Willow is calm, quiet, and gentle. However I think there's some potential there. I think Willow is a really great person to keep Polly out of trouble, in the hypothetical scenario Polly is let loose on the boiling isles that would be a complete disaster(for the isles, Polly would come out of a fistfight with the entire emperors coven unscathed) unless someone was there to reign her in. At first Polly might be a little reluctant to be looked after by someone who is just another kid in her eyes, but we've seen bits and pieces of Polly where we're reminded that, as aggressive as she can be sometimes, she's still just a kid. She's not immune to love and affection, and I think Willow is just the kindhearted, loving person to help Polly feel a little more okay with not always being the strong brave kid she tries so hard to be. As a little bonus I think it would be pretty great for Polly to think she's got Willow and her softhearted nature all figured out after some time only to be taken completely by surprise by the sudden realization the moment Willow uses her magic that "oh hold up this girl is insanely powerful." To be honest that might be a pretty great experience too for her to see that power comes in many shapes and forms. (A lot of the people who are able to fight in amphibia are more agressive about it than willow is so it would be new for polly). This goes double if Willow meets Polly in Amphibia because I mean have you seen how much foliage is in that world? Dear Lord Willow would be a god.

(it is at this point that I realize how long this post is gonna be, maybe I should go put a cut up there somewhere)

For the third pairing I will now reveal where I decided to send Marcy. I would absolutely love to see interactions between Gus and Marcy. Just imagine it. I would argue that Gus is the most curious and inquisitive owl house kid, as well as the most inclined to actually be constantly studying new things instead of jumping right into them. Gus is a dedicated investigator (perhaps too dedicated) and Marcy can absolutely get behind that. Beyond that I think Gus would lose his mind to find another human in the first place, let alone one who can probably recite all of human history off the top of her head. Meanwhile with Marcy, she would be absolutely fascinated by everything and everyone in the boiling isles, and I can just imagine right now that every time she had a new question she'd pose it to Gus and Gus would be like "I... I don't know. *excitedly* I don't know! Let's go find out!" cue the two of them rushing off to investigate:tm:. Also! More than anything else i want Marcy to help provide suggestions to Gus on how to improve/expand his tunnels under hexside because I NEVER FORGOT THE TUNNELS.

With only two pairs leftover y'all can probably guess who's going with who. Unless you can't that would also be fair. I am kinda throwing a curveball with Sasha's I suppose, but I think it actually works out pretty well. Sasha and King have incredibly similar ideas about just about everything. While I think initially King would try to order Sasha around and it would get on Sasha's nerves severely, once that toned down, the two of them would get along really well. Sasha wouldn't see King as a threat due to his size and overall lack of power, and King would just continue seeing Sasha as a very strong pawn, though not out loud so she doesn't yell at him. I mean, we've seen what King would act like provided he became a teenager and it's honestly pretty in line with how Sasha would take over and be in power. I can absolutely see the two of them conspiring to run the whole isle, whether or not those plans ever actually come to fruition, I think she'd develop a soft spot for him.

And finally, I think there's a lot of untapped potential with Anne and Amity. While Anne is more coming from the past of the person who got pushed around and Amity is more the one who did the pushing, the two of them have more to bond over than it would seem. The core concept at the depths of each of their characters, is a chance for them to finally figure out who they are and what they want to be. With Anne it's been Sasha's presence and her need to be socially connected at all times that drove her to have a messed up view of friendship (friends are there to do stuff for other friends, like an exchange for their love), and the feeling she should just be quiet and let everything happen to/around her. With Amity it's the constant pressure from her parents to let them define her along everything she does and all of her relationships. Both Anne and Amity are in a place where, after spending so much time missing out on the chance to form their own identities and become their own people, they're finally starting to realize they can decide who they are. They're finally going to find themselves, and it's gonna be beautiful.

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strigital · 4 years ago

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Do tell about Nim, I couldn’t find much info about her through your blog and I am dying to know more about this werewolf lady

well grab a pint and sit yo booty down, cause our bard of the evening tonight is Nim and she's drunk as all hell and ready to weave some outrageous stories!! 🍻

in all seriousness, thank you for asking! 😭💗 she came about back in ye oldie days of hype over the 11th of november 2011, and since then refuses to give up the title of my fav oc!!

now, a Paarthurnax would say: lets-a go!

a quick recap of the events in Skyrim:

Naali Saryn was born sometime in 4E 130 on mainland Morrowind as a result of a quick fling between an unknown Dunmer girl and Lucien Lachance and Kassandra Saryn's (The Hero of Kvatch's) son.

Sometime in that year, the baby was found aboard a ship bound for Raven Rock and when no one came forth to claim her a couple of elderly and childless ash yam farmers decided to take her in until her family was found.

The family, of course, was never found, and so they raised her as their own for the next sixteen years. They called the girl Nim - short, sweet, meaningless, and easy to shout out into the fields where the little brat is out adventuring when the house chores are yet to be done.

Nim grew up alongside her best friend Teldryn (don't believe his tales about his past, there's a reason why he wears a helmet in his hometown). For years the kids dreamt of leaving Raven Rock behind and making it big in the big city. And idea which really annoyed Nim's ol' Nana, who believed that everything needed for a simple happy life was right here on Solstheim.

After one particularly nasty fight with Nana about the ordeal, Nim gathered a bag of things and slipped out in the dead of night to catch an early morning ship with Teldryn.

They stuck together for a while then went on their separate merry ways. He - to Blacklight, she - to Leyawiin. Once in the wild, Nim had to quickly figure out her place in the pecking order. The romantic life of crime seemed to be the most attractive for her, but getting on top could never be easy. Especially for a young, inexperienced, and naive girlie. So she ended up running with the wrong kind of crew. Ended up in some truly dark places. Barely got out alive. Learned from her mistakes. Wore the scars of abuse like armor and made sure that since that day no one in this world or any other would play her for a fool, use her or put a finger on her without her permission.

By the time she turned fifty, Nim was well known amongst certain circles as the kind of scoundrel, thief, bard, and wench one should not trifle with. But her luck had to eventually run out, and so it did on the night of the fabled Umbacano Mansion heist, which failed so badly Nim had to either leave Cyrodiil or end up in a Thalmor owned torture chamber.

Skyrim seemed like a perfect place. After all, in a kingdom torn apart by the civil war, no one would even notice yet another greyskin refugee, right? Well, the Thalmor did. And so she ended up on a cart bound for Helgen to have a date with an executioner. But then Alduin showed up to crash the party before he himself got rudely interrupted by another dragon, who swooped in to save the Last Dragonborn.

After the narrow escape, Nim concluded her duty to warn Balgruuf of the dragon threat and went on to start a new career as a merc with the Companions. She and Aela became fast friends and when the prospect of joining the Circle came up she gladly accepted a sip of her new sister's blood. To never again be helpless and weak? To rip apart any fool who'd take her for just another elf wench who can't put up a fight? Well of course it was worth giving up the ability to sleep and having to get used to all smells suddenly becoming ten times worse!

After that Mirmulnir showed up and ended up as another ornament above the throne in the Dragonsreach. And Nim got stuck with a title which she would wear with great discontent for years to come.

Eventually, she ceased trying to run away and hide from her destiny, accepted her role as the Last Dragonborn, and begrudgingly began her quest to save the world. On her journey, she met and became tight friends with Yollokmir and Alasil who taught her how to speak, fight and fly like a dragon. With their help she inherited Konahrik's legacy: his mask embued with his soul, his citadel far up in the mountains - the NebenLok Zeikangaar - and the right to revive and lead the order of dragon riders sworn to defeat Alduin - DovahDein.

As she gained power and the word of her great many deeds spread across Skyrim, she managed to get quite the following of fellow men, mer, and Dov, willing to follow her into Sovngarde and beat the hell out of Alduin. Alas, she failed. Twice.

At that point, Alasil informed her of a special someone who might be of help in their quest against Alduin and who might prove difficult to convince to join her cause. That was the first time in fifty years that Nim got to visit her home. Unfortunately, Solstheim had changed. And upon arrival, she learned that her Pa passed onto the realm of Azura soon after her departure, and her Nana... well, she wasn't young anymore and suffered greatly due to all the ash ruining her lungs... and when the islanders got called to the All-Maker stones night after night by a mysterious spell, she just worked herself to death. That was the only thing Nim wouldn't forgive Miraak for, not until he swallowed his pride and sincerely apologized for being responsible for his potential mother-in-law's death.

And with Miraak's help, they finally sent Alduin back to his Maker, enjoyed a few peaceful years until High King Ulfric became a bit drunk on his power and needed a good ass whooping as well. Then Miraak suddenly found himself as the new king and Nim... she just did her own thing. As always. The end?

Oh and all the while running about, gathering forces, growing her Dragonborn powers, hunting Dragon Priests and Alduin's henchmen, she also meddled with the Thieves Guild, put Karliah in charge and became her right hand, managed to become an advisor on all things dragon at the Mage's College, ended up teaching lute and songwriting at the Bard's College (she's taking a break since Viarmo can't seem to handle her teaching tactics), earned the title of Thane in every hold and became a good friend to the Dawnguard fellas (Isran is more than happy to teach her kids the ropes of monster hunting) after kicking Harkon's ass into Oblivion. In what little free time she has Nim also manages the Lakeview Manor and leases the ash yam farm back in Raven Rock for some extra cash. All in all, a busy woman!

and some tidbits about the dovahmom:

Although Nim is perfectly aware of her real name, she chooses to use the one given to her by Nana. Both as a sign of respect and because, frankly, she dislikes both the Sarynes and the Lachances, who are, in her humble opinion, just a bunch of pricks. Somehow, the ghost of her murdered grandad finds this opinion of hers kinda funny.

Her friends sometimes describe her as "cyrodiilic brandy in a cup of tea": she's this small elf girl with pretty blue eyes and a smile on her face and you think that she'll be very pleasant and cute and shy and then... then you realize she drinks like a sailor, swears like one too, can beat anyone into the dirt (thanks, Hircine) and doesn't take shit from nobody. She openly speaks her mind and doesn't give a shit about what someone might think of her. She does what she considers the right thing to do, never plays nice with those she dislikes, never pretends to be someone she isn't. She's feisty, sassy, brassy, and, quite honestly, just doesn't give a fuck.

Nim is in almost complete control over her inner beast, partly thanks to her draconic blood, partly - to the ring she got when she and Sinding had that little party on a moonlit night in that grotto. She only loses control over herself when both moons are full and thusly will travel deep into the wilds a few days before the magical night. This way the only people that might get hurt are bandits, necromancers, hags, and the like. She and Aela also managed to get a small werewolf pack going, named the Whitemane Pack after the old man himself and dedicated to those who wish to take control over their inner beast, hunt with honor, and cause the Silver Hand as much grief as possible.

Nim is raising Blaise and Sofie as her own since they both were just wee lil' war orphans (the babes are in their teens now). She never quite really knew why... Nim was never a wifey nor a baby momma kind of woman. In fact, she can't even have children in the first place and, honestly, always thought of this as a blessing - never having to worry about contraception like all those other girls and just having fun without a care in the world! Her friends sometimes joke around, saying that she might've finally "ripened" for the motherhood, but she doesn't care. She loves Blaise, Sofie, and Sissel (thanks, Miraak, you're so good at kidnapping children!) and is content with being their famous Dragonborn mom. Post-Alduin Miraak, however, is secretly annoyed for not being able to get her pregnant. Oh well, the man can dream...

Oh yeah! Nim plays the lute and sings too! It's a skill she picked up across taverns all over the continent when she realized that bards get free drinks and a bed, as well as ample opportunity to sniff out and seduce prey. And even though her days of hunting for good-looking rich fools are long behind her, she still performs in inns and taverns across Skyrim. Firstly, it brings in a fair amount of money, and secondly, it's good for her Voice! And also just plain and simple fun.

Also, people get terribly surprised when she, a Dunmer, doesn't act like one at all! Nim might've grown up in Raven Rock, a Dunmer settlement, but she spent the rest of her life traveling the continent and then living in Skyrim. She's more Nord-ish than some Nords! And the Nords actually really love it! It's so so easy to just get plastered with the homegirl, punch some faces and pass out on a heap of hay behind the inn, just happy to be alive on this fine snowy day. The only truly Dunmer thing about her is the occasional "n'wah!" which escapes her potty mouth. I mean, she doesn't even like sujamma all that much and would rather have a pint of mead! Whatever Ancestors she has must be spinning in their graves fast enough to generate electricity.

uuuhhh I think that's all the important stuff? i might've forgotten, in which case, I'll add it later... meanwhile, have some more Nim content:

^^^ the fanfic is slow, but it's moving... at a snail's pace. my advice: don't expect updates, so that when they do come, you'll be pleasantly surprised!

#thank u for asking abt the dovahmom #i am deeply touched uwu #💞#the elder scrolls #skyrim #dragonborn #ldb #dovahkiin #konahrik #oc #naali 'nim' saryn #bethesda #ask #my art #sketch #traditional doodle #ballpoint doodle

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mayraki · 4 years ago

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“remember the old times?” - george weasley

-> avocadosalad2’s gif!

summary: after an unexpected attack, while the weasley family hides in an abandoned house for the night, fred, george and you remember the old times at hogwarts.

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Sometimes life takes an unexpected turn, and you never see it coming. One moment you’re smiling and laughing and seconds later you’re running to save your life. In that moment there’s no much that matters, only the ability to keep your head up and fight to protect the ones you love. Everything can change in the second that things fall down, and the worst part is that it comes faster than any laughter you ever let out. In these dark times you have to be ready for everything, ready to fight, ready to protect the ones that need it, even if that meant leaving behind the ones you love.

“C’mon!” You yelled after letting out a big laugh. “It’s not fair! You guys always cheat!” You pointed at Fred and George Weasley, who immediately looked at each other offended while sitting on the floor, in front of their George’s bed, where you and Ginny were sitting.

“We don’t!” They both yelled at the same time and you shook your head with a little smile on your face. You grabbed the ball of paper that was on the floor to throw it again at the bucket Fred and George had between them.

“C’mon, Y/n!” Ginny said next to you. “You got this!” You felt the ball leave your hand after you threw it and you watched how it was perfectly going into the bucket, you were already lifting your hands to celebrate and so was Ginny, but as soon as the ball was about to go into the bucket, it busted into flames and disappeared into the air.

“What?” You softly asked surprised but when Fred and George were trying to hold their laughter, you looked at them with your mouth opened, surprised at how much of a cheater they could be. “You guys suck!” You yelled and Ginny shook her head.

“They cheat because they know they can’t beat us.” Ginny said and you nodded with a smile, letting your arm go around her shoulders.

“What?” Fred asked. “No, we can beat you girls.”

“Easily.” George added.

“Then stop cheating!” You complained but when George winked at you, a little smile escaped your lips while you shook your head.

“Everybody!” You heard Molly Weasley yelling from the kitchen. “Dinner’s ready!”

“We better don’t make her wait.” Ginny said while getting up and you nodded, following her.

“See you downstairs, ladies.” George said once he and Fred got up from the floor, he looked at you and after giving you wink with a smile, with a quick noise they disappeared from the room.

You looked at Ginny who was shaking her head. “Boys. They always have to use magic for everything.”

“It’s one floor!” You complained with her, who let out a tiny laugh before wrapping her arm with yours and walking towards the kitchen.

Once downstairs, you looked around to see the entire Weasley family in the kitchen, Bill, Ron and Charlie chatting about some stories of encounters with new dragons that Charlie had over in Rumania. You never got tired of listening to those amazing adventures. Fred and Ginny putting the plates around the table... it was more Ginny trying to get Fred to not put any “funny” objects on either plate. You always thought that if Fred and George got the chance to always try their new inventions on everyone without getting caught, they would. You turned to your side when Molly and Arthur Weasley started to have a loud conversation about the Minestry. But soon, you tried to not hear it, since one of the things that you liked least was politics. There was one left, George. You looked around looking for him, and there he was; with a smile on his face while staring at you. George Weasley. The guy that you met your first day at Hogwarts and then became your best friend in seconds, who made you fall in love even when you didn’t believe you would find it, anytime soon.

“C’mon, Y/n, sit down dear.” Molly said with a smile once she looked you were just standing there with a smile on your face.

“Come here, love.” George said when you looked around to see where you were going to sit. He pointed with his head towards the chair that was next to him, and with quick steps you walked towards him. “Have a told you you look beautiful tonight, love?” He said against your ear after putting his arm around the back of your chair once you sat down.

You let out a tiny smile before turning to him. “No.” You slowly shook your head.

“Well, you do. And remind me to not go this far on another day before saying you look beautiful. I’m embarrassed of this behaviour on my part, if you ask me.” He said and you let out a tiny laugh before turning to Arthur, who got up from his chair.

“I’d like to make a toast.” Arthur said lifting his glass on the air. Suddenly, all the glasses were on the air. “I would to say that we’re extremely grateful that our son, Charlie, is here to visit us from Rumania.” Arthur said and Charlie let out smile while their parents were looking proudly at him. “Secondly, we like to thank you all, for coming here this beautiful summer. We’re so happy to have you here with us, celebrating, enjoying life... because right now, this is all we can do. And we have to appreciate these moments.” The air in the room changed when he said those words, you looked down trying to not think of what may be out there. Immediately, you felt George grabbing the hand that was on your thigh and you looked at him with a smile. “And then, lastly, we would like to wish,” Arthur looked at Molly who was looking down, like she knew what was Arthur going to say. “our third son, Percy, wherever he is, a happy night.”

“He’s probably in The Minestry now.” George said annoyed and you looked at him serious, he just shook his head letting out a big breath.

“Cheers!” Arthur said before taking the glass to his mouth and everyone followed.

“That was magnificent, Molly.” You said when you walked next to Molly while she was in front of the kitchen counter cleaning it. “Thank you for having me.”

“Oh, dear! You know it’s a pleasure to have you here. You’re an absolute treasure, and you bring light everywhere you go.” Molly said with her excitement tone and you let out a smile. “Besides, when you’re here the boys behave better.”

“Well, I do my best.”

“It’s working, believe me dear, I’ve never seen George so happy.” Molly went back to cleaning like she didn’t just say the biggest thing a mother could say to the girlfriend of her son. You looked down processing her words but when Molly spoke again, you looked back at her. “Even Fred is happier when you’re around, and Ginny! Oh, that girl loves you so much.”

“Molly, you and Arthur make really lovable children. It didn’t even took me two seconds to love them back.”

“Well, it took you to love George a little bit more.” Molly said jokingly and you nodded after letting out a little laugh. “Seriously...” Molly stopped cleaning to turn around to where the rest of the family were and then wrapped her arm around yours. “Somehow, every time you’re around, things suddenly get better.” She said softly. You let out a tiny smile not knowing how to respond to Molly’s words. The fact that the family that meant so much to you felt the same way about you, made your heart melt. On that moment, George let out a loud laugh while talking to Ron that you looked at him. His smile and happy conversation made you let out a smile and your heart to skip a beat. The amount of love you had for him... and the people around you, words weren’t enough. Everything you didn’t have, everyone you’ve always wanted, was right there in front of you. A loving family.

“Thank you, Molly.” You said almost in a whisper once you turned to face Molly.

“Thank you. For making my son happy, that means the world to me.” She said and both of you let out smiles for each other.

“What are these two lovely women talking about?” George appeared with a smile on his face.

“Just girl stuff.” You said getting closer to him and wrapping your arms around his waist to pull him closer.

“Oh, so, how to be amazing?” He asked and that made Molly and you let out tiny laughs. After giving George a little squeeze on the arm, Molly walked over to the table while you were still hugging George.

“You can’t keep your hands off me, can you Y/n?” George asked after you pulled him ever closer.

“I’m sorry, you’re just too huggable with that sweater on.” You said with a smile. George lifted his left eyebrow before you shook your head with a smile and got closer to his lips, to unite yours with his. He quickly grabbed your cheek but when a loud noise came from outside, you two separated from each other to turn to the front door.

“What was that?” Ginny asked walking towards the window but Arthur pulled her back. George grabbed your waist strongly before pulling closer to his body, while still looking at the front door.

“Stay back.” Arthur said. “Bill, Charlie, come with with me.” The oldest Weasleys immediately nodded before the three of them walked out the door with their wands on their hands.

“Mom?” Ron asked looking at Molly, who was getting rid of her apron to quickly walk to the door and stand there, with her wand ready.

“Hey.” Fred said to Ginny and Ron. “Come here.” The three of them walked over to where you and George were, so stand behind you two. You looked at George who was worryingly looking at the door and his mom. With a quick move, you pulled your wand out of your boot and you noticed Fred did the same. Seconds later, George had his wand on her hand. The silence was worrying you even more than any other loud noise. Your eyes were glued to the door when a loud explosion came from a far. Your heart sinked to your stomach and you felt how George pulled you even closer to him.

“Fred.” Molly said with her voice shaking, but still firmly. “Come with me.” Fred immediately nodded before walking closer to his mom. Molly locked eyes with you and then with Ron, Ginny and George, to finally go back to you once again. You nodded understanding what she was saying, she nodded back and before you knew it, her and Fred were out of the front door. Silence surrounded the room while you and George were looking around to the windows the house had. You could hear your heart beating faster than normal and your breathing getting heavier.

“Y/n.” Ginny said behind you and you felt her hand holding yours. Without taking your eyes away from your surroundings, you held her hand tightly and pulled her even closer.

“Are you good back there?” George asked referring to Ron.

“Yeah.” You heard Ron said.

“What do you think it is?” You asked to George almost in a whisper.

“I’m afraid to say what I think it is, to be honest.” He said. When a noise came from the door you and George quickly lifted your wands towards it, but when Molly walked inside the house everyone walked closer to her.

“We need to get the children out of here.” She said looking at Ginny and Ron. Suddenly, like a record playing, more loud noises were coming from the outside.

“Mom, what is it?” George asked worried.

“Bad, George, bad.” That was all Molly said.

You turned to George and because he knew what you were going to say, he quickly shook his head. “No.”

“You go with your mom, I got this. I can take them out of here.”

“No, absolutely not. I’m not going to let you do this alone.” George turned to his mom to hope she agreed with him, but Molly wasn’t there anymore, that’s when you heard she was putting some things away in a tiny purse and making things fly around her.

“George.” You said to get him to look at you. Once he did, you grabbed his cheeks. “They need you more there.” He was about to say something but you cut him off. “I got this.” You said softly and George looked down to your lips realising that you were right. Without hesitating, you united your lips with his but then quickly took some steps back. “Go.” You said grabbing Ginny’s hand. “We’re going to be alright.”

“Are we ready?” Molly asked looking at George. He nodded but then went back to you.

“We’ll find you.” He said.

You slowly nodded. “You will.” And the moment you said those words, you grabbed everyone’s hands and quickly disappeared from the house.

“Y/n, where are we?” Ginny asked the moment the group touched ground. Your surroundings were dark since it was night and you were in the middle of nowhere.

“I don’t know. All I could think about was the route I took some day to go the Burrow.” You said without stopping. Everyone was following your quick moves very close to you. “You two take your wands out and be ready for anything.”

“We can still hear it.” Ron said giving a look behind. The noises of spells being thrown were still hitting your ears but were now far. Your heart was beating faster than before with George in your mind. But you needed to focus on getting the kids out of there to a safe place.

“A safe place.” You softly said. “I got it!” You yelled but the moment you grabbed Ron and Ginny’s hand the noise of someone appearing close to you hit your ears. Quickly, you pulled the two Weasleys behind you with your hand pointing at the black figure a couple of steps away from you. “Stay back.” You firmly said. But the big man was still getting slowly close. “Expelliarmus!” You yelled moving your wand but the mysterious man avoided it with ease.

Immediately, you noticed how the man was ready to cast a spell on you. The moment you saw the light coming out of his wand you lifted yours to protect you and the kids from the spell. One, two, three and four spells where being thrown at you. But you weren’t giving up, you lifted your hand towards the man and started to throw every spell that came to your mind. The light that was coming from your wand was the only thing illuminating your surroundings. You noticed how the man was taking steps back and that’s when you saw your opportunity to finish him. “Petrificus Totalus!” You yelled and just like that noticed how the man stopped moving and fell to the floor like a piece of rock.

Ginny grabbed your hand and you turned to face Ron, who was looking back to where the noises of spells were coming from. “Ron.” You softly said.

“We have to help them.”

“We can’t. Right now, I have to take you two to a safe place.” You said. Ron turned to you and you noticed the sadness and worry in his eyes, you felt your heart dropping to your stomach but you needed to be the strong one out of the two Weasleys. So you swallowed trying to get rid of the tears fighting to come out and then grabbed Ron’s hand to quickly disappear from the dark forest.

“C’mon, guys, quickly.” You said once you opened the big black door of the old house the moment you touched ground. “Get inside.”

“Y/n?” Ginny asked when you closed the door and lifted your want to put an invisible spell on the house. “How are they going to find us?”

“I don’t know, Ginny.” You said honestly. “All I know right now is that I have to keep you guys safe. We’re not far, so you guys have to be alert still.” Ron and Ginny slowly nodding while looking around as you continued to concentrate on putting the invisible spell.

You lowered your wand and took a moment to take deep breath when you felt your throat close up and the tears wanting to come out. Your heart was still beating faster but the moment that Ginny wrapped her arm around yours and looked at you with a smile, your heart slowly went back to it’s normal speed.

“He’s going to be fine.” Ginny softly said. “One thing I’m sure about Fred and George, is that they don’t give up.”

You let out a tiny smile. “Yeah.” A big breath came out of your mouth before saying: “They’re all going to be fine.” You said trying to comfort Ginny, but at the same time, you said that to believe it yourself as well.

“How can we tell them we’re here?” Ron appeared next to you two after disappearing for a couple of seconds.

“I don’t k-“ you were saying but when you moved your hand to take your hair out of your face, it hit you. “Wait, this is it!” You looked at the gold little ring with a red pearl that you had on your middle finger and without hesitating m, you grabbed it to open the red pearl. Immediately, some red light came out of it and disappeared from your sight leaving through a window after you and the kids followed it with your eyes.

“What is it?” Ron asked confused getting closer to you the moment you went back to looking at the ring.

“George gave it to me when he left Hogwarts with Fred, it’s a normal ring but he put a spell on it. When I open the red pearl, it allows a red light to go find George and take him to me. I completely forgot about it!”

“That’s great.” Ron said. “But if he shows him where you are, isn’t it going to also show the other people there?”

“No..” you softly said remembering the moment he gifted it to you. “Because he can only see it. It’s a path.” With quick moves, you opened the dark red curtain from the window to look outside. It was still extremely dark and all you could see was the stars on the sky. You started to move your foot up and down from the nerves of waiting. You never used the ring before and you didn’t know how it worked, but you trusted George and his abilities that it was going to.

After a couple of minutes of waiting nothing was happening on the outside, the fear of something bad happening to anyone appeared on your mind but you quickly brushed it off when the tears appeared again. You closed your eyes trying to keep every thing calm inside of you, when you heard someone appearing on the outside. You quickly lifted your wand still trying to focus your eyes outside and the people who were now walking closer to the house. “Who’s that?” Ginny asked behind you but you didn’t respond, you were giving everything to try to recognise everyone on the outside. When a wand let out a tiny ball of light, that’s when you saw the red hairs on those heads and your heart skipping a beat.

You immediately lifted the invisibility spell from the house and seconds later, you saw how Arthur opened the house and was followed by the rest of the Weasley family.

“Y/n!” Arthur yelled after seeing that Ron and Ginny were alright. He quickly walked towards you to grab your shoulders. “That was brilliant. Brilliant!” He said and you let out a smile.

“I’m glad you kids are ok.” Molly said giving tight hugs to Ron and Ginny. She then turned to you to wrap her arms around you to give you another tight hug. “Thank you so much, Y/n.” She said against your ear while still hugging you. You nodded giving her a smile with your eyes starting to get wet. You didn’t want to let everything out, but the moment Molly let go of you you locked eyes with George. He quickly ran towards you to put you against his body while his arms were around your neck. The tears that you were holding finally came out when his smell came into your nose. Your arms were wrapped around his waist and you pulled him even closer, trying to feel his body against yours the more you could. He was ok. You were ok. Everyone was ok. It felt like the moment was over, and your body let itself relaxed against his.

“I can’t believe it worked.” George said looking at you and grabbing your cheeks. “The moment that I saw those red dots, I knew. I’m so happy it worked.”

“Me too.” You said when George wiped a tear coming down on your cheeks with his thumb. You let out a tiny smile while closing your eyes enjoying his touch on your face. That was all you needed on that moment. Him and only him.

“But why they came to the Burrow?” You asked while all the Weasley, except Ron and Ginny, where having a conversation on the living room about the moments before.

“We don’t know.” Arthur said. “But we have to stay alert.”

“They could be close.” Bill said with his deep voice. “We defeated the ones that came here, but we don’t know if there’s more.”

“We better stay the night here.” Molly said and then quickly turned to you. “If that’s alright with you, dear.”

You nodded. “Of course, my parents bought this house many years ago for safety. This is what it’s made for.” They all nodded and Molly started to divide the rooms, but you couldn’t pay attention. Your mind was still wondering if anyone was still out there, or if people needed help. You turned to the closed window and the dark outside before letting out a big sigh. Suddenly, you felt a soft touch in your shoulder and you turned around to see George looking at you with a smile. When he noticed your worried eyes, he wrapped his arms around your neck while you wrapped yours around his waist to be even closer to one another. You closed your eyes enjoying his warm body against yours and the noise of his heart beating. In that moment, it was only you and him in the room. You never felt something like this with anyone else, nobody ever could make you feel the same way he does, make you feel calm even in the darkest of times. “Is it ever going to end?” You softly asked against his chest.

“I don’t know.” He said in the same tone. You looked up to lock eyes with him and a little comforting smile appeared on his face. With his index finger moved a couple of hairs that were on your face and seconds later united his lips with yours, to give you a little and gentle kiss.

“Y/n, dear, how many rooms are here?” Molly asked and you quickly turned to her, leaving one arm wrapped on George’s waist.

“Enough.”

“That’s good. It’s better if we all share, nobody sleeps alone.”

“I’ll take the room with Ginny.” You said with a smile and Molly nodded, giving you a soft touch to your cheek before they entire family walked upstairs to prepare for the night.

The moment you stepped into the old dark room you were used to seeing when you were a little kid, the smell of old furniture and the cold wind hitting your body made you remember the old times. Ginny, who was sitting down in the bed, looked up at you with a little smile. “Hi.” You softly said.

“Are you alright?” She asked and you nodded. With quite steps you walked over to the little window to close to the curtains and to also make sure there was nothing outside. Once everything was clear, you finally sat down in front of Ginny on the bed.

“It’s a very beautiful house.” She said looking around.

“Yeah. Beautiful house, but horrible purpose.”

“When did your parents bought it?”

“When I was three.” You let out a tiny sigh and looked down.

“Maybe we should talk about something more happy.” Ginny said and you locked eyes with her with a little smile.

“What do you have in mind?”

“How about.... you and George.”

You lifted your eyebrow and a bigger smile appeared on your face. “Why me and him?”

“Because in these dark times, I feel like you and him are one of only things that make me believe it’s going to get better.” Ginny softly said and you felt tears wanting to come out. “Honestly, even I can see you two love each other with your whole heart.”

“You do?”

Ginny quickly nodded. “Yeah. I mean, unless you don’t-“

You let out a loud laugh. “Yeah, I do. Don’t worry about it.”

After talking to Ginny to keep your minds distracted, you and her decided to call it a night and try to get some sleep. But the moment your head touched your pillow next to Ginny’s, your eyes couldn’t close. Your mind was still going at full speed and you didn’t know how to shut it off. Or worst, you didn’t know if you could. You tossed around and around on the bed, but then thought that it was a better idea to walk around the house and relax for a bit to not wake Ginny up, who seemed to fell asleep minutes after closing her eyes.

“Lumos.” You whispered the moment you grabbed your wand from your nightstand. With quite and slow steps, you finally opened the door and walked out of the room, leaving Ginny behind but not before making sure everything was normal.

“Hi beautiful.” George said out of nowhere the moment you closed the door and that made you jump.

“God!” You said in a loud whisper the moment you turned around to face him. He had that typical little smile on his face. “You scared me.”

“It was my pleasure, Y/n.” George touched his chest proudly and you shook your head with a smile.

“You guys didn’t tell me you were having a party.” Fred said once he walked into the little hallway. He had a candle on his hand and you quickly turned to your wand.

“Nox.” You whispered and the room was left illuminated by the little candle. “It’s not party. We just ran into each other.” You said and then felt how George touched your back.

Fred lifted his eyebrow with a smirk on his face. “Yeah, sure. I believe that and not that you were going to do any funny business.”

“Fred!” You whispered loudly. “No!” You turned to George to see how he had the same smile his brother had. “Unbelievable.”

“What?” George asked and you shook your head, before he left your a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“C’mon, I can’t sleep.” Fred said while sitting down on the corner of the long hallway. “Y/n tell me what you remember of Snape’s classes so I can fall asleep.”

You let out a tiny laugh while following Fred and sitting down in front of him, letting your back rest in the wall. George did the same, and after, he left his hand rest on your thigh. “I don’t remember much, to be honest.” You admitted.

“What?” George asked surprised. “You were always studying for his class.”

“That’s true.” Fred nodded.

“Yeah. But as soon as the tests were over, I forgot almost everything.”

“Bad, baaad, Y/n.” Fred said and you opened your mouth offended.

“Oh, c’mon, like you guys remember everything.” Silenced followed your phrase and you nodded proudly. “That’s what I thought.”

“You know that I remembered this morning?” George said and you turned to face him.

“What?”

“The first time we met.” As soon as he said those words, your mind immediately took you back in time.

“Be careful!” You heard your mom yell the moment you stepped into the Hogwarts Express.

“I will!”

“But have fun!”

“I will!”

“But not too much fun!”

“Mom!”

“Ok, ok! You go now. I love you!”

“I love you too! Bye!” You gave your mom a final wave with your hand and stepped inside the train, having no more sight of her at all.

Moments later, you sat down with a book in your hand. Even if you wanted to read, you couldn’t concentrate because your heart was beating faster than normal. It was your first year at Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You were expecting to live this day since you received your letter a couple of months ago. Being the only witch of your family was definitely shocking for everyone. Specially your dad. He didn’t took it well. Leaving after having lots of fights with your mom. But you didn’t let that bother you anymore, you tried to build a family with your mom as much as you could. It was only the two of you and you loved it. Of course, you sometimes wished to have a bigger family, siblings, cousins, but unfortunately, that wasn’t your case. But with the little you had, you learnt how to happy with it.

“Hi! Do you want a chocolate?” A red haired boy made you turned to him and you furrowed your eyebrows confused.

“What?”

“I said, do you want a chocolate?” He repeated himself with a lifted eyebrow and handing to you the little piece of chocolate his hand was holding.

“Why are you offering me a piece of chocolate?” You asked confused and suspicious of this red headed boy.

“Don’t be suspicious.” He said like he just read your thoughts. “It’s just a piece of chocolate. C’mon, take it.” He got closer to you.

“I’m sorry.” You said with a smile looking at the chocolate. “You have to understand me here, a stranger is offering me food. Something that goes inside my body and can do anything to it. Not forgetting to mention that we know magic, worst things can happen to me.”

The boy looked at you with a smile and then sat down in front of you. “Nice to meet you, I’m George Weasley. And you are?” He lifted his hand for you to shake but you looked at it even more confuse.

“Are you introducing yourself just because you want to give me chocolate?”

“What? It’s good chocolate! And I want to share it with the pretty lady I just met. What’s wrong with that?” He said like he didn’t just called you pretty. Before you could say anything else, another red haired boy appeared.

“George! What on Earth are you doing?” The boy had the same hair as George but with curls. He had even more freckles but he looked more mature than the boy you had in front of. Even if they looked, personality wise, completely different, from their features and red hair, you noticed that they were siblings.

“Percy!” George said getting up. “Just making friends.”

“C’mon.” The boy named Percy said grabbing George’s shoulder and pushing him away from you. “I’m sorry, for whatever he did or say to you.” He apologised but you shook your head.

“He did nothing wrong.” You said and Percy nodded, and before leaving he looked at George with a warning and serious expression. The moment Percy left your sight, George turned to you with a smirk and before taking steps to walk away, he winked at you. You looked away surprised and then looked back, but there was no one there in front of you.

“This is going to be interesting.” You said surprised with a smile on your face and then looked down at your book with the intention to open it and continue reading it, but what you saw made your let out a bigger smile. The piece of chocolate was laying there on top of your book, waiting for you to grab it and eat it. You shook your head with the question “How did he put it there without you or Percy noticing?” You didn’t know the boy, and you only met him two minutes ago, but he already made you smile more than any other boy in your entire life. So, without waiting another second, you grabbed it and let it get into your mouth. It was just a piece of chocolate, what could go wrong? But, boy oh boy, were you wrong.

Minutes later you started to feel how your tongue started to tingle, you didn’t give much thought into it and continued reading. But when the feeling came unbearable, you closed the book and immediately opened your mouth to let your tongue out. But it came out longer than you remembered it being. Your heart started to beat faster and faster and you were moving your hand uncontrollably around your body when mind started to freak out at the look of your tongue hitting your chest. Like a fast truck, the image of the red haired boy came into your mind.

“TWAD UCKER!” You yelled but you couldn’t understand what you were saying since your tongue couldn’t help you get out the right words.

As fast as the wind, you started to look for the boy that did this to you. Looking like a crazy person, you looked around gaining the looks of everyone at the train. But you didn’t care, all you wanted to do was find the idiot. And that didn’t took you long. The moment you saw him talking to his brother, you walked closer to you and the moment Percy looked up at you, he got up and looked surprised at your tongue. But immediately turn to George.

“What did you to her?!”

“What?!” George got up from the sit. You noticed he was trying so hard to not laugh. “I didn’t do this!”

“WHA?” You asked angrily, but the two boys looked at you confused. “EH E I!” Their looks didn’t change so you rolled your eyes.

“Fix this! Immediately!” Percy said but when George stood there looking at your long tongue, he shouted again. “Fred!”

“EGR?” You asked confused. In that moment, another red haired boy walked next to you and the moment he looked at your tongue, a loud laugh came out of his mouth. You turned to the boy that you had in front of you and the one that just walked in repeatedly. “OH?” You asked lifting your index and middle finger.

“George?!” Percy asked looking at the boy you had next to you, still laughing. “You did this?”

“EY!” You pointed at the boy Percy called George. “ORG!”

He lifted his hands into the air innocently. “I didn’t!”

“OGOLE!” You yelled but then closed your mouth with your tongue sticking out finally surrendering on talking and being understood. You turned to Percy and pointed at your tongue.

“Yes, excuse me.” He grabbed his wand and with a little flick, a little sparkle came out of it and finally, you felt how your tongue was slowly going back to it’s normal size.

“Apologise!” Percy said. “Right now!”

“I’m completely, entirely, sorry.” George said with a smile.

“Sorry? Sorry! Who does that to a complete stranger?!”

“I’m Fred, by the way.” The other twin said but you didn’t turn to him, you kept looking at the one you had next to you.

“It was just a simple joke!”

“A joke?!”

“I’m so sorry.” Percy said and you let out a big breath trying to calm yourself.

“Don’t worry. It’s all alright.” You said with a little smile on your face.

“That’s what I like to hear.” Percy said.

“Yeah, it’s all forgiven. But know, boys,” you gave a couple of steps back to look at the two twins. “This is war.”

“What?” The three siblings asked at the same time.

“I don’t think that’s a good I-“ Percy was saying but Fred cut him off.

“Brilliant.”

“We’ll be waiting for it.”

“Don’t hold your breath, because you will never see it coming. I will get you guys back.”

“And I did.” You nodded proudly remembering the old memory.

“Yeah.” Fred nodded. “When you turned our legs into jelly we knew we wanted you on our team.”

“How did you knew how to do that, anyway?” George asked.

“I read weird things for fun, and I came across that spell. That’s when I knew my revenge.” You let out a innocent smile and George looked down at your lips with a proud smile.

“Alright, my friends. I guess is time for me to hit the bed.” Fred said getting up and you gave him a smile.

“Sleep well.” You said and just like that, George and you were left alone.

“I love remembering the old times.” You said letting your head rest in his shoulder.

“Me too. I always have this memory in my head.” You looked at him but he stared down at the floor.

“What is it?”

He turned to you with a smile. “Our first kiss.”

Your eyes were moving fast as you were reading the words on your potions books. Your steps were going the same speed as your eyes trying to get your body as fast as possible to the dungeon, to your next class.

“Y/n!” A loud voice called your name and that made you jump, quickly closing the book.

“Shit.” You complained when you remembered you didn’t marked the page you were reading.

“Everything alright?” George asked the moment he caught up and stood next to you.

“Yeah!” You quickly nodded trying to find the page you were on. “Just trying to not freak out because I fell asleep yesterday and didn’t got the chance to read the chapter Snape told us to read for today’s class. And he always likes to ask me questions and if I don’t get it right he takes points away! I think he has a thing against hufflepuffs! No, I’ll change that! I know he has something against us. Why? Who knows!” You were saying loudly and quicker than any other noise surrounding you. The moment you finished, George took the book from your hand and for the first time, you locked eyes with him offended. “Hey! Give it back!” You tried to grab it but he avoided your hand with ease.

“Not before you hear my question.”

“What? George! I don’t have time for that. My next class starts is twenty minutes.”

“Twenty minutes? You have plenty of time. C’mon, hear my question.”

“George, for the last time, I can’t help you put a prank on Mr. Filch. I already got into so much trouble because he caught us sneaking out after curf-“

“No, no, it’s not that.” George quickly cut you off shaking his head.

“Then what?”

“Are you going to the Yule Ball?” He asked and you looked at him confused.

“What?”

“Are you?”

“I don’t know, I guess.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“C’mon, that’s not the spirit!”

“I don’t know! I guess!” You said more excited and George gave you a smile.

“That’s more like it.”

“Was that your question?” You asked giving a quick look to your book looking for the opportunity to grab it, but George put it behind his back.

“No.” He said. “I was wondering- Ok, I was just thinking- Oh, why is this harder than I thought?” He asked more to himself than to you. He looked nervous and you furrowed your eyebrows because you never saw him like this before. “Would you like to- to come with me?” He asked quickly and it took you a second to process his words.

It definitely took you by surprise. Yes, you and George were very close friends, him, Fred and you were almost family. But the idea of going as a date to a dance? As friends? As... actual dates? That thought made your stomach to turn and you got confused at that feeling. What the hell was that?

“With you?”

“Yes.” He nodded. “So?” He asked waiting for your answer. While waiting, he let his hand that was holding your book go to he side of his body and without even thinking about it, you grabbed the book and with a proud smile you started to walk away.

“Is that a yes or no?!” George yelled and turning to face him with a smirk, and giving steps backwards, you yelled back: “Pick me up outside and Hufflepuff common room! And don’t be late!” You said. Immediately you noticed how a big smile appeared on his face, and then turned around leaving the happy boy behind and you with a smile on your face.

You looked at yourself in the mirror the moment you felt like you were ready for the Yule Ball and your heart started to beat faster. Nerves? For what? George? Maybe. Yes, it was definitely weird feeling like that because of a boy. A very close friend that you only ever saw as a prank partner and nothing else. After you grabbed your scarf to cover your neck, you stepped out of the room and walked to the end of the common room to see George standing on the outside looking down while fixing his black suit.

“Hi.” You said the moment you stood in front of him. With a quick move, he looked up at you and his eyes immediately went to your dress. It was simple dark green dress that was tight between your chest and waist and then it would fall delicately until it hit your feet, which they were wearing some red high heels that went perfectly with your lips.

“Wow, Y/n.” He said softly and you looked down at your dress.

“What?”

“You look... wonderful.”

“Thank you!” You said with a smile. “You don’t look bad.” You pointed at his suit with your head. In that moment, he lifted his elbow letting you grab it. And just like that, the two of you started to walk to start the long night of the Yule Ball.

The whole night went better than you ever expected. The music was of good taste and very danceable, Fred and his date, Angelina Johnson, were so much fun together that you asked yourself why haven’t these two hang out before. And you had to be honest, George was the best date you could ask for. He was a gentleman, to the point that he asked you more than four time if you wanted something to drink, if you were alright and having fun. You never saw George being like this, yes, he was a great friend and a great person. But the fact that he was also an excellent and fun date, you never expected to see that side of him. So you were glad you said yes when he asked you to be his date. The night was almost over, your feet were starting to hurt for dancing so much and you started to feel how dry your mouth was getting. “I’m going to get something to drink and also, get some fresh air!” You yelled so everyone could hear you, they all nodded with smiles while dancing except for George who grabbed your arm.

“I’ll go with you!” He said and you nodded, before the two of you walked away from the dancing people.

With now a drink in your hand, you walked to the outdoors where you felt how the cold wind touched your skin. You watched how the trees were slightly moving from a far and the million starts in the sky. “I can’t believe we’re having this much fun.” You said looking up.

“I can.” George said. “Us together? There’s not a single moment that we didn’t have fun.”

You let out a laugh before looking down at him. “That’s true, Georgie.”

“Hey, you stopped calling me Georgie.” He let out a smile. “I like it.” You were about to say something but the voice of Professor Snape stopped you.

“10 points from Hufflepuff! And the same for Ravenclaw!” He said the moment two students were walking out of one of the carriages, clearly doing something that they weren’t supposed to be doing. You covered your mouth trying to hold on a laugh and that made Snape turned to you.

“Everything alright, Miss. Y/l/n?” He asked with his popular slow and heavy tone.

“Yes, Professor.” You nodded.

“I wouldn’t like to take away another 10 points from Hufflepuff.” He said and you didn’t understand if he was talking sarcastically or not.

“You won’t, Sr.” You shook your head. Snape looked at George who have him a smile and a waved and without saying a word, Professor Snape dramatically turned around and walked away. The laugh that wanted to come out finally did and it was louder than you intended it to be. “Can you imagine?” You asked. “Snape catching you doing that?”

“I don’t know if I could look at it him in the eye after that, to be quite honest.”

You shook your head. “Me neither.” You turned to look at George who was already looking at you with a smile. “I had a really good dance, so thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me, you made it better for me.” The second he said those words, you unintentionally looked down to his lips. You didn’t know why you did it, but you couldn’t look away. The sudden need of tasting his lips with yours came into your body and mind. And it looked like George was feeling the same, since with his index finger, moved away a couple of hairs that were over your face. You locked eyes with him but you didn’t got closer to him, the courage that you always had to do pranks wasn’t there anymore, and then understood that this was another type of courage. The sound of brunches moving made you look up and then furrowed your eyebrows confused, waiting for the weird branches on top of your head to go away. But they didn’t. After a couple of seconds, the couple of branches randomly moving turned into a dark green mistletoe. “Huh.” You said and George let out a tiny laugh.

“I guess the phrase that Hogwarts helps the ones in need isn’t a lie, after all.” He said and you looked at him.

“What’s that?” You asked but without giving you the moment to say something else, George grabbed your cheek and united his lips with yours, ending the Ball with a kiss. And with that, you had the feeling that it was going to be a life full of happiness and a loving relationship with your prank partner, your best friend, and the love of your life; George Weasley.

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First off...HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SQUID!!!

I honestly had no idea it was his birthday until last night from twitter. I was in the middle of writing this scene, in fact, and realized ‘Hey, you know what? I could probably get this done in time for it!’. Now here we are.

Secondly...This is a scene from one of my WIP’s. It will probably take place somewhere in the middle chapters, but I saw that it was a fairly out of context scene to show that it wouldn’t really matter if I showed it now as a teaser or later.

Obviously, I chose the latter.

That said, this is set to change a bit as the WIP develops, but it’ll be nice to see what you all think of it. Hope you enjoy!

Fandom: Undertale, but specifically UTMV

Pairings: Implied Errorink, or Pre-Errorink

Characters: Error (Who belongs to CQ) and Ink (Who belongs to Comyet)

Warnings: Nothing really. Although, again, it is a scene from a wip, which means that it is not in it’s final form. Let me know!

Word Count: 2488

~oOo~

His phone buzzed on the floor beside him. Ink paused in the middle of trying to balance a pencil on his finger, which was probably a losing battle, but since when has that ever stopped him before? That’s right, never. And it never would. Setting the pencil aside, he checked his phone and read the short message.

mommy-bear

Are you coming home for supper? It’s past 5.

Ink jumped, looking outside to see that, indeed, the sun was lower in the sky and time had in fact passed. They must’ve gotten lost in the throughs of their homework, or the casual avoidance of it, for one of them. Error seems to have made some sort of headway into the work from Mx. Alex. Good for him. He’ll be able to hand it in on Monday without it bugging him in the back of his mind while he ignores that bugging and just doddles instead of doing his work like he should until the next thing he knows it’s almost midnight on Sunday and he still hasn’t gotten it done.

But honestly, who would do that? Certainty not Ink.

Error had also noticed his jump and was looking at him now. “What is it?”

“Just a text from my mom.” He answered, gathering up his things. A glance to his study buddy showed Error blinking and setting down his pencil as well in order to listen. “She was just wondering where I was. It’s after five, y’know? I said I’d be back then.”

“Oh.” Error fell silent after that.

Once his things were all accounted for (he did lose his eraser for a minute there and partially freaked out about it, which was kind of silly as he had plenty more than just this one white one, others that were far more colourful, but he didn’t have to worry for long—Error had silently placed it on the bed for him to grab, making Ink smile in gratitude), Ink walked to the bedroom door and got to the top of the stairs before he realized another pair of footsteps were following him.

Man, Error really needed to take him up on the suggestion of bells. He was too silent on his feet, just too much like a ghost for his liking. Not that he didn’t like ghosts. He just didn’t like people being silent when their walking. It made him paranoid.

Ink turned around. “You know I can just walk myself back, right? I literally live right next door.” He held up one finger. “That’s the house right beside yours.”

Error scowled, just like he always did when Ink pointed things out like that. It was also a reason why he was determined to point things like that out as often as he did, which was rather often. “Don’t be stupid. Of course I know that.”

“Then why are you following me?”

“What if I wasn’t? What if I just decided to get some food? To do that, I’d need to go to the kitchen, which is also downstairs.” He gestured to the passageway to said downstairs. “Those are the only stairs to get there.”

Ink smirked, “You have a box on the top shelf of your closet where you keep all the chocolate you bought, stole, or stole from Fell.” This statement was rewarded with a light blush of embarrassment from Error, who looked around as if to make sure his brothers didn’t overhear.

Ink was sure that they already knew though.

He also suspected that they put chocolate in the box too, as Error was sometimes surprised that there was some there when he had said he had eaten it all.

“I didn’t even say I was getting chocolate! I might be getting something else.”

“You don’t snack on anything but chocolate.” Error’s scowl deepened. “You also sort of admitted to following me” He couldn’t help but laugh when the blush on Error’s skull deepened in realization and his taller friend looked away from him. It was always interesting to see just how much it took to get to this shade of blue, with the yellow freckle-like dots just barely seen overtop. The sight made Ink want to draw it.

He wanted to draw it so badly.

Laughter dying down, Ink tilted his head and smiled at Error. “If you wanted to walk with me, you could’ve just asked.”

For some reason, Error glanced back at him and quickly looked away again, blush deepening again, the yellow becoming brighter. He also started to glitch a little bit, which would normally spark a tiny bit of worry, but he could see that the other wasn’t in any danger, so he had no reason to worry. If the glitches got worse, then he could worry.

That was…pretty much the saying for being friends with him.

‘If the glitches got worse, then you could worry.’

Error burrowed down, like he usually would if he had his scarf on. It was, presumably, back in his room. Weird. The glitch he knew never went anywhere without his scarf; at school, at home, at the café, at the park, walking, sitting, it was always on. Well, it probably came off at home. Here he was with his family, a safe, happy environment away from the judging eyes of school and the city. He could be himself here. That’s an assumption, at least, hopefully the right one. Ink didn’t know the relationship between skeleton and scarf and never asked, never would talk about it until, or if, Error brought it up. He wanted to respect his privacy, after all.

But now that he thought about it, the scarf had been coming off around him lately. It had started off small. It started with it being up to his mouth, almost as if a way to hide or be smaller than he was. That was how it was for a while. Then one morning, it was down just a bit, just under his mouth. And as the days passed and the two talked more and became friends, the scarf would be lower and lower. Down to the chin in Math. Under the chin the next day. Around his neck a week later in English class.

It was almost like earning his trust. He had earned Error’s trust, which meant that he got to see the skeleton behind the scarf. The true, unshielded one.

It was…kind of nice, to be honest.

Ink blinked, coming back to himself and realizing that Error had mumbled something.

“Sorry, what?”

Error looked back at him and sighed a little before speaking up just enough so that Ink could hear. “I said, can I…walk with you?” His arms went in front of him. Ink guessed that it was a temporary shield in place of the scarf.

He was prepared to be rejected and just walk back to his room.

Well, Ink couldn’t have that, now could he?

“Of course!” The smile on his face widened and he started down the stairs with lighter steps. It was always nice when friends offered to walk you home or something of the sort. The walk was less lonely, even if you never spoke a word.

It’s just how it was.

They talked in the small time it took to get from Error’s house to Ink’s. Well, that wasn’t really true. Ink did most of the talking, which ended up being mostly complaints about homework and school and also talk about his works in progresses. Error just listened quietly, humming or nodding in certain spots. He would like to think that Ink could talk about nothing at all and Error would listen. It just seemed to be the way he was.

Their friendship was a good one. Maybe there were a few unbalances here and there, but overall, it was good and healthy and, most importantly, mutual. It benefited both of them in different ways. Ink had someone who would listen without interrupting, who cared about his interest and how he felt, even though he didn’t have a soul and relied on substitutes. Error had someone who didn’t pressure him into a conversation, who gave him and respected his personal space and asked before touching his things and body. It was like a missing piece just fell into place, so perfect, it felt like it hadn’t been missing at all.

That said, there were some hurdles.

Like how Ink was soulless. There was always that thought, loud or quiet, one that questioned whether the love he felt towards his friends and family was real. Or if he was just deluding himself and everyone around him into thinking that they were. This thought had always been there, since before Dream and Blue, before Error, before anyone he was with now—what if it was all fake?

It was kind of silly. The substitutes he took acted as a soul. It supplied him his soul magic, the working parts of his body and the emotion spectrum. He may not feel things as intensely as others and may be lacking a feeling in a certain way, but that didn’t mean they weren’t real. They’re substitutes for a reason, after all.

…Ah! They’ve arrived at his house.

Ink blinked, stopping on the first step and turning back to Error. “So…” he said, finding himself unable to think of what else to say. He shifted awkwardly and cleared his throat. “I’ll see you next Friday?” He tried to think back on what else was going on in school. “We have some sort of project to do or test to study for, right?”

Error nodded. “Yeah, I think so.” He fell silent too, but didn’t leave like Ink had expected. He lingered, clearly thinking about something with the way his arms slightly glitched around. He didn’t say anything, though.

“Anything else?” Ink asked, trying to prompt him.

The blush, which had died down as they walked over here, brightened again. “Um…yeah, actually.” Error straightened and fiddled with his sleeve. “Do you remember the lesson we had…I think it was a month ago? In Health?”

Ink rocked on his heels as he thought. It was times like these that he cursed his memory. A month ago…a month ago…he didn’t really remember a lot of the lessons from a month ago. But the ones that he did… “Do you mean the one about the different types of intimacy? I only recall that it was about intimacy, nothing specific.”

“Yeah…yeah, that’s the one.”

“Okay…why is it important?” Curious. Error rarely asked him if he could remember a lesson from as long as a month ago. He knew how bad Ink’s memory was, so why did he ask? And why now, of all times?

“I, uh…w-well…” Error stuttered. Error didn’t normally stutter. It was only when he glitched really badly and was on the verge of crashing that he stuttered, or lagged, as he liked to call it. Normally, though, he spoke fine, if quiet and almost echoey.

Speaking of glitches…the ones on his arms had quickened up a little. Not enough to be too worrying yet, but definitely something to watch over.

Frowning, Ink was just about to bring that to attention when Error spoke again, voice clearer. “Just…can you…raise your hand?” He slowly brought up a hand with the inside facing Ink, like he was to high-five someone. “Like this?”

Ink eyed him suspiciously.

One of the first things he had learned about Error was that the other had haphephobia. He couldn’t stand people touching him, as it usually caused a flurry of glitches in the touched spot, and sometimes it was so bad that the minute someone touched him, he crashed. Those days were few, but they have happened. Ink had been lucky that it hasn’t happened since meeting Error. But this fact he had taken in and committed to memory, determined to not trigger his friend like that.

He would hate himself, if he did.

But now Error was asking him to raise his hand? For what? He couldn’t see them high-fiving. It would be too painful for Error and frankly a bit of a reach for Ink (he hated being short like that). And because it would be painful, he couldn’t see why he had to raise his hand.

But he was curious.

Curiosity usually made his answers for him.

Just as slowly as Error did, Ink raised his hand, mirroring the one in front of him.

Error inhaled and…

Ink’s mind froze.

He could barely focus on Error stepping closer as excitement and happiness began to take over. The urge to squeal was overwhelming, but he reigned himself in as he knew that wouldn’t help Error at all. It would probably just make him run away and never come near Ink again. And he didn’t want that. So, he forced himself to stay still and stay quiet, eyes focused on the hand that started to come closer and closer to his.

He could see the black bones begin to glitch a ton and felt a spark of worry—despite what might just happen, he didn’t want Error to hurt himself. He would never want him to—he should speak up now. He should tell Error to stop and calm down.

They didn’t have to do it like this.

They didn’t even have to touch at all!

They didn’t…have to…

It was…warm.

Fuzzy.

The hands contrasted starkly and they would be stunning in a painting. The white of Inks and the black of Errors. They were different, but they looked so well together.

This…This had to be a dream.

But it wasn’t. There was a light touch to his bones, just enough to know that the hand against his was, in fact, against his and trembling ever so slightly and actually existed in the world and not just his imagination. Somehow, this made it even more surreal. He knew it was real…but he just couldn’t believe it.

If this was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up.

Despite his promise to stay still, Ink shakily inhaled.

And just like that, the spell was broken.

Error retracted his hand and walked away quickly. Ink was slow to realize what was happening and so by the time his hand was up and the name of his tongue, his friend was already gone. He stood there with his arm outstretched, gazing at the house next door blankly.

He slowly looked down at his hand.

It still tingled.

Gently wrapping his other hand around it, not daring to actually touch, he brought the hands closer to his chest, right over where his soul would be.

It felt like something should be beating wildly in there.

It felt like some new emotion had been lodged in his substitutes.

And somehow, it felt like that contact, the light touch of hands, was far more intimate than a kiss had ever and would ever be.

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The Nein, The Sapphire and The Ruby

The tower of the Xhorhaus echoed with the sounds of laughing and splashing. At the base of the tower the Mighty Nein relaxed in their hot tub, after their long stint in the frozen north, they relished the warmth.

Beau, Caleb, Jester, Fjord and Yasha all soaked in heat, the water up to their chests. Veth sat on the steps into the hot tub, the water only up to her hips. Caduceus walked around the others, his pants rolled up to his knees while he served them sandwiches and tea. Beau was laughing loudly, as Fjord regaled them all with a story when Caleb suddenly sat bolt upright.

"Everyone shut up!" He said, then stared off into space. The rest of the Nein recognized the look of someone receiving a magical message. The voice of Yussa, their Archmage friend from Nicodranas filled Caleb's head.

"Mister Widogast, your party's presence is urgently required. Madame Lavoure requires your assistance at the Chateau. Awaiting your arrival at Tide Peak Tower. Arrive ready."

Caleb's eyes widened, he snapped his fingers at the others, and rose from the water as he responded to the sending.

"We will teleport directly to the Chateau." He didn't bother to count his words or to add more than that.

The rest of the Nein were already rising to their feet and exiting the hot tub, though at Caleb’s words they froze and multiple eyes flicked to Jester.

"Your mother is in danger." Caleb said to her, then to the rest, "Grab your things and meet me in the entrance way."

Fjord and Veth immediately dashed up the stairs to their rooms to grab their things. Caduceus set down the tea things and followed at a slower but still brisk pace. Yasha’s sword was never far from her, even when she was relaxing, but she still hurried to her room to grab her armor. Beau watched the frozen Jester for a moment before putting on a burst of speed with a shout that she would grab Jester’s armor and weapons from their room.

The shout startled Jester into motion. She threw her clothes on as she wove her hands in the air, pink sigils following her fingers as she wove the spell for her own sending.

"Momma? Are you ok? Are you in danger?" For once she didn't try to fill the word count. She waited desperately for a few seconds before looking in a panic to Caleb who was throwing on his own clothes, fortunately he carried his spell books with him always. "She's not responding!"

Jester grabbed her symbol to the Traveler and began weaving another spell. Caleb finished putting on his jacket in time to watch her finish the spell. For a second he thought she was trying to send another message, but this spell was longer, more intense than a simple sending spell. He gasped in horror as she blinked out of existence right before his eyes.

“Nein! Jester!” He shouted, far too late, then dashed into the entrance hall and shouted into the rest of the house. “Jester cast Sanctuary! We need to go! Now!”

He watched as Beau jumped on one foot trying to put her other boot on, her other hand full of Jester’s weapons and armor. Fjord and Yasha were working to buckle their armor in place. They were taking too long. Jester was there now! By herself, facing who only knew what. Caleb squeezed the clay turtle in his hands for a moment, before making a snap decision.

Caleb gave the turtle another squeeze, then felt the jerk in his stomach as the Xhorhaus disappeared from view, a second later to be replaced with the dining room of the Lavish Chateau, and utter chaos. The tables were flipped and chairs strewn around the room. The servants were screaming and running there was a small fire burning in one corner. He took all of this in with a glance as he looked for any foes, when a scream dragged his attention up the stairs.

“Bluud!!” Jester screamed. Her Sanctuary was her bedroom upstairs, right next to where the Ruby lived.

Caleb didn’t hesitate, casting Fly on himself and immediately soaring up to upper floor where the scream had come from. If the lower floor had been chaotic, then he wasn’t sure he had an appropriate word to describe what was happening here. The landing was packed to the rails with armed and masked men, each carried short swords or bows. Some were already laying wounded or dying on the ground.

Bluud, Marian’s minotaur body guard roared in pain, more than a dozen slash marks covered his hide, while as many arrows stuck out from his body. He had a small stack of bodies around him, but was quickly being overwhelmed.

Floating in the air above him was Jester’s spectral lollipop. This one was jagged and serrated and already coated in gore. Caleb took only a moment to spot Jester. She grabbed one of the men’s face and screamed at him, inflicting wounds. The man’s blood vessels in his neck and chest burst open then blackened and shriveled from the necrotic energy.

Her scream sharpened in pain and rage as one of the sellswords slashed her. She tried to block the attack, but without her shield or armor, it carved across her arm. Frost and ice coalesced across her body before rocketing off and burying themselves in her assailant. He fell with a gurgle, but immediately another man was in his place.

Caleb quickly ran through his spell repertoire. Most of his go-to offensive spells, polymorph, fireball, or wall of fire were too dangerous in the close quarters. Especially with Jester and Bluud in the fray. Instead he waved one hand over the other and multiple scorching rays flew from his hand blasting into the armed men. He specifically targeted those closest to Jester and Bluud to try and give them some breathing room.

Before the smoke had even cleared the air was filled with hamster unicorns, as Jester cast Spiritual Guardians. The unicorns had sharp teeth and massive claws as they began tearing into the surrounding men. Her lollipop bashed into another sending him flying over the rail to the lobby below.

Caleb barely noticed an arrow fired in his direction and cast shield on reflex. The arrow bounced off the armor and he unleashed another wave of scorching rays. As the cinders of men fell to the ground, he struggled to overcome the memories that tried to flood his mind. He knew he was falling, when suddenly the screaming in his head was drowned out by a scream from the door behind Bluud.

"Momma!" Jester screamed.

Jester’s scream tore through Caleb's mind, bringing the world back to a laser focus. Jester dashed past Bluud, tapping him on the shoulder, green energy closing some of his wounds. Caleb landed right behind her and flung some iron filings into the air and the minotaur suddenly towered over the few remaining men even more. Caleb pushed into Marion's room as Bluud roared, then froze bumping into Jester.

"Take another step and the Ruby dies!"

Marion Lavorre stood in the center of the room, her eyes wide with fear. Behind her stood a man, better dressed than any of the others, with a knife held to her throat. He was clearly the leader, if anyone knew who had hired them to attack the Chateau it would be him.

Caleb mentally ran through his spell list again. Magic missile would be able to avoid hitting Jester’s mother, but disintegrate would ensure this scum died and never threatened Marion again.

"We're just here for the blue tiefling." The man snarled. "Surrender and no one else needs to get hurt."

Jester stiffened. Caleb stepped up behind her, trying to reassure her with his presence. This wasn't her fault he wanted to say, but this wasn't the time. He didn't let his eyes leave the man using her mother as a shield.

A single drop of blood, dripped down Marion’s scarlet skin from the knife at her throat. Jester bared her fangs in rage, but before she could do anything Marion growled in what Caleb recognized as Infernal. The man was suddenly engulfed in crimson flames, he fell back shouting and patting at the flames.

Jester raised her hand immediately and a bell sounded, a deep resonate clang, and blood poured out of his ears and eyes. Before he could recover Caleb pulled a cricket from his pocket and waved it in the air and the man collapsed to the ground snoring.

Marion slumped to the ground away from the man, a sob rocking her form. Jester flew to her side, wrapping her in her arms.

"Its ok momma. Its ok. Your Jester is here." Jester whispered softly into her mother's red hair.

Caleb pulled some string from his pocket and tied the sleeping man's wrists, then quickly cleared the rest of the Ruby's apartment. When he was sure there were no more threats within her quarters he jerked the front door open fire whirling at his fingertips. However it appeared the giant sized Bluud had taken care of the rest of the assailants.

Before too long the rest of the Nein arrived. Caduceus had used his sanctuary spell to bring the rest of them to the lighthouse. Beau got there first, putting on a quite frankly inhuman display of speed as she raced to the Chateau. The rest weren't far behind her.

With the Nein around them and Jester’s mother in her arms Caleb breathed out for what felt like the first time since he had received Yussa's message.

* * *

With the full power of the Mighty Nein gathered together, the first priority was ensuring Marion’s safety. She was escorted by the Nein to Tide Peak Tower. All of them had their weapons drawn and ready, spells sparking at their finger tips. When she and Bluud were safe in the tower a few things immediately became apparent.

First off, it was obvious that the local Zhelezo had been paid off or distracted so that no one would respond to the attack at the Chateau. They encountered no guards as they walked her to Yussa’s tower, and the wizard himself had to message the local division into investigating the attack and protecting the staff of the Chateau.

Secondly they found that Yeza and Luc had been visiting with Marion when the attack had started. Marion had snuck the two of them down a servant’s stair and told them to run to the Open Quay, after all of Jester’s stories she knew Yussa was an ally. He was able to protect the two halflings and message Caleb. He then sealed his tower and prepared for further assault just in case.

Finally, who ever had orchestrated this was filthy rich. The amount of money it would cost to pay off that many guards, to start fires around the city to draw even more of their attention, and to pay for the sellswords to attack a well known establishment in the middle of the day, was more than the Nein had seen in all their days of adventuring.

Eventually they had Marion safe in the tower. Bluud, after a significant healing from Caduceus, insisted on staying by her side while she rested from her ordeal. Caleb had, at Jester’s insistence cast his own magical mansion, so she was double protected by magical barriers and could rest comfortably in Jester’s bedroom. Yeza and Luc stayed in Caleb’s tower as well. Partially to be near Marion if she needed any assistance. Partially to keep Luc out of the way for what would come after.

* * *

The mercenary captain woke up, bound to a chair, and surrounded by grim faces. Yasha gently rested Skin Gorger against his shoulder. Fjord had the Star Razer against his other side. Small flesh eating beetles crawled all over him from Caduceus’ staff and Veth kept her cross bow aimed at him the whole time. Beau cracked her knuckles and Caleb allowed fire to dance across his fingers. As the mercenary awoke, the room quickly filled with the stench of fear and urine.

“Let me make our position very clear.” Caleb said stepping forward now that he was awake. “You have attacked someone who is very dear to us. In doing so you have committed an unspeakable mistake.”

Beau stepped up next. “We have a lot of different ways to make you talk. Truth spells, my Cobalt knuckles. Pain. We’ve got a lot of pain we can bring against you. So how about you spare us all of that, and just tell us. Who paid you?”

The man was sweating, his eyes wide. Yet still he clamped his jaw shut. Beau shrugged.

“Have it your way.” She cocked her fist back, but froze as a blue hand hand fell onto her shoulder. She stepped back as Jester stepped forward.

Unlike the stern looks on the face of the rest of them, Jester wore a bright smile. If Caleb didn’t know her, he would say she was completely at ease. However he could see the cold fury, raging in her eyes underneath her mask. The man pulled back as she stepped up to him, unnerved by his quarry smiling at him like that.

“You hurt my momma.” Jester said. Her voice was soft as she dragged a finger along his chin. Green magic healed his wounds, and he took a deep breath, even more surprised. “I don’t like it when people hurt my momma.”

Jester dug her nails into the man’s chest and the veins around her fingers blackened and burst, and the skin withered and died. He screamed in pain, Jester’s smile never left her face, now looking more demented then truly joyful.

“Lord Sharpe!” The man gasped out, agony heavy on his words. “We were paid by Lord Sharpe.”

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