#beedle x oc

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Beedle and Boug

There he stood, shaky hands clutching onto a good sum of rupees as for a bundle of bananas. But now that he was here, it all felt too real. Was Beedle really second guessing himself now? Now that he had found the frog statue? All he'd have to do would be to just drop his offerings in the stone bowl and he'd be done with it. But was it really worth it? He swallowed hard, closing his eyes to think of the prick that had drove him here in the first place. And remembering his face sure helped make that decision easier.

Steeling himself, he finally let go of the payment and it didn't take long for a Yiga novice to reveal himself from a puff of smoke. Twirling one of their infamous sickles in his no doubt skilled hands, he bowed down with it behind his back and asked. “Who's the mark?” He wasted little time, but Beedle hesitated. “...Horace... About medium height, blonde... He should be on his way to Akkala.” The novice nodded. “Anything else I'd need to know?” Beedle dug into a pocket, producing a small pouch. “I'm... willing to pay extra, if you were to get me something from Horace's possession.” “What is it?” “A beetle.”

Silence.

“You serious?” The novice asked, professional demeanor and posture gone. “Dead serious.” Beedle confirmed, now firmer on his conviction. “Look, man, I get it, but-” “Listen! It's a Stagnox beetle!” “A WHAT? Aren't those from like three kingdoms over?” “They are!” Beedle said, barely able to contain his growing excitement. “Super rare. They don't come close to Hyrules green pastures!” “It's not even their breeding season!” “I know right? I'd give anything to see one, but that jerk wouldn't let me have a peek!” The novice let an indignant gasp, before he readied his weapon. “Yeah, no, okay, I'll get you that bug. That one's on me!” Beedle's eyes shimmered in awe, whispering a quiet “Thank you” as the novice stomped off to find his target.

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Echoes of Destiny: The Serpent and the Phoenix

PAIRING: Tom Riddle x F!Reader(OC)

SYNOPSIS: Harry, Ron, and Hermione are unexpectedly drawn into a mysterious journey when they receive Albus Dumbledore's last will and testament. Minister Rufus Scrimgeour presents them with significant bequests, including a scrapbook holding the secrets of Dumbledore's past. Through poignant confessions, they learn of Dumbledore's secret marriage to Gellert Grindelwald and the tragic fate of their daughter. Delving into the scrapbook, they uncover a surprising connection between Dumbledore's daughter and Tom Riddle. Dumbledore's final message reveals that his daughter, Genevieve Ariana Dumbledore-Grindelwald, is alive, propelling the trio into a quest to find her and untangle the mysteries of Dumbledore's past. As they embark on this journey, they realize the profound interconnection of their destinies with those of their predecessors, emphasizing the enduring power of love and loss even in the darkest of times.

WARNINGS: This passage contains elements of death, grief, and loss. Specifically, it mentions the tragic death of Dumbledore's daughter, as well as themes of war and the impact of past actions on loved ones.

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

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Chapter One

The Scrapbook

“To what do we owe the pleasure Minister?” Harry asks.

“I think we both know the answer to that question, Mr. Potter.” His voice is deep and sure as he speaks. Rufus Scrimgeour leads them to the living room and Harry, Hermione, and Ron sit down in front of him as he lays down a cloth wrap.

“And this is?...”Harry states with a confused look on his face. The Minister then pulls out a piece of paper before making it float in front of him so he can read it.

"Herein is said forth the last will and testament of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. First, to Ronald Billius Weasley, I leave my Deluminator. A device of my own making. In hope when things seem most dark it will show you the light."

"Dumbledore left this for me?" Ron says taking the small black item out of its cover.

"Yes," the Minister says. Ron looks at it in wonder.

"Really. What is it?" He asks and clicks it open. It takes the lights and when clicked back open it puts them back. "Super."

"To Hermione Jean Granger, I leave my copy of Tales of Beedle the Bard in the hope that she finds it entertaining and instructive," He says handing her a book. She looks at it confused.

"Mom used to tell me those. The wizard and the hopping pot, Babbity Rabbity and the Cackling Stump Come on. Babbity Rabbity... No?" Ron says as we all look at him confused.

"To Harry James Potter, I leave the snitch he caught in his first match at Hogwarts. As a reminder of rewards of perseverance and skill," He says and holds out the golden snitch. Harry looks a bit defeated as does the Minister.

"Is that it then?" Harry asks and the Minister shakes his head.

"Not quite. Dumbledore left you a second bequest: The sword of Godric Gryffindor. Unfortunately the sword of Gryffindor was not Dumbledore's to give away. As an important historical artifact it belongs.." He says.

"...to Harry. It belongs to Harry. It came to him when he most needed it in the Chamber of Secrets," Hermione cuts him up. The minister shakes his head.

"The sword may present itself to any worthy Gryffindor, Miss Granger but that does not make it that wizard's property," He says. "Unfortunately the current whereabouts of the sword are unknown."

"Excuse me?" Harry says. We both look at each other and he looks worried.

"The Sword is Missing. I don't know what you are up to, Mr. Potter but you can't fight this war on your own. He is too strong," The Minister says. Harry, Hermione, and Ron give each other a glance as the Minister stands up.

 “One last thing is left. To Harry James Potter, Hermione Jean Granger  and Ronald Billius Weasley, I leave this scrapbook, an artifact very dear to my heart, in hopes to give you an insight of not only my life but to help you with your next steps necessary towards victory.” Hermione moves forward to grab the elegant scrapbook, looking more like an album, with its intricate black cover and dark emerald green ribbon on the front. The three of them looked really confused. With that, the Minister left, not before saying,

“Best of luck Mr. Potter, you will need it.”

The trio, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, sit in a circle around the living room, still puzzled by the words of Dumbledore, the Minister, and the scrapbook they had received. Hermione carefully inspects the runes on the cover, her brow furrowed in concentration. She noticed that as she tried to open the book, there was a presence of magic around it. With a flick of her wand and a whispered incantation that effortlessly flowed from her mind, the invisible lock clicks open the book. The three all glance at each other with curiosity. They eagerly flip through the pages, revealing the surprising images within.

Harry peers over Hermione's shoulder, “What do you see, Hermione?”

Hermione gasps softly, “ It's... it's a baby. But... wait, something's changing.”

Ron interrupts, “Changing? What do you mean by changing?”Hermione turns the page, and they watch as the baby's features morph into those of a young girl. “She's... she's growing older right before our eyes.”

Ron exclaims, “That's... that's incredible!”

They continue to flip through the pages, each image revealing a different moment in time. Suddenly, they come across a picture of a much younger Albus Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling with mischief.Harry says, “That’s  Dumbledore…”

Hermione turns the page again, and they see a young Gellert Grindelwald standing beside Dumbledore, their faces alight with excitement, and happiness. “It's them... when they were friends…no, wait…Do you think they were more than just friends?”

Ron replies with furrowed eyebrows, “There’s no bloody way that they could’ve been together Mione. It’s a bit hard to believe, I mean, Grindelwald was an evil wizard.” The trio falls silent as they continue to explore the scrapbook, each lost in their own thoughts, revealing images of the girl with both Albus and Gellert. Then, Hermione gasps once more, her eyes widening in surprise, as she changes the page once more.

“Look at this!” Hermione exclaims to Harry and Ron. Harry and Ron lean in to see what has caught Hermione's attention. They see the teenage girl, dressed in Slytherin robes, dancing with a young Tom Riddle.

Harry says flabbergasted and angrily, “Tom Riddle? What's he doing here?”

Hermione replies, also in an extremely surprised state, still trying to process what was in front of her, “I'm not sure, but... it looks like they're... dancing?

Ron says, “Well…quite the surprise there huh?”

Harry replies coldly, “Yeah, to say the least.” They exchange puzzled glances before turning their attention back to the scrapbook, eager to uncover more secrets hidden within its pages.

Hermione turned a couple of more pages, each with more images of the lovely young couple, until writing appeared over the next blank page. The words that appeared in front of the trio were of Dumbledore. The three read his note:

I see you have received the scrapbook I left for you. The contents of this book have much you need to know about my past, my secrets, the loves and losses that shaped my life. I was not always the wise old wizard you see before you. There was a time when I was young, foolish, and in love. I was in love with Gellert Grindelwald. He was many things. He was also brilliant, charismatic, and enchanting. We shared a bond that transcended mere friendship. We even married in secret, during a time of great turmoil. But our love was not to last. We had a child conceived by a surrogate, and bore a daughter. She was our greatest joy and our deepest sorrow. She bore the weight of our mistakes and our regrets. She was a Slytherin. She was brilliant, ambitious, and fiercely loyal. But she was also troubled, haunted by the shadows of our past. It wasn’t until she fell in love with Tom Riddle, the boy who would become Voldemort, that she found her way to regain a part of her that was lost because of me and Gellert. Their romance was nothing that I would have anticipated. I couldn’t bear to see her with a boy as troubled as her, but they prevailed. I thought he would corrupt her. She died on May 13, 1943. A casualty of a war she never chose to fight. A victim of a destiny she could not escape. A casualty by my own hand. I have learned that love is both a gift and a burden. It has the power to lift us up to the highest heights and drag us down to the darkest depths. But in the end, it is what defines us, what binds us together, even in death.

Silence descends upon the room, broken only by the soft rustle of pages as the trio processes Dumbledore's revelations, leaving Harry, Ron, and Hermione to grapple with the weight of his confessions.

Ron spoke first, trying to relieve the tension, “Well, uhm…who would’ve thought that Dumbledore’s daughter would be the one to make Riddle’s heart go soft?”

Hermione whacked his arm with a paper repeatedly and yelled, “Oh Ronald Weasley! This is not the time for your stupid jokes, this is serious.”

Ron replied, trying to dodge her blows, “Bloody hell woman, that hurts!” 

Harry pondered on his thoughts as Hermione and Ron were arguing. There was no way that Tom Riddle could ever love someone, there was just no way. It was truly hard for Harry to believe that the Tom Riddle-Lord Voldemort-himself was ever in love, or had a heart. Harry spoke up and exclaimed exasperatedly, “I still don’t get it. How is any of this supposed to help us? I mean even if Riddle loved Dumbledore’s daughter, she’s dead. This was just a waste.”

Just as Harry had finished his sentence, the note disappeared, and more writing came up. Hermione moved towards the book and read the writing out loud:

My daughter, while she supposedly died…I have to mention that nothing is as true as it seems. I had to protect her, or so I thought. My actions, while they may seem extreme, were important to me years ago. Now that I realize that I may have been wrong…In fact…I had taken all necessary precautions…She is…alive. The images within this scrapbook are all clues that will help you find her. They all have meaning and are small parts to the larger puzzle. I had to make sure that this scrapbook was in the right hands. Best of luck Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Ms. Granger…I will leave you with your first direct clue…her name is…Genevieve Ariana Dumbledore-Grindelwald. 

Tom Riddle Masterlist

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WIP Files Ask Game

Tagged by @the-girl-with-the-algebra-book

RULES: post the names of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have WIPs.

we're just going with active and nonactive ones because i honestly don't have that many active wips at any given moment (the most was like mid-march where i had three)

all i ever wanted was a life in your shade (this is a dream smp fic where the end of the manberg vs pogtopia war goes slightly differently and there's two mcds)

time/dimension travel and its ramifications (a jack thompson/reader or oc fic)

mandis/beedle (@yellow-faerie and i's brain child which we work very sparsily but the outline will finally be complete next month because it's a legend of zelda fic)

trying (transported part two which is a mrime fic that i've spent too much time writing)

potc inspired marriage scene/bagginshield awe fic (i think that one's self explanatory)

fucking mehendi scene (peter parker x reader that i forgot i had in here because i had an urge to write about mehendi)

Star Wars AU (an anidala fic that was caused by a conversation in the guides verse server)

i'm down for asks about any of these!! especially because i have been going through a little bit of a writing slump after getting out like 18k in five weeks

tagging: @merisscatteredbooknook, @fangedprince, @yellow-faerie,

@blueberryrock, @beenovel, and anyone else who wants to do it!!

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𝒯𝑜 𝒮𝓊𝓅𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉 | 𝐵𝓊𝓎 𝓂𝑒 𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝑒

𝑅𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈 | 𝒜𝒪𝟥

𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼

The Arbitrary Lives of the Occupants of 221 B Baker Street

𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼

Don’t Go Breaking My Heart (Sherlock x Reader) 

Filling the Empty Space (Sherlock x Reader)

Something You Taught Me (Sherlock x Reader) 

What the hell was that?! (Sherlock x Reader)

Too Good to be True (Sherlock x Reader)

Love Story (Sherlock x Reader)

All of You (Sherlock x Reader)

Stressed Out (Sherlock x Reader)

𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼

The Symphony of You (11 x Reader)

Rocks and Rinthonians (11 x Reader)

𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼

Treasure Deep within the Mountain (Elrond Peredhel x Reader)

𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼

The Tales Beedle the Bard Wished He Could Tell (Ominis Gaunt x Reader)

𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼

Come Home (Ominis Gaunt x Reader)

𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼

Til We Meet Again (College!Matt x Reader) | Part Two 

𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼

A Sinner’s Redemption (Joel Miller x platonic teen!oc)

Young and Tragic (But We Don’t Have to Be) | (Anthony Lockwood x OC) or (Anthony Lockwood x Reader)

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Pure Blood 40 (Sirius Black x F!Oc)

Warnings: Babies <3

Words: 2,644

Masterlist

Chapter 39 / Chapter 41

"Do you think he can hear us?" Sirius asks me, kneeling next to the couch. He puts a hand on my belly.

“Maybe," I lift my shirt a little.

"Hi baby,” He whispers with his lips close to my skin, tickling me. "I want to meet you.”

"We want,” I correct him.

"We want to meet you, and to know what name we’re going to give you, because we’re panicking.”

I roll my eyes. Since we knew it would be a boy we have put three options on the table. No matter how many times we vote, we can never decide, so Sirius thinks we’ll know when he's born.

“Your mother doesn't want to call you Perseus. I say it’d be nice, I could call you both Percy.”

“And I say that he’s going to confuse us. I like Leo.”

"We're going to win,” He whispers again, this time he receives an answer, the baby kicks where Sirius' hand is. "Ha! He is on my side!”

I laugh when I see his big smile, I put my hand on his.

"Did you ever imagine yourself in this place, Sirius?"

"With you or in general?"

“Both," He observes me.

“I never thought I was the type to get married and have children. When I met James and he told me what he longed for the most, I was sure that I would not go through the same thing. I'd be the funny uncle, but,” He grimaces.

"What?"

“You'll call me corny, but, before you know, being together, I could imagine it. You and me together with our little family. You were always the reason I would yearn for more,” He smiles.

"You're corny" I say with a hoarse voice making him laugh. He kisses my forehead and then returns to my belly.

"Don't worry, little Percy. Your mom doesn't cry easily, it's the hormones. She's fine,” Another kick. "And you shouldn't worry either, your name will be Perseus, maybe we’ll call your brother Leo.”

"Brother?" I interrupt him.

"Oh, come on. Being an only child must be boring. James always says so, we must give him a brother or sister…”

"And you’ll carry it in your womb for nine months this time?" I raise my eyebrow.

"Hey! You know that if I could, I would. I've been a great help, love.”

In that I cannot complain, Sirius has been very attentive in all my whims during pregnancy.

“We'll talk about a brother later, first we make sure this one comes out alright.”

“I take it as a yes. I'll remind you how fun it is to make one,” He winks at me.

I laugh out loud.

"I don't need to remember.”

***

August 18, 1980

"He has Sirius's eyes," says James smiling. In his arms he has little Perseus. "If I didn't have a son, I could say he's the prettiest baby I've ever seen," He jokes

"You can say it, neither Harry nor Lily are here,” says Sirius sitting next to me.

"I can't betray my son, Padfoot,” He looks back at the baby, who’s also watching him closely. "I already have the perfect nickname for him: Paddie."

"Oh no," I complain.

They both laugh.

“I’m very proud of both. They’ll be the second best family,” He tells us. The baby begins to move in his arms.

"Percy doesn't agree with that," Sirius says taking it carefully. When he sits back down, the baby is still uncomfortable. "I think he wants his mother…”

I hold him against my chest and he finally relaxes.

"I hope I don't have to fight for your attention like I did with Atlas when we first met."

"Sirius, he’s your son.”

"With all the more reason I say it,” He jokes and kisses my forehead. I shake my head.

"Anyway, tell James," I remind him.

"Oh yeah!" He look at his friend with a huge smile. "Persephone and I wanted to ask you and Lily if you would like to be his godparents?”

"What!?"

"Why are you so surprised?" I ask him.

"I thought you would ask Remus!”

"No, he’ll be for the next one,” says Sirius. I hit his leg.

"Stop saying we'll have another one!”

“So what do you say, Prongs? We’re Harry's godparents. Sounds like a good deal?”

“But it won't bother Remus? He has done more than I have for you…”

"We already talked to him, we made another deal,” I laugh, accommodating the baby. “We made a small arrangement to the name of Perseus.”

Sirius smiles.

“Perseus John Black-Singh. Sounds great, don't you think?" He says proudly.

James looks at us in surprise.

“Now I’m jealous. For your second son I want him to have a James somewhere,” He points out.

"Your son already has a James,” I frown. "No wait— Stop saying that we’ll have another child!"

“It’s a deal, James.”

"Sirius!"

***

"He's so small," Sirius whispers.

"And delicate…”

"I'm not going to drop it, Percy,” He frowns. "I won't drop Percy, Percy.”

"I told you it’d be complicated.”

“I'll have to think of new nicknames."

“Yes, of course…”

The baby squirms in his daddy's arms and babbles, leaving a trail of drool. We both laugh. His gray eyes watch us with fascination.

“I can't believe this little one is ours. I can't wait to teach him magic, or to play Quidditch…”

"You didn't even play at school!”

"But if he wants, we can try.”

“Fair enough. Come on, it's time to sleep,” The three of us went into the baby's room.

"Can I stay to hear the story?" Sirius asks smiling.

"Sure.”

I take out one of the books that Remus gave Percy. Sirius sits in the recliner and I sit in another. The baby squeals with happiness when he recognizes the colors in the book: The Tales of Beedle the Bard.

“Someone's excited…”

I start to read a story, but I don't get very far. I look up and they’re both sound asleep. Percy has his head resting on Sirius's chest and they both have their mouths open. I laugh at the tender image.

I spend a few minutes looking at them, analyzing the resemblance. Perseus has Sirius's eyes, his lips, and I'm afraid to say the same personality. When he smiles, it's like seeing my best friend again when we were little. I can't help but think that I would do anything to see that smile on both of them always.

Although our baby looks a lot like Sirius, he also has a lot of me. And what excites me the most is that he’s a mama’s boy. Every morning when I go for him, he welcomes me with a joy so pure that it melts my heart.

I put the book on the shelf and slowly pick up the baby to put it in his crib.

"My baby," Sirius babbles at the movement, sighs and stretches his body. After making sure that Percy won't wake up again, I go back to the other boy and stroke his hair. He rests his forehead on my stomach and wraps his arms around my waist. "It was a good story.”

“It fulfilled his objective. Come on, it's also time for you to sleep,” I take his hand and guide him to our room.

After doing the whole routine, we both go to bed. I hug Sirius around his waist and hide my face against his neck.

"I've never felt so tired in all my life,” I laugh.

Since Percy was born, every night I feel all the hard work that is taking care of a baby.

“Same," He whispers.

Sirius stirred and now he's the one hiding his face on my neck, but he decides to leave little kisses on it. I chuckle.

"You don't seem very tired, darling."

"I left a little energy for my girl…”

"Well, your girl doesn't have any energy and tomorrow we have to go to Remus's house early.”

Sirius growls.

“What if we just leave Percy with him? You and I could have the apartment to ourselves and have a lot of fun…” He says kissing my cheek and then reaching my lips.

"It sounds quite tempting though," I gasp as his hand goes up my shirt. "We can’t, Sirius.”

“We can, you just have to—”

A cry interrupts him. I laugh when he growls again.

"Just what, Sirius?"

"Forget it. I lost it,” I laugh out loud. “Oh, don't get ahead of yourself, precious. I'm not done with you.”

"Good luck waking me up, darling."

He knows this battle is lost. When I fall asleep, it’s very difficult for him to wake me up in a good mood and he knows it.

"Now, now, Perseus. Dad is on his way,” He announces himself, leaving the room.

***

"One, twins, four..." I point to each baby sitting on the blanket on the grass. I frown. "Hey! Mine is missing, Sirius! "

“I don’t have him," He says, going out into the garden.

"Where is Perseus?"

"I thought they were all here!”

"Except for him,” I get up looking everywhere.

"We found the little runaway,” says Remus laughing with the baby in his arms. I feel my soul return to my body. "I almost saw him running towards the gate," He reports, handing it to me.

"You mustn’t go alone, Perseus!” I scold him. He stops laughing and then pouts.

"Mum?"

"Your mother is right. Next time, take Harry too,” says Sirius and I hit him on the arm.

"I can't handle two children at the same time," I complain, taking my son with the others.

"Harry, no!" screams Lily lifting her son off the ground where there are several plants.

"Oh, our little ones are already showing signs of being geniuses of mischief," says James putting a hand on his chest.

"Aunti, Phoney. Your baby is naughty,”Atlas informs me.

“I already noticed. Could you keep an eye on him? He’s still very small and can hurt himself.”

“Okay," Atlas nods and sits next to Perseus and then takes his small hand. I laugh at his actions.

"It's time to eat," says Apollo. "Atlas, go clean yourself.”

"But I must take care of Perseus!”

I look up at my brother.

"He's being a good cousin,” He smiles at me.

"Your aunt must also go home,” Atlas nods and obeys his father. I take the baby, but Apollo takes it from me.

"Hey!" I complain.

“You took my son from me when he was born. Now we are even.”

"Apo!" Percy laughs.

I roll my eyes.

"It's good you have two more,” I tease taking who I think is Hades, who at first freaks out, but when he sees me he smiles. I kissed his plump cheek.

“Phoney!" says his brother not far from us.

"But it isn’t easy, being the favorite aunt, huh?" Apollo scoffs, walking away with my son.

I frown and watch the two children trying to get my attention.

"Oh no,” I say when I see little Harry wanting to follow the other two. He squirms in his mother's arms trying to get down.

"No, honey, it's time to eat," says Lily.

"It's baby chaos!" I pout.

"I got you,” says Remus taking Hercules in his arms. I get up with Hades. “And then you tell me that I should have one— I can't imagine another baby right now!”

After the delicious meal, we all sat in the living room. The twins are asleep in his room, while Atlas, Harry and Perseus still have a lot of energy. The older one is explaining to the other two how they can make a tower out of their favorite blocks. Thanks to Merlin, Atlas is willing to share with his cousins.

"It's amazing how much Perseus looks like you,” says Apollo looking at me. "It's a copy.”

"I see more of Sirius in him,” I add laughing.

"You have to admit that Perseus makes the same face as you when something doesn't go as planned," says Jane.

"Oh yeah!" Remus points out. “When I picked him up he wrinkled his nose and, oh, merlin! It's the same!”

"I don't think that’s funny," I complain.

"Harry, no!” James says when his baby throws one of the blocks.

"He doesn't like that color either," Atlas reports smiling.

Percy and Harry laugh and they both take other blocks and throw them.

"I don't want to imagine what they'll be like when they grow up," says Lily, taking another block from Harry.

"Geniuses, I already said it," repeats James.

"It's good to see so many happy babies," says Apollo. "It's been a long time since I saw a big and happy family,” We both share a look. "I remember the mansion, full of laughter…”

"Although it was easier back then, I didn't have to pick up the mess!” I add making him laugh.

Apollo looks at his wife and then at the others.

“Believe it or not, when we were little, Singh Manor was child chaos. Isis and Balder were the ones who always broke things, Persephone would run after them imitating each evil and creating more disaster, I’d chased her so that at least she wouldn't get hurt, while Juno scold us all…”

"Even Dad was an accomplice on some occasions," I add, sighing. "I miss that."

I feel Sirius's hand on mine.

"The memories will stay with you,” says Jane. "We know that your families weren't easy at all, but those that you’re forming now will not suffer the same.”

“Whatever happens,” Apollo continues, “you can count on us, guys. You won’t be alone, and if necessary, we will take care of your children."

I lean back in my chair with a sigh.

"Mom?," says Percy, interrupting the silence. He moves a little to look for me.

"Here I am, baby," He sees me and smiles, then continues playing.

"It always happens," Sirius jokes. "Every time he loses sight of her when we're inside, he looks for her everywhere."

“Awww," They all say at the same time.

"Yes, very cute, but sometimes he starts crying very hard,” I add.

“Mommy’s little boy without a doubt,” We all look at the babies, oblivious to all the evil and chaos in the world.

I wish this could stay that way forever.

***

"I don't understand what's wrong," I complain trying to lull Perseus who hasn't stopped crying. "Sirius, I’ve tried everything!” I say about to cry myself.

"I don't know what he has either," He answers overwhelmed. “Maybe he's scared by the Halloween decorations. In the morning walk he was calm, maybe he saw something that scared him…”

"I don’t know. I'll call Jenna, maybe she can help…”

I hand over the baby and go to the phone, but it rings first.

"Hello?"

"Please tell me you have something to control colic for Harry?”

"What?" I say trying to listen to Lily between Percy's cries.

“I don't know who else to ask! Harry has been uncomfortable all day…” She says in distress.

"Percy too, he hasn't stopped crying, I was about to talk to Jenna—”

"When you have an answer, please ask her what I can give Harry?”

"Sure, don't worry. I’ll stop by your house later…”

“Thanks."

I hang up the phone, I decide it's better to go straight to the hospital with Jenna. If she has any medicine, I'll give it to Lily.

I tell Sirius my plan and get ready to go out, I don't want the two babies to suffer more from whatever is happening to them.

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The Assistant: (Theseus X OC) Epilogue (Finale): Nostoi

Words: 5562

Chapter Theme: The Shores of Scotland by Max Richter : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DgAQtr8g_mA

Theseus waited behind Ms. Nishimori because he couldn’t see a blooming thing because of the thick shroud of foggy mist.

“The sky was completely clear until now...” Theseus exclaimed, “where did the fog came all of a sudden?”

“Sore wa Kiri ja nai—It is not fog” Ms Nishimori had already advanced few steps, her silhouette hazed and edges softened as she entered the whiteout, “they are watering the trees.”

Theseus stopped for several seconds, watering the trees? He couldn’t believe that such massive amount of mist which only appears in the dawn of deep winter can appear thus by watering the trees. Either the trees were inhumanly massive or the waterbearers were airy sylphs floating around and throwing miniscule droplets of water—but all that seemed possible in the Beedle the Bard’s stories, not in real life.

“You don’t believe me do you?” Someone spoke from his behind.

Theseus swiftly turned at his back, and saw Ume Nishimori standing on a rock with her hand extended towards Theseus, and as their hand joined, with a crack they vanished from the edge of the misty veil near the moonbridge.

When Theseus’ vision adjusted with the views, he found himself standing under the endless canopy. He could not comprehend where Ume Nishimori disappeared, and even after several called, no one answered. Confused with this unexpected abandonment, he nervously where he was. And like the streak of sunlight peaking from the mask of cloud, a strange melody entered through the labyrinth of the leaves.

He had no choice but to listen to the strange song the reverberated through the forest around him. A strange mist felt against his skin and for the first time he felt warm and comfortable. His heart relaxed as he looked around him from the ground to the heights of the ceiling of leaves; suddenly he felt stupid about his loss of direction—it was right there... straight ahead.

His pace lead him steadily towards the lighter section of that forest as he followed the direction of that strange tune. His eyes looked straight up towards the canopy as he saw a great silver blue bird glided over the forest singing that strange song that filled Theseus with surety and direction. At the the same time he felt that he wasn’t alone in that forest, someone or something was running past him with a strange invisibility that felt his heart with ease. He tried to look around to see them and he saw a strange creature. It looked like wolf but had none of it’s feral nature—it had glowing silver coat, beautiful turquoise eyes and many bellowing tails that left a trail of glowing mist as it almost floated alongside him. Theseus knew about that creature; it was the most famous and mysterious Japanese Nine-tailed-fox. It had been attempted to be captured and bred by foreign breeders for many centuries but none of them were successful. He looked at his other side and saw couple of more, each one with different eye colour. Their presence assured that he was never alone, never lost.

He had no idea why the beasts were trying to befriend him, he was unknown, he was a foreigner... he should fear them, as they should be wary about him. He was so mesmerised by them that he didn’t even realise that he was standing at the edge of the forest.

The scenery was something out of a fairytale. A brook flowed with roaring current like a flashing line of thunder through the brown arms of the surrounding mountain. The song of that great bird resonated through the valley and as if to enjoy the song, the endless lines of foreign flowers lolled their head. Pink and white petals blew with the gentle and warm wind like lost love letters from some unknown trees. In the world where everything slumbered in wintry covers, this Eden woke with the spirit of spring. Nature seemed to embrace the unknown man from the faraway land with open arms. Not even the first glimpse of the great forest of Hogwarts evoked such a passion in Theseus’ heart. He put aside his coat and sat on the pebbled shore of the brook...

For the first time, in a long time, he could see the heart and spirit of his brother; for the first time he understood the rush behind the life of wilderness—and it made him tremendously peaceful. However no matter how hard he tried he could not fit Maxine’s silk clad, diamond laden, sharp figure into the peaceful Eden. In his spirit of serenity, a mild tremor arose that compelled him to rethink about the woman who pulled him in this far eastern shore. Like an illusive dream, he felt she was slipping away once again. He felt tremendously jealous of Newt who saw her in wilderness—why else she would voluntarily choose such an obscure job! He tried to imagine Maxine’s face in the midst of those nine-tailed fox or that bird, nothing but haze appeared before him. He looked at the silvery mid-day sky, perhaps hoping that her face will appear there.

In the meanwhile, Ume Nishimori was already other side of the forest, upon the hill from where women watered the trees. With swift feet she entered her living quarters and sat herself down. She needed to make herself scarce lest she mars the union of two waiting people. The moment she saw Theseus, his mind was made clear to her like an open book—she was a skilled legillimens after all. However she did not want the straight-forward meeting, thus under her slightly bitten lip hid a plan of mischief.

“Who are in water-duty today?” she called an attendant, dressed in violet cotton yukata.

“Yoka-san, Ryoko-san, Mine-chan--”

“Tell them that they can take the day off...”

“But Nishimori-sensei, who would water the trees? It is still not spring yet, the trees will lose moisture--”

“I didn’t tell you not deprive the plant, I have just given them a day off. And as for your concern, Matsu-chan would be enough to handle the entire forest.”

“Hai...” the attendant left without another word. After she left, Ume Nishimori poured herself some tea, and through every sip, smiled a mysterious smile.

“Now then, Matsu-chan, let’s see how much you’ve learnt”

...

The moment the attendant reached in the inner sanctum of the living quarters, Maxine knew that either she was summoned for the water duty or for Nishimori-san. As soon as she heard about her duty, she bid the attendant goodbye and started to dress. She picked up a maroon pinstriped juban top and the black hakama pants to put on for today. It was quiet meditative, the process of Japanese dressing, or as she thought. Because a snippet of yesterday’s conversation with Ume-sensei was still plaguing her mind.

“what is going on Matsu-chan?” she asked softly leaning on the door panel as Maxine sat under the window, looking outside ponderously. She glanced slightly and stood up as soon as she heard her professor’s voice. She sat down obediently as Ume-sensei decided to take a seat beside her.

“What is going on Matsu-chan... ” Ume spoke with her meandering tone, “your thoughts are so loud and distracting today, I couldn’t concentrate on the firebirds at all! You know they are ovulating right?” seeing that Maxine didn’t respond at all, Ume turned her student towards her by the shoulder to take a proper look at herself, “look at you, all tensed up—no no, occlumency won’t work on me now—I have seen too many things.”

“Then tell me what should I do?” Maxine asked her sincerely, “my days are getting closer and I have said something irresponsible to someone I don’t know what to feel about—I have told Theseus that I will wait for him before I left.” she looked away from the penetrating gaze of her teacher “how I am supposed to face him--”

“You are having second thoughts about him?”

Maxine couldn’t answer. She silently lowered her face with shame and confusion.

“Any sane person would have told you that you shouldn’t have done it, or advised you to give it some time” Ume said reflectively “but what can I say,you have always been very hasty Matsu-chan. The moment you started Mahoutokoro, I have been watching you. You are hasty, attention seeking--“

“Attention seeking?”

“Yes, and irresponsible—and that it what also makes you insecure and do things that you feel oblidged to do but do not mean.”

“I am not a people pleaser, if that’s what you mean. I never were--”

“Oh yes you are... it’s your survival mechanism, otherwise how else you survived in that house of your family if you were not. Humans, no matter how we claim to be better than the animals, are the same as them. We fit ourself to adjust to our environment long enough for us to leave or change. And as for the dilemma of yours, it’s the same.”

“That seems a little extreme even for a legillimens for to figure out.”

“How would you justify your thoughts about him then? You fall for him but do not pursue him, you get cowardishly angry when he was with someone who was not you. And you found yourself a perfect situation to justify your departure from him, in conclusion you decided to return your poisonous roots—to Anatole.”

“Sensei, you know very well that I do not want to talk about it--”

“—you chase, you cheat but you never try to reach, because you cannot stand rejection. The child that feared exclusion have grown up to be a woman who is too insecure to take a ‘No’. And like a unsatified man with a virgin wife, you loiter around with thirst in your heart and grab the nearest whore who stands in your way”

“—please professor, I beg you to refrain from using that term. Newt was everything that I ever hoped for and he is not the ‘whore’ you are suggesting--”

“—and again that chase begins, that superiority complex kicks in and replacing his fiancee with the mistress begins. You know it, deep down in your heart that you never want to give in—you would rather have a whore than someone your equal. and the further I see, I feel that the man of you is the same also—coward, full of himself, reluctant to be rejected from the person he is mad for and thus he chooses convinience over passion.”

Maxine listened to her without interruption. Her face was low and reflective—never in her life has her entire character been stripped naked in front of her own self. She felt as if she was witnessing her own autopsy.

“—so you are saying that I should abandon him--”

“—no... no.” Ume shook her head irritably as if Maxine got the entire thing wrong, “I am so sick of you feeling afraid, I am sick of seeing you fearing that once more your heart would be broken... in fact I think that I think you’ll leave him the first chance you have--” she stood up on her feet, “when you are insecure you do not only hurt yourself but others as well. I suggest you to think it through like an adult.”

Why would she say something like that? why would Ume-sensei say something like that? She was well aware of her mind games, hell! It was from her she learnt the art of twisting words but this time, she felt everything was piercing through her skin. Does she not believe in her own student, or does she think that her student is not confident enough...

Maxine climbed the mountain with doubts and counter-doubts firing against her mind. She tied the bowstring against her longbow as her frown deepened. Her quiver full of glittering transparent looking arrows fell off her shoulder with her absence of mind—disaster! In Futen Sanctuary, when the rain is scarce and the grounds are dry, specially trained archers fire water-arrows from the highest peak of the mountain towards the forest. The arrow melts into mist and precipitation to moisten the soil. The archer needed to be exceptionally nimble and steady to fire the water-arrows, each of which in their solidified form packed the power of a raging flood that had the power even to erode a mountain. Those who studied Beast Trainership in Mahoutokoro under the governence of Yonomori Family are well aware of how hard it was to master the archery of waterarrows, and very few are as capable. A long time ago it was the art that showed Maxine the centre of peace in her mind when the world she knew fell apart.

The mental state of Maxine requires no explanation at this point; tension of firing the bow properly added into her jeopardised mind. She forcefully breathed in as she lowered her bow to fix her arrow. Her posture erect and fixated at the very top of the forest, the upper canopies fluttering into the gentle wind caused by the Song of the Forest guardian, the silver Heron bird—she warned the occupants of the forest to take cover as the archer is in position to fire the arrow.

Theseus sat on the bank of the brook, that strange songbird that he heard earlier floated like a great silvery-blue kite at the gray sky towards the mountain on the other side. Theseus’ eyes followed his gliding motion, until he saw her.

No, it was no mistake. Despite all the distance, the unfamiliar austere clothing, he knew whom he saw. It was the old familiar figure of Maxine, standing like some tall mast of a ship as her unseen long hair bellowed like some black standard behind her. Something glittering and long was rested upon the peculiar looking bow, and her figure stood still as the marble statue. Theseus rose slowly, without blinking an eye, he could see her drawing the bow taut and far, his heart throbbed like a boy and his whole body couldn’t contain the impulse to call her

Maxine...

WHOOSH

Her hand shook as she let go of her arrow, something which was forbidden on every account. The entire mountain valley resonated with her name, as if the entire forest was calling her. She knew that voice, for a moment she thought she hallucinated but when she looked at the other side, she saw the tall figure of Theseus, standing and looking at her way. When Maxine got into her senses, she had already fired her first arrow—it was going straight towards him.

Trouble.

The arrow followed it’s crooked passage towards Theseus’ heart and he stood there as if he has locked his eyes with the basilisk, he couldn’t even see Maxine’s figure on the rocks. The glinting point of the arrow grew closer and closer and suddenly he felt a pressure on his chest, as he toppled at his back towards the stony ground.

After several moment of darkness, Theseus’ eyes fluttered into the light. In the greenish chroma of the forest, he saw Maxine was leaning towards his face. After a few moment when he realised the close proximity of their distance, he uncomfortably wiggled himself up. However he wasn’t prepared for the next.

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?” Maxine thundered as landed a tight slap on Theseus’ cheek, “who stands in the middle of a forest and screams at someone who is about is fire an arrow--”

“It was just an arrow though—I would have stopped it with my wand--”

“Right... you would. Have you ever wondered why you are standing like a soaked imbecile?”

Theseus didn’t notice until now. Suddenly he looked around him: the soil the trees looked like they had been hit by a massive flood. He then looked at Maxine, completely soaked and dishavaled who  was pacing up and down with the great bow tied at her back

“Merlin’s beard, I could have killed you—and lord knows how much blood I have on my hand already”

“Maxine...” Theseus stopped her with a disapproving frown, as if he wasn’t really surprised with her self-guilty, only very concerned that she was still investing in it.

“Why are you here...?” Maxine asked with a tone of surprise, as if his presence didn’t register in her mind earlier.

“I came here...” Theseus stopped in his words, chewing and tasting it. “--to take you home.” Theseus asserted with his head held high and lack of confidence in his voice.

Maxine’s brows gathered in a frown, as if she couldn’t believe what he was saying. Her earlier contemplation starkly clashed with Theseus’ upright confession.

“is that because I asked you to wait for me?”

Theseus stopped for a while, his face reddened and hsi brows frowned as if she had said something offensive, “why does everything have to be about you... everything I do has to be about you isn’t it? How spoiled could you be—no, no, how dense could you be to understand that something does not happen because you ask people to tell so--” he said heatedly. And with natural phenomenon of contagious affect, it caught on Maxine too.

“Why are you being such a prick? I just asked a question—a mere question and you just going around like a--”

“It’s not fair!” Theseus screamed on the top of his lungs, “it’s not fair how you push into my boundaries making a complete fool out of me; it’s not fair how I try to be someone else and do things that I never did for anyone—do you know, I am scared to death to sea and I spend a FREAKING WEEK IN IT JUST SO--”

Maxine could not find the reason behind Theseus’ anger and irritation; as far as she knew him, he was one of the most patient person she had ever seen. Otherwise he wouldn’t have put up with her despite her track records of playing the trickster to get what she wants. He paced and fumed in the muddy soil of the forest as Maxine watched him with a stupefied expression.

“Just so?” she asked tentatively.

She could see a slight change of expression in his face, the frowns unknotting and the lines smoothing. His blue eyes looking straight towards her, “Maxine... I was annoyed and angry when you joined Newt without the ministry notice. I was jealous like a stupid child when I saw you dancing with my brother at Yule Party, I was hopeless when I saw you kissing him at the church—but I never realised what was the reason I felt those emotions towards you--” he came closer to her, speaking with his fullest sincerity, “can you forgive me?”

“No...” Maxine said firmly, “No... It is I who must ask forgiveness...” Maxine stepped two steps closer towards Theseus and grabbed him by the shoulders, “I had been so mean towards you—I had been so jealous when you started with Leta—I shouldn’t have done that. Furthermore, I hurt you the most when you needed me. You trusted me and I hurt you and that’s why all those emotions had been generating in your heart. Truth is, now I realise—I refused you in anger and I sought after Newt when my heart was hungry, I wasn’t in my rational self and I almost ruined three lives—of course I forgive you Theseus, but in return I ask for yours--”

“Tell me...” Theseus’s face darkened like a clouded midday sun, “are you still in love with Newt?”

“Yes, I am... ” Maxine looked upwards, “however there is no expectations in that. I went to him in a distraught mind—I am grateful to him because he looked inside my heart and knew what I was running away from. I caused him pain and his companionship showed me where I was supposed to be--”

“Where were you supposed to be?” Theseus asked with eagerness in his voice, in reply he got Maxine’s meaningful silence.Theseus used this pregnant pause and pulled out the emerald box out of his breast pocket and knelt on the muddy ground to put the ring in Maxine’s fingers. Maxine inspected the ring in the little light she got inside the forest and said with an amused annoyance.

“This is what you get for me, Roses and Filigree?” Maxine replied sarcastically.

“Look closer...” Theseus said with a mysterious smile.

As Maxine looked closer the outer layers of rose-gold melted away and vanished. Instead of the soft rose-gold design, a beautiful black gold baroque ring held a miniature crown; the crown was actually a scepter of a fiery opal that looked like a miniature sunset.

“For the dark and fiery soul—for the trickster and perfection of my life” Theseus said softly, admiring Maxine’s expression.

“So, Maxine Adrienne Odessa Valois--”

“I hate when you take my full name--”

“—stop interrupting me, you minx—“ Theseus rebuked her with a paradoxical smile, “so, Maxine Adrienne Odessa Valois, I would like to ask you, if you are willing to spend the rest of your life with me?” he asked with a deep voice.

Maxine paused for a bit. Her eyes glistened with moisture and her usual Devil’s Attorney crooked smile graced her wet lips, “are you, Mr Theseus Scamander willing to bear my wickedness for the rest of your life?”

“—you are suppose to answer in ‘yes’ or ‘no’” Theseus said with irritability, but his face said he felt otherwise.

“Trust me; it is a great responsibility—so, are you?” Maxine repeated.

“—yes!”

“Then yes... I shall be willing to do the same!”

The forest suddenly filled with claps and laughter. They both looked around and saw the entire sanctuary was applauding to them, as if they were waiting for this to happen. Suddenly out of the crowd the old familiar face peeked through the crowd, Maxine knew her—she was Professor Nishimori. Her face could not be seen from Theseus’ side, as if she was a phantom who appeared only before Maxine. Her black eyes streaming in a motherly joy as she applauded with the rest. Through her tears, Maxine felt as if her own mother was standing behind her whispering that she was proud of her own daughter. Her eyes veered towards Theseus, whose eyes too was streaming with joy. There was a pharse in Japanese community she heard for many times, but never understood its full meaning. Now today, as she stands realising that there was more than the shame, jealousy, rejection and fear she recieved in her life.

Umarete Hajimeta

She was reborn.

...

“Merlin’s beard if I don’t have a firewhisky within three seconds I am going to be petrified--” Theseus murmured as Newt fixed his bow tie, very patiently in their room in the Family home in Scotland. The merry morning rays of spring crept in with the roaring sound of sea through the east window.

“Isn’t the bride be the nervous one?” Newt asked as he straightened up and Theseus fixed his tie with an irritable frown. Newt smiled on his own to see his brother on his toes, struggling to cope with the gravity of the situation.

“—nervous? She? The dead shall rise from the grave just to see her flinch a little—Merlin knows what I have put myself through.” Theseus exasperated. Newt wasn’t particularly impressed with the situation, he gravely commented “—Theseus I thought you were looking forward to marry her--”

“—who said I don’t want to marry her...” Theseus interrupted Newt irritably and plopped on the ottoman to put on his silk socks, “—I am out of the world with happiness—but the problem is not her... it’s her family. As long as she was solo, everything was fine, but as soon as her family made up with her... boom... Saint Chappell all over again.” Theseus pulled his socks so hard that the elastic snapped audibly and painfully, “I am scared to death for their expectations—Newt, you don’t understand, I have met her father and all the time I felt like the worst piece of crap in front of his influence and extravagance—they have booked the Drum Castle.... THE Drum Castle for the wedding--”

The train of rant was interrupted with a warning notice by Tina, who huddled inside in a bright turmeric flapper dress and a myrtle bouquet.

“Five minutes...” Tina huffed as she totted, “They have send a Rolls Royce... a flying one”

Tina hadn’t looked anywhere until now, and when she looked at Theseus tying the strings of shoes through his calves. Before leaving an unexpected snigger left her lips.

“IT’S A KILT....” a desperate scream of Theseus left a trail behind her.

The people on Groom’s side, including Theseus, his best man Newt, Mother of Groom Mrs. Bronte Scamander and finally Tina boarded the car nervously. The Royce flew across the Caledonian ranges of beautiful glen until it landed at the front of the castle. Tina huddled through her heels to Maxine because it was a tradition of Scamander family that the bride is to be dressed by the sister of the groom, since the Scamander had no girl sibling, the immediate choice was Tina, and she was soon to be sister-in-law too, if the circumstances permitted. She may have been difficult in some cases in the past, but she had learned that even the worst of the people can change.

“Oh... Ma chere, you have arrived...” Marguerite was standing at the bottom of the tower, dressed in Mauve bell-epoch dress and tilted pillbox hat—Tina had a mini-heart attack at how well this woman looked, the flaming red hair arranged in beautiful chignon and her entire figure exuded power and elegance. But she had to pay attention to her words, “thank Merlin... would you be glad to ‘elp Maxine to add some final touches?”

Tina didn’t know that such mellow and polite lady can hold so much power in her soft voice. She didn’t know if she even had to decline her.

“Of course Madame...”

They apparated at the top of the tower with a crack, Svetlana who was at Maxine’s service opened the door to reveal the bride sitting upright near the ornate Victorian mirror.

“You look beautiful Maxine...” Tina admired Maxine with a tinge of envy as she beheld her. Maxine had rose from her former seat. The simple satin wedding gown adorned her tall figure gracefully and it added the space to the flowers and jewels to shine. Tina, for a moment compared her soft and fluid look with that of the winter wedding in Paris. This Maxine didn’t look like Ice queen with blood lips and decked in diamond—she looked like a bride.

Tina, with fullness in her heart, added red lacquer in her lips, added the baby’s breath and myrtle flower crown at the back of her perfectly pinned curls. After huffing and puffing over her already finished near perfect look, Tina finally stepped down.

“How do I look?” Maxine looked at Tina through the mirror, a nervous tone disturbed her natural cockiness of voice. Tina smiled internally, even the most confident gets nervous.

“the most beautiful bride I have ever seen” her reaction evoked a stray tear in Svetlana’s light blue eyes.

As Newt and Theseus settled near the isle, Theseus’s nervousness pumped through the ceiling. He had a sip of firewhiskey already, but it did nothing—he was marrying a Duchess for Merlin’s sake. He looked around the wedding hall, all the important figures of European ministry were there, looking at Theseus’ way, sitting at the most elegantly dressed hall. The wedding hall somehow transformed from a stony room to a Baroque palace—golden filigreed chandeliers glowed against rose-motived pink walls, he felt like he was an insignificant part of a French painting. Newt could see the tumultuous waves of inferiority and nervousness on his brother’s face. He softly grabbed him by the shoulder.

“—‘Seus, she is their only daughter—she has no blood relatives left in the world, they are trying their best to make up to it all.”

“—Newt, I am not sure if I can keep her happy or not...”

“I believe in you...”

Theseus looked at his brother with widened eyes, his little brother hid again under the unkempt strawberry blond bangs, but the strength he channeled through his softness made Theseus extremely proud of his younger brother.

Maxine fidgeted behind the great Cypress door of the wedding hall. The door will open at anytime soon. In the absence of father, she will walk alone and her bridesmaids Tina and Svetlana will follow.  

The door swung open and the entire hall blazed with a very non traditional music for a bridal march. Maxine knew it was the choice of her family, who would have opted for some ecclesiastical pieces by Vivaldi, Monteverdi or Faure like her wedding; Arrival of the Queen of Sheba was an unusual choice for a bridal march. Maxine slightly leaned back before walk towards Tina to ask who was the one to pick the music.

“It was Theseus...” Tina said with a smile.

Maxine’s lips curved into a full, genuine smile as she stepped forward with light feet. Her eyes veering towards her wedding guests, who were giving her a standing ovation. She saw Charlemagne, Lucian Carr and entire Auror department looking at her; at her right she saw Bongartz and the other wizards from Romanian dragon reserve smiling at her way; a little further stood her professors of Durmstrang and Hogwarts. Dumbledore looked handsome in his tweed suit, accompanying Mcgonagall and Nishimori sensei in a petal pink Silk kimono and really elaborate hairdo. Everyone important in her life gathered under one roof to witness the one thing she needed most in her life.

“Dearly beloved we’ve gathered here to witness the holy union of Theseus Delian Chrysostomus Scamander and Lady Maxine Adrienne Odessa Valois--”

“So... ” Maxine discreetly whispered, “Arrival of the Queen of Sheba, huh! Nice touch, bit Baroque and old, but classy—you know your Handel”

“I had to resort to it, because Handel didn’t write anything for The Duchess of Croy...”

“Chrysostomus...’golden mouth’, how come I never heard that name before?—”

“Because I hate it... and the person after I was named...”

“Who?”

“My great uncle, Chrysostomus Scamander—he gave that name to himself once he became a Seer; none of his prediction ever came true... including me marrying an ugly wealthy widow--”

“—I don’t know whether I should slap you in the face or the old geezer who dared to call me ugly--”

Theseus could not understand what she was talking about until he realise what he has said, “—Oh... I am so sorry, Maxine I didn’t mean that” he whispered under his breath.

“Concentarte Mr. Scamander, we are at a ceremony” Maxine said with a forced deadpan face, painfully suppressing a laughter.

“Why you always put me in an embarrasing position and don’t let me apologise?”

“First of all, it is not my fault that you have no brakes on your mouth and secondly when someone ignores someone’s embarrasment it means that they have already let it go--”

Theseus stopped for a while, so that is what she has been doing all along? All the scolding and anger outburst he had with her at the later years, the ones for which he tried to apologise and she ignored it—that is what she was doing? Silently forgiving him? He felt a rush of gratitude towards her and a pang of guilt in his heart. But as he looked at his left, he could see the radiance of Maxine’s face even under her veil—nothing bothered her anymore. Before she looked like a shiny outer skin masking darkness, but now she looked like something was cleansed from her heart, a weight she had carried all her life was lifted.

While they conversed with each other, the sermon was mostly complete, they both now looked at the Cardinal who had a look in his eyes that he heard everything, but chose to ignore it.

“Do you, Theseus Delian Chrysostomus Scamander take Lady Maxine Adrienne Odessa Valois as your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do...” Theseus confessed.

“And do you, Lady Maxine Adrienne Odessa Valois abdicate your position as the Duchess of Croy and take Theseus Delian Chrysostomus Scamander as your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do...” with her confession the entire hall stood up to applaude.

“Or do I?” Maxine turned towards the audience with her crooked smile and witnessed the flabbergasted audiences abruptly stopped in their standing ovation.

She savoured the audience’s bafflement. Newt almost slipped from his pedestal, the pastor at the side nearly dropped the wine glass and Theseus looked like he was about to have a breakdown. In the midst of the nearly cruel words, she broke out into a heart-lightening laughter, pointing a finger at Theseus like a small child.

“Come here you minx--” Theseus pulled her by the face to kiss her.

Before Maxine closed her eyes completely immersing herself fully, from the corner of the eyes she saw Newt hiding beneath his unkempt bangs, squeezing his temple with his fingers for a brief moment. Perhaps he saw that the bride was looking at him, and he did one of the rarest things he ever did. He looked straight at Maxine’s eyes with tears streaming down his face.

The tears that said so many things he wanted to say.

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Nostoi: a Greek word taken from Odyssey which means “Homecoming”. You might have noticed that one of Maxine’s name is “Odessa”, which is a female version of “Odysseus”. The entire story of Assistant is Maxine’s journey from returning “home” or to people whom she was meant to be. It is not only about Theseus or their “skinny love”, but also to her own family who finally accepted her, and Newt. She may not have the relationship she wanted with Newt, but without him her “homecoming” would have been impossible.

    It is Theseus’ homecoming as well. He lost hope on Maxine, terming her unattainable, which caused a rift between them and Maxine’s wandering. When he finally came to terms with his heart and mind he could finally pick up the courage to pursue what he had wanted for so long. Theseus too, sought for Maxine, like Odysseus’ son Telemachus went to Voyage to look for his father. (There is another myth I have based on Maxine and Theseus’ story, I will later reveal it it a post as an addendum)

Yukata: The easy version of traditional Kimono, worn mainly informally and inside the household.

Juban top and Hakama pants: mainly worn by archers and samurai, and is still worn as ceremonial outfit in Japan.

Yume or Japanese Longbow: see above picture

Drum Castle:  Drum Castle is a castle near Drumoak in Aberdeenshire, Scotland. For centuries it was the seat of the chief of Clan Irvine. The place-name Drum is derived from Gaelic druim, 'ridge'. Maxine’s family arranged something that would be the last splendor for Maxine before she abdicates. They chose it with the mutual agreement of the Scamanders because the owner of the Drum Castle, the Irwins, were the starting line of the Scamanders. The Scamanders are descended from a Muggleborn Witch named Maud Irwin.

Also I wanted their wedding to be on Scotland to give Maxine a closer; she was wed to Theseus on the same soil where her mother was born. Although Aberdeen and Edinburgh are far apart, but they are both on the west coast of Scotland

Arrival of the Queen of Sheba:  A piece written by  George Frideric Handel from his Opera Solomon. Although it is a popular choice for bridal march today, but it was certainly not in 1920′s. The fast violin conveys the excitement of the mob to see the queen, and the wind instrument convey the welcoming bugle of the entrance of the Queen. Theseus chose this to convey his excitement to marry Maxine who was an Aristocratic Witch. It is also a Baroque or 17th Century piece, a time which was most valued by Maxine’s family (it wasn’t intended by Theseus, just a coincidence). 

Listen to this piece : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-TGKJ9MgCOQ

Delian : a name of Apollo who was born in the city of Delios. Notice, how Newt had ‘Artemis’ in his name, so I thought why not give Theseus’s middle names a bit Apollo-centric, but Apollo seemed way too obvious, so I chose this name.

Chrysostomus: Greek for ‘Golden Mouth’ or someone whose speech is always true (an oracle). Apollo is also God of Soothsaying and Oracle.

Thank you for all the support you gave me. 

[anzanxious]

Ok Scarnobo rant time

So first off Scarlet is the main character of the fic, she's from BotW and she's Beedle's niece, she's like 17 or 18 and she sells elixirs and potions. She's been all over Hyrule with her uncle and even some places he can't go (into the towns for example), so she's met quite a few people

In the og version of the fic she sticks mainly with Beedle but I decided to make her more independent. She also got shipped with another oc, who still has an important role, but gets a different love interest instead because he and Scarlet just had almost no real chemistry at all

So in the newer version of the fic Scar has visited all the towns and finds it pretty comfortable in Goron City, where she made friends with Yunobo, who developed a crush on her. (The meta reason for this ship is 1) self-indulgence 2) Scar fit the criteria for an oc x canon ship anyway)

So yeah. They.

OMG I LOVE IT!! THEY SOUND AmAZING SDJKHKAHgfsjgjhajg

[splintered-emotions]

Ok, how about 17 or 22 for Mandis and Beedle? I think it'd be cute :)

17 - "Ok, well… Fuck."

Another request for our beloved blorbos and another drabble written in three days. This one is age of calamity edition because we haven't written anything for them and this prompt seemed like something I could definitely use for their relationship this arc.

“Did you find out why we can’t go past the barrier?” Beedle asked.

"Ok, well… Fuck," Mandis replied. 

“Oh no, what was it this time? Were we carrying too much stuff? Was the entry blocked by the rulers? Although that should have been taken care of by the king ages ago.”

“It’s nothing of that sort, but I wish it was. You can’t go in with me.”

“What, why? Both merchants are supposed to be allowed to enter when they are under orders from the king.”

“Well, fuck how do I put this? Gerudo Town doesn’t really allow men inside the walls.”

“But the princess and her knight were allowed to enter. What makes our case so different, honey?” 

“I don’t know, but we must follow these damnable regulations if we are to achieve our mission.” She ran her hand through her tied hair before continuing, “I’ll try to get them to relax it for you, but it seems like this may be the one fucking thing that we can’t do.”

“We’ve certainly gotten through worse despite the dangers. After all, without Link’s protection so long ago, Windblight surely would have been the death of us.”

“But there’s never been something as simple as this keeping us apart,” she stated, trying to keep the memories of that dreadful trip out of her mind. “I’ll finish this stop up as quickly as possible, but you’ll likely have to stay at the inn that we passed earlier for at least a night.”

There was hesitation in both of their actions as they tried to make themselves go to their own objectives for the night, unwilling to leave each other knowing how close the Calamity loomed over the two of them. Beedle began slowly unloading the goods stored in his pack into Mandis’ cart. 

As they stood in front of the gates to Gerudo Town, their second to last stop on this trip before they went back to the castle, there was a realization that shot between the two as Beedle removed the last thing that they had packed away in his bag. “I suppose it’s time for me to leave then.”

“I guess.” She took a breath and continued, “Although I wish you could come with me, Bee.”

The nickname rolling off her tongue was almost enough for Beedle to tell her everything that he had felt from the very moment that he had met her. But he stifled down the riot of feelings within his chest once again before saying, “So do I.” 

The urge to tell her how he never wanted to leave her, even for the simplest of trips like this one, was harder to beat down, but the look upon her face as she looked up from the full cart was almost enough to defeat his willpower. 

“Well, it’s getting dark and you still have to get back to the inn despite the perfectly reasonable amount of lodging here,” she began. 

“Yes, but perhaps this conversation outside the walls of Gerudo Town is so much more important than my possible lodging, honey,” he said, interrupting any goodbyes she may have begun. 

“I can’t see what about this conversation before we see each other tomorrow is so important to you, Bee, but I suppose I can stay out here for a bit longer. After all, the deliveries are to be made in the morning and then we can begin our journey to Zora’s Domain.”

Neither one of them were attempting to leave at this point despite the lowering temperature and the mass of Gerudo who were entering the gate around them. It seemed that there were also a few stragglers around them, unwilling to enter the desert town without these last few words to friends and those who were perhaps more.

None of this was obvious to either of them, however, as they were deep within their own bubble of not wanting to leave the person who they had become so close to over the course of this calamitous time. Their conversation had stopped, instead leaving a companionable silence that neither could break without mentioning the fact that eventually they must leave. 

It was only once they realized that they were the last of those standing outside the walls that they broached the topic. “I believe that it’s time for me to finally leave you.”

“I could come stay at the inn with you. We can still make it back here in time for the deliveries in the morning.” 

“I could not ask that of you. After all this time spent deliberating on when it shall be time for me to leave you, you should stay. And return to me after the deliveries are done. I shall await you at the inn. I believe I can get some more supplies from the shops there while I wait.”

“Beedle, I just, I want you to know that I would have come with you if only you hadn’t been so adamant about me staying.” She had been so close to revealing the truth that she had hid behind so many locked doors, and yet it seemed almost freeing to do so. But it was not the time. Perhaps after all of this was over, she could attempt something new with her closest friend. 

As they turned away from each other and Mandis began lugging the cart to the doors of Gerudo Town, she couldn’t help but feel like she was leaving a part of herself behind. And neither could Beedle. 

[splintered-emotions]

masterlist

the hobbit/lotr:

➝ no pairing

↳ Transported (ao3)     ↳ Trying (ao3) ↳ let it happen ↳ the heartbreak that aches far too much to be shunned ↳ a little victim-less crime (ao3) ↳ until the very end (ao3)

➝ Sam x Frodo

↳ the heartbreak that aches far too much to be shunned

➝ Merry x Reader

↳ you flip me upside down and take me out of my head

➝ Bilbo Baggins x Thorin Oakenshield

↳ Affection and Apologies (ao3)

the legend of zelda:

➝ Mandis (OC) x Beedle

↳ it seems that it must always be another time and space away from here ↳ time shall never separate us, despite our flaws and faults

➝ no pairing

↳ give me a reason to care again (ao3) ↳ stumbling through long forgotten memories (ao3)

dream smp FUCK WILBUR SOOT:

➝ no pairing

↳ DISCONTINUED all i ever wanted was a life in your shade (ao3) ↳ everything we built is built to burn (ao3) ↳ it’s a big night (ao3)

agent carter:

➝ jack thompson x reader

↳ you're dead to me (ao3)

marvel:

➝ TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

↳ so why is my heart broke? ↳ feet don’t fail me now

lockwood & co:

➝ no pairing

↳ they're idiots of course, but they're my family (ao3)

miscellaneous because i haven’t written enough for these fandoms and i don’t think i will end up writing more:

➝ mcc

↳ it's more than i'd ever ask of you (ao3)