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titlemewickedwonderland · 2 years ago

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Shift My World: Prologue (The Witcher Fanfic)

Summary: Shifting is all grand and dandy for those who believe in it. Does it work? Who knows! Some people say it does while others don't, perhaps it's just something in the mind. Olivia Watson found the truth behind it as she transfers herself into the world of The Witcher one night after a drunken movie night with her friends! Only she wasn't expecting to get stuck there and worse off...she didn't expect to love them as much as she did.

Prompt: In honor of Henry Cavill who no longer will be with us on The Witcher as Geralt of Rivia after season 3. I have decided to take my ongoing story from Wattpad to share with you guys!

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The doorbell rang exactly at 8:30 PM on the dot. The sound was followed by the excited barking of her large and intimidating-looking wolfdog Killua named after one of her favorite anime characters from Hunter X Hunter. The large beast damn near big enough to ride was standing up on his back legs barking at the door as his claws attempted to tear the white wooden frame down to get to the person behind the obstacle. She placed the hot pocket she had just finished taking from the microwave down quickly on the counter as if it burned her and rounded the corner of her small kitchen; her clumsy self hitting her hip on the counter edge on her way making her clutch her side with a very unladylike curse as she stumbled her way towards her apartment door. Grabbing the thick black leather of her mutt's collar she pulled with all her strength until Killua dropped down to all four paws allowing her to sidle her way to the door to unlock the deadbolt and chain. Throwing the door open she was greeted by the sight of a bundled mass of a human figure carrying multiple bags in each hand.

"Bloody hell Liv, Killua's going to give me a heart attack one of these days! I swear he's damn near to breaking down your front door." a female's breathy voice spoke up in a puff from under the wrap of her scarf.

Olivia's good-natured laugh ended in a snort as she reached out to grab the bags from her best friend's gloved hands replying with a jovial "Oh he's just excited to see you is all!"

The twinkle in her blue eyes told her that probably wasn't the full truth. Killua was a wolfdog mutt after all and his loyalty dynamic with Olivia meant certain death by mutilation at his jaws if it came to it. Of course, it wasn't like McKenzie was a stranger to the apartment so the wolfdog was indeed just excited to see a familiar visitor; one that neither he nor his owner had seen for a good two weeks. As McKenzie toddled her way inside and began unraveling herself, she plopped her thick winter's clothing on the entry bench by the door all the while the large beast sniffed eagerly at her pant pockets as if searching for something. Mckenzie laughed as she finished unwrapping her scarf and set it aside before digging into her pocket to pull out a ziplock baggy that contained some beef jerky inside that she'd saved especially for the large dark gray mass sniffing at her.

"Is this what you were searching for handsome boy?" she cooed as she knelt and picked out a piece. She was not scared as the dog licked at her fingers that held the treat right before his rather large teeth opened just wide enough to snatch the beef stick from her hands and scuttle off to his bed in the corner of the living room to eat it.

Olivia smiled watching before wrapping her arms around her red-headed best friend. "I've missed you so much! How was the trip to visit your family in Lousiana?" she asked into her friend's shoulder as they stood in the front hallway hugging and swaying to unheard music.

"It was good up until Aunt Grace decided she wanted to get me to know the man next door that just moved in." McKenzie laughed rolling her eyes before letting go of her friend and looking around the apartment.

"Where's Kason?" she asked frowning realizing that it was far too quiet than it normally was.

Olivia snorted and went to the kitchen around the corner to grab them a glass of wine as she explained. "Well, Kason is out on his 3rd date this week. I swear that man is just in it for the D," she said with a fond shake of her head.

The laughter that came from McKenzie was contagious and the two of them began laughing at just the image of Kason out on the prowl to get himself some dick. Olivia sighed as she poured herself a glass of wine after sliding over one for McKenzie and brushed a strand of silky black hair from her face. Staring down into the dark liquid of the red wine she said softly with a bit of rueful toner in her voice. "At least someone is getting a dick around here. I swear my luck with men sucks!"

McKenzie raised a sympathetic brow as she sipped her wine and was about to say something when her green eyes lit up excitedly and she set her glass down with a little clink as she began rummaging through the crinkly grocery bags and moments later she said in triumph. "That's okay because I got your favorite ice cream, M&M's, of course, the ones with peanuts in them because it's more fun to eat. I also had to get some strawberry Twizzlers that you like because your crazy ass doesn't like the cherry version; I got myself the cherry kind because no best friend shall eat Twizzlers alone, it's like a rule or something. Oh, and of course sour gummies of all sorts of shapes; honestly I probably should have gotten you a new toothbrush too for how much your teeth are going to need it after tonight." she laughed as she settled all the items on the small kitchen counter.

Olivia's eyes lit up excitedly and she reached for a packet of gummies but her hand was slapped away playfully "Nuh-uh! Not until we start the TV series! Although, feel free to grab a drink. I didn't know what you'd like so I sort of just raided the energy drink aisle and the alcohol aisle." the redhead pointed to the other bag on the counter.

Olivia smiled fondly. Only McKenzie would raid every aisle for the darndest things that would make her happy. Olivia and McKenzie were best friends since 1st grade when they met during a fight over something she couldn't even remember. It was funny because the raven and the redhead had a love-hate relationship up until 3rd grade after Olivia's dad passed away due to cancer; they'd been best friends and glued to the hip ever since. Even when Olivia was 16 and McKenzie moved away from her into another city they kept in touch and would go see each other every summer up until Olivia went to college where she finally reunited with her best friend. It'd been 5 years since then and at age 26 they were living their best single lives together like they always said they'd do. Only now though instead of it being the two of them it was the three of them when you added Kason a 30-year-old man who was the gayest gay man you will ever meet. But he was such a sweetheart and loved both Olivia and McKenzie like his younger sisters. He'd first met Olivia when she answered his Facebook ad for a roommate for an apartment he was renting since his last one ended badly and he needed help paying rent. From there it was history; it had been the three of them ever since.

"Is Kason coming back anytime soon? Like should we order in some take-out and wait to start the show?" McKenzie asked breaking Olivia from her thoughtful walk down memory lane.

The raven looked down at her phone for the time and raised a brow thoughtfully. "He actually should be coming in any-" her sentence was cut off by the sound of keys in the lock rattling.

A moment later the door opened and slammed shut with an exasperated looking man standing there unwrapping a scarf from his neck. His dark skin was glistening with melting snowflakes from the snow outside and if his skin was not dark chocolate brown his nose would have been red as a cherry no doubt. The short man waltzed into the kitchen seeing the two women and looked like a dramatic overly tired diva and a look on his face that screamed 'I am so done!'. One look at that face and Olivia refilled her half-empty glass of wine and held it out for their best friend who gratefully took it and swallowed half of it in one go like a thirsty man in a desert.

"I cannot believe the audacity of men these days! No wonder you are single!" Kason exclaimed as he set the glass down with a clink.

"What on earth happened Kase?" McKenzie asked frowning as she grabbed the tub of ice cream from the fridge she'd just put in minutes before and grabbed a large spoon before sliding the container towards the black man.

Kason grabbed the sliding container and dug himself a large spoonful of cookie dough ice cream and shoved it in his mouth as he explained looking offended and shocked at the same time. "This man seriously had the balls to ask if I was freaking trans! Me trans? Honey, I even offered to drop my pants right there and then at the restaurant for his audacity because he said my voice was so high and because the outfit I wore screamed trans...bitch what?! Like, I found this man on Grindr for fucks sake; what else was he expecting? Some 6-foot bodybuilder with a monster cock who wants to be called daddy?" he waved the spoon around in the air looking like a pure diva.

Olivia nearly choked on her wine as she took back her glass and sipped at it before she shook her head giving her roommate a look of sympathy but one that spoke volumes that she thought the situation was hilarious. McKenzie on the other hand had no problem with laughing; having to hold herself up on the counter just to be able to stand up as her body wracked with laughter. Kason rolled his eyes and snatched Olivia's glass of wine before he chugged the rest of it down and grudgingly grabbed the glass bottle of wine left over and poured himself another drink.

"Anyways, I'm done with men. Tonight, I'm sticking to a girls night in; speaking of what the fuck are we watching? Better be no chic flick bullshit." he said as he swiped the tub of ice cream from the countertop and stalked into the living room to plop his butt on the sofa.

Killua raised his head from where he lay on the carpet to look at the man before giving a little groan and closing his eyes to relax for the rest of the night. The girls joined him moments later with the bags of goodies in tow and refilled glasses in hand as they all gathered together on the sofa to cuddle and watch TV.

"It's called The Witcher. It's a new TV series that just came out. I heard it's really good. Got great comments, reviews, and is one of the topmost seen shows on Netflix so far." McKenzie said as she grabbed the remote to turn the flat-screen TV on.

"Oh, I've heard of it before. It looks pretty good." Olivia gushed with wide eyes as she realized it was a title she had heard before; she had been a little excited for it to come out since the previews looked epic as hell.

"Has some hot guys in it too from what I've seen. Some hot chicks as well I guess if I was into girls." Kason piped up in between bites of ice cream.

The three of them settled into the couch as the first episode began rolling. With a bit of too much wine in their system, their natural unfiltered thoughts, and running off the adrenaline from the TV show they sat there talking hours later as the last episode of that season rolled to a close. Yes, they just finished binge-watching the entire fucking season like some junkies.

"Omg Garelt is so yummy! Did you see his ass in those pants? Holy shit!" Kason fanned himself with his hand.

Olivia laughed staring up at the ceiling with glazed-over eyes after one too many glasses of wine. "Oh yeah, and those eyes? Like, even his voice gives me shivers. Who plays that man because I'd like to shake his hand...and maybe shove my tongue down his throat at the same time." she laughed in a drunken stupor.

"That'd be Henry Cavill. He played in so many good movies I swear! Man of Steel is one of the ones he's well known for." McKenzie added shoving a spoonful of mostly melted ice cream into her mouth after having stolen it from Kason's iron grip.

Olivia's eyes widened and she almost leaped from the couch. "For real? I love that movie! omg I won't ever be able to look at that man again the same way!" McKenzie nodded with a knowing look in her eyes as she hummed around the spoon in her mouth.

"Ah, he's gorgeous," Olivia muttered flopping back down beside Kason who hummed in agreement and stared up at the ceiling thoughtfully.

"So, have you guys heard of this thing called Shifting?" McKenzie asked suddenly as the silence broke.

The two others raised a brow and looked at her funny and she just shrugged poking at the tub of ice cream as she explained. "So, I'm not into the whole witchy shit but I've been on TikTok so much recently that's all I ever see really. Like, it's this thing where you manifest yourself into your dream world or the world of your comfort character or whatever the hell it is," she explained shrugging.

Kason reached over and grabbed her wrist gently and gave her a gentle look. "It's around your brother's anniversary isn't it?" he asked kindly.

McKenzie gave a weak smile and turned away again as she continued to explain while Kason and Olivia listened and watched her with understanding eyes. "I've seen so many people on TikTok give their reactions and tell of what happened when they successfully shifted into their favorite anime worlds and shit. Others tell how to do it or tips on how to do it successfully and I dunno I guess I just..." she fell silent and Olivia stood up from beside Kason to be able to walk the two steps over to McKenzie's other side and plopped back down to cuddle her. Resting her head on her shoulder she sighed softly.

"I'm sorry babe. I know it's hard...It's probably nothing but clout...but, if you'd like we can always look into getting a tarot card reading or something...." she offered hesitantly.

None of them believed in magic or witches and stuff; none of them were religious either for their reason. But, even so, they'd give it a try if it meant supporting each other. Truth was, a few years ago McKenzie's older brother passed away in a tragic car accident on his way home for Christmas and McKenzie blamed herself for his death; she never got over it which was understandable because he was on the way to her house where he was staying and was so excited to see her again that he refused to take shelter during a storm which caused him to not see the car in front of him during the blizzard and crash; killing himself and the other person in the other vehicle.

"Anyways, that shifting business seems funny, right? Heard all you have to do is write down how you'd like it to play out going in as much detail as possible before lying down as if going to sleep while saying some sort of mantra in your head; next thing you know you'll wake up in another world and the only way to return to yours is to say your safe word you'd wrote in the manuscript. How funny would it be if we could write something like that for this show and end up there?" she continued blabbering on in hopes to lighten the mood while changing the subject.

Kason snorted and shook his head. "Girl you be crazy. Only in my dreams would that ever be for real," he said.

"I think that's the point, Kase." Olivia laughed and shook her head before looking at the night and groaning. "Guys, I gotta be up in like 5 hours for work. Help me clean this up before we head to bed okay? Hell, you can stay up if you want but my cranky ass is needing a bed right now." Olivia said standing up to her feet and began picking up the trash off the floors and coffee table.

"Gurl we got it! Go ahead and head to bed. Kenzie and I got it; we'll head to bed right after." Kason said waving the raven off as he stood and got the lights clicked on.

The redheaded woman gave a smile and nodded waving her bestie away who gave a reluctant smile before heading down the hall to her small bedroom. But even after she washed her face, brushed her teeth, and dressed in her comfiest of pajamas she couldn't sleep. Perhaps it was the wine talking in her system or her sleep-deprived brain; hell could even be her lady bits below speaking to her. But she found it the best idea to hop out of bed and grab an old notebook that she hadn't fully used up in her college years and began writing. She didn't even realize what she was writing until the last period was placed. At this point, the pages were all over her bed and the lights outside her door were turned off; it was silent in the apartment so she guessed it'd been a while since she began writing. Kason was probably in his room right now asleep and McKenzie passed out on the couch with Killua guarding like the faithful mutt he was. But here she was still awake and staring at pages upon pages of scribbling writing with eyes that were beginning to blur. She was so tired and her fingers were cramping from holding her pencil for god knows how long. She didn't even realize what she'd written until her eyes picked up a few snippets of words. Geralt-Rivia-Roach-Blaviken-Jaskier and others made her foggy mind click into place. She started laughing then realized just what she was writing and rolled her eyes. Her stupid drunk mind thought it'd be a great idea to write a manuscript off the idea of shifting into the world of the Witcher TV series. Damn McKenzie and her wild imaginations bleeding into Olivia's open mind.

She stood then and gathered the scattered pages of her hard work and dumped them into the trashcan by her closet door and returned to bed. She reached to click off her bedside lamp before her eyes got drowned in the bundle of papers in the trash bin. A frown tugged at her brows as if she couldn't understand why she felt disappointed and upset at shoving the papers in there. It was just silly nonsense, right? Just some trend on Tiktok that people used to get clout and get views by using the idea of shifting and world jumping to the simps of the viewers. They were all so gullible; she was gullible too. But even still those papers just didn't sit well with the woman so after tossing and turning she finally flung the covers off and hopped out of bed to gather said paperwork and plopped them onto her nightstand so that in the morning she would figure out what to do with them. Finally feeling fewer ants in her pants she allowed herself to close her eyes and let the drowsy effects of the alcohol pull her into slumber.

When she finally awoke after a blissful 2-hour sleep it was not to the sound of birds chirping outside her window or the sound of nails clawing at her door. It was not even the smell of fresh coffee or breakfast being made that she knew Kason would be making as he did every morning as she got ready for work. No, instead of her normal routine wake-up call she got something splashing her in the face. She yelped sitting up from her bed wiping her face expecting to see a laughing McKenzie but instead, she saw nothing but darkness around her and the sound of the howling wind around her. Trees loomed overhead waving in the said wind making the night sky look even eerier than before. There were no lights out but the moon behind a few clouds that rolled by slowly. What was worst the water she felt a splash on her was not water but in a sense mud. That much she could tell from the goop that stained her fingertips and was slowly drying cold on her face and hair. Her blue eyes widened as she looked left and then right realizing she was not in her bedroom in her apartment anymore. She was in the middle of nowhere. Nowhere that she did not recognize. Was this some sort of prank done by McKenzie and Kason because if it were she did not find it the least bit funny. Panic started to claw up her throat until she felt something soft and velvety brush her hair and she yelped; damn near having a heart attack as she jerked back and looked up into the darkness expecting some sort of monster but instead found the long face of a ...horse? She blinked confused at this revelation as she looked around once more.

She was literally in the middle of nowhere in the woods and there was a horse? What the hell was going on? The horse though did not seem to mind her and instead seemed curious enough to sniff at her and paw at the ground which resulted in more mud flying onto her clothing. That explained the mud shower that awoke her at least. She gave a shaky smile and reached up a hand to stroke the soft snout of the beast above her. It was a pretty brown or maybe chestnut color; hard to tell in the dark but she could tell that it was bridled and saddled already making her wonder where on earth its rider was. Frankly, she wanted to know where she was too. Her thoughts were interrupted by the distant scream of some sort of animal in the distance; it didn't sound like any animal she'd heard before outside of horror movies and the scream made shivers of discomfort roll down her spine making her instinctively rise to her feet and inch closer to the horse that stood alert and waiting in the moonlight that filtered through the gaps of clouds in the sky.

The sound of crunching twigs and underbrush echoed around her making her unable to pinpoint where it was coming from between the distance screams of some sort of animal or creature in the darkness and the area she was in. Her heart hammered in her chest as she swallowed thickly and reached up to place a shaking hand on the horse's reigns; expecting to leap up onto its back and ride away as fast as possible if need be. She didn't know where she was and she wasn't going to risk having a bear or wolf attack her in these woods; what a pathetic way to die after waking up muddy, wet, and cold in the middle of nowhere. Another twig snapped right behind her and she screamed a little while spinning around on her heels just in time to see a large mass barrel towards her. The impact forced the air from her lungs in a painful rush as a large and heavy mass of fur collided with her. A pair of golden eyes stared down at her as white sharp teeth poised over her face threateningly. She was going to die and she was going to die mutilated by a wolf just like she feared. But she didn't. Instead, the weight shifted and a wet nose pressed against her cheek inquisitively making her whimper a little and peek open an eye to stare at the wolf in front of her. Wait, why did it look so familiar? The beast crawled off of her with its tail wagging a little and sat down allowing her to fully take in the large animal. It wasn't a wolf. Well, not a full-bred wolf anyways. She knew those eyes right away and a rush of relief flooded her as she flung her arms around the wolf's thick neck and hugged him.

"Killua!" she breathed a relieved sigh as she nuzzled her face into his grey neck fur. The wolfdog that she remembered seemed to be a lot bigger than she remembered him back home and looked a little more wolfish than normal too. She frowned pulling back to study him; he was her Killua but he looked so much like his mother right now with his wolfish features.

As she studied him his demeanor changed quickly as he suddenly rose to his paws and took a few steps over her as if shielding the woman whilst his lips drew back in a warning snarl and his coarse fur stood up on end to make himself look twice as big as he usually was. Olivia tensed as she grasped fistfuls of his fur and buried her face into his side as if trusting him to hide her. The scream of whatever was in front of them pierced her ears so loudly she had to clasp her hands over her ears and she whimpered crouching into herself. Killua snarled right back and leaped towards the ugliest creature Olivia had ever seen; it looked like something out of a fantasy horror movie or something as the large dark form of her wolfdog collided with the weird spiderlike-figure in front of them. Teeth snapped and tore into black flesh as dagger-like fingers swiped back and forth trying to dislodge the large mass clinging to its body. Olivia's blue eyes widened and she felt the air leave her lungs as she watched helplessly as her animal best friend fought off a monster for her safety.

Feeling as if she had to do something she reached for a large jagged stick by her side on the ground and grasped the thick wood she began rising to her feet. Just as the unknown beast flung Killua off causing him to be slammed into a tree making him let out a pained yelp and a crunch of bones. Olivia's eyes widened and a fire of fury filled her chest as she gripped the sharp stick like a spear and bolted for the ugly thing as it turned its back on her to finish off her mutt. Not on her watch! But a human woman and a stick wouldn't do much against such a creature which was well learned in a split second as the beast turned around hearing her battle cry of fury and turned to her; swiping its tail at her making the connection with her side and flinging her off to the side. She tumbled and rolled a few times before skidding to a halt against a rock. She coughed up the mixture of bile and blood that rose to her throat at the intense flare of pain in her entire body. She felt like gasoline had been poured into her veins as she struggled to rise. A mass of red spread quickly into her shirt across her side and a glance down spoke volumes of why. A large jagged hole gushed blood from her side every time she moved to light her flesh in fire and pain each time. She swallowed thickly and looked back up towards the beast that stalked towards her before looking towards Killua who lay struggling to rise after being impaled by a branch of the tree he had been flung into.

A pain flared in her heart worse than the wound on her side. Her lip quivered as she realized that Killua was probably dying right now and she was going to die too in this unknown cold place. She tried her best at least right? That's all that counted. She winced lying against the boulder behind her and gave a faint smile that spoke of her surrender to the inevitable. She closed her eyes expecting to feel more pain. She expected some tearing of flesh, broken bones, and pain that did not come as expected but instead, she heard a distant scream at the back of her mind as her consciousness was fogging up her mind from the rapid loss of blood. Maybe it was just a dream? Maybe...Her eyes fluttered open to peer one last time through cloudy vision just in time to see the creature struggling against a figure; a human figure that wielded a sword against its defenses and was cutting the beast down. She saw a shock of white, a gleam of mental, and the last thing she remembered was a pair of golden eyes staring down at her right before her eyes fell shut and her mind went blank.

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lancashire-poems · 2 years ago

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Foot Passengers, Keep To The Right

Foalk tell us there's sarmons i' stones: Excuse me for bein' so bowd, But aw'm just o' th' same mind as Tom Jones, 'At sich sarmons as thoose 'll feel cowd. This 'o mine, tho' it's noan o' th' first stamp, Is as good as this heart can indite; Mi text, taen fro' th' post ov a lamp, Is- "Foot Passengers, keep to the right."

An' furstly, aw'd ha' yo' beware O' that dandy 'at's struttin' through th' street; For he mak's more ado ov his hair, Than he does ov his brains, a fine seet! There's words o' deceit on his tongue, Calculated fair prospects to blight; If yo tread i' his steps you'll be wrong, Young fellows! keep on to the right.

Let the standard yo' go by be true, Measure man by his mind, not his purse; There's mony a great squire 'at's a foo', An' a drunken foo' too, an' that's worse. We'n rich men areawnd one could name, Who are hurried whoam drunk every night, That's no reason why yo' should do th' same, Foot passengers, keep to the right. Let your motives be upright an' pure, Proceedin' fro' hearts fill'd wi' love; Extend your kind acts to the poor, Seek wisdom an' help fro' above. To lead foalk to virtue an' God, Exert o' your influence an' might. Bid 'em guard against fashion's smooth road, Ask 'em kindly to keep to the right. Keep eawt o' thoose man-traps, mi boys, Th' "Pig an' Whistle," th' "Black Horse," an' th' "Blue Bell," They're nobbut owd Satan's fawse toys, To beguile, an' allure yo' to hell! Oh! as long as yo' toddle through th' world, Mak' the law o' the Lord your delight; Let th' chart o' God's truth be unfurl'd, It'll point yo' an' keep yo' to th' right. Th' owd Tempter'll come wi' his wiles, To prevent yo' fro' choosin' th' reet track; Never heed his fine coaxin' an' smiles, But, like Jesus, just tell him t' stond back. I' th' strait narrow way allis tead, Should yo' live till your locks are grown white; - Hoary hairs'll be th' creawn o' your yead, Iv yo'll mind an' keep on to the right.

When dark cleawds o' adversity come, An' hang o'er your yead like a pall, Keep an anxious look eawt for your whoam, An' be ready, your Master will call! When your sky is o cloudless an' clear, When your prospects are hopeful an' bright, Beware! for a storm may be near; Be cautious, an' keep to the right.

When death your last summons shall bring, An' tells yo' t' pack up an' begone, Yo' can calmly, resignedly sing, "Tha'rt welcome, reet welcome, owm mon!" Oh, heaw th' angels i' heaven will rejoice That moment your soul ta'es its flight; An' you'll hear Christ's own welcomin' voice, "Come up hither, my friend, to the right!" ~ Lancashire Songs, Poems, Tales & Recitations by Samuel Laycock, 1886. Been ill for the past week or so, typical timing with Christmas. Coincidentally this next song is one of religion. I'm not entirely sure on any previous songs this one would fit to melody-wise, but it's a nice one regardless.

#songs #Lancashire #poetry #History #Samuel Laycock

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finnoky · 4 years ago

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AU where Quirin takes and raises Eugene after the DK falls

•| Send me a potential AU and I’ll tell you five fun facts |•

Oh you have no idea how much this enables me - I stand by Quirin raising Eugene until the end of time bc it’s what they BOTH deserve

1) Oki so, here we see Eugene taken away as a baby without disclosing an EXACT location — that will not stop Quirin though, who had a stance against cutting him off completely despite it being Edmunds orders [It made sense to send the boy away but to send him to an ORPHANAGE was another story] Quirin finds Eugene a month or so after they get separated, during that time he found a house and a stable farm to raise a kid on [Gotta have an income] and then promptly goes to the orphanage and adopts Eugene.

By then, Eugene’s name has already been changed and frankly... Quirin thinks it suits him, though he occasionally slips up and calls him Horace. He feels a duty to raise the Prince but also kinda has a “My son now” mentality! Disagrees with Edmunds choices + decides... His kingdom is doomed, so he’s gonna ensure Eugene gets a stable upbringing with KNOWLEDGE of the Dark Kingdom without necessarily telling him “Oh BTW you’re the prince”. Being a father is hard and he struggles a lot, esp in early days, it’s a whole new challenge from being a knight but... Not one he really regrets?

Cue some fluff! Knight-dad trying to raise a baby and establish a life in a new country — Over time he grows and becomes Village Leader + Develops a bond with the monarchs based on his knowledge and previous high-rank in society from being a knight! Gets offered a guard position but turns it down in favour of spending time with his toddler son. Eugenes first word is Dada and Quirins never felt so content. Baby fluff of Eugenes milestones — Quirin has Eugene helping on the fields as soon as he can toddle without tripping (tho it’s mostly Eugene playing and running around while Quirin works) Toddler Eugene is a little darling and knows exactly how to use his cuteness to get praise and sweets

2) Eugene starts thievery / acting out soon after Quirin dates and marries Ulla, though it soon become a hobby he usually indulges in with his friend Arnie [though they take on the names of the coolest book characters Flynn Rider and Lance Strongbow!] Quirin thinks it’s just a phase and leans into the whole calling Eugene ‘Flynn’ because... He really loves the books, that’s not too odd? Though he doesn’t know of crimes + just thinks they go out to play a lot. Eugene ignored Ulla for the first few weeks because he doesn’t like the idea of someone new staying around — He doesn’t hate her, it just raises a lot of questions about his mum that Quirin doesn’t know how to answer... He resolved on the explaination that she was very sick and couldn’t take care of him anymore, though loved him dearly — it’s enough to placate him.

Eugene doubles down on stealing when he’s 10 and suddenly there’s gonna be a new baby in the house. [He doesn’t WANT a sibling + worries Quirin will love the baby more than him since he knows he’s adopted & all that though is too scared to ask] Eugene grows an attitude and Quirin finds himself exhausted and constantly caught in petty bickers as Eugene keeps running away + acting up, especially to his wife (Who loves Eugene very much, of course) ‘Flynn’ declares he wants to travel the world and be far away from step-mums and nasty babies, uhhh Domestic fall out stuff?

Things change when baby gets here and suddenly Eugene is a big brother and Quirin is MORE distracted, sometimes they forget to even read him a story and he can’t stand the squirmy little creature... All it does is cry and take what little attention his misbehaviour had earned him... So naturally, petty crime continues + Eugene starts caring less about getting caught, so it becomes more risky. He and Lance befriend some bad influences and start taking Big Kid Crime. It’s fun! Until Eugene is brought home by a guard and Quirin gives him the silent treatment for the next week. Quirin... He loves his sons, both of them, but he just isn’t sure how to handle a distressed 11 year old and a baby, it feels like there’s not enough hours in the day and Eugene is SET on making life harder for everyone.

Eugene stays against ‘Varian’, frequently makes the baby the villain in his games and makes him cry on several occasions. It gets even worse when he starts crawling bc now he can’t get anytime alone, it’s just frustrating! The solution probably comes when Varians starting to talk and he says ‘Oo-gee’ as one of his first words — ‘Lisa’s first word’ style — and Quirin and Ulla admit that Varian is obsessed with Eugene. It’s sorta a wake up call for Eugene to start trying to get along with the kid, and it works! He finds it fun to teach him things & have someone to talk to (even if he just babbles back) By the time Eugene is 12 he’s calling Ulla mum and love spending time with his little brother

3) Right! When Eugene is about 18 he picks up theiving again, mostly because he isn’t suited to the farm life and it’s easy money (Plus how else is he gonna achieve his dream of financial independence?) He moves out the farm under the guise of finding a new life with his best friend, though they quickly realise it’s not amazing when they get tangled up with the Baron + his antics. Eugene visits home every so often and claims everything is fine, it’s going great, he doesn’t need any extra help + his life is just dandy. His dishonesty mostly bc he doesn’t wanna worry Quirin and there’s been a bit of a strain since Ulla passed away.

Life keeps on like this. Eugene ages, steals alchemy supplies for Varian and hides his true income source because he wants to make Quirin and Varian proud! Varian grows up to be more headstrong in what he wants because he has someone standing up for him and telling him he’s proud, though the longer Eugene spends away the harder it gets? He loves it when Eugenes here! But the house feels empty without him, and Quirin is so busy + stressed from Varians experiments that there’s still that desire to do more, prove himself.

4) Movie diverts a bit! Eugene finds out about the hair glow and thinks... If one person knows about this then it’s him, and takes Rapunzel to Old Corona over night rather than a campfire. Varian is ecstatic to see him though gets confused by a random girl Eugene claims to have just found — He’s about to ask questions when Eugene asks if Varian could do his magic thing to find out about her hair. Varian insists it’s alchemy and agrees, dragging Raps down into the lab! Boop gothel talks to her when Varians gathering all the equipment and talks her ear off about how cool Eugene is and asks how they found each other since the story is weird... Experiements start!

Meanwhile Eugene is talking to Quirin, when Quirin pulls out a wanted poster and puts it on the table. He finally found out about how bad Eugenes crimes are and wants answers. Now. Eugene sits and tries to explain its not what it looks like, but Quirin doesn’t wanna hear it. The disappointment is evident and Quirin criticises “I thought you grew out of this, what role model is this for Varian?” Eugene doesn’t have an answer but argues his case that it was to be reliant — and he doesn’t wanna do it anymore anyway! Quirin accuses him of using the girl, while Eugene insists her name is Rapunzel and he’s just helping her, get the crown, be set for life and never have to bother him again.

Their argument is cut short by a Varian coming back upstairs looking frazzled, says there’s something about the magic that’s familiar but he can’t place it — sure is strong tho, and continues gushing and asking Eugene for all the details of what he’s been up to. Eugene... Explains, his usual light-hearted rendition of a great quest, while Quirin leaves and stays upstairs the rest of the night.

Varian sees them off in the morning! Hours after they’re gone Vari is still looking into the magic thing — that’s when he remembers the old legend about a sundrop... about how it saved the Queen... About the Princess. Varian sneaks out the house and heads up to the lantern festival to tell Eugene and Rapunzel his revelation, but he gets there just as Eugene is being lead away by guards. Varian finds Max and tells him how they need to free Eugene + basically... Helps him escape with fewer pub thugs and more alchemy. When they get to the tower Eugene tells Varian to stay on the floor and climbs up to help Raps - Varian stays at the bottom of the tower for approx 10 minutes before finding the back entrance and climbing up. Figure he gets there just as Gothel deages, it’s suddenly and before anyone knows it Varian is the one pushing her out the window bc he saw a stabbed Eugene and put two and two together. Then! Cue New Dream scene, except Varian is sitting on the floor in shock a distance away... After New Dream hug Eugene looks at him and Varian admits that “Ok, magic isn’t that bad”

5) Oh god the series! First off — Raps is closer with Varian in this (that’s becoming a theme...) so doesn’t just throw him out into the blizzard when he comes asking for help. Instead he and Eugene go back to Old Corona together after the storm, Varian isolates himself from guilt + has a tough time dealing with what happened, but he lives in the castle as Eugene starts getting angrier with the king and wants answers for what happened. He’s the one that finds Dark Kingdom stuff and he and Varian work on it together... Eugene has a suspicion he came from the Dark Kingdom so when the rocks start pointing there he’s like dope!

No villain Varian joins them on the trek to the Dark Kingdom + it’s all fun and games, Eugene tries to get more answers from Adira as they travel but she says it’s not her place to say... All he needs to know is the kingdom fell, and everyone was evacuated... She’s almost annoyed as she explains it, then Hector is treble annoyed when he finds out Eugene was raised by QUIRIN since that went against the direct orders... Though Adira defends it and says he was doing his duty of keeping Eugene safe, it’s basically a rift between them that’s confusing until they get to the DK and the revelation happens.

I feel... Moongene could be a thing in this AU? but since I’m running out of points I’ll leave it with Cass taking her canon role! I will point out! when Quirin is freed initially only Varian runs into his arms... Eugene hadn’t really spoken to Quirin properly since their movie fallout & he’s not sure he belongs... Until Quirin holds and arm out to him and pulls him into the hug too (PARALLLELS) and we get a happy reunited family (tho with some issues to work out regarding somethings... they need to rebuild trust, but work on it slowly. Edmund stays ‘Edmund’ to Eugene. He sees Quirin as his father & doesn’t push as much to reconnect with Edmund... Though that makes it easier in a way. There’s less pressure once Edmund understands and they form a friendship, but Quirin is Dad 100% (Sometimes Edmund gets called Dad 2))

#tts #tts au #ask #au ask meme #tangled the series #tangled #varian #Eugene #quirin #alternative universe

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jwithsusdoingstuff · 1 month ago

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GREAT MUSIC TASTE WARNING!

Shrimpo try's to bully another child, but little did he know that this child has GREAT MUSIC TASTE just like him.

A spontaneous idea, invited a friend to implement it together.

Friend, yet again, in question is @ms-euthanasia

Also little bonus.

#dandys world #dandys world art #dandy's world fanart #dandys world shrimpo #dandy's world toddles

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rcdwrxck · 5 years ago

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@comatosesoldier SENT 🐋 share a weird funny story. From meme :: Get to know the mun.

okay. i’ll give you one that happened while i was working for a care company a few years ago.

so. id got up and got dressed, gone through my normal morning routine. everything was fine and dandy in the world and off I toddled to work. what I hadn’t realised (being extremely tired) was that rather than put my work pants on. i’d proceeded to put my pj pants back on. maybe it wouldn’t be an issue in right now but let me point out one fact.

they were bright orange with black stripes because they trigger pants.

i didn’t even notice until i’d helped the woman up, shower and into her chair. at which point she says to me. “ loving your pants.”

well me, totes confused. looked down and was like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!. unfortunately for me i was over 45 minutes away from home and had back-to-back calls until dinner. yes, you heard that right. i had to deal with wearing very obvious pj pants to work.

i was mortified.

before i continue i should point out i lived with the in laws at this point. so when i went home, they were out and i’d left my key. day went from bad to worse. i had to try and squeeze my little arse through the dog flap in the back door. the poor dog looked awfully confused. i managed to snag the key and let myself in and finally dress appropriately.

ever since then i always double check that i am fully dressed before leaving the house.

#comatosesoldier #( ✉ ) – email sent ☾ answered ask ☽

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milliebeeweasel · 7 years ago

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Draco Sinister: Still a Better Time Travel Story than The Cursed Child

A while ago, I read Draco Dormiens, the fanfic famous for propelling Cassie Claire into BNF-dom, and for being a terrifying Frankenstein’s monster of plagiarism. My masochistic streak kicked in again, and I decided to try the sequel, Draco Sinister: a tale of dumb love triangles, Shakespearean Wormtail and ignoring Voldemort for 900 pages.

The fic starts when Draco wakes from a nightmare, and struggles to decide who to tell about it, before settling on writing to Hermione … in exactly the same way as Harry wakes up from a nightmare at the start of Goblet of Fire and writes to Sirius. Yeah. The plagiarism starts that early.

Harry and Draco are spending the summer at an unnamed Magid school (and yes, it remains unnamed for the whole fic), where Fleur Delacour is also a student/Magid. Weird Canon Divergence #1: Fleur here is not described as having veela heritage. She is a veela. Because Cassie Claire only skimmed the Harry Potter books . Also Lupin teaches at this school, because the whole drama about him being unveiled as a werewolf apparently didn’t matter in Cassie’s world.

Anyhoo, Draco got this fancy sword at the end of Draco Dormiens during the epic bitchfight with Lucius. It’s all green and sparkly, and totes belonged to Salazar Slytherin (because if Godric Gryffindor got a sword, Slytherin did too, apparently). But Harry’s hella suspicious of it and convinces Draco to let Lupin take the sword and make sure it’s not, like, cursed as all get out.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away at the Burrow, Hermione’s chilling with Ron and Ginny when she gets Draco’s letter. She merrily writes back to him and Harry, before receiving another letter from Victor Krum.

Because the love triangle in Draco Dormiens wasn’t infuriating enough. Now we need to toss Krum in the mix.

She agrees to meet Krum in Diagon Alley. Yeah. I’m sure this’ll shake out fine.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away at Magid school, Draco wakes up in the night again, this time because a demon has broken into his and Harry’s dormitory looking for the sword.

Weird Canon Divergence #2: despite JKR’s efforts to keep the afterlife vague and mysterious, Cassie whacks a Christian Hell into Draco Sinister a la Buffy the Vampire Slayer, complete with fire and brimstone. O … OK?

Harry and Draco banter with the demon for a while, but since Lupin currently has the sword they can’t exactly hand it over (and Draco doesn’t want to because, you know, Draco Malfoy). Eventually the demon decides fuck it, and tells Draco to keep the damn sword because it’s cursed as all get out anyway, and promptly disappears. Lupin works out the sword is a Living Blade, meaning it has a mind of its own and that mind is kitten-murdering evil, and Harry’s like, ‘Mate I told you that sword was cursed as all get out,’ and Draco’s like, ‘Shut up I still want it.’

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away at Diagon Alley, Hermione promptly loses both Ron and Ginny and talks to Victor Krum alone. Because of course. When she comes back, she says screw Harry, she’s madly in love with Krum now and is going to run away with him to Bulgaria.

Well that didn’t take long.

Back at Magid school, Harry receives a letter from Hermione informing him of her newest true love, at which he has a full on meltdown, smashing everything in the vicinity with his Magid powers until Draco yells, ‘Oh hell nah, we did not go through all this love triangle bullshit for Hermione to run off with Krum, something is up,’ and slaps some sense into Harry, a scene which essentially ends in Lupin running in screaming, ‘WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING MOTHERFUCKERS?’

And I wish that was the last My Immortal comparison I’d find in this fic.

They get Fleur Delacour to seduce Lupin out of his office (I threw up in my mouth a little), before breaking in so Draco can nab his cursed sword back. Lupin’s locked it in an unbreakable case, but Draco deliberately pisses Harry off until his Magid rage comes back and smashes the case open. This is the first of several times they use enraged Harry to break shit, a trope I will henceforth refer to as Incredible Hulk Harry.

Harry and Draco team up with Ron and Ginny, and march up to Krum’s hotel room in London. But Krum’s like, ‘Oh, Hermy-ninny? I haffn’t seen her, but then I don’t remember literally any of yesterday except someone yelling “Imperio” at me.’

Luckily for the gang, Draco gave Hermione his epicyclical charm—that ugly ass necklace Lucius had in Draco Dormiens that contained Draco’s life force or whatever. So Draco can use that like a homing beacon to find Hermione. Also Harry has another mini meltdown because he’s so glad Hermione does love him after all

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away Hermione wakes up locked in a tower. Wormtail walks in and she’s like, ‘Aha, I should’ve known this was Voldemort’s doing!’ but Wormtail goes, ‘Nah, I got a bitchin’ new master now, check it out,’ and in walks motherfucking Salazar Slytherin.

Hermione understandably freaks the fuck out, not least because apparently Slytherin thought it’d be fashionable to get the Dark Mark tattooed on BOTH HIS CHEEKS. Yeah. Like Star Butterfly’s lil’ hearts.

He tells Hermione the Dark Mark was actually totes his idea, and Voldemort’s basically just a DeviantArt thief. Then he shows Hermione a tapestry of the Hogwarts founders, who look suspiciously like Hermione (Ravenclaw), Harry (Gryffindor), Ginny (Hufflepuff) and Draco (Slytherin).

The fic continues to spiral wildly into insanity as Slytherin announces Hermione is the Heir of Rowena Ravenclaw, who he was in love with until she ditched him for Gryffindor. But that’s OK because Slytherin has a handy dandy love potion to force Hermione to love him 5ever! Wormtail blindfolds Hermione and makes her chug the potion, and says she will fall in love with the first person she sees once the potion kicks in. Like a baby duck!

Side note: why does everyone, including the villains, want to sleep with Hermione?

So at this point I’m side-eyeing the fic furiously, because I can sense incoming love triangles like cats can sense earthquakes. Cast your bets who she falls in love with. (No, it’s not Wormtail.)

Halfway to Hermione (a great band name), Harry and co. are attached by dementors. Draco falls off his broom and breaks his leg, so while Ron and Ginny look for help, Harry teaches Draco the patronus charm.

Draco’s patronus is a dragon. Because of course it is.

Ron and Ginny happen to find Charlie Weasley, who happens to be in England and not Romania and happens to have a hoard of dragons with him and happens to have plenty of healers to fix Draco’s leg. Of course! He patches them up, shows them his dragons (not a euphemism) and lets them nance on to save Hermione.

Except Ginny.

Ginny’s not allowed to go.

Weird Canon Divergence #3: Ginny’s characterisation. Hindsight is 20/20 when you’ve read Order of the Phoenix, and I know the Draco Trilogy started before that. But still, reading Ginny Weasley, the quidditch champion, queen of bat bogey hexes, tomboy badass as a ‘girl’s girl more interested in boys and make up’ /stroppy teenager from hell is just … wrong. She acts, and is treated, much younger than the other characters, despite the pretty minimal age gap. I had 15 year-old friends when I was 16. The maturity level was not that different.

ANYWAY. Harry, Ron and Draco march up to this old castle in the woods, but it’s all locked up and guarded, so Draco’s like, ‘Well everyone pretty much still thinks I’m a Death Eater anyway, so why don’t I go in and let you in after?’ And Harry says, ‘Good idea,’ and Ron says, ‘Actually I’m also still 90% convinced you’re a Death Eater,’ but Draco goes in regardless.

He runs into a bunch of veelas, who fawn hilariously over him and reveal Weird Canon Divergence #4: veelas in the Draco Trilogy are straight-up bonafide dark creatures, who seduce men and then fucking eat them. Like a praying mantis.

Why not?

The veela tell Draco he’s defo got some veela heritage in him, before waltzing off, presumably to seduce and eat some men who aren’t related to them. Draco decides fuck Harry and Ron, and goes off to rescue Hermione on his own.

Hermione, also currently trying to escape, has a moment of mind-numbing stupidity and takes her blindfold off—and of course, sees Draco Malfoy.

It could’ve been Wormtail, Hermione.

He was in that castle.

WHY WOULD YOU TAKE THE BLINDFOLD OFF?

Hermione’s nearly as devastated as I am to discover the plot triangle Cassie killed at the end of Draco Dormiens has risen from its grave, and begs Draco not to tell Harry about the love potion. Because, you know, honesty isn’t that important in a relationship.

Weird Canon Divergence #4: love potions are illegal in the Draco Trilogy. I actually approve of this, because it’s always kind of boggled my mind how literal mind-control date rape drugs are A-OK in JKR’s world. Good job, Cassie, I guess?

Draco and Hermione leg it out the castle, but Slytherin blocks their way. He’s surprisingly chill, though, considering his whole love potion plan is now utterly fucked—he essentially pats Draco on the head and says, ‘Go get ‘em champ,’ before letting them out the door.

Suspicious as hell, but whatever.

Hermione sees Harry outside and flies into his arms, because apparently the love potion hasn’t cancelled out her love for Harry. Because otherwise the love triangle couldn’t continue! Then they all toddle back to Charlie’s dragon camp, and THEN.

Draco.

In leather pants.

YES IT HAPPENS.

(For those who don’t know, Draco in Leather Pants is a trope coined specifically from this fic, referring to bad boy characters who are really good at heart, but struggling with an inner turmoil because they might be kinda evil. Like Spike from Buffy. Except Spike was well written.)

Anyway, Ginny sees Draco in leather pants, and her ovaries basically leap into her throat and throttle her. She tells Hermione she fancies Draco now, and not ten minutes later she catches Hermione and Draco snogging the shit out of each other. Because love triangles. Painful, painful love triangles.

Ginny’s mad as hell, but for some reason also agrees not to tell Harry about the love potion, and they all jet back to Malfoy Manor, aka Sirius and Narcissa’s house. Because yes, in case you forgot, Sirius/Narcissa is a thing in this fic. And they are engaged. Making Harry and Draco soon to be brothers. Sort of.

Hermione hits the books looking for love potion cures and they send a letter to Snape asking for help, figuring Snape will at least help Draco if not the rest of them. Meanwhile, Draco visits Daddy Dearest in prison, who tells him being good is dumb, Malfoys are always evil, and Draco is destined to murder the shit out of Harry and become either Slytherin or Voldemort’s minion. Then, shortly after Draco leaves, Lucius summons demons in his cell and accidentally blows himself the fuck up.

Good job, Lucius.

All the love potion research comes up nil, and they find the only way to end it is for either Draco or Hermione to die. Then Harry finds out about the love potion after all and has another Incredible Hulk meltdown.

Draco, who by now is living through Draco Malfoy and the Terrible, Horrible, Very Bad, No Good Day, takes the epicyclical charm/ugly ass necklace off Hermione, kisses her, probably insults her, and shoots away on his Firebolt. Not his Nimbus 2001, because apparently Cassie forgot what broom Draco has.

I won’t lie, a good chunk of the middle of this fic is a blur, but it involves:

Sirius and Lupin having 10x the chemistry of Sirius and Narcissa

Slytherin’s Evil McNasty sword trying to make Draco kill Harry, and also refusing to be thrown away like goddamn Three Wolf Moon

Ginny exploring a quarry underneath the Burrow and finding Fred and George’s porn stash

Draco getting a will-strengthening potion off Snape so he can fight the temptation to murder Harry, and discovering Snape’s heart-print pyjamas and beautiful singing voice

Draco making out with Fleur, because why not?

Sirius, Lupin and Snape going to St Mungo’s because a ~mysterious dark wizard~ killed Cornelius Fudge and put Dumbledore in a coma

Neville giving Draco a concussion

Harry and Hermione doing lots of kissing and not much else

An illustration of Snape and Malfoy in which Snape has a fucking evil goatee

Arthur fucking Weasley is announced as the new Minister of Magic

Draco appearing at the Burrow to apologise for being a dickweasel to Ginny, and then making out with her as well

Harry appears outside the Burrow to try and talk sense into Draco, but Draco’s will strengthening potion runs out and he stabs Harry in the chest. Luckily, Harry isn’t really Harry, but a magic projection thing, and the real Harry is chilling in bed back at Malfoy Manor courtesy of some spell I can’t remember well enough to explain.

Regardless, Wormtail chooses this moment to pop up and … Christ on a bike, Wormtail is without doubt the single worst written character in this entire godforsaken fanfic.

See what I mean? It sounds NOTHING LIKE Wormtail. Although I’ve never seen that dialogue before, my suspicion is it’s nicked from something else. When I said I read Draco Dormiens with constant paranoia, this is what I meant. Some dialogue’s out of character, or the style changes for a few paragraphs, and the alarm bells just won’t stop ringing.

Wormtail demands Draco come and work for Slytherin, and Draco refuses, so Wormtail reveals his shiny new arm-sword and they have a scrap, until Wormtail pushes Draco in the river and drowns him.

Wormtail vanishes, and Draco gets to have a fun time in Purgatory nattering with Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, and also Harry’s parents, while Ron and Ginny drag Draco out the river. Harry makes Ron perform mouth-to-mouth on Draco because boys kissing is hil-arious!

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away at Malfoy Manor, Hermione knows instantly that Draco’s died because she feels the love potion break. She panics and runs for Sirius, but finds him a wee bit occupied with Lupin, who’s turned into a werewolf because Slytherin is Calling all the dark creatures to come join him. Luckily, Hermione found this funky silver necklace, which turns out to be a lycanthe, which repels werewolves, and also does whatever other plot-helpful Cassie needs for a given chapter.

They lock up Lupin safely, and also manage to lock up the demon that attacked Draco right at the beginning of the fic in the cell right next to him. So you know. He’ll have a friend.

Harry wakes up and tells Hermione to chill, because Draco is alive thanks to Ron’s CPR, and they zip to the Burrow together to celebrate with Jesus!Draco. Then we get Moment I Unironically Enjoyed #1: Ron offering to teach Draco to play chess. D’aww.

We get some flashbacks via Draco and Hermione’s dreams, and learn that Slytherin got all his power from Hell, and also his bitchin’ ass sword, which he was meant to give back but has somehow wangled his way out of it until now (thus the pissed-off demon in the Malfoy Manor basement). Also he created werewolves, veelas, basilisks and a shit tonne of other dark creatures, which he refers to as ‘experiments’ like a mad scientist. Hermione reads a bunch of books about Slytherin and tries to tell Harry and Ron about this magic orb Slytherin has that either unleashes all his powers or kills him or probably both, but they’re like, ‘Yawn, boring,’ because of course they wouldn’t be interested in information about the villain they are supposed to be fighting against in this fic GDI.

Anywhoo, the group all chill out until Salazar Slytherin kicks in the door, like ‘GRANDMA, IT’S ME, ANASTASIA’ and kidnaps Harry and Draco, leaving the others behind because meh.

At this point, I’d like to take a brief break from the plot to address a question I kept asking myself throughout the entire fic:

What the fuck is Voldemort doing all this time?

He’s nowhere. Wormtail makes vague assertions he might be dead, but Slytherin later says he’s alive. Voldemort’s return in canon is the turning point of Harry Potter. It changes everything. Hogwarts isn’t safe anymore. The children have to grow up. Characters die. But in the Draco Sinister, Voldemort’s fobbed off like he’s unimportant or uninteresting. Characters keep crying ‘Slytherin is far worse than Voldemort!’, which might make sense if Cassie had killed off Voldemort in Draco Dormiens, and needed a bigger, badder villain for the sequel. But she didn’t. Voldemort is still out there. Twiddling his thumbs. Knitting jumpers for Nagini ,for all we know.

OK. OK, back to the fic.

So, Narcissa has a natter with the demon in the basement, who reveals that yep, the demons want the sword back from Slytherin, but Slytherin has to return it by his own hand. Otherwise, the demons will have to take a descendant of Slytherin blood has repayment. Handily, it turns out Harry and Draco both have Slytherin heritage, so now Slytherin has a choice. Good for him.

Hermione’s lycanthe activates GPS mode, and takes them into the quarry underneath the Burrow, where Ginny says she had another older brother who drowned. Seems like a weird, shoe-horned in detail now, and that’s because it kind of is. After some puzzles, they discover a time turner that used to belong to Hufflepuff. Since Ginny is the reincarnation of Hufflepuff or whatever, she gets the time turner.

You may be wondering why the boys get swords and the girls get necklaces. And I’m sure Cassie Claire has a good explanation for that.

But I don’t.

So, Harry and Draco wake up locked in a big adamantine cell. Adamantine is basically Cassie’s Magid kryptonite, meaning they’re basically stuffed. They argue for a bit about whether Draco is gay, ending in Draco giving Harry hair care tips because this fic is weird, and then for the lols, Draco decides to teach Harry how to fence.

Now, I’m not an expert on sword fighting. I know a bit. But one thing I know for sure?

You cannot fence with swords made in the Dark Ages.

Fencing foils are lightweight, thin and poky, made for stabbing your enemy so full of holes he bleeds to death. Swords in the Dark Ages were whacking great bludgeons with sharp edges, made for separating limbs from bodies. They were heavy bastards; they were not made for lunging and poking and riposte-ing.

You cannot fence. With a sodding broadsword.

While Harry and Draco are having their ridiculous and physically impossible sword fight, the cell door opens and Fleur Delacour walks in like, ‘I’m here to rescue you, bitches!’ Harry doesn’t trust her because she’s ‘boy crazy’ (a trait of every female character in this fic, so hardly a reason for distrust) but regardless they follow her outside.

She leads them through the famously plagiarised nightmare grass scene, and then underground to a locked door. Draco gets Harry to Incredible Hulk the door open by informing him his dead parents are stuck in Purgatory, after which Fleur betrays them and leaves them to get eaten by a manticore.

Harry and Draco kill the manticore, getting Harry utterly soaked in manticore blood in the process. Like, ‘took a bath in blood’ kind of soaked. Slytherin shows up, and in Moment I Unironically Enjoyed #2, Harry yells, ‘We killed your monster and we’re not sorry!’ and Slytherin says, ‘Well, duh, that’s what I wanted you to do.’

Slytherin sends Harry back to the dungeons but keeps Draco to be his evil minion, then hacks open the manticore and pulls his magic orb out of its stomach (um … you might wanna wash that off, bud). But now he needs all the Hogwarts founders’ Heirs to touch the orb so he can get his power back. Or die? The fic never seemed decided on whether opening the orb was a good thing or a bad thing. Both sides seemed to want it to happen, and also to not happen.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, Ron, Hermione and Ginny use the time turner to go to the Dark Ages, during the original war with Slytherin. They meet wee Ben Gryffindor, Godric’s twelve-year-old son, and Rowena Ravenclaw, who is dying. Rowena initially refuses to speak to Ron because he’s not an Heir, at which point I started screeching incomprehensibly, because that’s not how heirs work. If anything, Bill should be Hufflepuff’s heir. Definitely not Ginny, the youngest sibling.

But no, Heir is Cassie Claire’s dumb way of saying “reincarnation”, and eventually Ravenclaw lets Ron in anyway and tells him that, as a seventh son, he’s totes psychic.

If you just counted the Weasley brothers on your fingers, don’t worry, I did the same. I also got to six, got annoyed, and then remembered that extra brother Cassie shoehorned in who drowned. I guess you got me, Cassie. Bravo.

Wee Ben Gryffindor takes the gang to Slytherin’s castle, and lets them in the adamantine cell. Ginny uses the time turner to take them back to the future …

… Where Slytherin is having a whale of a time psychologically torturing Draco. He has his own Mirror of Erised dealie, which shows you ‘who you truly are’. Draco sees his whole ancestral line of unapologetic dickfucks and realises he can never be truly Good™. Slytherin also gives Draco the Dark Mark, because FASHION, then sticks him in a room with Fleur Delacour and tells them to get it on, because apparently he invented veela for the sole purpose of procreation and I just threw up in my mouth again.

Draco and Fleur do not get it on. Draco does what any sensible person would do in this situation: orders cocktails and gets thoroughly shitfaced.

See the thing is, Draco’s whole tortured evil/good dilemma would be a lot more compelling in this fic if he actually had to overcome something besides teenage angst bullshit. The fic separates everything into pure Good and Evil, states that Harry and Hermione are just naturally good, and the Malfoy family are just naturally bad, and that’s it. But that’s not how morality works.

Real people have good traits and bad traits, and in fiction, overcoming those bad traits is how redemption arcs happen. For Draco’s redemption to be rewarding, we need to see him overcome a character flaw. But he doesn’t. He just Decides To Be Good.

SIGH.

So Hermione, Ginny and Ron pop into the future, and find Harry sitting in the adamantine cell alone. And Harry’s like, ‘I guess Draco’s evil now?’ and they’re like, ‘I doubt it, this fic is literally named after him,’ but then the door opens and Hermione, Ron and Ginny all have to huddle under the invisibility cloak.

Draco comes in with Slytherin, gloats evilly for a bit, cuts Harry’s arm probably by accident, and nances off again. Ron and Hermione run out to free Harry, and realise Ginny’s missing because she ran after Draco.

Oh. BOY.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, Sirius gets a will-strengthening potion off Snape to cure his lover Lupin’s permanent-werewolf-ness, then they visit Godric’s Hollow to get Harry a magic scabbard that also used to belong to Godric Gryffindor. Happy Christmas, Harry. No more chopping your belt off every time you try to sheathe your sword.

(And yes, swords do basically replace wands in this fic. Magids can do wandless magic anyway. IDK. Cassie Claire just really hates wands, apparently.)

Sirius and Lupin break into Slytherin’s castle with a scene ripped from Buffy, and are swiftly separated as Lupin is shut in with the other werewolves, and Sirius, claiming to be a vampire, is dragged off to meet the new general of Slytherin’s armies.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, Draco, still pissed as a parrot, is chilling in his room when Ginny marches in. Then, in Moment I Unironically Enjoyed #3, Ginny proceeds to rip the sweet shit out of Draco Malfoy’s emo ass, because if he wants to be Good™, he can start by being less of a pussy and fixing his shit.

Draco kisses Ginny, and the whole thing is thoroughly ruined when Fleur reminds them she’s still in the room. Ginny assumes Draco is sleeping with Fleur (and pretty much anything on two legs); Draco does nothing to help this assumption; and Ginny magically sobers him up as revenge.

At this point, Draco’s called away to deal with some other shit, so Ginny talks to Fleur and finds out she’s not evil either, she’s just protecting her sister, blah blah blah. Fleur also gabbles more about how SUPER SCARY Slytherin is, like he made a whole army disappear once, and he can control his minion’s minds, and Ginny’s like ‘OK cool bye’ and uses her time turner to GTFO.

The other shit Draco has to deal with turns out to be Sirius, because Draco is apparently now head of Slytherin’s armies. For convoluted reasons, Draco has Sirius locked in the dungeon. For his own protection. Or something.

Then Draco runs off to rescue Harry with Hermione and Ron, but Slytherin catches them. He locks up Draco with Harry in the adamantine cell, and sends Hermione and Ron to the dungeons with Sirius. Lucky for them, Sirius has his magic pencils, which they get to work using to draw a door back to the adamantine cell. (Ron can draw in this fic. Ron the Psychic Artist, still better than Ron the Death Eater.)

In the adamantine cell, Slytherin makes Draco run Harry through with his sword, but it’s OK because manticore blood apparently makes you temporarily immortal, and Harry got drenched in it. Cassie actually points out that this is in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, which is great and all, but good writing would have still involved actually foreshadowing that shit in the fanfic. Then bunch of demons pop up to explain the whole contract with Hell Slytherin’s got going on, and to remind them they really, really need to get Slytherin to give that sword back by his own hand, or Hell will take one of them instead. Just to remind you. No pressure. The demons vanish as Hermione, Sirius and Ron get inside the room.

This is another part of the fic that I don’t 100% remember because there’s a lot of Scooby Doo style running about and getting separated and getting unseparated again, but it includes Sirius running to save his one true love Lupin and finding Fleur as well, Harry and Hermione winding up in an underground cavern with a bunch of merveela (yes, mermaid-veela) and Draco and Ron getting chased by dementors.

In the distant past, Ginny meets grown-up Ben Gryffindor, and convinces him to let her pinch his army and send them to the future. It turns out Slytherin didn’t make the army disappear—Ginny did.

So Cassie Claire understands how time turners work better than the people who wrote Cursed Child. Go figure.

Ginny pops into the future with her army, and in Moment I Unironically Enjoyed #4, rides in on a FUCKING DRAGON to rescue Ron and Draco from the dementors.

Sirius gets Lupin and the other werewolves out safe, who turn out to be … pretty adorable? They all just want to bake cakes and make bunting. Lupin stops them all going haywire by giving them Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans spiked with his will-strengthening potion, so they basically all wander off and make a drum circle somewhere for the rest of the fic. I don’t know.

Ron’s injured and thus out for the count, but Ginny and Draco charge back in the castle to rescue Harry and Hermione.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, Harry and Hermione find Slytherin’s orb and try to open it, because … ???

Well, the orb doesn’t open because they’re still missing the Hufflepuff and Slytherin Heirs, but Slytherin himself appears and promptly captures Harry and Hermione until Draco and Ginny show up, and also try to open the orb.

That’s all four Heirs, so Slytherin now becomes Super Saiyan Slytherin, laughs maniacally, and mind-controls Draco to toss Harry over to the demons. Draco has one last moment of pure emo dipshittery, until Harry, Hermione and Ginny collectively yell at him to get his shit together.

Draco chops off Slytherin’s hand, wraps his fingers around the sword, and tosses that at the demons. This would be a clever twist on the whole ‘give it back with his own hand’, except I read Avocado’s exposé and I know it’s stolen.

Oh well.

The demons take the sword, and for good measure also take Slytherin to Hell. Draco passes the fuck out while the castle collapses like Ganondorf’s dungeon at the end of Ocarina of Time, but they all escape ready to live happily ever after.

At this point, I looked warily at the word count.

Draco Dormiens wasted half a fic on sodding love triangles long after the plot was over. Draco Sinister is way longer, and I was honestly dreading slogging through the miles of shipping at the end of this fic.

But actually, Cassie was merciful. The end of the fic is one chapter, featuring Harry’s birthday, for which Sirius basically throws together a freaking Gatsby Party. I guess he realised he had access to the Malfoy vault all of a sudden. For some reason I cannot fathom, Snape is invited to this party. Unfortunately, it doesn’t end with him getting shot in the swimming pool.

Harry and Hermione smooch. Ron makes out with a veela … which … not a great idea, considering they’re still literal man-eaters, but whatever I guess. Draco and Ginny do some romance, but it’s interrupted.

By Enoby Raven Dark’ness Dementia Way.

I’m not kidding.

Well I kind of am.

But not really.

She’s pale, and black-haired, and wearing a corset, and she introduces herself as Draco’s cousin, Rhysenn Malfoy. And immediately invites him to stick his hand down her top.

She gives Draco Lucius’s signet ring, and also a message from Lucius, which essentially reads, ‘Not dead, ur lame. Thnx 4 killing slytherin tho, voldy sends love and kisses.’

Because apparently Voldemort has finished knitting Nagini’s sodding jumper.

Draco runs into Dumbledore, now recovered from his coma, who tells him not to worry about Voldemort, because that’s Harry’s job. He also says Draco did a good job resisting Slytherin’s mind-control because of love. I suspect Dumbledore whips this explanation out for anything he doesn’t know the answer to. What happened to Amelia Earhart? Love. What’s with the Bermuda Triangle? Love. What’s the answer to life, the universe and everything? IDK, probably love. Or 42.

Dumbledore also says Slytherin lied about that magic mirror—it actually shows your greatest fears, not your true self. So Draco totes has every chance to be Good™ after all.

Draco heads back to the party, and he and Harry agree to be frenemies next year, and … that’s the end of the fic.

When I read Draco Dormiens, I couldn’t understand how Cassie Claire became a BNF. Draco Dormiens was bad. Bad characters, bad plot, bad writing, bad, bad, bad.

The first half of Draco Sinister is bad. Dredging the Harry/Hermione/Draco love triangle back up with a love potion is dumb. Voldemort just pissing off doing nothing for the whole fic is dumb. Every line of dialogue given to Wormtail is dumb. The dozens upon dozens of lines lifted from Blackadder, Red Dwarf and various other sources, regardless of whether they’re in-character or suit the mood or the scene or the setting, are infuriatingly dumb.

But about halfway through the fic, it’s like Cassie got her act together.

I don’t know if this is because halfway through the fic, Cassie was banned from FFN for plagiarism. I don’t know—she still uses quotes all the way through, but possibly doesn’t lean so heavily on them. Maybe it’s because she realised an actual plot was more interesting than constant angst romance. But for whatever reason, it got better.

And I want to read Draco Veritas now. Not just to look at a trainwreck, but because I’m kind of invested. But when I do, I will spork the hell out of it.

#cassie claire #draco sinister #spork #draco trilogy

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"I'm not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too."

deathless. no longer accepting.

IT’S A PERFECTLY NORMAL, ALL AMERICAN SETTING: perfect, plastic suburbia in the middle of NEON SCREENS and dusty control panels that might have been sleek in nineteen eighty three. THERE SHE SITS! AN ALL AMERICAN HOUSE WITCH. Perfectly coiffed curls and that perfect little dress; bland, directionless writing where only half the jokes landed. TEPID TELEVISION! Undetected by censors and good, old fashioned, WHOLESOME family fun that played into the great machine of the AMERICAN DREAM. Sitting pretty, sitting perfectly peachy keen ( THE AMERICAN HOUSE WIFE MUST HAVE A SMILE ON, FOR WHO KNOWS WHAT WILL COME HER WAY! ) red, red gash of a mouth curling upwards into a too tight, too wide smile that was all teeth. Come now, dinner is served: I’ve made advertisements for you, I’ve made pictures and faces and what do you do? Fucking spit on it. A twitch of that spastic plastic; heels meeting linoleum soundlessly and the static hums behind her. WHAT DID THE WORLD SAY? OH, YES. NO WITCHCRAFT! Can’t have the children getting any ideas, now can we? Only Christian values here, yes ma’am, yes sir! “You’re all grown up, sweetheart?” Syrupy sweet and SICKENING; a plastic, cold thing in the stead of MOTHERLY LOVE and her smile grows wider, silicone twisting, warping under the strain and until it crack, crack, cracked and SPLIT. Somewhere, a showrunner was told ‘ FUCK YOUR BUDGET. ’ Somewhere, an influencer just wasn’t quite pulling in enough ad revenue. Somewhere, a star sat down and heard the dreaded phrase: ‘ WE ARE NOT RENEWING YOUR CONTRACT. ’ “Why, it seems like only yesterday I watched you toddle about. Needing my hand to hold, listening to me – And why, you say you’ve even learned magic? Oh, sweetheart! Why didn’t you tell me? I’VE ALWAYS WANTED ANOTHER WITCH IN THE FAMILY.” Her laughter is grating, hiccuping; tinted with static and the sound warps, jaw opening more, more – oh, just a little more — skin craaaaaaaaaaaacking apart and the scent of an electrical fire filled the air; rocket fuel and coolant oozing out upon that perfectly powdered skin and she pats it back into place with the help of that handy dandy cathode ray. “Would you like to see some of mine? Oh, would you, sweetheart? Let’s see if mommy still has it!” A TRADEMARKED WIGGLE OF THE NOSE; complete with jaunty little sound effects and animated stars twinkling. PAUSE AND HOLD FOR EFFECT! Smile plastered on and Black Briar’s screen flickers; two pairs of dead-eyes sweeping to rest upon it. WHAT CHANNEL ARE WE ON? Faces, voices: WE HAVE RECEIVED REPORTS OF – bzzt! POLICE ARE ADVISING – bzzt! LOCK YOUR DOORS – bzzt! REMAIN CALM! bzzt! STAY WHERE YOU ARE – bzzt! Faster, faster, faster; blurring, whirring through until all became one and a hundred anchors spoke with unified voice: LAW ENFORCEMENT ARE CALLING IT MASS HYSTERIA. PLEASE, STAY INSIDE. HELP IS ON THE WAY. There! Hold! FREEZE-FRAME: a mass brawl in the streets. Teeth tearing through throat, hands ripping limb from limb; blood on the asphalt, the grass; AGONY! PAIN! A twisted work of renaissance art and their eyes burn bright. The same look from the Witch Trials, the same look during the Inquisition, the Reformation, the Revolutions: MADNESS.

“You like what I’ve done with the place? I think it’s got flair, sweetheart!” Whirling around to face them; cold, lifeless hands clutching equally cold cheeks; face to face with another line of rogue programming and that smile still hasn’t slipped; gaze boring, drilling in; a thousand spotlights, a hundred cameras; the static pressing, pushing. IT’S ALL TEETH TO ME! Manicured finger extending to tap her nose and carefully, she leans in; brushes cold lips against her brow and leaves no mark behind; mouthpiece parted to speak in a cold whisper and it echoes: VOX POPULI, VOX DEI. “You keep taking the intellectual property of the network, and I just might have to axe that cute little face of yours.”

#media vc: oh that's real cute sweetie. REAL fucking cute.#tw: body horror //#tw: violence #Oh They're Mad.#sometimes i look at what i write and im like #what in the SHIT I S this #newfngled #📺❝ THE SCREEN HAS ALL THE ANSWERS ! ( answered. )#📺❝ ( verse. ) PUT A PILLOW OVER THAT FEELING. BEAR DOWN. SMOTHER IT !

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Loving a trickster

A/N: This is the second part of my trickster series. This takes place after the end of “Dating a Trickster.” (so if you haven’t read that you may want to so it makes more sense). Also you will see a character from my Angels series, Emilia.

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Numb

It was the only word Priscilla could use to describe her feelings. It had been almost three long years since she had left Gabriel. She had tried to move on with her life and forget everything she once held dear but it was hard. Nothing was the same. Priscilla wasn’t herself anymore. She was that stereotypical woman in all the movies that couldn’t let go of an ex.

Yet somehow, she did it. Priscilla annexed herself from anyone that had any knowledge of Gabriel. She no longer spoke with Dean, Sam, Castiel, or Emilia. Her heart broke thinking about her friends. Sam and Dean had blown her email, phone, any means of contacting her up begging to know where she was. Priscilla had warded any place she stayed against angels so she knew Cas and Emilia couldn’t get to her.

Priscilla’s heart hurt thinking about Emilia. From the moment that she and Gabriel had become a couple that female angel had been her best friend. She wasn’t like Gabriel of Castiel. Instead, she was perky and could make Priscilla smile even at the worst of times. When Gabriel “died” it had been Emilia who had come to comfort her. Cas had come too but he wasn’t really comfortable with human emotion and offered a simple “there there.” It hurt Priscilla knowing she was hurting Emilia during all of this. However, Priscilla knew if she told Emilia where she was Emilia would have to tell Gabriel.

About 3 months after she left it had been Cas and Emilia who had almost caught up with her. Priscilla had been in a small town just outside of Nashville, TN and was getting ready to leave when she saw a familiar trench coat. Jumping behind a pillar and holding a medallion that would ward angels as well, Priscilla watched them from afar.

Emilia stood at Cas’ side, her small hand locked in his as Cas looked around. Priscilla’s heart ached looking at her friends. They both looked clearly worried not to mention exhausted. Emilia’s pretty eyes looked close to tears as they looked through the registry of residents on the mailing list.

“She isn’t here.”

She whispered sadly. Cas sighed before gently pulling her to him.

“We’ll find her.”

It would only take a word from Priscilla and she could make her presence be known. Cas and Emilia could take her home and everything be right as rain again. However, that meant Priscilla would have to face Gabriel as well too. Instead, of going to her friends she turned and went the other direction.

Priscilla had spent the past few years moving from place to place. She wouldn’t stay anywhere too long. For the past 3 months she had been living in NYC and it seemed like it could be home. It was a large city and she could blend easily. If there was angels looking for her they would have a hard time.

“MAMA!”

Priscilla’s thoughts were interrupted when she turned to look at the toddler who was sitting on the floor across the small kitchen. That was the other reason Priscilla hadn’t reached out to Gabriel….Their son, Liam sat waiting for his pancakes with an impatient expression on his tiny face. An expression that clearly resembled his father Gabriel. Liam looked like Gabriel in so many ways. He had his golden eyes, smile, and hair. Like is father also, the baby had minimal patience.

“Just a minute baby.”

Priscilla said softly as she finished cutting up the cooling pancakes. She felt guilty about keeping Liam from Gabriel. The child deserved to know his father and know what he was. There was also the fact that Liam was showing some of Gabriel’s powers. In time he would wonder what in the world was causing him to do such things and Priscilla would have to explain to him the truth of what he was.

Pushing the thoughts from her head for now, Priscilla carefully picked the toddler up not realizing that Liam had scraped the pain on one of the warding symbols with the broom.

“I guess someone is hungry.”

She giggled as Liam started shoving pancakes into his mouth before giving his mother a litle grin.

“You look so much like your father.”

Priscilla thought sadly as she went back to tidying up the apartment’s living room. Maybe one day she would be able to move on from Gabriel but that day wasn’t anytime in the near future.

(Meanwhile)

Gabriel stood outside of Grand Central Station feeling like stomped over crap. He had felt like this since Priscilla had left him or better yet he felt like this since he faked his own death trying to give her a normal life. He felt better for one day and that was the day they made love. The day he thought everything was going to be all right and he would have his soulmate back. Boy was he wrong!

He never expected to come home from seeing Castiel and Priscilla be gone. Gabriel never expected from the moment he read her good bye note for it to seem the rug had been yanked out from under him and there he was feeling like shit all over again. What he had expected was to get back to that hotel room and Priscilla be waiting for him. They could renew their love and things be the way they were.

Gabriel had spent the better part of the last three years trying to find any trace of his lover. Their bond was weakening and it was making him physically ill. Gabriel knew he had brought the majority of this on himself but he couldn’t help feeling betrayed. He was under the impression that Priscilla had forgiven him of his wrong doings. If she would have just told him that she was still unsure of his loyalty he would have sat down and done everything he could to convince her all was good. If she would just quiet warding every place she went against him maybe he could talk to her and straighten this mess out.

He was dedicated to their bond as soulmates and he wanted nothing more than to stay by her side forever. If it meant being a little bitch and apologizing constantly he was more than willing to take on that role for the moment.

Looking around the crowded terminal he couldn’t help wondering why he felt such an emotional tug to be here. Why did he come to this city anyway? Wondering around a bit Gabriel sighed feeling a little more irritated. As usual there was no sign on Priscilla here!

Walking through Central Park, he kept himself invisible to the mortals. He didn’t want to interact with them at the moment. Gabriel didn’t even want to go into trickster mode and cause some havoc, which was saying a lot about his current mood.

Everything changed however, when his eyes stopped on a little boy toddling after a ball. That feeling… made Gabriel freeze. His senses started going into hyper drive as the child stopped at his feet. Gabriel making himself visible, looked down at the child with wide eyes. This was his son. He had his eyes, hair, and was giving him the same mischievous expression that Gabriel wore 99% of the time.

For the moment Gabriel was unable to move or do anything but look at the toddler who was giving him a little grin.

“Liam!”

That voice! Gabriel looked up as Priscilla walked over freezing when she saw her ex boyfriend and son looking at each other.

“Gabriel.”

She whispered his name softly as if clearly not believing he was standing there. Gabriel looked from the child to his lover who looked almost afraid.

“Have something to tell me Princess?”

Priscilla swallowed. How did Gabriel find her? She had warded just like always did.

“You clearly did something wrong.”

Gabriel said coldly. Priscilla looked at him with a glare not wanting to admit how handsome he looked in those dark jeans. He was still the same handsome, smooth Gabriel without one hair out of place.

“Clearly.”

She said softly looking down to Liam who was looking between the two of them.

“So I knocked you up and you couldn’t even tell me? Sugar this is bad. You could have been in a lot of danger. Your luck my stupid brother Lucifer hasn’t found you yet.”

Priscilla looked away.

“He knows.”

Gabriel’s mouth fell.

“What?!”

Priscilla rubbed her right arm absentmindedly.

“I ran into him not long after I left…when I was pregnant. He knows your alive and didn’t seem to care about our son in the slightest. I think he was too busy feeling conflicted about killing you and now knowing your alive and tricked him wanting to kill you again. He just vanished.”

Gabriel frowned automatically knowing whatever happened with his brother wasn’t over.

“You should have called for me. I could have taken care of you.”

Priscilla frowned looking annoyed.

“Like you have in the past? You’ve done a right dandy job at it Gabriel.”

Gabriel crossed his arms over his chest.

“Its different now.”

Priscilla scoffed as she looked him over again.

“Why do you look so rough? Are you drinking again?”

Gabriel sighed.

“Well yes. There is also the fact our bound is making me feel like I got hit by a train and it just keeps running me over.”

Priscilla sighed.

“What bond? We have no bond Gabriel! That was some trick you pulled out of your ass to get me in bed with you. If I was your soulmate you wouldn’t have done me that way you have.”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow.

“How about how you’ve done me? Huh? I poured my soul out to you begging for you to take me back. (reaches down putting his hands over Liam’s ears) We have this mind blowing sex as passionate as its always been then you pack your crepe paper and leave town. Although I was extremely hurt by what you did…I understand. You had every right to be wary and I’m sorry I made you feel like you had to be. Priscilla I wasn’t joking about our bond that night I made love to you the first time. I’m bonded to you and what I’ve done to hurt you is hurting me back in return. If you wanted revenge this it. I never lied about loving you. I love you and now our son more than any creation in existence.”

Priscilla looked down at the ground before looking back up.

“While I don’t believe you entirely at the moment our son does need you. If you want to stay that is.”

Gabriel nodded.

“I’m not leaving you or him again. I don’t think this fiasco with my brother is over.”

Priscilla reached down picking up their son placing him in Gabriel’s arms.

“His name is Liam. Liam Gabriel.”

Gabriel’s golden eyes flickered to Priscilla.

“You gave him my name?”

Priscilla nodded.

“I wanted him to have something of you.”

Gabriel smiled kissing the little boys head before reaching down wrapping his hand around Priscilla’s.

“Come on lets get out of here.”

Over the next few weeks Gabriel got used to all of the things associated with being a father and couldn’t have been more in love with his son. It was his relationship with Priscilla however, that still hadn’t taken off. She was upfront right away that she was not rushing to jump back into a sexual relationship or even admit that she loved him. That didn’t stop Gabriel from doing everything he could to try to charm her. He would bring her roses every morning and call her every pet name under the sun even though her blue eyes would eye him suspiciously.

“My name is Priscilla.”

She would say in an annoyed voice.

“Sorry sugar….old habits…silly me there I go again.”

Gabriel would reply giving her that eye brow thing he did that used to her her in bed with him instantly before placing a series of kisses to her hand. Soon enough she gave up trying to get him to stop the flirtation and just dealt with it.

Even though Priscilla was playing hard to get she still couldn’t help but check Gabriel out whenever she got the chance. He had thankfully started to look more healthy after about a week and was back to his 100% charming self. Watching him play with their son made her yearning for him all the stronger. She knew all she would have to do was tell Gabriel she wanted him back. They would be bonded again and everything would be normal.

One morning Gabriel walked into the bedroom where Priscilla lay sleeping with Liam by her side. He smiled looking down at his lover and son. Gabriel smirked unsure when or how Liam got out of his crib. This had been his new trick…getting himself out of bed and going to his mother.

Gabriel loved watching Liam with Priscilla. He loved how the little boy would tangle his hands in his mother’s long hair before pressing butterfly kisses to her cheeks. There was also the times Liam refused to go to sleep unless he was snuggled against his mother’s chest with her stroking her fingers through his hair.

Watching them sleep was too peaceful for Gabriel. He leaned down pressing a soft kiss to Priscilla’s cheek. Gabriel walked away from the bed for a moment before grinning and leaping onto the bed making Priscilla jump awake. She looked at him like he had lost his mind while Liam sat up rubbing his little eyes.

“Gabriel you scared me to death! What time is it?”

“Little after 7”

Priscilla sighed as ran a hand through her messy hair as Liam crawled over to Gabriel and climbed onto his father’s lap.

“What is so important that you had to wake us up for? Ugh when Liam starts being a psycho later because he didn’t get enough sleep you dealing with him.”

Gabriel smirked.

“I was bored. Also I talked to Emilia and Castiel. They are going to be coming by later. They both seemed pretty shocked to hear I found you.”

Priscilla looked down.

“I’ve been hiding from everyone.”

Gabriel nodded.

“I got that drift. Well I’ll go get Liam ready while you do that getting pretty thing you do. Personally I like the bed look.”

Gabriel grinned when Priscilla gave him a horrified expression.

“I’ll take that as my cue to leave.”

@greenappleeyes

#Gabriel #gabriel the trickster #gabriel the archangel #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #SPN #spn fanfic #spn fandom

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