#drastically different ways. one of them was surrounded by people who didn't look and sometimes didn't act the part but ultimately meant

[fionnaskyborn]

current mood:

[loversj0y]

part one because it exceeded the character limit

Thank youuu for the ghostbur response. It read my mind (or my notesapp, rather)! I anonymized myself because I didn't know how ghostbur criticism would be received (since he is VICIOUSLY defended sometimes) but you share my opinion!!!I  think that Ghostbur kind of facilitated the polarization of Wilbur Soot after his death, especially for Tommy. In truth, L’manbur was no saint and Pogbur was no villain, but it’s hard for Tommy to view it that way after Wilbur’s down spiral and death. He would have already deified L’manbur because he’s already associated with much more positive memories, and Wilbur's drastic change in Pogtopia* would have left him a little traumatized at how different his family member/close friend had become, leading him to shift his focus more on happier times (and try to reclaim them, through trying to win back L’manburg and the version of Wilbur he seemed to have lost). Compared to Pogbur, L’manbur seemed like a saint. L’manbur began to symbolize that safety, that kindness that had suddenly “vanished” from Pogtopia Wilbur. And then, of course, that “new” version of Wilbur blows up L’Manburg and any hopes of reclaiming that stability. Tommy would not easily accept that the Wilbur who did all of this is the same as the beloved President Soot. *Pogtopia WIlbur’s change wasn’t that drastic, actually.  Wilbur was canonically a little unstable/stressed during the presidential era, but never opened up to anyone– especially not Tommy, who looked up to him. So to an outsider, Wilbur’s descent looked like an almost sudden collapse. But then Ghostbur is added to the mix. He isn’t L’manbur, not at all, because even L’manbur had suffered and grown as a result (Eret’s betrayal, etc etc), but he’s the closest thing to the Wilbur from the happier memories. He isn’t Wilbur BEFORE the suffering, but he’s Wilbur if the suffering never happened. And Tommy, having just lost a brother figure and been exiled a second time, isn’t going to try to make that distinction. When he or anyone else asks Ghostbur why Alivebur did what he did and Ghostbur can’t answer, Tommy relents– and at that point, Ghostbur no longer is a way to heal from Wilbur's death, he becomes a means for escapism. It’s not Ghostbur’s fault, he doesn’t mean to have this effect on anyone, but it doesn’t mean that he didn’t cause it. You hear this polarization in what Tommy tells Tubbo when they’re going to attack Dream for the last time (in the Final Waltz SAD-ist animatic): “ You know the OLD Wilbur? Let’s make him proud.” ...But there really isn’t an OLD or NEW Wilbur at all. Wilbur has always been Wilbur, yet everyone seems to subconsciously separate “L’manbur” and “Pogbur” into two completely different people. The Saint and the Devil. When Revivebur comes back, he isn’t L’Manbur OR Ghostbur. Revivebur is different, different from what Tommy remembers L’Manbur to be, and Ghostbur is gone because of his return.  

this is such a good analysis

i will say i dont think ghostbur ruined c!crimeboys, i think he was more of a symbol of one of my favorite themes in c!crimeboys which is change:

c!tommy as you mentioned does not like change, so much of his arc is surrounded by this air of things changing before he can really process them, and being forced to pick up the pieces, even though he wasnt the one who caused the change in the first place (this is where a lot of the parallels between him and jesse from breaking bad come in for me, because while he is not an innocent, he suffers the consequences of other people’s actions far too often, with barely anyone actually recognizing that he’s allowed to be upset over how unfair it is)

meanwhile c!wilbur wants change, but only change he can control. control is such a big thing for c!wilbur, and he wants to have control over as much as he can in order to protect those he loves, and often he has to change things to do this. however, change does not listen to someone in charge, which is the major struggle c!wilbur has, and often he creates consequences that tommy has to deal with (especially in the case of when he blew up l’manburg) and in the end, its not something he can learn to accept, and thats why its his downfall (this is a big part of why he blew up l’manburg. he wanted the change, he wanted the control over what he created, but the change wasnt the change he wanted and controlled

so this is the constant strife with c!crimeboys: they are always moving in different directions. c!wilbur embraces change that he controls while c!tommy tries to deny change because its how he feels in control. neither of them really have control over anything, but tommy is the only one who can really accept this, even if he doesnt want to.

so to me, this is what ghostbur symbolizes. he symbolizes the opposite of what c!wilbur is because he can never change, and he cant feel in control of anything. so c!tommy gets a very altered view of c!wilbur because of ghostbur and the way he allows him to cling onto a past that doesnt actually exist, and it largely symbolizes this constant fight they have. they’re brothers, but they’re destined to be each other’s downfall if they actually remain with each other

[dododan]

Forgotten Perseverance - Chapter 8

Masterpost

Prologue Previous

In a larger group than Katharina had anticipated, they headed to the ice rink. They were supposed to spend a really nice day, but unfortunately nothing went their way. The hatred of people was worse than Kath initially thought, and despite Dr. Gaster's words that she was safe here, she began to doubt it more and more. Will they be able to save the day despite these unpleasant events?

 Sometimes thing don't go our way. Life often shows that our plans can change drastically.  Our trip looked completely different than we imagined.  

Bratty and Catty were afraid of me. They didn't cover it up in any way. They were looking at me blankly. As soon as we made eye contact, they slightly shuddered, grabbing each other's hands.  On occasion, they didn't stop whispering. Either they spoke very quietly that I didn't understand them, or they spoke that ancient language of monsters. I sighed. It reminded me of my middle school days, where schoolmates would whisper among themselves and torment each other. Their last opportunity to go wild and poison the lives of others with impunity.   

I didn't want to aggravate more the already tense situation. I preferred to ignore the two teenagers. I was greatly helped by Papyrus, who continually said something about the ice rink. I think he was the only one so excited about it that he didn't notice the heavy atmosphere around us. Alphys and Sans were behind us, also quietly talking among themselves. From time to time, the yellow lizard glared menacingly at the girls. This caused them to become silent, at least for a while. Nevertheless, it wasn't too pleasant a walk. We wandered along a path through the forest, and we were surrounded by various monsters. A pair of blue rabbits—one of them was older. Perhaps siblings. A trio of crocodiles. A pair of dogs. Quite an unusual sight for humans. To us, they are tales, or rather, they were. Now it's true. At least for me. I feel as if I became the heroine of some fantasy book.    

Although we all felt uncomfortable, but it was peaceful. Until a certain dog-monster decided to speak up.   

“What are you a traitor now!” shouted, or rather growled the monster dog. “You dare to bring a human here!”  

“Hey, Doggo,” began Sans, walking out in front of us. He looked at me out of the corner of his eye. I stepped back behind him.  “Calm down. We're just out for a walk. Nothing is happening.”   

“NOTHING?!” jumped Doggo, barking his fangs. “Have you forgotten what people did to us! What they did to my father!” The monster came dangerously close to the skeleton. “Or to yours!”  

“No, I have not forgotten,” replied Sans with stoic calm. ”Only she isn't guilty of that. She isn't warped.”   

I didn't really understand it. What does “warped” mean? Maybe it has something to do with the soul? Do bad deeds change the appearance of the soul? It's just that I didn't show it to them. I don't even know how to do that. Unless, when Mr. Gaster healed me, he could check her condition. Is that, why he trusted me? Perhaps…  

“Don't talk nonsense! At any moment she might do something like those people!” growled Doggo, this time coming up to me.   

He presented me with all his teeth. It was almost no different from the canines of an ordinary dog. Except that his incisors were three times bigger.  I felt my hair stand up on end. I felt a dryness in my mouth. I wonder if I would have been able to escape him, as if he had attacked me? Probably not.  

“Hey!” Sans shouted this time. For the first time since the beginning of this conversation…. argument? “If you want to fight, it's with someone who is your equal.” He added, cluttering up Doggo's path.  The monster dog teased the hair on the back of his neck in response.  

“Please don't argue,” Papyrus interjected into this “interesting” exchange of words. “Can't we talk calmly?”   

“Shut up, shithead,” growled Doggo, pushing the younger skeleton away. Papyrus lost his balance, falling to the ground. Nothing happened to him, but Sans. He “slightly” got angry.   

Well… I learned one thing from this action. Don't piss Sans off. His blue magic is quite impressive, and the bones appearing out of nowhere are infuriating. Glad Alphys was with us. She helped Papyrus get up from the ground. She grabbed his hand, not letting him move his brother to help. With her other hand, she grabbed me. She pulled both of us as far away as possible from the boys preparing to fight.  

“Let's go,” Alphys commanded.   

“But… “ Started Paps, but didn't have time to finish his sentence. The lizard woman acted quickly but thoughtfully.   

“Keep going as long as no one is paying attention to us,” added Alphys.   

I have to give her the right. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the crowd surrounding us. At first, they were focused on me. Everyone's attention was drawn to the boys, who were only minutes away from a fight. They measured each other with their eyes, waiting to see who would attack first. It was all my fault. Sans could get into serious trouble because of me. It was rather forbidden to just fight in the middle of the street. Maybe I shouldn't leave the house at all and just wait for Mr. Gaster to come up with something to send me home?   I knew what leaving was connected with. I should have been prepared for such situations, but I wasn't. Thinking about them is one thing, experiencing them is another. Alphys led us back to the town.  We were heading towards the skeleton house. When suddenly, Papyrus broke free from the lizard woman's grasp. He stood in front of us, clenching his hands into fists.   

“Why did you leave him behind?” he said reproachfully.   

He clenched his hands into fists, shaking. It looked like he was about to cry. It was hard for me to look at him in such a state. I wanted to do something, only seemingly what could I do?  It was all my fault. Guilt was eating me up from the inside.  

"We can't go back there," she crouched down, next to the boy. She gently touched his shoulder. "Your brother is extremely brave for defending our friend," she added. "If we go back there, we can only prevent him."   

I had a feeling that she was partly saying this to me as well.   

"But..." Papyrus continued trying to convince Alph.   

The girl silenced him with a hand gesture. The boy momentarily quieted down.  

"Now, we will go to your house," said the lizard woman, and then stood up. "Can you give me the keys?" Papyrus looked at Alphys. And she immediately understood what he meant. "Sans has them, is that right?" she replied resignedly. The youngster only nodded in response.  "Beautifully. What are we going to do now?" She said more to herself than to us. She began to look around, looking for some place to wait.   

"How about going to the library?" I asked. "We made an appointment there earlier with Sans."   

"It's closed. The librarian got sick," replied Alphys without even looking at me. "Therefore, I went with Bratty and Catty to the ice rink."   

"Is it bad that you left them there?" She asked uncertainly.   

The girls were children, maybe a little older than Papyrus. But I don't think they should be left unattended.  

“No” Alphys waved her hand at that. "They live nearby, and Snowdin is small enough that they won't get lost," she added, looking around. "I'm more puzzled about what we should do until Sans returns."  

"Then how about Netsu's?" I pointed with my head toward the only bar in the area. "Sans always praises their meals."   

Netsu's. The yellow neon sign caught the eye. It glowed with a bright light that reflected in the snow. Through the dark window, the slight outlines of figures could be seen.    

"That's a good idea. " Alphys said.  "There are usually guards sitting there, so no one should bother you," she finished, heading toward the bar.   

...  

Alphys entered the bar first. Cheerful chatter came from inside. The warm air enveloped us. It was pleasant to get at least a little warm.   

I tried not to look around too much. I had never been in a bar in my life. The entire building was made of wood along with the furnishings. Wooden tables full of monsters of various sorts. Rabbits, crocodiles, and many others that I couldn't for the life of me describe.  It's something you don't see every day. Further into the room stood a wooden bar. Behind it on the wall various spirits. I didn't associate any of the brands. Monsters make their own alcohol? All in all, why does it surprise me. Everyone has the right to do so. But the strangest thing was the blue flame behind the counter. In shape, he resembled a man. He was clad in a white shirt and a black vest. He waved his hands in all directions, mixing drinks. It resembled those tricks of bartenders. Only, the movements of his hands left behind a small flame, which disappeared after a while. To the left of the bar was the staircase to the floor. I wonder what's up there? Maybe some rooms for guests?   

I didn't have much time to think. Alphys dragged us to the farthest table in the corner of the room.  It was a little different here. No one was looking at me. They seemed interested only in themselves. I didn't count. I wonder which guards they are? Most of the monsters look like they can take quite a beating.   

"We should be safe here," replied Alphys.  

" Why?" I asked. "There are monsters here and there."   

"There are guards here." She said calmly. "They rarely wear armor after off duty. But they guard the law anyway. You are protected by royal decree as well as the knowledge that you are under the protection of Gaster. No one is foolish enough to attack you in front of the guards."  

I surreptitiously eyed the room. To me, everything looked bizarre to say the least.  Monsters of all sorts, from those of legends to humanoid animals or elementals. They were sitting together, sipping colorful drinks. The smell of many foods and burning wood spread through the room. The latter was probably from the fire monster there. It's a bit ironic that a fire monster sits in a wooden structure. How come he hasn't set anything on fire yet? Or his clothes - how come they don't burn?  

"What do you guys fancy?" Alphys asked, taking the menu lying on the table in her hand.  

I looked over her shoulder. There were several dishes on the menu. Pizza. French fries. Fish. Nuggets and a range of alcoholic beverages. I didn't want to use AI, and the cheapest on the menu was fries. Paps somehow didn't feel like eating either.   

"Are you guys serious? French fries?" said a slightly indignant Alphys.  

"Everyone who lives in this city knows that Netsu makes the best Nuggets. That's why you have to try them," she smiled slightly. "And you love them, kid"   

After discussing the issue of drinks. I took water. The strange names of the drinks somehow didn't appeal to me. Papyrus took Cold Snow, and Alphys took Nice Orange. From what I understood, they are juices of some kind.   

If only our troubles had ended as we left the rink area. It could have been a pretty cool day, but no....  

A blue flame approached us. I think he was acting as a waiter in addition to his role as bartender.  His gaze stopped on me. It was hard to decipher what he meant. He was a living fire. He had no facial features, or at least not distinct enough to make it possible to read what was on his mind.   

After a while, he spoke up in a deep voice. I associated it with a glowing flame.      

" If you want something, she is to leave this place," he replied in a calm voice.   

I was slightly taken aback, but not only me. Alphys looked sternly at the waiter. Paps glanced at me nervously.  

"We have the right to eat something here," replied Alphys, not taking her eyes off the elemental.   

"And I have the right to ask out an unwelcome customer," the waiter added, tucking the notepad into his apron pocket.   

I surreptitiously looked around the room. Only then did I notice that the bar was silent. Some monsters were looking in our direction. Al said that nothing would happen here. Maybe the guards would react if attacked, because they have to. In this situation, I doubt they will do anything.   

"Either get out of here in kindness or.... " the waiter did not finish, only leaned with his hands on the table. The flames on his head danced more than before.   

“Al” I touched the lizard woman's shoulder gently, but she did not even look at me.   

There was a silent battle between her and the elementalist. Neither of them was going to let go. In this situation, it was no one who would help us. He could have asked us out at any time. 

"Kid," he said condescendingly to Alphys. "Do you seriously think anyone here will take your side?" he fell silent for a moment. Al glanced behind him. "Rather, some will gladly help you out of here." He straightened up. "When I return you are not to be here." he hissed finally walking away. He disappeared from behind the counter.  

Alphys cursed under her breath. She stood up and we followed her out. I put my hands in my pockets.   

I glanced behind me, for a brief moment. An orange flame flashed from behind the counter, which disappeared a moment later.   

As soon as the door to the establishment closed behind us, Alphys gave vent to her emotions.  

"How could Netsu throw us out!" shouted Al "I thought at least he would behave normally!" 

Several people turned in our direction.  

Maybe it would be better not to draw any more attention to ourselves.  

  "Alphys, nothing happened," I said, walking up to her.   

The lizard woman was exchanging rather unkind words towards Netsu. I tried to calm her down before someone decided to interfere. My attempts to calm Alphys, were interrupted by Papyrus.   

"He probably wants us to come over," said the skeleton timidly, pointing in the direction of the bar. We both looked in that direction.   

A fiery elemental leaned out from around the corner. The color of its flames was natural. Orange with a touch of red. He waved at us and then disappeared behind a building. I looked at Alphys, and she just shrugged her shoulders, moving toward the fiery monster. She didn't know what Grillby was planning, but she said he was very shy. Al had no doubts, or rather, no fears. After a while, all three of us were behind the bar, at a small door with a canopy. There was not a trace of the mysterious monster.  

"I think he screwed us," I announced, looking around.  

"I doubt it," said Alphys pointing to the door.   

I turned around. I hadn't noticed it before, but they were slightly open. After a moment, the same orange-red flame emerged from behind them. He was dressed in a white shirt and black pants.  He had delicate facial features. His skin, if you could call it that, shimmered with shades of orange, yellow and red.  He was one big flame. On his nose he wore glasses. An elementalist can have a visual defect? I must remember to ask Sans about it later.  

"I'm sorry," the elemental said shyly. His voice sounded softer than that blue flame.   Further away, the sound of burning fire could be heard as he spoke. "My father should not do this." He spoke more and more quietly. "I can't let you in, but I can give you something," he added before disappearing behind the closed door.   

There was nothing left to do but wait. But it was worth it.   

"Here you go," said the flame, handing me a plate with a hamburger. "Enjoy your meal," he added, smiling slightly.   

All three of us got delicious hamburgers from the elemental.   

It was the first time in my life to eat such a good burger. The flame did a great job.  

"Delicious," I said, pausing to eat for a moment. Flame blushed slightly, tilting his head. 

"I agree," added Papyrus with a full mouth.   

"Don't talk while you're eating, or you'll choke," rebuked the skeleton Alphys. Grillby laughed shyly along with me.   

As the time for talking passed, Grillby became more and more relaxed in our company. We talked about everything and nothing. Grillby said he would like to take over his father's business and serve his burgers to anyone who comes to his bar. Unfortunately, I think he has little chance of doing that. His father, Netsu, has reportedly already promised the bar to his older son, Fayer. Grillby somehow didn't have the courage to tell his father that he would like to take over the bar from him. Both Al and I told him to be more confident. I don't know if that convinced him, but he promised to try. Paps said he could teach him. That was lovely.   

"Hey, I hope you guys didn't get cold?" Sans said, leaning against the wall. None of us noticed his arrival. Maybe he teleported? "I'm sorry I didn't give you the keys" he said.   

"We managed somehow," said Alphys. "Somehow we were able to survive despite being thrown out of the bar."   

"Al, calmly," I replied, seeing that the lizard woman was winding up again. "If it weren't for that, we wouldn't have had the opportunity to eat Grillby's delicious burgers," I added.   

Flame felt embarrassed again. He blushed slightly, lowering his head.   

"Thanks for your help, Grillby," Sans said with a broad smile, extending his hand toward the flame. The elementalist nodded and nailed a turtle with Sans. Then he turned back toward us. "It's time to go home. Father will be back soon."   

" Is it already that time?" said a slightly surprised lizard woman, glancing at the watch on her wrist. "I was supposed to take care of my cousin. Bye," added Alphys quickly, waving at us as she walked away.   

"See you there!" I shouted after her.   

She turned around some more, waving to us. We said goodbye to Grillby some more before heading home. It's a little strange to call a place home. It isn't one. I'm terrible. I should feel bad for leaving my family, however, I'm fine here. Even if some monsters, to put it mildly, don't like me.  Surrounded by Papyrus, Sansa and Gaster, I'm fine. They really care about me. They are good. I don't recall my parents ever spending time with us like this. They worked a lot so that we could make a decent living. Only they were hardly ever at home.  

I'm not sure how I should feel about this situation. I should feel sorry for leaving my parents. But I can't.  

Am I a bad daughter for not missing as much as I should? Is it bad that it makes me happy that finally someone cares about me?   

[casspurrjoybell-22]

Master - Chapter 42c

*Warning Adult Content*

- Kalem -

"Someone has been through this path," Arias says as he watches me closely, his arms folded across his chest. "Perhaps, multiple someones. There are no drastic signs of change, so, how do I know this?"

I look around, searching for clues in the path through my gardens that didn't look too different from how they had yesterday.

But there were differences, just really small ones.

"The pebbles," I say as I walk over the path, feeling the way each of my steps made them roll and turn to show a new side.

When I thought back to yesterday and thought really hard, I could pick out which pebbles were showing new sides of themselves today.

"They are rolled over."

Aias nods.

"Was it one person or more?"

I look down at the path, using my magic to paint a picture of the rocks yesterday and the rocks today.

In my mind, I hold the two pictures side by side and search for differences.

Most had been shifted, some by what was probably a cute, little animal or a strong wind but there were two lanes that I could see that were spaced out enough to be lanes.

Lanes made by people, the size was big enough.

"Two people," I say as I walk one of the paths.

"They were close together."

"Familiarity," I guess as I look up at Arias.

"Closer? More than friends? They were intimate."

"Possibly," he agrees, his serious face not giving anything away.

"Who were they?"

I frown as I turn to face him properly,

"I don't know."

"Yes but you can figure it out," Arias prompts be encouragingly.

"But, I wasn't here," I press.

"You weren't here and yet you were able to figure out that two people made their way through here and that they were well acquainted." Arias combats in challenge.

"But..." I start with a whine. "I don't know who they were. I don't know how to figure that out."

Arias just looks at me, forcing another whine out of me.

He was such a strict teacher.

"It could've been anyone in the clan," I argue helplessly. "There are so many of us, and so many people like each other back. I don't know how to figure out who these were."

Arias softens his gaze just a little and thinks for a moment before asking.

"What's at the centre of our magic?"

I frown, confused but I answer anyway, knowing that I'd get that right for sure.

"Nature." 

"Yes, and what are we surrounded by right now?"

I look around, not needing to say the answer out loud when I looked at my pretty garden.

A few months ago, the garden had been a big mess of forgotten pretty plants that I'd found.

It was where I first showed Lincoln I could pop and it was special to me since it was where Master said I could grow my own plants.

Master had kept his promises and helped me turn it into something beautiful and full of all the love I'd put into it. 

Now it was my garden, Lincoln said so and every time I was in it, I couldn't stop myself from smiling and popping around to check on everyone. 

Master said they weren't people so it was 'wrong to refer to them as people' but to me, all my plants and flowers felt the same as everyone in the clan did, so it was everyone, not everything.

In secret though, if I got too cheeky with Master he gave me fun lessons.

The ones that were for good boys who got a little naughty.

I loved fun lessons.

"Our magic runs on our counterparts, use them to see what you can't," Arias says making me remember where I was. "And stop thinking about that lima bean and focus."

My jaw drops but Arias just smirks, knowing there were no pillows around for me to get him. 

I focus on Arias' words, trying to understand them.

Arias sometimes did this when he thought I could figure it out.

He wouldn't tell me exactly what I should do, only give me these little hints for me to get the puzzle out on my own. 

At first, I hated it because it would be a lot easier if he just told me but now I liked it when he left me to put it together.

I liked it because it meant that he thought I was strong enough to do it on my own and then I felt like I really deserved my name.

Use them to see what you can't.

That didn't make any sense.

But I still look around, trying to find something that could help me out now. 

Where we were in the garden was where I kept my orchids.

It was Lincoln's favourite part because they were dark enough to look black and Master liked black things.

They were all healthy and blooming prettily.

They didn't have enough sun to but the magic of the castle fed them and with my love, they grew nice and strong and always made Master smile when he saw them.

But they were just orchids, I didn't understand how I was supposed to use them now.

"We are no separate entity from nature, there are no lines between us," Arias reminds me gently, supplying me with another hint that made light bulbs blink brightly in my mind.

We weren't separate.

There was no nature and then me, there were just all of us for Elves.

That's why Arias could move between walls and make himself pieces of the earth or make the earth pieces of him. 

So if my flowers were always here, they saw what I didn't.

They had memories, sort of, I just had to find a way of getting to them.

Closing my eyes, I breathe in slowly. 

I didn't know what this did but every time Arias did something amazing, he did this breathing thing before so I do it too, hoping it would work for me.

Arias said that all elves connected with something specific, it was the water in rivers for him, and for me, it would always be flowers.

I loved them.

Loved their pretty petals and how they grew to be big and strong if you gave them the love and attention they needed.

They were grateful when you did and they showed it too. 

Trusting me to take care of them as I trusted them to guide me, the flowers let me in. 

A current of something quiet but strong rushes through me, surging to the surface like constant waves that went up and down my body.

It spreads it's over my body, passing through my veins to go all the way to my toes and fingertips, only to push back out and burst up inside of me.

When I open my eyes, what I see is not what's in front of me but what's in front of the flowers.

I could see myself, see Arias watching me closely, see everything as if I were one of the flowers.

I scream but I don't hear it.

I only see it, feeling the vibrations of it as it passes through me... through the flower.

Arias steps closer, ready to help but he doesn't do anything to stop me.

Instead, he passes his own magic over the land and I feel it run through me instantly. 

But it feels nothing like how his magic usually does, it goes further.

It felt like a shock that pushed my surging waves faster, the flower's, it felt so much deeper.

Arias immediately turns to the orchids, his eyes glowing as he says...

"Trust in the bond, let it lead you."

I do that.

Trusting in the orchids to show me what I didn't see yesterday.

The scene in front of me shifts like how the pages in my books did when I held them all and then let them go one by one. 

Everything in front of me moves like those moving pages in a book, flashing before me quickly before they settle on one picture.

One by one, the pages of the past start turning themselves, slowly moving in slow frames that showed me two people.

They were close or their bodies were as they rushed by the orchids.

I recognised both immediately and giggled to myself as the pages turned back to the present and the flowers let me leave them to return to myself.

"It was Wenquie and Raven," I say as I turn to Arias, looking at him through my real eyes. "They were heading off to be naughty."

Arias nods and laughs a little too.

"I suppose they were but before we get to that," he points to the flowers. "You must never forget to express your gratitude. Nature doesn't owe us anything, they don't have any obligation to let us in, and yet it does. When we appreciate it, trust it, value it, it will do the same to us."

I turn back to the orchids, feeling so much bigger now after seeing how things looked from down there.

"The connection flows both ways, it could've kept you, yet it let you go. As you nurture your plants, you must never forget to nurture that connection." Arias says in his serious voice that meant this was super important. "Because as all things do without care, if we do not show care it..."

"It will die," I finish for him as I kneel down in front of the orchids, loving them one million times more now than I did before.

I touch the petals gently, pushing forward my love and gratitude and feeling the surge pass through my fingers in response.

"Flowers are the best."

"Every Elf thinks what they're connected to is the best," Arias says behind me. "I'm sure we'll have a very heated debate one day as to which are better, rivers or flowers."

"I already know the answer," I say as I turn back to him with a grin.

"Not today, young one," he says chuckling. "It would be unfair to you."

I gasp but Arias only laughs as he comes to me.

"You did exceptionally well here, I am very proud of you."

I beam, my heart filling with joy as I try not to pop.

"Thank you. I couldn't do it without you."

"Well, I don't think that living pest you call a lifetime partner would've done very much in this part of your life," Arias disappears before I could pop to him.

I look all around, searching for him with my eyes and then my magic but it was as if Arias had done pop himself.

When Arias speaks next, his voice comes from everywhere but yet nowhere...

"Find me and you can teach me another lesson about being kind to your master."

I groan, already knowing this would be super hard but I was smiling too because I was excited to figure this puzzle out next.

Learning how to be an Elf was hard but it was also amazing and challenging and awesome and better each day than I thought it would be.

Learning to be me was amazing.

[burnt-french-nugget]

BLOODSTAINED ART

So I got this Idea for a book and I will be posting it here, I hope you like it!

-Being a serial killer is easy when you know how to hide a body. Though, it does take time when you have a little horror artist following you around-

"THE TWISTED ENCOUNTER"

'Pearlskeep'

Surrounded by wilderness and plain, the big town is filled with interesting places and people. It could be mistaken for a small city, since the structures are more modern, nothing like a town of agriculture and such. Buildings of different shapes and sizes, all of them either occupied by families or used as restaurants, cafes, parks, a high school, a mall.. the usual things, of course. 

It seems like a normal, peaceful town. Which it is. The locals are quite friendly in this town, even a stranger would help you when and if you're in need. One year, the town was nominated as the friendliest town in the state, which the mayor speaks proudly of every change he gets. 

Though, a few years ago, the town was suddenly cursed by it's own 'monster'. 

'The Pearlskeep Mad Dog' is the person that has been giving the town a hard time, the police especially. The person was given that name since they're known for his mad behavior on his victims.  The Mad dog mutilates peoples bodies, mangles them, places them in weird places and positions, sometimes missing a limb, or maybe the whole body and just a finger of the victim. There would be so much blood on the scene of the crime, you'd think it would've been a pig slaughter if it weren't for the human parts found lying around. 

Ever since the towns killer appeared, the graveyard has been getting a whole lot of new people bury. It caused for it to expand, new people to bury every week, some young, some middle ages, and some were just with normal deaths. But it is for certain that 'The Mad Dog' has been responsible for peoples deaths and disappearances, for the weekly blood baths of gore. 

The notorious serial killer had become a scary story, to haunt children to not go out at night, to listen to their parents and stay indoors. It leaves even adult's legs to shake, from the monster that prowls the streets, leaving mutilated bodies, blood and gore in his wake as he walked the streets at night. A supposed lunatic was terrorizing the town, and who wouldn't be afraid of that? 

Some had done drastic measures, making rules of their way of living and having a certain time when they lock their doors and windows, most remained normal and walked alone at night with a bit of confidence, and the other's rarely leave their homes, ordering food and doing work online. 

"You remember what I told you?"

The woman looked at her daughter with a stern yet worried look, handing her some money. The daughter sighed and looked up at he mother as she tied her shoes, a bit of her loose hair getting in the way of her face. 

"Don't talk to strangers if you can, go to the store, buy the milk and come back as soon as possible."

The girl spoke, standing up as she locked eyes with her mom, then added in a more quiet tone, shifting her weight from one foot to another. 

"I know."

Placing the money in her jacket's pocket, she opened the door with no hesitation, walking out without another word, not even looking back at her worried looking mother, who shut the door after the girl left eyes sight. 

Every step she took, it was like her life was on the line. Since it was past the curfew her mom has made, she never really saw the streets in the nights atmosphere, well, ever since the deranged killer was on the loose. It felt like it was just yesterday, the day everything went crashing down because of the murders that were going up ever since that week, the number of grewsome deaths. Her mother didn't take it lightly, not at all. The girl remembers how her mother lied in her bed after she locked all the doors and windows, holding her close as she slept. 

It took her a while to get used to the curfew her mother had made, but it was all for her life's sake, so she was safe and sound. 

The evening struck, and it was late, but not too late as well. The stores, restaurants and bakeries still had to work their usual work hours, from 10 pm to even 1 am. The streets weren't as quiet as well, muffled music from the nearby club and bar could be heard in the distance, a few dogs barking  and the sounds of cars being driven were clear as day. 

As normal as it seemed, the young girl entered the nearest store and searched through the isles, looking for the milk her mother told her to buy. The store was nearly empty, with only her, the cashier, and a mysterious tall man that was standing nearby, putting random products in his cart. Soon, as she spotted the isle full of milk cartons, she took one and quickly went to the cashier to check out. The cashier looked at the girls as he swiped the carton across the scanner, a look of tiredness in his eyes. The man didn't speak until he looked at the computer monitor and said the price. 

"That would be 3.99 miss." 

The girl placed the 5 dollar bill on the counter with a slight slam, taking the milk carton from the mans hand and walking out the store as she yelled to the man.

"Keep the change!" 

She walked out with a quickened pace, leaving the cashier stunned for a moment, then he shrugged, going back to just standing there. Clearly rushing to go home, the girl continued to walk the same quickened pace. She could run, but that meant tripping and falling on accident. 

Now, she wasn't quite aware of her surroundings, and she now was walking the wrong path. She didn't quite know where she had gone, her face consorting into a look of both panic and confusion. 'Where am I even going?' She asked herself, her mind now racing as she found herself in a dark alley. It was almost pitch darkness if it weren't for the light that was attached to the apartment building, shining the way to make her see better. Though, it wasn't really much to see, only brick walls and concrete ground, a small dumpster in the corner, which had a few rats running around.

The girl didn't even get to try to turn around before a pair of built arms wrapped around her tightly, one being placed on her mouth as the other tried to hold her in place, the milk carton falling on the ground the second later. She struggled greatly, her body shivering, her legs trying to kick the person that got a hold of her. 

"Now, now, don't be scared."

The man whispered into the girls ear quietly, a sinister, playful and malicious hint in his voice, surprisingly calm in this situation. This only made a shiver go down the girls spine as she heard him speak, a few tears running down her cheeks as she continued to struggle to get out of the man's grasp, but that just made his grip go tighter on her, now squeezing her. Her lungs almost lost the air in them. 

"This will only hurt for a moment-" 

The man pushed the poor girl onto the ground, making her back up, pushing herself backwards as tears continued to stream down from her eyes, even more panic settling in as she locked eyes with her attacker, her body shacking in fear and panic. 

It was the same man from the store, the one that she couldn't take a good glance of. 

His piercing hazel eyes locked with hers, his pupils shrunk and held a hint of pure madness, a wide crooked smile on his face as he stepped closer to the girl, his black boots scraping on the concrete floor slightly as he moved closer. The man's unkempt long brown hair was hanging loose, framing his face. His presence was chilling, and he seemed to enjoy the fear that he was causing. 

The man took out a blade from his pocket, staring at it for a moment, then looked back at the terrified girl. 

"..But it will hurt a lot!" 

He let out a sinister chuckle, pulling the girl by her shirt, making her body get closer to him. The grin on his face seemed to grow even wider, if that's even possible, and he stabbed the girls in the stomach, causing her to let out a cry of pain. This only made him sink the blade deeper into her stomach, twisting it, slowly making a cut down, making a big hole. Blood was dripping on the concrete ground, a lot of it, getting on both his clothes and the poor girl, that fell victim to his madness. 

He proceeded to stab her a few more times in the chest, holding her limp body as he did so, cutting her open. He couldn't help but laugh from what he was doing, the pleasure of the pain he was causing was immense. The pain and suffering he inflicted to his victims was like some game for him, like it was normal to do. And he loved it, the thrill of it all. 

The man stopped cutting the body after a few moments, letting go of the girls mutilated corpse and let it fall to the ground with a thud. The blood was everywhere, soaking his clothes and ground, even the walls of the alley. Blood dripped from his soaked knife, the droplets falling on the corpse's face. His breath was hitched, the wide grin still on his face as he breathed heavily, his mouth slightly open. 

'The Mad Dog' did his magic, another victim now on his kill count. 

The killer took a moment to calm down, still panting. His shrunk pupils slowly became normal, his crazed smile consorting into a rather normal one. But now, his clothes were drenched in blood, so he had to be more sneaky until he got to his so called 'home'. 

The light that was on the wall started to loose power, flickering for a moment, and then turned off completely, making the man scoff in annoyance. He turned around and walked towards the light, going out in the street before he decided to quickly run off, not looking back. But, he didn't have much energy left so it only took him a few feet to get out of breath, leaning on the wall of the apartment building for support as he tried to catch his breath again. 

As he did so, he could've sworn he heard footsteps coming from behind him, and entering the alley he just got out of. Something about that made him tense up. Somebody might've heard the girly cry and decided to investigate. They'll probably call the police if they see the body, though it wouldn't be that possible if it was pitch black there. Which it was, unless the person had a flashlight with them. 

He was now thinking of what he was supposed to do. Should he go back and confront the person and possibly kill them, or let them be? 

The mad killer sighed and turned around, going back into the alley, where he saw a flash from a phone. Someone taking pictures of the crime he committed moments before. They were taking pictures of every angle they could, looking at the mutilated corpse, but never looked up. From the flashes, the features weren't so well to see, but the person looked fairly young. A boy, maybe? 

He looked like a typical student, a nerd even, with those glasses on. A bag was on their back, a intrigued look on his face, his grey eyes glimmering in wonder, like the boy just saw something more interesting than terrifying. It was interesting for the killer to see, especially when someone is looking at the gory scene like it's a work of art. 

"What ya doing there, kid?"

The man finally spoke up in his normal sinister tone, his piercing gaze never leaving the young man. The boy flinched, almost falling on top of the corpse as he looked in the direction of the voice, his head perking up. He soon stepped away from the body and flashed the light of his phone towards the killer, who tilted his head in amusement. He let out a sinister chuckle and leaned on the wall again, remaining calm as he waited for the boy to react. 

The young man's eyes widened slightly as he looked up and down at the man, observing his features, taking his attention on his blood soaked clothes. In stead of taking a step back, he walked closer to the man, just staring at him in silence. His grey eyes met the crazed ones, the ones that had a tinge of madness, then spoke, his voice slightly shaky and quiet. 

"I was.. taking pictures of your.. crime." 

The young man spoke truthfully, his hand running through his short black hair. He was fairly nervous, since he was speaking with a serial killer, his body tense and remained in place, his mind now racing by the fact that he was caught. 

"I was gonna draw it later.. I find the blood and gore fascinating.. beautiful if you will-" 

He continued and tried to explain, which only got him interrupted by a burst of laughter from the killer. He was now holding his stomach and laughing like a maniac, even crying a bit from it all. The boy just stared at him as the man continued to laugh, a slightly blank expression on his face. The Mad Dog stopped laughing and looked at the kid, his eyes widening in realization. 

"Wait, you're not joking?"

It took the boy a moment, then nodded, his gaze slightly fearful of what might happen to him now.  

He then felt something cold and metalic under his chin, making him look down. The man placed his knife under the boys chin, grinning widely at him. His piercing eyes looked down for a moment, the looked up, his pupils shrinking as he stared down at the boy.

The killers head leaned closer to the boys, his warms breath now hitting his face. The Mad Dog's grin dropped, his expression turning serious, his other hand being placed on the boys shoulder. It took him a  moment to collect his thoughts, thinking of what to say to the young man. Then he spoke, his voice was stern and serious, even a little harsh. 

"Get the fuck out of here, and keep that little mouth zipped." 

He paused for a moment before he added. 

"If I find out you spilled something, I won't hesitate to turn you into a human kebab." 

[captains-simp]

Valkyrie ~ Queen's Stress Relief

Valkyrie X fem!Reader Smut

Word Count: 2,752

Includes: established fwb (kinda) relationship, dom!Valkyrie, spanking, degrading, oral and strap on

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Everyone knew that being the Queen of Asgard was no doubt a very stressful job.

On the good days it consisted of settling petty debates very few people cared about. On the bad days it including making hard decisions that could lead to some sleepless nights.

Valkyrie excelled at the role of Queen, just as everyone predicted. But despite this the stress of the job could sometimes get to her.

To her people she was a fearless leader who was firm but fair, never failing to do right by them. But you saw past the sterdy walls she had built. You knew she hated when there were things that were just out of her control. So you tried to help your Queen in anyway you could.

It was an arrangement. That was what you had offered. When things became tough and she needed something to take her mind off of her responsibilities, you would be there.

Granted, it was mainly just sex. A way for Valkyrie to regain some form of control and have something to provide her with a kind of stress relief. Something to give her full, undivided attention to. Moments in which it felt as though you too were the only ones that existed in the world.

But as you spent longer around your Queen you found yourself helping her in other ways. She never kicked you out after sex, so you prepared meals for her when you knew she wasn't eating. You put things away when her house was becoming cluttered. You ran small errands for her so she had time for more important things. You did everything you could.

All she had to do was send a quick text. Your job at the town pub hardly took up much of your time and allowed for you to be at Valkyrie's beck and call, not that your arrangement was all that regular. She rarely had the time and a quickie wouldn't cut it.

You never asked questions about what was on her mind. That wasn't what you had offered and you knew she would have denied the arrangement if that was what you had pitched. She appreciated that you understood that. But that didn't stop you from subtly dropping that you were a great listener every now and then. She always smiled at that.

It was late on a Friday night. You had just finished covering a shift for a friend at the bar and decided to walk the long way home on that particularly quiet night, catching a glimpse of the sun setting over the calm sea.

There were a lot of bonuses to living in an asgardian village, one of which was never having to worry about not being safe in the town. You could stroll through it at midnight without a single concern, never once considering who or what was lurking in the shadows. So it was baffling to hear that the rest of Earth wasn't the same way and that people didn't feel safe walking alone so late.

Your phone buzzed from your jacket pocket so you went to look at it without hesitation. You smiled as you saw it was a message from Valkyrie.

It's been a while, want to come over? It read. You agreed instantly and altered your course to head towards Valkyrie's house in the middle of town.

It had been a while. You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss it. Miss her.

You arrived at the Queen's house in no time, probably aided by the fact you had half skipped most of the way, and tapped at the door three times.

Valkyrie answered in less than 10 seconds and looked as beautiful as ever.

She wore her lazy day outfit that you thought always made her look so warm and inviting, like you would be able to stay in her embrace for hours on end. You knew you shouldn't think like that. Shouldn't make up scenarios, no matter how short, about your Queen. But scolding yourself never stopped the thoughts.

"Hey." Valkyrie greeted with a small smile.

"Hey." You smiled brightly, looking more excited than you had planned to let show. Valkyrie didn't notice though, and if she did she didn't say it.

You glanced up at her mesmerizing brown eyes to see her looking at you with that 'I know you're not paying attention' look that always made you weak at the knees.

"I'm sorry." You muttered, realizing she had told you to come in.

"Long night?" She enquired, it was the only sort of small talk that would happen.

You hummed in response as she placing her hand on your lower back over your jacket and pushed you lightly in the direction of her room.

Despite knowing the layout of her house as well as your own, you let Valkyrie guide you through her home silently, too focused on the light touch of her hand on your back to think of anything to say and barely taking in your surroundings. It wasn't an awkward silence, but one filled with tension.

You were vaguely aware of going through the living room and arriving at the foot of the stairs. Her hand left your back and your body yearned for it to come back.

Instead, she called over her shoulder as she continued towards the kitchen counter. "Upstairs." Was all she said. 

You took the stairs two, sometimes three, at a time and almost leapt in Valkyirie's room.

Nothing had changed since you had last been there. Different clothes were scattered across the floor and you spied a couple of empty beer bottles next to the bin, but over all she was doing well. Her King sized bed looked as inviting as ever and you were quick to scramble onto it and place your jacket on the chair near the bed.

You smiled to yourself as you undid the button and zip of your jeans and lowered them slightly. Valkyrie's steps were heard on the stairs so you leant back on your hands and tried to paste an unreadable expression on your face.

She strolled back over to you, her eyes never leaving your own, as she came to kneel on the bed and parted your legs, crawling slightly to meet you all while you held your breath.

Her hand trailed up your jean clad legs and came to rest on the zipper that you had undone yourself. Valkyrie hummed as her fingers slipped between the zips to brush against the thin fabric of your panties.

"Someone's impatient." Valkyrie stated more to herself than you. She gripped your hips suddenly and flipped your whole body onto your front as though she was turning over a piece of paper.

Just as you pictured how her muscles might have strained a little under her jumper you were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt a harsh smack against your ass. You moaned slightly as you jolted forward, not expecting the motion but definetly being aroused by it.

"I haven't even taken your jeans off yet." Valkyrie chuckled as she pressed herself against your back and breathed lightly on your neck. You arched your neck slightly in an automatic response to her close proximity and felt her hands snake around your stomach.

Her hand caressed the bare skin of your stomach, relishing in the way your slight stomach muscles tightened at her touch. They then wandering down to the hem of your jeans again.

"I bet you'll look so weak below me when there's nothing between us." She husked as she bit your earlobe and unzipped your jeans.

That was something Valkyrie always liked to do. Act like she didn't know exactly how these nights would play out. Like she hadn't memorised every inch of you. Like she didn't know the ways she could pleasure you and how much she enjoyed doing so.

You couldn't form a response to her words and only tilted your neck more for her in a hopeful attempt to have her attention there. You were glad to feel the sensitive skin being met with her warm, soft lips.

As she kissed and sucked on patches of skin along your, neck her fingers slipped into your jeans and didn't hesitate to rub your lower lips over your soaking panties.

"Such a needy slut, desperate for my touch." You moaned quietly in response and closed your eyes to the feeling if your wetness spreading.

Valkyrie was holding you down by the space between your shoulder blades while her fingers altered to massaging slow circles against your clit.

You bit back a moan at the sensation, almost wanting to speak up and ask her to remove the barrier. Valkyrie always wanted to do things at her pace, which could drastically vary from one time you see her to the next.

She pulled down your jeans and tossed them across the room before lifting your ass up into the air and taking your ruined panties off too.

You turned around to catch a glimpse of her but was met with one of her warning glares that sent shivers down your spine that never failed to rest between your legs.

"Look forward." Valkyrie ordered as she rubbed the smooth skin beneath your panties. "And count." She finished.

Just as you registered what she was saying you felt a sting across your ass and a loud smacking sound echoing throughout the room.

"One!" You moaned out and pressed your head against the sheets. Valkyrie didn't give any kind of recognition before bringing her hand down harshly across your ass again. You whimpered slightly as you managed to speak again.

"Two." More of a whisper this time. It wasn't common for Valkyrie to spank you, in fact it was rare. It meant something hadn't gone her way

"God you're such a slut for pain." She spat with a smirk. "You're going to be a mess in no time." The degrading backed up your theory. Not that you were complaining, just a little worried. You would try your luck with talking to her later.

She spanked you again, just as hard as the previous two but hurting more due to your fragile skin. As much as you loved what she was doing, it hadn't happened in a long time so your tollerence to it was nowhere near what it once was. You couldn't help but be filled with excitement at the thought, having craves that kind of pain for a while.

"Three!" You moaned into the sheets.

Valkyrie continued this unrelenting for 20 hits before rubbing your ass soothingly and soaking up the view of you exposed glistening folds.

"Such a predictable whore." Valkyrie said coldly. You blushed deeply at her words, your core squeezing around nothing in response. Of course, with your luck, she noticed.

"Oh? You like it when I treat you like the pathetic little slut you are?" You moaned out into the sheets from arousal, but this wasn't what she wanted. "Answer me." She demanded and pulled your hair back roughly to force you to look at her.

"Yes...! I love it." You admitted and felt yourself gush with wetness at the feeling of her fingers trailing lightly over your folds.

She flipped you back onto your back and aching ass before kneeling down infront of you, maintaining eye contact as she licked a strip through your folds.

You moaned and arched my back the moment her tongue made contact, feeling the older woman smirk against you and hum softly.

She wrapped her full lips around your clit and sucked eagerly. You continued to moan breathlessly at the action and felt a knock immediately grow in your abdomen the longer she sucked the sensitive bud. She dipped her tongue into your folds to taste your juices and moaned against you. The vibrations made you shudder in the most unsubtle way possible.

Her tongue sunk further into your weeping channel and you found yourself gripping the sheets beneath you even tighter, your knuckles soon turning white with every passing moment of having Valkyrie's tongue inside you.

"Mistress! I'm gonna-"

"Not yet." Valkyrie said clearly as she leaned back. You should have been glad at that, knowing you would have been embarrassed if she had made you cum so quickly.

And yet, you were still about to whine in displeasure until I saw her throw her sweatpants across the room to join your own discarded clothes. She stared into your eyes as she did so and revealed to you the strap she had been packing.

The sight of the strap firmly attached to the harness that clung to your Queen's curves made you want her all the more.

Valkyrie returned to the bed where she swiftly straddled your sides before taking your top off. She reached back to unhooking your bra and didn't suppress the pleased smile on her lips. 

She leaned down to kiss the areas around your nipples and occasionally nipped and sucked on small patches of skin. I moaned lightly at her actions and closed your eyes with a smile. You wanted to grip her hair to push her to actually giving your nipples attention and eventually further down, but you didn't dare.

You sensed the older woman's hips shift on you and brush her strap against your throbbing clit. You whined lowly at the teasing feeling across your body.

She finally captured one of your nipples in her mouth and swirled her tongue over it. You gasped out at the sensation, even more so when she pinched the other nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

The older woman kissed up your neck again as the strap parted your folds for her. Valkyrie pushed onwards and very soon the tip of the strap sunk itself into your wet channel.

You moaned at the feeling of Valkyrie filling you up quickly and without hesitation. You clenched around the invader as she pushed onwards and stretched you to accommodate the girthy strap.

"Your cunt takes my strap so well, baby." Valkyrie moaned above you as her hands moved to either side of your head, her face inches from your own and locking you in an unbreakable gaze.

Once she bottomed out with an unexpected force she stilled for a short.moment before retracting her hips and snapping them back in place.

You could even hear the noise of your wet pussy everyone the strap returned to you between the heavy breathing and moaning you couldn't contain.

Being so close to your Queen after all that time made the heat between your legs grow and you knew Valkyrie could pick up on how much you gushed with wetness.

"Oh fuck." You moaned below her as her hips picked up speed. You gripped onto Valkyrie's back like a lifeline and prayed she wouldn't protest. Instead, she took the motion with a new vigour in her ruthless thrusting.

"Mistress!" You moaned louder as you dug your nails into her smooth skin.

"Please...don't stop!" You begged, too engrossed in the pleasure to care how desperate you sounded.

She complied without a word, her hips guiding the strap to mercilessly thrust into you at an overwhelming pace that was nothing short of pure bliss.

"I'm gonna cum." You moaned out, her pace unrelenting and hitting the back of your pussy without fail every time.

"Cum." Was all she said as you came hard on her fake cock, staring into each other's eyes and seeing the immense amount of pleasure you were receiving from your Queen.

She watched as though in a trance as you rode out your hide, clenching desleretlt around the strap as her pace finally slowed and she pulled away, leaving you feeling empty.

Valkyrie handed you a glass of water as she fell down beside you and waited for you to finish. You had expected her to get up and shower like she usually did, but instead Valkyrie wrapped one of her strong arms around your waist, closing her own eyes as she held you close to her. You smiled at the extremly rare gesture.

Sure, the arrangement had started out as just sex. But you had eventually learnt that these affectionate gestures helped your Queen settle her nerves too. It had taken her a long time to display this and it was always very limited. You loved every second of it.

Always willing to provide whatever Valkyire needed and secretly hoped that one day it could grow to become more.

[hqcult]

PERFECT ## oikawa tooru

the air of perfection surrounding you makes him sick. you're worse than the geniuses he hates

. tw misogny, predatory behavior, smut, noncon/dubcon, slight dacryphilia, corruption kink, fingering . wc 1.2k

before his flight to argentina in a few months, oikawa made it a hobby to swing by his alma mater. 

iwa's too busy and he can't possibly bother his best friend when he's working so hard in college. so oikawa tooru goes alone. sometimes, he comes in early while the team's still there. maybe he'll even join matches for fun — coach irihata still has a soft spot for him, apparently. 

but most of the time he comes when the gym is empty; when there's an absence of the squeaking shoes and the ricocheting balls. it never fails to make his heart swell in nostalgia. ah, how he’ll miss this place terribly once he moves to argentina. 

something did change, though. 

oikawa wouldn't call it drastic but the first time he crashed their practice, he was all but pleasantly surprised to see the new aoba johsai manager. 

you were a pretty thing and the boys adore you a lot. you didn't look the type to apply as manager just to score an athlete boyfriend nor did you seem to have any other objective other than taking care of the team. oikawa can say as much because he could see how the new captain looks at you and the way you purposely try to keep things platonic. friendly. you don't let yahaba, or anyone in the team, go the extra mile for you.

and the fact that you can miraculously keep kyoutani in check is the cherry on top. while the said player is still rough around the edges, he learned how to listen to you and the last time kyoutani ever listened to anyone was months ago, when iwaizumi was still in the team. 

team morale is high when you're there to support them on the sidelines. in your white and turquoise tracksuit yet still managing to look attractive. yahaba's got quite the patience, if oikawa do say so himself. 

you were like some sort of goddess to them. it's sickening how dewy-eyed his ex-teammates would get whenever you smile and hand them their water bottles. it was too good to be true. you were too good to be true. there has got to be some sort of conspiracy behind this whole ordeal. 

"oikawa-san, i didn't think you'd be here at this hour."

he turns around at the sound of your voice. there you stood in casual clothes, hair tied up and face bare. with the harsh angles the moonlight created together with the poor lighting of the gym, you look normal. not an air of that perfection he’s always seen circulating around you. 

"how did you get in? only yahaba and i have the keys."

you saunter closer and it wasn't a wise move on your part. while you have aoba johsai as the same denominator, the alumnus was still practically a stranger. quick exchanges of acknowledgments aren't exactly sufficient to get to know someone. let alone be friends with. but you never once thought any of that. how naive.

he smiles as you finally stood next to him. you can't help the slight dread pool in your stomach at the sight of it. with his tall lean frame that can easily overpower you, the smile looked more ominous than friendly. 

"bold of you to assume i gave the keys back. why do you think shigeru had to duplicate them again for you?"

you didn't see it coming, the arm oikawa slings around your shoulders before pulling you flush against him. you would've lost your balance if you hadn't clutched the lapels of his coat. 

"can it be…" his plush lips graze the shell of your ear as he whispers. "our little secret, cutie?"

warning bells are going off in your head. it tells you to run and stay the fuck away from him but you did nothing of the sort, had only forced a polite smile and swiftly ducked around to get his arm off you. 

this is oikawa tooru we're talking about. 

yeah, you know he's quite the ladies man but you doubt he'd go... that far, especially if he knows the person's uncomfortable. not to mention, you're part of the volleyball team! you're managing his past team. surely, maybe, the familial bond extended to you too despite only joining their little family this year. you were just being paranoid. you were reading into it too much. 

"uhm, yes. of-of course."

oikawa does have to admit, seeing little miss perfect stutter and avert her eyes from him did wonders to his ego. well, now you don't look anything like the goddess his ex-team worships. you're not exuding the same level of confidence or reliability that you always carry yourself with. you look unsure of yourself. powerless in the face of real dominance. 

"why are you here?"

"i…" is it really wise for you to say why? "i forgot the team's record notebook in the girl's locker room. i need to pass a summary of it to coach tomorrow.”

oikawa smiles, eyes comically lighting up in excitement before slinging a heavy, oppressive arm around you again. "ooh, i'll come with!"

you walk with shoulders slightly folded in and the ex-captain likes you like this. all meek and submissive. he daresay you look prettier compliant and not like a self-entitled princess who thinks she shouldn't bother being romantically involved with an athlete. he still thinks you were bitchy and idiotic for friend zoning yahaba of all people. he thought you should be very thankful for getting noticed by his junior. 

but oh well, at least oikawa gets to have a go. 

to witness firsthand what the fuss about you is all about.

you wanted to shrug his arm away and he knows that but he won't do it. the fact that you're struggling to even speak up about it makes him smirk. see, now you know your place. as you should. sometimes, girls like you who get silly little ideas in their head should be reminded of where they truly stand in the food chain. oikawa is more than glad to be the one reminding you. 

you told him to wait outside while you sauntered into the girls' locker room and oikawa smiles that innocent smile before nodding. 

a prey really shouldn't have turned her back on a predator.

just as you picked up your blue notebook on the bench, the resounding lock of the door clicking shut sounded too loud in a closed-off space. "oikawa—'

"you know, i'd really appreciate if we drop formalities. i think screaming tooru while i fuck you sound way better. makes things more intimate, dontcha think?"

he was onto you before you even got the chance to turn around. the notebook you were holding drops to the ground as he grabs hold of your wrists, his leg swiping at your ankles to tackle you to the ground. he's quick. the floor is hard and cold when your back crashes into it. you wince, the shock of what's happening yet to register in your system. never before thinking that this sort of thing will happen to you.

oikawa isn't as cruel or disgusting as you think. you were both legal adults. he knows. after all, he was there when the team decided to throw you a surprise birthday party on your 18th. he was also there from around the corner, eavesdropping when yahaba pulled you aside and confessed his feelings to you and you had the fucking audacity to turn him down. 

he doesn't want to call this revenge, not when he'd still do it whether or not shigeru had confessed. 

you were from a different breed of people. worse than geniuses. you are so disgustingly perfect in every sense of the word that it's so fucking unfair. it fueled jealousy more severe than he ever felt from tobio or ushiwaka. 

because people aren't perfect. people aren't meant to be perfect. even oikawa himself is far from it so why should you be any different from him? you're nothing special. you're ordinary just like him. you don't deserve it. you're not even working hard enough like oikawa to fucking deserve it!

you were red in the face when he took a good look at your pinned form underneath him. your eyes are glossy but held fierce contempt as you meet his gaze, your lips sealed shut in a straight line. you were trying to hold yourself back from crying and it only fuels the fire of his anger. 

"what, think i'm not worth your tears?" he growls, a hand coming up to pull your hair. he sits atop you, his legs pinning yours down as he straddles your hips. "think you're so high and mighty that you won't cry for your oh so dependable oikawa-san?" he purposely makes his voice high-pitched like a girl, copying you spitefully. 

"that’s fine, i can give you a real reason to cry."

he rips your flimsy shorts off and ogles at your cute panties. pink with little bows? how innocent. 

his large hand covers your mouth, the heavy pressure keeping your head in place as his other hand cups your sex. the heat of his palms makes you squirm. already simulating the sensitive nerves and you poorly try shaking your head in denial. because no no no your body shouldn't be enjoying it!

"ou're a real piece of work, (name)-chan," he starts, voice conversation as he nudges your underwear aside, the flat of his thumb drawing lazy circles against your bare clit. "why pretend you don't like it? it's okay to accept pleasure from ordinary people like me. you're plain and average at best too, you know."

with both his hands occupied, you can freely try pushing him away but it's futile. he's too strong and your head is starting to ache with how hard he's pressing it against the floor. 

his blissful expression peeves you out entirely. he doesn't look regretful in the slightest. "you should really get off of that high horse, cutie. stop pushing me away. silly little girls like you belong like this, underneath a capable and powerful man to protect you."

you pant, the ministrations on your clit too good but you don't let it blind you. 

"fuck yo—"

but oikawa doesn't let you finish. he swoops in for a kiss, a hand holding your jaw firmly in place so you can't bite him. a particular hard nudge on your clit makes you gasp instinctively and his tongue invades your mouth. he's a good kisser. so damn skilled from all the girls he's kissed before you. maybe if circumstances had been different, you'd have butterflies in your stomach. 

"aw," he coos against your lips. "i see. little miss perfect wants me to fuck her? how cute."

you thrash and squirm, a pathetic sneer on your face as he holds you down with ease. all it takes is one firm hold against your shoulder as he nibbles on your neck, kissing and suckling at your skin until they turn purple and red. he placed them in positions he knows you can never cover even with the official aoba johsai uniform. why would you cover them anyway? you should wear his hickeys with confidence! it's the one evidence to show he even bothered himself with you so you should be grateful to him!

"let go of me, you jer—!"

"i don't think i'll suck on your tits today, cutie. no time. let's get to the fucking already then, yeah?" 

you absolutely hate his voice. it's the signature high-pitched and childlike tone partnered with that goofy smile of his. a facade he always wears when dealing with other people. a show he's mastered to an artform. he looks awfully unbothered by how wrong this is and it chills you to the bone. 

"oikawa-san—please—"

"i told you it's tooru!" he whines, pouting. "how many times do i have to tell you?"

panic seizes you when his ankles hook around your legs to force them open. he hears none of your pleas and shoves two long fingers up your pussy. there's a slight stinging feeling as he looks for that one spot that'll make you succumb, make you admit defeat. 

"if you want my dick inside this pussy you better call me by my given name or you won't cum, baby girl~" he says in a sing-song tone.

"who the fuck told you i wanted your—shit."

your toes curl and your back arches when his fingers grazed around a certain area. you didn't have time to feel betrayed by your body's reaction as the man on top of you chuckles condescendingly, angling his fingers so he hits the spot in every single thrust. "you like that, don't you? you like what my fingers are doing."

"no!"

"no?" oikawa repeats, measured. with a flick of his wrist, he has his thumb pressing firmly against the sensitive nerves of your puffy clit again and he watches you writhe, lose yourself to pleasure, moaning and whining so wantonly under him. "but cutie, i don't think that's what your body is telling me."

you cringe in disgust when his hot tongue laps at the falling tears in your eyes before whispering against your ear. breathy, and desperate, and ever so patronizing. you don't hear the zipper of his pants going down, nor did you realize he wasn't even bothering to hold you down anymore. good. that's a good start. baby steps, oikawa thinks. for someone who sat in a make-shift throne worshipped by hormonal teen athletes for so long, serving the one great king will be a huge reset for you. 

when he enters, it's a tight fit. of-fucking-course you're a virgin. always staying true to that little miss perfect reputation, huh? sweet and gorgeous but humble and demure. you probably had the same shitty old school belief of staying pure 'till marriage. it makes him harder, makes his length throb and ache with the desire to taint, to soil, to fuck you until that good girl image is stripped away and all you can think about in every waking moment of your useless life is your tooru's big fat cock. your pure lips only producing the most sinful of words to satiate his deepest desires—"fuck me hard, tooru!" "make me your whore, tooru!" "i want to feel all of you, tooru!" "i want your cock so bad, tooru! please please please!"

your longing cries of defeat, the lewd sound of skin slapping, oikawa's pornographic moans—it's a wicked symphony crafted by prodigies. "go on, cutie. cry for me. cry, and cry, and cry, 'til you don't have anything left inside you but your sorry tears and my cum!"

little miss perfect? no. you're his little cockwhore.

[usertoxicyaoi]

hey faiza!!! i hope you've been having a good day so far 💕 i was scrolling through your replies tag (which i do every other week when i have free time bc you have a beautiful way with words and it helps put my mind at ease for a while) and i thought it was already past the time where i come here and express my gratitude to you (which i tried doing once before but i felt awkward and didn't want to be a nuisance (haha get it?)). ever since i began following, i've learned so so SO much. not only +

+ about the islam and all desi matters (that i had so little knowledge about, shame on me! it's a beautiful culture and i'm so glad i'm able to see a slice of and learn about it through your blog!!), but also about so many other things, whether it be lgbtqia+ topics, just perks of life and even how to be more conscious and educated about the things and pieces of media i consume. i'm just a teenager u kno, whereas you are already a grown woman, so i couldn't possibly compare us as equal, as you certainly have more life experiences and knowledge than i do, and we come from drastically different places; my view of the world is still so limited to my surroundings and where i come from, but it's within the internet that i find a place to learn more about others and make that view of the world be wider, richer and more mindful. god i feel like im derailing, sorry shdhajd, but my point is: i didn't expect to be able to learn so much when i began watching bls again this year, i thought i would watch the shows, follow some blogs for pretty gifs, and that's all. but i was wrong, because tumblr gave me the opportunity to meet and befriend so many incredible people and i was so lucky that you were one of them. i've said this before but, my tumblr experience is so much better whenever i see you on my dash talking about whatever it is, and i look up to you so so so much. i'm not a religious person but the way you talk about the islam, the Qur'an or Allah makes me feel so emotional and it's beautiful to see this deep and passionate connection you have with this religion. and just how incredibly articulated you are when talking about any topic, it always makes me stop scrolling and read all the things you write. i adore reading your thoughts, your opinions and your take on things because they always come from a place of reflection, appreciation and respect, and i admire that a lot. you have such a wonderful and kind soul, it's so inspiring to me to see how you always try to be positive, optimistic and respectful no matter what is in front of you. of course, we don't //really// know each other that well, but the little of you that you pour out and show us is already so beautiful and welcoming 💓 i'm gonna stop now i'm sorry that this is so long goddd i just.... i wanted to thank you for all that you do for those who follow you and how impactful your presence on my tumblr experience has been. (i swear to you, when you followed me back on this blog before i made the sideblog, i legit freaked out lmao my mind was "WHAT??? SHE, WHO'S SO CLEVER AND AMAZING AND TALENTED, JUST FOLLOWED ME? WHEN I HAVE NOTHING TO OFFER?? SJDHSJSJ WHAT" and tbh i still don't know What made you want to be mutuals but i'm glad for whatever it was 💞) i hope all the parts go and im so sorry it's so long shdnksjdj

dawn!!! hello my sunshine!!!!!!!!! i hope you've had a lovely week, and i hope this weekend you take some time off and relax! i hope you're doing well!!!

oh my goodness me i- what have i done to deserve this I DO NOT DESERVE this. thank you so so much for just. being so loving and you are so so wise, i READ your tags, i READ your posts. and i think, despite however old or young people are, there's something to learn from everyone. there's something to appreciate and pick up on and implement and become more aware of and about from everyone's story of life. so don't ever think you may not have much to offer!

this year's been hard. a lot has happened. and i think everything has been a lesson to learn from, and for us to really truly understand what it is that really matters the most to us, and to show gratitude for what we have, all the blessings we have. and its hard to stay positive all the time, and thats okay. sometimes, our sadness needs room and space also where its telling us to just ... take a moment and reflect on why the sadness is there. but i've become so .... adamant that i choose to go back and think positively again. bc although it feels like we've been stripped away from being physically social, i've seen how much goodness and humanity there is still left within people on here, within all my mutuals - and i realised that, as long as there is goodness in this world, there's no reason to give up on hope. people together can make so many things happen.

and part of, i feel, what people should be proud of, is being proud of who they are. not in the arrogant sense, but in terms of WHO you are. what makes you, you. and now more than ever we need to know about one another. about different backgrounds and cultures and religions and beliefs etc. we can become ambassadors of those things, and being an authentic source of knowledge for people. of course, not everyone may like that, but thats okay. knowledge is power and there's so much knowledge out there for us to dip into. by learning from another, we can truly enrich ourselves, find out about commonalities and similarities and differences and contrasts. and ultimately realise that every single one of us has the right to life and the right to live. we can share our sorrow and pain, and also share our moments of joy and happiness too. we may not all agree on the same thing, but that should not sway us from wanting to befriend someone and missing out on an opportunity to get to know someone, just because you may not agree on one thing. there could be 10 things you do agree on vs that 1 that you dont. and that doesnt stop you from being any less you, nor them being any less them. we all deserve respect and kindness, despite our similarities and despite our differences from one place, culture, religion or belief, to the next.

there is just. there is so much good in this world, in nature, in people. we need to celebrate that. we need to appreciate goodness and just. be thankful for everything we have, and anything we get on top of what we have, is a blessing.

thank you so so so much!!! i love youuuuu!!!! 🧡🧡🧡

[ash818]

Why do you not like Claire? I stopped watching in season 2 mostly because I didn't like how the show was going but she always irked me a bit too

I’m only in season one, but I admit I’ve grown quite impatient with certain aspects of the writing surrounding her.

Putting this below some dots, so no one need be annoyed by criticisms they don’t want to read:

I think my problem with her character is down to some of the writers’ implicit beliefs. It appears that, to them, what makes a Strong Female Character is her intellectual and moral superiority to any nearby male, as demonstrated by constantly talking down to them. This is also tangled up in the fact that she is a Modern Woman marooned among Noble But Backwards Oldentimes People.

Take the boar hunt. First, she dismisses the silly men for taking pride in chasing a “hairy pig.” Then she decries how unfair it is for so many men with so many guns to gang up on a poor innocent wild animal. (Claire is not a vegetarian, and she has happily eaten the other animals that people have killed for her.) Then when someone is fatally injured, she snaps at the whole party for being too stupid to realize “those tusks can be lethal!”

Is it a harmless pig or a lethal threat? Are the hunters going overkill or not taking proper precautions? Which is it?

If I were being mean, I’d say she was running an algorithm in her head at all times that went kind of like: What can I say that will make me sound most superior at this particular moment?

I speak no more Gaelic than Claire does. Yet it was so obvious to me what Dougal was doing in the village pubs, showing off Jamie’s scars and collecting coin, that I couldn’t figure out why she was once again morally outraged. “Petty thieves,” she starts calling them, and pouring scorn everywhere.

When she finally cottons on that Dougal is stirring up anti-English sentiment to finance an uprising, her reaction is not, “Oh, that’s the sixth or seventh time here in this foreign place that I have misunderstood what was happening in front of my eyes. Perhaps I should revise my confidence in my own accuracy downwards.”

Her reaction is to start telling them what to do. Granted, in this case, I’m totally sympathetic to her reasoning and her motives, counseling against wasting blood and treasure in a doomed show of defiance. She genuinely does have better information than they do.

But the very next day, a stranger in a pub yells something in Gaelic at her escorts, who launch into a brawl. In a very funny moment, her only reaction is, “Here we go again,” and she wearily steps aside. Afterwards, as she’s patching them up, she’s once again scolding them for their foolishness and calling them babies for flinching. “I’ve known six year olds braver than you.”

Come to find out, the stranger had insulted her. It was her honor they were defending.

No matter how many times she is mistaken, she never loses her bronze plated confidence that she knows better.

In fact, she has so much faith in the power of her moral authority that she drastically misjudges her encounter with the English officers and puts herself in a very dangerous position. She speaks truth to power and... reality ensues. Big Trouble.

And she still doesn’t understand her situation. She actually finds it plausible for more than a fraction of a second that Black Jack Randall is confessing his sins to her with the intent of salvaging his soul. That he’s treating her as a standard to look up to rather than a captive to be intimidated.

The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there. Claire is from a materially wealthy, technologically advanced, culturally liberal society, and she is stuck in an agrarian/herding society that maintains the values common to agrarian/herding societies throughout history. This place is dangerous, and often yes, it’s morally unconscionable.

But the way the writers handle their fish out of temporal water... it kind of grates sometimes.

[acidlashes]

Draco x Reader

Chapter Two

Dragon Heart

It would seem that leaving home would be a hard choice for a child coming of age. A home would be a place of comfort, of familiarity, a place where you belong, but Winnie didn't feel those things. She didn't feel like she belongs in those dark wooden walls. She didn't feel familiar with her parents, and she never felt comfortable with herself. So, leaving had almost felt like turning a page in a not so eventful book.

Her father offered her no more parting words than his demand she place in their families house. Slytherin. Years ago he had given her all the books that could tell you anything you wanted to know about Slytherin. So, how is it possible for her to be so unprepared? Shouldn't she feel like a Slytherin already? She had practiced begging cunning, but she was promptly punished for stepping out of line. She could have tried other things, things that define a Slytherin, but most of those things didn't seem to resemble her.

In fact, in her books it had send many infamous people were from Slytherin. One of those being the very own Voldemort. A name Winnie was never forbidden from saying like the rest of the world had been. That had actually been the only thing her parents had seemed pleased with her doing. She would often go out if her way to mention the mans name, only because it was the only time she had seen her parents expressions often. Even if it had only been momentarily.

But, Winnie wasn't like Voldemort. At least, she didn't think she was. Truthfully she believed it was entirely possible for her to be anything. She hadn't really ever gotten to know herself enough to know what she was. Certainly she didn't believe herself to be a dark lord, or even necessarily a bad person, but it seemed as though that was a requirement to become a Slytherin.

Her bright blue eyes gazed up ahead to the long blonde haired man that lead her out her front door. She was uneasy about his presence. It was hard to read his character. He had looked like a villain in a book. That's the only thing she knew what to compare him too. His pointed chin and nose and viscous smile that seemed to devour all other thought she had when he aimed it at her. That's when an idea grew in her.

"Sir." She said meekly. The man did not turn to face her when he spoke.

"Yes?" He asked curious at her sudden ability to speak to him. It seemed as though he had robbed her of that very ability when she failed to answer him. He had made her very nervous. The man finally tuned to face her with a raised brow, waiting for her to continue "Yes?" He repeated a little less curious.

"A-are you a Slytherin?" She asked with her toes facing each other and head towards the ground. He let out a small laugh.

"I was." He answered simply. Winnie nodded in response. "Why did you ask?"

"I just-" she began before stopping herself. Unsure if the right thing to say.

"Do you wonder how you'll become a Slytherin?" He wondered. Once again she only offered a nod. "Well, keep acting like this and you'll never be one." He then turned his heel and began walking away from the house once again. Winnie hastily walked forward to keep

up.

"A-acting like what?" She asked as they walked. Lucius turned and offered her a small smile.

"Like a wimp." He says. Winnie widened her eyes.

"A wimp?" She asked.

"A wimp." He repeats. "You're getting older now. You're going to be at Hogwarts alone. You're parents won't be there to shelter you any longer. Those kids will eat you alive if you act like that."

"How do I act like a Slytherin?" She asks hoping for a clear answer. Once their feet hit the concrete of the driveway Lucius extends his cain and halts her from walking any further.

"Slytherin, Slytherin, Slytherin." He speaks in a mocking tone "do you know any other words besides Slytherin?"

"Facetious." Winnie says. Lucius looks at her confused.

"Facetious?"

"It's another word I know." She explains "I just learned it."

"Facetious." Lucius laughs "you're quite funny."

"I am?" Winnie asks, almost sounding eager at the compliment. Though she hadn't said it to be funny.

"Not really." Lucius takes it back. With that he stomps his cain and teleports then to another location.

Winnie looks around with wide eyes as tried to take in the new surroundings. It was a small dusty crowded shop. It's lights were dimmed and it appeared to be a place Lucius Malfoy would not frequent.

"What are we doing here?" She asks confused.

"Come." Lucius commands as he leads her out the door. As soon as she stepped outside she was bombarded with people running in either direction. No one bothered to say 'excuse me' or 'pardon me' or even attempt to move out of each other's way. One man had slammed into Winnie so hard she was knocked into the wall behind her. Lucius grabbed her hand and lead her through the tough crowd of people.

"Quite rude aren't they?" He notes as he drags her along. Winnie nods her head in response, but noticed he isn't looking at her, therefore wouldn't know she was responding at all.

"Yes." She says out-loud, not wanting to appear rude like the other people around then. He then pulls her around a corner to a less crowded street where she could collect herself properly.

"Mudbloods." He spat as Winnie fixed her curls. It was a word she would often hear her father use to describe people. Though, she was unsure if its meaning.

"Sir?" Winnie asks "what is a mudblood?"

"You're father never taught you about mudbloods?" Lucius asks surprised. Winnie sucks in her lips not wanting to seem ignorant.

"Father never really teaches me things. I read them." She explains herself.

"A mudblood is something very different than you and me. A mudblood is a wizard that is born from muggles. Dirty little creatures they are." Lucius has sounded as though he could throw up at the thought.

"Well-" Winnie began timidly "what is wrong with that? And, how do you know they're all mudbloods?" She asked genuinely curious how he knew. Lucius's demeanor changed drastically. He had seemed to redirect his distain towards Winnie.

"Don't speak girl." He commands as he grabs her arm harshly and pulls her down the alleyway.

Winnie looked around as her legs tried to keep up with the man. She tried to read all the shops signs and logos to get a better understanding of what they were doing here, but the only one she could make out was the one Lucius had stopped in front of. In big red letters the sign read "Ollivander's". A place she had never heard of.

She wanted to ask what they were doing, but he had commanded her not to speak. So, she thought it best to remain quiet. When her parents would tell her not to speak sometimes she would wait days until they finally acknowledged her and allowed her to talk once again. It had been something she grew quite used to, therefore proved to not be too difficult.

Once inside the shop Winnie noticed walls upon walls coved in wands her eyes widened at the sight as she had never seen so many wands in one place before. In fact, she had only ever seen her parents wands in occasion. They were usually quiet secretive with them though. Never really allowing her to see any magic they performed.

"Hello, Lucius." Said an old man that sat behind a large wooden desk. "Who do we have here?" Winnie stood there awkwardly as the man inquired her name. Though, she did not want to speak until given strict permission as she was just told to be quiet.

"Girl." Lucius said as he smacked her back with his cain. She let out a smell yelp as the wood made contact with her clothed skin.

"I-I am Winnie Rose." She introduces herself.

"Winnie Rose?" The man repeats "I'm not familiar with the 'Rose' family?"

"Oh- uh- no Winnie Rose is my first name." She began "My full name is Winnie Rose Elway."

"Ah! Elway! My it's been years since I've heard that name! Not since you-know-who was defeated." The man exclaimed. Winnie rose a brow in confusion. What did that have to do with her parents?

"Yes, yes, yes we know. Now I am here to get this girl a Wand." Lucius chimed in changing the discussion.

"Yes of course." The old man says as he stand from his chair. "Come here girl. Let me get a good look at ya." He says. Winnie quickly obliges and rushed over to the man. He scans her face for a moment before turning towards a small shelf besides him. He slowly picks up a rather small wand and hands it to her.

"Hold this." He tells her. She reaches out and grabs the wood only for the wand to instantly shoot itself out if her hand. "Whoa!" Yelled the man at the sudden movement "never seen one reject someone so fast. Okay okay, no unicorn hair for you." The man then goes back to looking at his shelf and grabbing a much larger wand "how about this one?"

"It's big." Winnie says as she reaches our nervously to grab it. Hoping this one didn't explode also. As soon as her hand touched the wood a sudden heat filled her finger tips "it's warm-" she began "its hot! It's hot!" She yelled as she dropped the wand. The old man shakes his head.

"Huh, no Phoenix feather either, didn't think so anyway."

"Stop wasting time then." Lucius demands irritated. The old man only nods and waves him off.

"Wait-" He says suddenly. He then turns and faces Winnie once more with an intense look in his eye "it couldn't be.... could it?"

"Huh?" She wonders slightly scared and confused. The old mans spun around and headed towards the back of his shop before coming back with another smaller wand. He hold out his hands and gives it to Winnie, who hesitates when she grabs the final wand. And, to her relief, it neither explodes or burns her.

"How does it feel?" He asks eagerly. Winnie twirls the wand around for a moment before answering.

"I like it. I think."

"Larch Wood." He says "Dragon heartstring Core."

"Dragon heartstring?" Asks Lucius unconvinced "are you sure?"

"Made it myself."

"Huh." Lucius huffs "maybe you are a Slytherin."

Winnie spins around with a small smile but before she can speak the door swung open behind Lucius. Everyone in the room looks over to be met with a child around Winnie's age standing in the doorway. He possesses the same light blonde hair as Lucius, and the same pointy nose and chin. Only with a less subtle smile.

"Father." The boy speaks "I thought that was you. Me and mother have been looking for you all over the place."

"Draco come here." Lucius snaps his fingers. Draco quickly comes to his fathers side "l'd like you to meet Winnie Rose." Draco looks you up and down. Seemingly unsure if what to think.

"Hello." Draco Greets slightly standoffish. "My name is Draco."

"Hi." Winnie says "I am Winnie Rose Elway."

"You're the Elways daughter?" Draco asks as if he knows you. You raise a brow in confusion.

"Yes, Draco." Lucius confirms "Winnie I have asked Draco to accompany you to Hogwarts. That way neither of you will be going alone. It is his first year also."

"Yeah. Hopefully you get put in Slytherin because I am definitely going to be in Slytherin and I can't be hanging around anyone who's not." Draco says snobbishly.

"Why not?" Winnie asks confused.

"Pshhh." Draco laughed "haven't your parents taught you anything? I know our parents were good friends. And my dad always told me Slytherin are the best."

"That's Enough Draco." Lucius silences him "now lets go get you guys your pets so we can get the hell out of this dingy alleyway."

"Yeah Winnie, come on." Repeats Draco as the two blonde turn and head for the door. Winnie looks down at her new wand momentary before lifting herself up and eagerly rushing out the door behind them.

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