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oc-menagerie-archived · 2 years ago

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ooc: All Muses on the Blog (so far) and bits about them!

Series Based:

Fate Series:

Emilia Clarimond (A Fate Master OC who is clever, out going, and sometimes snarky. Her magic is based on the stars, creating light barriers with a constellation pattern and shooting energy.)

One Piece:

Xia Malificia (A flirtatious, trouble making pirate who ate the fox zoan fruit. Her favorite thing to do is charm unsuspecting pirates or marines and robbing them blind.)

Custard Gretel (Custard is one of Big Mama's many many children who grew up around pirates. These pirates were true ruffians, pillaging wherever they went for treasure and anything else they wanted. Though they and Big Mama treated Custard well, their habits grew onto her, making her become quite a terrible child. She followed their example but in her own way, tricking others by feigning innocence as others were easily fooled by an adorable child.)

Final Fantasy 14:

Josephina Adrahgan (A Miqo’te from a family of nobles. After her family tried to arrange a marriage between her and another noble family, she decided to run away with her fat cat named Chubchub and ended up joining a troupe of Dancers and decided to travel with them)

Shay Pierina (A Miqo’te who was found as a child outside a small village that is part of the Ul’dah kingdom. Adopted by kind Hyurs, she lived in poverty but didn’t let it bother her and worked to protect her family. After discovering the Echo, she happened upon a member of the Scions and decided to join and travel away from home. becoming a Warrior of Light.)

Orabella Kalon (A Summoner from the First, Orabella is a scholar seeking to learn about the magic of her world. After wandering into the pixie land, she ends up captured but free some time later when Titania is defeated. Now she lives there studying the pixies.)

Bleach:

Hiromi Tori (A Soul Reaper in the 13th squad who is serious nature for the most part. Calm and collected outside of battle, she isn’t much for small talk and tends to get straight to the point. Her mind is usually focused on the mission and protecting everyone. She can get annoyed at distractions and is often training when not working.)

Selene Fenagari: (WIP Selene is…a dork. Easily distracted and acts rather dog-like, loving getting petted, chasing balls or animals, or even shifting and barking at cats. When on duty, she does her absolute best, serving the Gotei 13 in stopping villains or just protecting the people while out on patrol. Despite her silly antics, the people adore her and shower her with gifts and headpats.)

Pokemon:

Hex Maniac Kayleen: (Kayleen grew up around the occult, her parents super into it and trying to summon the paranormal as well as learn magic. Kayleen was terrified of it but slowly learned to embrace it when she met a friendly Gastly. From there she befriended other ghost and dark Pokemon, the scaredy-cat girl not enjoying it from time to time.

For a long time she was super shy and had social anxiety, but decided to be brave and try to face it by becoming a Pokemon trainer. Now alongside her ghost and dark type Pokemon cheering her on, she desires to learn and make friends and meet Pokemon she has never seen before. Has a Soul Eater verse under Alt. Verses!)

Naruto:

Midori Mihata (A clumsy, scared ninja girl who one would possibly say is the worst ninja ever. Wants to make her clan proud and tries hard to be the best she can be. Also gets rather flustered and shy around boys. Has a FF14 verse!)

Kiyomi Tenshi (Loud, rambunctious, and rather hyper and reckless, Kiyomi is also one that some would possibly say is a terrible ninja. She fights more like a martial artist, punching and kicking and running straight into bad guys.)

Naoko Shizuko (The only one who acts like a true ninja in the trio of Kunoichi, Naoko is soft spoken, almost monotone voice and always with an unreadable expression. Despite this, she is incredibly smart and well trained in her ninja techniques which involve shadow tricks. She is the one to get the other two out of danger most of the time.)

Fire Emblem Three Houses:

Diana Fotieni (Diana comes from Faerghus and is striving to become a knight of the kingdom like her mother before her. A student at the academy under the Blue Lions house, she is studious and trains hard, mostly to show the head of the house Dimitri her worth as a possible knight as he is heir to the throne. Has a Kingdom Hearts verse and a Final Fantasy XV verse as well!)

Genshin Impact:

Kyana Aeira (A Pyro Vision user from Mondstadt who dreams of becoming a Knight of Favonius one day. She works hard taking on random tasks from the people to prove herself capable. She is determined and optimistic and tends to listen more to her emotions than think with logic. Also has a One Piece verse but also many aus and can fit anywhere with heroes!)

Yueliang Song (An Electro Claymore user who is an adventurer working for the adventurer’s guild but is also a dancer on the side, performing for festivals held usually in Morax’s honor. Confident in her skills as an adventurer and her dancing, she works hard day and night.)

Iyumi Akuma (Iyumi is a Fatui Mage hailing from Snezhnaya who is on the prowl for someone cute she can call hers. To most she acts vicious and snobby, ready to electrocute them should they get on her nerves.

But should she find the someone she wants, she becomes more adoring and flirty, chasing after them until she can have them. Which can turn into an aggressive chase should the other not want her. Also has a Pokemon verse, demon/vampire verse, dark goddess verse and many more!)

Amatus Koheikaze (A Oni girl from the Red Oni tribe of Inazuma, Amatus works hard as a samurai of her clan, fighting with a katana as well as using her Anemo vision. Though she acts rather serious, she holds a softer side that cares deeply for her tribe, desiring to protect them no matter what. Her mother is a human while her father is an Oni.)

My Hero Academia:

Tia “Usagi” Fayte (Bubbly kind of girly girl whose quirk is magnetism. She can make anything she touches become magnetic, even things that aren’t normally something you can stick magnets to like trees. She uses this alongside rollerblading to fight and calls herself Usagi for the jump tricks she can pull off while blading around. A student at UA. Also has a The World Ends with You verse!)

Kalliphae Myressei (A moth woman with the ability to heal others using a powder that emits from her. She is a princess of a far off kingdom. Acts with a noble air and always tries to follow her heart. She is a nurse of UA.)

Nier Automata:

10B (A Battle Unit android who is more emotional than the androids of YorHa usually are. She is playful and a tad flirtatious, calling people darling just for the fun of it. She is also very protective of humans or anyone she deeply cares for to the point where she will kill whoever harmed them)

Yugioh:

Miyuki Tenshi (A sweet, innocent duelist who uses a deck with angelic creatures revolving around the Sanctuary in the Sky card. She has a duel spirit, Happy Lover, and has yet to meet anyone else with one or that can see her. Has a Goddess verse alongside Iyumi, a Fairy verse and an Angel verse!)

Monster Hunter:

Sonafuwa (A Paolumu who gained the ability to turn human. Sonafuwa is shy and tends to stay in the trees and away from hunters so she won’t get hunted. When she meets someone friendly, she becomes more calm and is happy to make a new friend)

Sakura (A Pink Rathian that gained the ability to turn human. Territorial at first but can become friendly if she sees the other means no harm. Prissy and doesn’t mind Hunters so long as she isn’t their target.)

Twisted Wonderland:

Colette Eirina (Twisted from Giselle from Enchanted! Colette is the princess of a small kingdom. It’s surrounded by a river, forest and mountains in the back, the kingdom known for its mining of gems from those mountains.

Colette usually stays in her castle but got accepted into RSA as a student. She tends to cause a lot of trouble at home with her ditzy behavior. In fact her air headed ways gets her kidnapped and held for ransom a lot which has really hurt the kingdom financially.)

Fandomless:

Zalira Deona: (A succubus who doesn’t really do succubus things. Her mom and dad are a powerful incubus and succubus pair who wanted her to follow in their footsteps. But all Zalira wanted was to laze around and eat human snacks and indulge in their culture (like manga!). Before they could send her to a demon academy, she ran away from home and ended up among humans.)

The Augustina Sisters: Iris, Lillianne and Camillia, the three princesses of a kingdom called Lapis. They are gifted in water and ice elemental magic. Lily is the oldest and is soft and mature, her older sister personality showing to even those who are not her sisters. Iris is very flirtatious and playful and quite carefree. Camillia the youngest is shy, sometimes prissy, but can warm up to others.

Cheza Fènghuáng (Princess of the city of Nán Sòng, Cheza is rather anti-social and a major bookworm, usually seen cooped up in her private library. Her kingdom is a matriarchy, led by her mischievous mother. Cheza has the ability to conjure fire and turn into a phoenix)

Seraphaura (Seraphaura is from a clan of lamias who hunt humans for fun and for food while also eating other things. But Seraphaura is completely different from them. She has seen an innocent human devoured and wishes to protect them and learn about them. Because of this, her clan laughed at her and was bullied and ridiculed for it. But despite that, she still wishes to learn about humans and their culture.)

Vivianne Noira (Growing up alone in the world has hardened Vivi. She can be untrusting towards strangers though some have shown her some kindness to help her out. She can come off as brash, even possibly rude. But she doesn’t mean to be. Vivi feels she must be tough in order to survive. However if she sees someone in need, she may go out of her way to help them depending on what they need help with.)

Angeline Tenebris (A vampire from a family of vampires sworn to keep their race a secret. They are respected nobles of a town, well-known for their business and wealth. Though most of her family tries to keep their status clean, Angeline is a bit rebellious and curious about the world and frequently sneaks out to learn more about it.)

Fayeth Neri (A dragon girl who is rather air-headed and sometimes slow to speak, making it seem like nothing is going on in her head. And maybe nothing is. She is very laid back and cheerful, always having a lazy smile on her face.)

Aiux Umbrangeli (An assassin who has been trained since she was a child. She wields the ability to create objects out of shadows as well as hide in them. Emotionless and unfeeling towards her target but awkward around others)

Chloe Thaleia (Mischievous thief from a family of thieves looking for her older brother who left home when she was a child. Will steal from you playfully then give it back once she’s caught. Has a magical greatsword she stole that can use the four elements but she has no idea how to use it.)

Aiolos Thaleia (Older brother of Chloe. After witnessing his uncle (who had taught them all they know about being a thief) break the family code by murdering someone, he decided to go on a different path and leave the family. He strives to be a knight or a guard, something he sees as more honorable.)

Ai Malificia (A sweet, innocent girl who was sheltered due to her overprotective parents. She grew up around flowers and a flower shop and developed magic pertaining to plants. Has a Fire Emblem Three Houses verse and a Goddess verse!)

Azathira (Sci Fi OC! Azathira is a well trained assassin alien. Her species thrives in being the best at fighting and killing and she is no different. She makes her living taking on bounties and delights in taking them down. Then uses the money to partake in a feast wherever she goes.

On the side, she sometimes steals things as well, mostly from the person she killed. She travels around taking jobs and simply exploring the universe all on her own. Though a small part of her almost wishes she could have some company for once.)

Melfina (Sci Fi OC! Melfina when she was young was in a bad accident that cost her an arm. She was able to get a prosthetic cybernetic replacement and decided she wanted to learn how to take care and maintain it. From there, she grew to like fixing such mechanisms and became a mechanic who specializes in cybernetic parts or androids.)

Ourania Thanos (A dragon that can turn into a human. Cocky, egotistical, and loves to show off to others. Loves to fight people just to fight strong opponents and also loves to eat lots of meat and drinks lots of ale.)

Nikki Irving (An oddball Alchemist of a girl who stumbled upon a cursed Eldritch Being who had been shrunk and turned into a tiny octopus. She decided to keep it as a pet, named it Tickles, and has no idea it is slowly influencing her mind. Has a Pokemon verse!)

Aku Yazoi (A wannabe punk boy who is hot tempered and tries to act cool but is a sucker for cute girls. Is kind of a dweeb. Loves to race on his motorcycle. Has a Yugioh 5Ds verse!)

Sylvao Ter’on (A clever demon in charge of a mercenary group including a couple of odd twins he found as children. He can be ruthless to those who oppose or disobey him but otherwise treats whoever follows him with kindness and helps them with anything they need. Also has a vampire verse!)

Opal Ter’on (Also simply known as “The Witch” is the twin sister of Klaus “The Werewolf” and serves a man named Sylvao. Calm and almost emotionless, Opal seems to care not for the company of others and is devout only to Sylvao (and prefers hanging with him).

She also picks on her brother sometimes when he is being a nuisance. Opal is a talented mage who can use all sorts of magic as well as make all sorts of potions. Between that and her witch-like style, she earned the witch nickname others have given her.)

Klaus Ter'on (A wolf boy who serves under a clever demon named Sylvao alongside his twin sister, a witch girl named Opal. Klaus can be rabid and wild when in a fight but set him next to an attractive lady and he turns into a perverted dog. Though if treated with kindness (and ear scratches), he can be quick to tame and will follow you anywhere (though would never go against Sylvao’s orders.)

#ooc #all available characters #all available ocs

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cyprus-green · 2 years ago

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Please do 10!

Dramione Prompt Fill #10 'If you die, I will fucking kill you myself! '

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'Draco we need to go, NOW!' Hermione shouted.

She threw a protego around them both, strengthening the one Draco had set only a few minutes before.

Draco nodded in response, his grey eyes intensely focused on the task at hand. He twirled his wand, pulling it away, snaking it around and repeating the motion. Nearly done with the complex spell he was weaving over the small silver bracelet in his gloved palm. The inconspicuous object, an artefact from the great Malfoy collection, glittered brightly reflecting the spells being thrown in the area. This particular piece was stolen from Lucius's personal vault, a very traditional marriage gift, now a horrible weapon that could take out a hundred wizards, in a matter of seconds. Despite his father's attempts to disown him, Draco was still recognized by all the Malfoy blood wards and he was going to take advantage of what he could.

Draco's brow dripped with sweat but his eyes never left the bracelet.

'I know! Just a second more.' Draco yelled quickly. Suddenly he closed his eyes and began chanting the final lines of the spell. It was an old magical language that he couldn't understand, but knew it would do the job. The grass around the the pair began to glow as small green flames poked through the ground, creating a boundary between them and the death eaters.

The group around them had grown from six to twelve in a matter of minutes. And Hermione had already taken down five. Only in these types of moments did Hermione aim to kill. Only with her back to the wall. But oh when she did, she did it with an unmatched viciousness.

'Draco...' Hermione gritted through her teeth, and Draco heard the warning in her tone.

He was out of time.

Hermione sliced through the air and sent hex after hex in quick succession. Two death eaters clutched their stomachs as their intestines spilled graphically onto the grass-- it reminded her of the time she saw a gang of neighborhood lads kick over a butchers cart, watching pounds of uncured meats and long looping ropes of sausage fall to the pavement. She had sliced them clean open from their chest to their groin. Their strangled cries caused the others to stiffen in fear. Everyone had known that Draco Malfoy was a dangerous wizard. But Hermione Granger? She was beyond anything they had ever encountered. Moving elegantly and quickly, you'd be dead before you ever saw her wand.

It was rumored she had stolen the wand she now used from Lucius Malfoy himself, both of their original wands having a dragon heartstring core. Many who faced her in battle would agree, that though diametrically opposed in life, she and Lucius fought with a nearly identical ruthless competence. They had the same deadly aim, and a wicked imagination. And because of it, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy were not the team to be caught in a dual with.

The Golden Girl turned and threw a bombarda at another masked wizard's chest, creating a hole the size of a quaffle. From her height she could see straight through, but moved on quickly.

The air smelled of smoke and blood; thick with the distinct rot of dark magic.

She looked over at Draco who swore, but oblidged when she pulled him to her side. She blocked again as Draco's protego began to fade.

'That's as good as I can get it! I'll set it. Apperate to the safe house ahead of me. I'll be right behind you!' Hermione saw the fear in Draco's eyes. And she also saw his unwavering determination. His will to live had been revived the moment she found him alone and bleeding out in the forrest of Dean. He had been deserted, left to die by his own men. He even tried to fight her at first, thinking she was a demon sent by the Grim Reaper to punish him for his sins. When she convinced him otherwise, he was greatful and delirious.

From that moment on, Draco Malfoy worked for the Order. Though he would argue otherwise, saying he only ever worked for his own benefit, Hermione knew it to be a lie. His loyalty laid with wherever hers was, and it had not wavered once.

Something had changed between them the moment Draco woke up to Hermione sitting bedside, a book in her hand and pain potions in the other. To her suprise, and eventual delight, the bigoted boy she had once known, seemed to have died that afternoon in the forrest of Dean. And the two became inseparable. For among The Order, she alone was willing to help Draco heal from his debilitating wounds. They became dueling partners, as no one else would stand beside a deatheater in a fight.

Who besides, Hermione Granger 'savior of elven-kind, patron saint of the underdog' would trust an excommunicated, pureblood deatheater. Who else would trust a Malfoy to not lead them all into a trap? Very few, it turned out.

It appeared that only two people in the entire Order of the Phoenix (Hermione Granger and Remus Lupin) trusted Draco's turn of heart. Whatever Hermione had seen in the young heir had been enough for Remus. So Draco stayed. And from those early days on, Draco and Hermion became a team. The deadliest, most unconventional team The Order would ever have in rotation.

One thing was for certain, amongst the resistance...Around his 'Granger ', Draco Malfoy was a changed man, becoming braver than anyone expected and more loyal to her than anyone could have ever imagined.

That is how the pair found themselves surrounded by a swarm of death eaters, on the outskirts of a small farming village. They had been sent out on another impossible mission, faced with another chance of death. A typical Tuesday afternoon for the duo.

'I'm not leaving without you. We come back together, or not at all. We promised.' Hermione's back was to Draco and he growled as he sent three of his old comrads flying backward through the air with one rapid, fluid motion.

'Granger, just go! Please-' Draco began, his voice pleading.

Suddenly Hermione's shield was penetrated and she gasped and clutched her side.

'Talk to me Granger!' Dracos voice was steady as he sent back two green curses, hitting the man who had gotten past their defenses square between the eyes.

'I'm fine! ' Hermione called back, and sent out her own green curses, missing her target by a hair.

'Lets just GO. NOW!' Draco looked down at his partner and caught her eye.

Something was wrong. His eyebrows knitted, but he had no time to figure out what exactly set his hair on edge.

'On the count of three! You set it. I'll apperate us out.' Hermione looked nervously at the green flames surrounding them.

'Three!' Hermione shouted and Draco whispered to the braclet, throwing it quickly over he heads of their opponents, landing behind the group.

'Two!' By this moment the green flames spread like lightning from the semi-circle to the small object. Every person it encounted on the journey became anchored to the ground, flames coming up from underneath their boots, licking at the hems of their robes. Their cloaks and capes going up in flames within seconds.

'ONE!' The entire host of death eaters, now numbering at least 18, began screaming in pain, unable to move from where they stood. They became engulfed by the quick moving, high burning flames. The smell of flesh made Draco want to gag. But he took in a deep breath in anticipation of the jump.

Hermione linked her arm with his and for a split moment he didn't feel them move. Cold terror filled his veins but when he looked down he barely had a chance to register anything before he felt them tugged inward and spit out again.

....

The pair landed and stumbled, Hermione nearly crashing into a nearby tree.

She grabbed onto it and panted. Her body and face angled away from Draco who had immediately fallen into a patch of tall grass, his blond hair poking through its yellow-green.

He wasn't sure where they were, or why she had taken them here, but that was the least of his concerns as he watched her try to find her grip on the tree's bark.

He stood quickly and removed his gloves, moving to place a hand on Hermione's back. He ran his palm up and down, pausing at her shoulder.

'Alright there, Granger?' His voice was cautious. Tight.

Hermione didn't turn but hummed in the affirmative and lifted her hand, waving him off. Her body sagged against the tree.

'Just grand. Just. Need. to... catch...my..' and before she could finish her sentence Hermione crumpled. Draco caught her before she could hit the dirt and lifted her, bridal style, cradling her against his chest in alarm. Her body was deadweight in his arms. Her eyes were closed, but she was still conscious, crying out in pain.

'Where did it clip you?' His voice barely concealed the extent of his concern. They'd both been injured before...but those times they had apperated back to the safehouse. Where real healers could care for them.

When Hermione didn't answer him, he laid her down carefully on a soft patch of grass. Placing her gently on her back, he saw her eyes open as she began to shift and groan more loudly. There was no evidence of blood from where he could see-- and it made him all the more frightened.

He looked around and removed his coat placing it under her head. He thought to apperate, but decided it was too risky. A wrong move and Granger might be splintched in half. Casting a locator spell, nothing appeared and he groaned. The silence indicated that they were very, very far from any town and consequently, completely and utterly, fucked.

'Talk to me, Granger. Ey. Look at me. Granger? Tell me where it hurts.' Hermione had become pale, her warm brown complexion now pallid, her skin covered in sweat and grime.

He surveyed her quickly and leaned down, one hand cupping her cheek. His other hand lifted her layers, pressing gently, searching for the source of pain. So far her chest was untouched. As were both of her arms.

'Did it get you in the ribs?' Draco asked more firmly. 'Granger...Your ribs?'

Hermione didn't answer but clutched Draco's forearm stopping him for a moment. His eyes were wide and frantic, hers barely able to focus. She tensed and cried out thrashing in pain, reaching for her trousers.

'Granger, I'll fix it. Just hold on. Fuck!' Draco cursed and with shaking hands undid her denims, pulling down the right side where her hands kept trying to grab.

He set his jaw and held his breath as he peeled the thick fabric down to reveal a deep wound, with a jagged purple edge.

It was oozing black liquid. The wound was already bigger than his hand, reaching from her navel to the edge of her upper thigh.

A Curse. Corrosive. Painful. Deadly.

He blinked and looked back up at her, rolling his jaw. Her eyes were fixed on his. She had stopped thrashing. Instead, she shivered. Her eyes pleading.

Trusting but so afraid.

Her hand, which now was covered in black ooze, reached for his. It was trembling.

He grasped it and swallowed. Feeling the terror spreading from her, through their grasped hands, to his chest and his throat. She must have seen how bad it was.

'It's alright Granger. I'll fix it. Just hold on to me okay?' he nodded at her reassuringly but felt cold.

This could not be happening. Not now.

Pulling from all he knew of dark curses, Draco began reciting every heaing charm and countercurse he could think of.

One to clean the wound, did nothing.

Another to seal the wound, did nothing.

A general countercurse, did nothing but cause her to scream louder.

Another countercurse pulled at the viscous black liquid, revealing the wound to be deeper than he feared. He could see unknown, mangled tissue. The white of her hip bone. He cursed and felt her grip his arm more tightly, nails digging in.

She found her voice and let out one singular howl.

DRACO!

He closed his eyes for a moment holding her down.

'I know. I know. Shhh, I know it hurts. I know. We must keep trying. We have no other choice, Granger. Listen to me. Granger? I'm not going to let you die. I promise you. Just breathe...just breathe.' He was nearly in tears, frantic, shaking. But his wand was steady as he spun it clockwise, then anti-clockwise. His breath was shallow and rapid but he forced himself to take a deep breath.

Every countercurse he attempted after appeared to have no effect. She brought his hand to her face and he felt her cheeks wet with tears and sweat. But he couldn't look. He had to save her. If he looked now, he'd break, and that was not an option.

'Hold on Granger. Come on, Golden Girl just hold on for me.' He heard the terror in his voice. No hiding it now. He gently removed his hand from her grip and he felt her shudder. He shushed her gently, still not looking up. Her breathing was ragid.

He had a thought. A Single. Wild. Imposible thought.

He would do anything to keep her alive.

Anything.

Draco removed his rings and his jumper, leaving him in a plain black t-shirt. He was covered up to his elbows in dark fluid and tried to clean off his hands with his shirt to no avail.

'Granger, I'm going to try something, okay? If you hate me after, then so be it. I'll let you crucio me.' He looked up at her quickly and exhaled sharply at the sight. Her eyes unfocused as she gasped, her small body shivering.

This had to work. It had to.

He quickly pulled a dirk from his waistband.

Desperate times.

Slicing his palm open, the blood pooled and he allowed the deep red of it to spill into her wound. He began to chant the ancient words. An amalgamation of Malfoy and Black rites, ones he had been taught as a 14 year old. At the time he learned them, he read them carelessly, with not nearly as much solemnity as they deserved.

Hermione gripped his arm with more force than he had felt since they apperated. He looked at her to see her eyes open in alarm. He set his jaw and continued to recite the words. He grabbed her palm gently and brought it to his lips quickly before he apologized and sliced it down the middle.

She grunted and twitched. He looked down at her confused expression and pressed their palms together. Her eyes widened and she whined and murmured but he couldn't make out any discernible statments. He shook his head and held her hand more firmly as his wand circled her wound again and again.

Suddenly her body stiffened and she let out an agonizing scream as a great ball of ooze began to levitate up and out of her. The curse itself seemingly being torn from her body and her magical core. He shouted over her screams, bringing his face closer to hers, holding her hand as tightly as he could. He began to feel a burning sensation pulling at his navel and before he knew the pain was so bad, he was struggling to complete the spell. But he had to. He had no other choice. His Golden Girl was relying on him.

With all the strength he had left he yelled the final phrase and a pulse of magical energy knocked him off his knees and onto the grass, half ontop of Hermione's still form.

When he opened his eyes he groaned and grabbed his side. He ignored the pain, rolling over and struggling to kneel over Hermione's body. The ooze had disappeared from sight.

Granger was still. Eyes closed.

When he observed where her wound had been, he saw new skin covering the once open flesh. Something had worked--what, he could not be sure.

He put one shaking hand against her cheek. Cool to the touch. He shuddered and leaned over her, placing his ear against her chest. Faint wheezing sounds let him know she was still breathing. But only just barely. He brought his face close to hers and shook her.

'Granger. Come on, Granger wake up.' He looked at her and swallowed.

He patted her cheek and brought his other hand to her neck, feeling her weak pulse. He closed his eyes. Breathing in deeply he yelled helplessly into the silent clearing, digging his fingers into the dirt.

His eyes filled with tears.

Hot. Angry. Tears.

He grabbed the front of her coat and shook her limp body.

'Absolutely not!' His voice was caught in his throat, but it cut through, enraged.

'This cannot be happening!' He shook her forcefully again, gripping her lapels in his blood stained hands. Her head lulled back.

He let her coat go and roughly brought her up, placing her body across his lap. He grabbed her face roughly with both hands and brought his face flush with hers, letting out an angry cry.

'If you die I will fucking kill you myself! I forbid it....Do you hear me Granger?'

He pressed his forehead against hers and sobbed, holding her body tightly to him.

'I swear to Salazar Slytherin, I will. I'll fucking kill you. How could you?' He was crying and yelling in her face. Rocking them back and forth. His tears falling onto her skin.

He pulled back, cupping her face. Another sob wracked through him as he brought his lips to hers. Nothing about it felt like he had hoped their first kiss would.

He shook his head and whispered against her lips. 'Save me...and make me fall in love with you... Just for you to fucking die? How is that fair, Granger?'

He pulled back and brushed her hair away from her face. Even now she was beautiful. And his expression crumpled into anger once more.

'You fucking bitch!' his body shook but his hands held her head steady.

'Are you just going to lay there and let me call you that Granger?' Anger filled his voice again. 'Are you going to simply give up? Like this?'

He growled and slapped her cheek.

'Fuck you! Come back and fight me, Granger!' He threw himself over her again. His words muffled by her hair and by his sloppy kisses to her head.

'You coward, come back! We are not done here. Come back and hate me again.' He got close to her ear and whimpered, his eyes closed in complete and utter devastation.

He remembered how she refused to apperate away without him, not a half hour ago. Because they were partners. And so much more that he had no words for.

And now she was leaving him. After promising eachother years ago to always return to HQ with eachother, or not at all.

They were a team.

That thought ruined him. He broke and howled into her neck. 'Don't leave me, please Granger!'

'Please, please! Oh Gods, please!' He kissed her. Lips. Again. And Again. Caressing her face. Fingers playing with her hair.

'Hermione. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. I'm so sorry.' He shook, and wiped his eyes, tears now completely obscuring his vision.

He touched her cheek and let his thumb caress her lips. 'Please Golden Girl, you can't die. You can't, Hermione.'

Placing his lips to her temple he held her against him, crying into her hair. She smelled sweet. Even now.

After saving him from the brink of death she was going to leave him.

He lay over her sobbing not knowing how much time went by. He could no longer hear her breaths. He whispered broken words into the space between them. 'I will never forgive you for this Granger. I won't.'

He felt exhaustion threatening to take him. He prayed to join her and caught himself just before falling over. Carefully, he layed down and cradled her close, bringing her against his chest. He could no longer feel her pulse with his fingers, so he just laid there and sobbed.

His cries were weak and defeated. 'Gods take me with you. You can't leave me.' and before he knew it darkness and devastation overtook him.

....

'Draco. Draco! Wake up!'

He shook his head. A Vision? A Demon? An Angel? Must be. Because it couldn't be her. He could not let his heart even begin to hope and immediately tried to fall back into unconsciousness once more. He was in no mood for mind games.

He felt a strong zap between the eyes and yelped, sitting abruptly. Kneeling above him was Hermione Granger, holding her wand tightly. His breath barely came and he couldn't find his voice.

She looked worse for wear, covered in blood and dirt, her chesnut curls full of grass and mud. Her side still exposed. But as far as he could tell the Witch was alive. And by all accounts, that should've been impossible.

'Draco are you alright?? What did you do? How long have we been out? What spell was that? Why were you using blood--' the young woman was interupted by a tackle and a role.

He landed ontop of her, nestled between her thighs his hands tangling in her hair, caressing her face. His lips found hers. He frantically kissed her, whispering vaguely violent, mostly sweet sentiments into their kiss.

'You came back.' He laughed but his voice wavered between anger and relief. 'You horrid Witch. How dare you! How dare you nearly fucking die on me, Granger!' Her lips met his eagerly but she pulled away quickly placing a ooze stained hand on his cheek, their foreheads touching. He felt her chest rising and falling underneath him and he nearly cried at the feeling.

'Draco what did you do? The last thing I remember was feeling something tearing through me. I knew I was dead. But then I remember you cutting open our palms. Reciting things in languages I'm certain I've never heard. What did you do?'

He tried to kiss her lips once more and she shook her head forcefully. Taking the hint, Draco pulled back and looked down at her.

Bloody incredible Witch.

Spotting his rings he grabbed them and held them in his fist, before looking back into Hermiones impatient eyes.

'I had to Granger. I had no other options. You were dying.' His expression was sheepish. Embarrassed. Worried.

'Draco...' her voice, although weak still expressed a threat.

'If you hate me. So be it. I wasn't going to watch you die.' His voice caught, and he coughed.

Her expression softened.

'Tell me.' She placed her hands on his face bringing it close to hers. He exhaled. Eyes a Grey storm on the horizon. He grabbed her hands in his, bringing them to his chest. Dipping low, he nuzzled his face into her neck and kissed the soft warm skin there. He began murmuring into her ear, unable to look at her as he explained.

'As you know, for years, ancient rites typically having to do with family lineage were passed down father to son, mother to daughter. Well the most .... common ones .... and most useful ones are those used for tying ceremonies. And I was taught them as a young teenager...'

Hermione stopped him, pushing him back. Placing a hand on her lips. She breathed, 'Draco are we married?'

Draco flushed and tipped his head back down against hers. He wrapped her up in his arms more tightly.

She wouldn't understand.

'I'm so sorry, Granger. If there had been any other way, I'd have tried it. But you were dying. I couldn't bear to watch you die in my arms.'

He had whispered it, but it lit the air between them like a firecracker. He remained utop her and their chests met in rapid rising and falling.

She flushed but her hands went to his side and when she pressed down he cursed. She gasped and lifted his shirt to reveal the beginning of a purple mark, one that mirrored her own. She was speechless and looked up at him in wonder and confusion.

'Draco... What in Merlin's name did you do?'

'I used a combination of Malfoy and Black marriage rites, to tie our magic cores.' He said it quietly.

'Because you figured if you joined us, your core could help me fight off the curse.' She said it as a statement.

'Yes... and believed it would endow you with the protective blood magic my parents placed upon me as a child.'

'Which is something that happens... when you choose a wife?'

'Precisely. Although some benefits... such as healing and protection occur when one is tied, some occur after the couple... consummate the marriage. Other protections only once rhe Witch conceives.' His voice was resigned. As if he expected her to begin pushing him off of her at any moment.

Either way it seemed as if he was destined to loose her today.

'And if the curse still took me?' Her voice cracked. Why she cared about this, he could only guess.

'With our cores tied, there would've been a chance for it to take me as well... but it all depends on the emotional bond between the pair. So. Yes. I expected that if I didn't die tonight, it wouldn't take long for me to follow after. A few months. A few years. Who knows.' Though Draco suspected he wouldn't have made it a week.

They sat in silence. The implications of the afternoon ringing in the quiet clearing.

'Thank you. For not giving up.' Hermione grabbed his hands. Bringing them to her lips. Her eyes were watery. 'I know these must be binding. And now you'll never be able to marry the traditional--'

Draco grabbed her jaw forcefully and let his lips caress hers, his tongue forcing itself between her parted lips.

He breathed, 'You really don't know, do you?'

Her silence gave away her answer.

'I love you, Granger. Have since the day you found me. I regret nothing. As long as you're still here.' He searched her eyes.

Was the feeling mutual? He doubted it. How could she love him? Death Eater. Childhood bully. She healed him, yes, but love him? That was too much to expect. Too much to even begin ask.

He paused again but quickly found his voice.

'I only regret that you're tied to my last name. I want to be clear. I expect nothing. You're free to marry as you wish. You owe me nothing. A life for a life. You saved mine. I saved yours.' He finished, his voice tight. It was coming. He knew it.

But she leaned in again, closed her eyes and kissed his lips hard. Tangling her fingers into his blood and dirt stained blond hair. She gasped at the unfamiliar feeling of her magic reaching out to his.

'I've fallen for you, Draco. I did so, very quickly. I can't even remember what it is to not love you.' Their magic curled and twisted around eachother. Mirroring eachother's movments, savoring the ways it fit seamlessly into one another.

The enthralling joy of their combined magic compelled him to kiss her. To press their bodies together until there was no space at all between them. He threw himelf onto her, a boyish laugh rumbling through him. Her magic felt like autumn breeze and warm apple cobbler. It felt like home, and indulgence, and a secone chance.

He grinned at her, all teeth and smiling eyes. He took the small ring in his hand and held it out to her. His pinky ring. She hesitated, but took it from his hand placing it on her middle finger. The enchanted ring pulsed, accepting her magic. She had no idea what it meant but felt no discomfort.

She kissed him again, peppering them all over his jaw as she twisted her fingers into his hair. He swore and groaned. She laughed at his helpless expression. 'And the other benefits? What of those?' Her eyes sparkled full of life. A dash of hope.

It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. And it felt like time itself had stopped around them.

But he knew better. The war still raged. The order would be searching for them. There was still a world worth fighting for. A world where such a union between a muggleborn and ex-deatheater might be possible.

They had to leave.

'Come on Golden girl. It's time we find our way back. Lets get you cleaned and looked at. By a real healer, yes? And after you heal, you can decide if this is what you want. Alright?' He kissed her chastely, gently caressing the back of her head, cradling it in his hand. He needed her to be sure.

'And what if I wish to make love to my husband?' Hermione spoke into his kiss, not opening her eyes.

He groaned, touching their foreheads together. This Witch.

'Then you shall, my Golden girl. You can have whatever you desire of me. It's you and I. A team. We come home together or not at all. I promise.'

....

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valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn · 2 years ago

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Why people who rightfully hate Sylvie are fans of Wanda? She is also an abuser who faced zero consequences for her actions because she is a woman.

Wanda is an abuser? Look, I'm going to assume this ask is in good faith because if I don't...

I've answered a bunch of asks (this is one of many) about her and Westview but in short, yes, what she did there was wrong and I have never said otherwise. There's also a context and a reason why it all happened and while it doesn't excuse nor justify her, it explains her. No, she's not abuser and for the love of everything stop calling people who you think are evil or somewhat villainous "abusers", that word means something and yes it's a big deal and no it's not a synonym for "bad guy/girl".

But to claim she never faced any consequences... wow. What is this then?

Straight jacket + collar for 1) refusing to sign Accords that removed her and other people's civil rights, 2) fighting a battle started by Stark after he had chosen to ignore what Steve was telling him.

This isn't for Lagos (a place where she saved the lives of countless people on the street, not to mention Steve's, but the media and Ross chose to ignore that and focused on the people killed by... her? nope! Crossbones! But hey, why blame him when you can blame her, amirite?), she is in the Raft for refusing to bow down to Stark + US government after, may I remind you, she had been arrested illegally and forced to stay in the compound.

She faces no consequences, then what is this?

Oh right, they weren't real. Well, they were real to her. She is losing them, killing them in fact, as she willingly chooses to destroy the Hex so that the people in Westview can be free. She could have chosen to keep it up just as easy, she was given a choice and she chose the right thing for everyone except herself.

Wanda: "I'm sorry for all the pain I caused"

Wanda: "I knew you'd show up sooner or later wanting to discuss what happened at Westview. I made mistakes and people were hurt"

Sylvie was told to wait a damn minute so that Loki and her could talk about it and what she did was betray Loki, kick his ass and get on with her personal vendetta not giving a flying fuck who got hurt in the process. And even then I can sort of understand people sympathizing with her (even if I don't) but to claim Wanda is an abuser and she faces no consequences is just plain wrong, not to mention the fact that her gender doesn't change absolutely anything taking into account just how much Waldron ruined her in MoM.

Frankly if we can't tell the difference between explaining a character and justifying everything they do then what's the point. But also, if we're going to remove all nuance and context to everything they did then I assure you every single character in the MCU is going to turn into a villain. Every.Single.One.

#wanda maximoff #pro wanda maximoff #anti tony stark

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amazingmaeve · 4 years ago

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Neck kisses ━ p. parkinson

─ “i love it when you kiss my neck.”

summary ─ y/n loves it when pansy kisses her neck

request ─ a pansy smut requester with the numbers 22 27 29 please 🥺

warnings ─ smut (18+)

a/n ─ love writing for pansy!

word count ─

tags ─ @chokemepansy @faerabella @amourtentiaa @inglourious-imagines

Soft kisses flutter against Y/Ns shoulder as she stares at herself in the mirror. Her hands explore Y/Ns body as she leans her head against Pansys shoulder. Y/Ns breath hitches as Pansys hands trace the top of her skirt. This wasn’t how this started with tender touches; it was much worse.

“I love it when you kiss my neck,” Y/N remembers saying to the Slytherin girl who was too preoccupied sucking and kissing her neck.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be for Y/N and Pansy. With Pansy being a pure blood with pure blood family who didn’t like muggles, which is what Y/N Y/L/N was. Pansy believed everything her parents told her, until she met Y/N. A bright witch the same age as her that made her heart flutter. Pansy didn’t know why she was feeling like that but she did.

Y/N and Pansy hated each other when they got to Hogwarts, with Pansy being friends with Draco and his little group and Y/N being friends with the golden trio. They despised each other so much that Y/N almost casted a hex on her in their third year when they were saying some crude comments about Harry.

“God I can’t believe how pathetic Potter is,” Y/N heard Pansy say loudly to his friends as she walked down the hallway. She tried her best to ignore them but they just kept getting louder and louder.

“Yeah and his mudblood friends along with the Weasley who looks like he can’t even afford the clothes on his back,” Malfoy smugly retorted looking at Y/N who’s temper just hit ten and felt like she was about to explode at the slytherins. They crossed the line when he mentioned her and Hermiones blood status.

“I know it's too bad those dementors didn’t take them away,” Pansy faked a dreamy sigh Y/N clenched her teeth walking over to the slytherins and took her wand out and pointed Malfoy but Pansy stepped in front of him. “Are you gonna hex me,” She mockingly said.

“Don’t test me Parkinson,” Y/N hissed gripping her wand tighter but deep down she knew she wouldn’t do it and she knew she shouldn’t waste her time on them but they just make her so angry.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Professor McGonagall gasped out of shock at seeing one of her prime students about to hex one of her peers. “What is going on here,” She separated the two girls.

“She was gonna hex me,” Pansy faked a cry as crocodile tears cascaded down her cheeks. Professor McGonagall furrowed her eyebrows in confusion; she knew that Y/N wouldn’t have done this without reason but according to rules she had to be punished. Before Y/N could get a peep out McGonagall stopped her.

“Miss Y/L/N follow me,” McGonagall sternly said then walked away leaving Y/N to glare at the girl in anger before she swiftly followed behind the professor leaving smug slytherins.

That wasn’t their only fight. Over the years they kept making snide comments to each other which led to detention for both or one or the other, depending on the teacher. If it was Snape he would allow Pansy to walk off scott free and Y/N expected it with that teacher knowing he favored his own house.

The attraction towards Y/N didn’t start until their fifth year when she saw Y/N studying in the library. Butterflies erupted in Pansys stomach as she stared at the girl she detested for so long.

Pansy tried to shake that feeling off her since her parents would hate it if she got together with a muggle. But Pansy couldn’t stop staring at Y/N longingly as she studied in the library. The way that she bit her lip in concentration and she flipped the page and jotted notes down for the class. Pansy looked in awe but it soon turned to disgust as she thought the revolting things. She couldn’t like her. She spent these years hating her.

Y/N’s attraction towards Pansy started later that year (5th). She had just finished practice with Dumbledore's army and she caught Pansy looking at her. Once Pansy caught her a blush painted the cheeks of the girl who was starting which made Y/Ns stomach flutter. Why? Y/N thought to herself why is she feeling this way towards a girl she loathed for years.

It kept happening, Pansy staring at her and Y/N staring back which made Pansy look down in embarrassment.

“You’ll be doing this assignment in pairs,” Y/N heard Snape's cold voice which broke her concentration. Snape started to list off the pairs with his usual harsh tone. “.....Parkinson and Y/L/N,” Snape lists and Y/N’s head shot up when she heard her name being said. Of course it was with Parkinson. Once Snape stopped listing everyone went to their respective places while Y/N went to sit next to Pansy who had a sour look on her face.

“Don’t be so mad about it and let’s get this done and over with,” Y/N sneered a glare painted on her face as she got out her book and started to list some of the ingredients off while Pansy just rolled her eyes.

“Can’t believe I got paired with you,” Pansy muttered under her breath and even though under everything she knew that she was kind of happy to be working with Y/N but just didn’t want to admit it.

“You think I’m jumping for joy having to work with you,” Y/N says sarcasm dripping in her voice as she looks up to meet Pansys green eyes. “Because believe me I’d rather work with anyone but you,” She hissed.

For the first time in a while Pansy felt a pang in her heart. She knew she liked Y/N and hearing her say those words made her feel hurt. Like when she got in trouble for messing around with the golden trio but this made her feel even worse.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Pansy muttered her eyes focused on her paper as Y/N looked at her confused. It looked as if she had been sad but what would Parkinson be sad about, they’ve been squabbling ever since first year so why would this hurt her.

Over the next few days Pansy and Y/N have been meeting up for this project and Y/N felt like she was getting closer with the girl. They were joking around more often even though still making snide remarks. Y/N felt her heart race when she had to meet with Pansy.

Her friends often asked if she was okay working with Pansy and she always responded saying that she could handle her.

When the last sessions of them studying Y/N felt almost disappointment as almost though that she would miss working with Pansy. She met with Pansy at her dorm this time instead of her own. Everyone was gone at their classes or in the common room. But Y/N never got over the eerie feeling from the Slytherin common room.

She sat next to Pansy on her bed with green blankets as they finally had finished the assignment the Snape gave them.

“Finally,” Y/N yawned, stretching her arms, feeling her elbows crack. Pansy gave her a tight smile. Before a thought entered her mind this was the last she was going to see Y/N with nice formalities at least. So she decided to make the best out of this situation and lean in and kiss her.

The kiss surprised Y/N as she felt her kiss her, she didn’t respond at first which made Pansy retreat in disappointment but Y/N grabbed the back of her neck and gave her a kiss which surprised her. Of course Pansy kissed back as she put her hands on her hips tenderly massaging them.

The two of them caught for dominance as Pansy finally won and slipped her tongue to let it massage Y/N’s. Y/N moaned into her mouth feeling elated by this kiss. She has never kissed a girl and she has to say it's the best kiss of her life.

“Wow,” Pansy and Y/N said in unison shock going through their veins as they stared at each other with smiles. Pansy hid a smirk while Y/N shyly smiled. They both giggled and started to kiss each other again. That’s as far as it went for that a moment in time they just kissed.

Their first time was much more special.

Pansy and Y/N just kept sneaking around so nobody would catch them. Pansy stopped picking on Y/N and her friends but that didn’t stop Malfoy from doing it though. Even though on opposite sides of their friend group that didn’t stop the passionate moments between the two.

The first time was special to the both of them. It was one night where everyone went out to honeydukes leaving the two of them alone with a few wondering students who were minding their own business.

It was a magical night and after it all laid under the covers pleasured looks on their faces as they intertwined their hands smiles painting their lips. Y/N would never forget that night and neither would Pansy.

Which lead them to the almost the end of the year as they were cooped up in Pansys room where Y/N stood with Pansy behind her kissing her neck. Fingers tracing the hem of her skirt. A happy smile was draped onto Y/N’s as she enjoyed her touch. The tests this year were harder and which made her more stressed. So after every test was done Pansy and Y/N finally got some alone time.

“I just want to please you love,” Pansy whispered in Y/N’s ear making a shiver go down her spine as Pansys fingers finally seeped underneath the fabric of the skirt. Y/N was already soaking from all the teasing that Pansy had done and she smirked feeling her arousal.

“Can you feel what you’re doing to me,” Y/N whimpered as Pansy’s fingers began to circle her clothed clit. Pansy hummed feeling the wetness come in contact with her fingers. She trailed her fingers under the panties and began to softly circle the swollen nub.

Y/N moaned when Pansy made contact with the sensitive part. She hated the effect Pansy had on her. Pansy began to rub faster and faster as Y/N could feel her orgasmt about to approach.

But then abruptly Pansy stopped and removed her fingers from her panties bringing them to her own mouth sucking the juices off them.

“You taste so good love let me get a better one,” Pansy seductively smirked bringing herself to her knees pulling Y/Ns panties down and throwing them across the room and she smirked at Y/Ns shocked reaction. Pansy rubbed Y/Ns thighs soothingly as Y/N herself clench around nothing feeling herself get more aroused. “You ready princess,” She whispered letting her breath fan across her pussy. Her skirt was lifted so it covered Pansy’s head.

Once Pansy’s lips wrapped around the swollen nub Y/N moaned loudly grabbing the back of her head and pulling on her hair. She breathed and moaned loudly as Pansy kept sucking hard on her clit. She trailed her fingers to the inside of her thigh and circled her entrance as Y/N closed her eyes from the pleasure.

Pansy entered her fingers and curled them so they hit her g spot and Y/N almost lurched forward as her fingers came in contact with that spot. And all the while her lips still around the sensitive nub. But not for long as she released her lips and pushed her skirt higher so she could see Y/N’s reaction and what she was doing to her pussy. Y/N clenched around her fingers as she felt herself getting closer and closer.

Pansy kept thrusting her fingers in while her thumb made its way to her clit and began to massage the sensitive nerve.

“I’m gonna cum,” Y/N whined as Pansy rubbed her clit at the perfect pace while her fingers kept thrusting in harder and harder and still kept hitting her g spot.

“Cum all over my fingers like the dirty girl you are,” Pansy said with a smirk on her face while she kept thrust and removed her thumb and brought her lips back to her clit and began to suck as well. That’s all it took for Y/N to moan out Pansy’s name loudly and to see stars

Pansy lapped at her sensitive nerve as Y/N came down from her high. Y/N let out a happy sigh as she finally reached her high. Pansy kissed up her body and made her way towards her mouth.

She wrapped her hands around her cheek and leaned in and kissed. As Y/N kissed her she tasted herself on her lips which made her clench around nothing.

“Don’t worry love we’re not finished yet.”

#pansy parkinson smut #pansy parkinson imagine #pansy parkinson x reader #pansy parkinson #pansy x reader #pansy parkinson blurb #pansy parkinson one shot #pansy parkinson headcanon #pansy parkinson x you #pansy parkinson x y/n #harry potter x reader #harry potter smut #harry potter #harry potter imagine

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forasecondtherewedwon · 4 years ago

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Only in a Sitcom

Fandom: WandaVision Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Jimmy Woo Rating: T

Summary: Darcy has no idea what the hell’s going on with this WandaVision thing, but neither does Jimmy. It’s kinda fun to have somebody to binge-watch alternate reality TV with.

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Darcy, Jimmy, and Monica have been working their way across Westview in as straight a line as possible, knocking on every door in every cute little cul-de-sac in their path. It was Jimmy who asserted they should never put their backs to a dangerous situation, but Monica who overruled that statement, pointing out that they were more likely to stay focused if they didn’t keep staring at the fight in the sky.

Darcy thinks they were both right. There’s a tingle rippling up and down the back of her neck, like she gets when she’s up in the middle of the night, spooked by shadows her anxious, overtired mind is too eager to turn into monsters, but the heebie-jeebies give her the energy to work quickly. She takes on an entire crescent on her own, readying people for a departure she’s certain they’ve been longing for. As she’s coming out the crescent’s other end, she realizes the Hex is getting brighter; the red storm clouds are being sucked back into themselves to leave a thin daylight.

Standing at the corner, she watches Jimmy and Monica emerge from the street opposite. Darcy jogs over, wincing. Wanda could’ve put orthotics in these Escape Artist boots. They’re blistering her feet.

“This has to be a good sign, right?” she asks, motioning to the calm skies.

“Look,” Monica instructs. She jerks her chin and Darcy and Jimmy follow her line of sight to see Wanda, Vision, and the twins coming up the main road.

Darcy gasps.

Wanda’s gone from bumming-around-the-house sweats to battle-ready chic. With her armour-like bodice, gloves that leave those magic fingers free, and an usually-shaped tiara framing her forehead, she’s both intimidating and otherworldly. But she’s smiling. Darcy would call it a sad smile and it hurts her heart to see it, even though she doesn’t understand.

As Wanda passes them with her hand held fast in Vision’s, she turns her head to nod at Monica. It’s in her eyes too, the same thing that’s in her smile. Something tired but present. Gone are the comedically darting glances of her persona as the bumbling new girl in town and the frazzled energy of a mom trying to corral a couple of superkids. It looks like she’s finally letting go of the illusion/delusion.

“Can we do anything for her?” Jimmy asks as the family continues on down the middle of the street.

“No,” Monica says. “The rest is for Wanda to do on her own.”

“We might as well head back towards the center of town,” Darcy says. “We don’t need to waste time at the edges. They’ll be the first to wake up.”

She points to where the Hex is shimmering on the horizon. The seconds pass and the shimmer looks messier, a weave of overlapping wires fritzing with energy. The edge is coming closer, but unlike when Wanda pushed the boundary farther, closing it around Darcy and her S.W.O.R.D. nemeses, this isn’t menacing. Wanda’s powers are no longer looking to consume more territory, they’re contracting. Faster than the incoming wave of the walls, the Hex goes dark. The red glow is intensely magical in the sudden night.

The three of them fan out, hitting the houses in their new route, and make their way back to the town square. They’ve been telling everyone to remain in their homes until they receive further instructions to evacuate, but Darcy spots a figure on the sidewalk by the department story. It’s Agnes, except… not as they saw her lately. No wild hair or billowing, layered outfit. No levitation. Darcy’s wary in the face of the woman who appears so much like her former self, the one supposedly under Wanda’s control. This Agnes has a damn Peter Pan collar poking out of her sweater! She couldn’t look much less threatening.

“What do you think?” she asks Monica when she joins her.

“I don’t know.” Monica peers across the street at Agnes in the dark and when Agnes notices, she flashes a wide smile.

“Well, maybe we should— Hey, no, wait!”

But the Captain strides across to meet Agnes. Darcy almost follows in her idol’s wake, but she quickly remembers that Monica has powers to protect herself that far exceed the right hook Darcy used to drop Agent Handcuffs. Whatever Agnes’s deal is, Darcy knows she’s an entirely different kind of beast from an asshole S.W.O.R.D. agent.

“What’s going on there?” Jimmy wonders, coming up beside her.

Thanks to the stress of trying to speak to as many citizens as possible in a short amount of time, including looking dozens of people still under mind control in the eye and aching for their lack of agency, the fear of and for Wanda as she witnessed that clash in the sky, and, really, the car crash that’s still pretty recent, Darcy reacts to her boyfriend’s presence by wrapping her arms around him tightly. With his tie pressed to her cheek, she feels him hug her back.

“I don’t know,” she says, carrying on the conversation without pulling away an inch, “but Monica’s finding out.”

“Agnes looks like an average Westviewer again. It’s disconcerting.”

“She must’ve been faking right up until she went head-to-head with Wanda.”

“And now she’s one of them for real.”

“Seems like,” Darcy agrees.

When Monica returns to confirm Agnes’s newly mind-controlled status, Darcy peels herself most of the way away from Jimmy, leaving her arm around his back, beneath his FBI jacket. He rests his arm around her shoulders.

“I don’t know what we do with her,” Monica says, hands on her hips. “We can’t undo what Wanda did, but do we leave Agnes here in Westview, trusting that she isn’t able to hurt anyone? Do we bring her in?”

“If it’s beyond our power to help her, maybe we just leave her here,” Jimmy suggests. “Wanda knows where she is, so we let Agnes stay in a place she can be found when or if Wanda decides to release her.”

“It’s tricky,” Darcy says slowly. “Agnes is capable of doing so much damage, and I’m sure she’s going to get good and angry while Wanda has her trapped inside herself. You and I know how that feels,” she says to Monica. “But that Agnes is secure—as far as we know—inside Sitcom Agnes, like little Agnes nesting dolls. I don’t know if this is the kind of punishment she deserves for pushing Wanda to the brink, but I do know it’s not going to be pretty if that inner Agnes is unleashed with nobody around to mitigate the consequences.”

“Sentient Weapon Observation and Response Division,” Monica says softly.

“Hmm?”

“S.W.O.R.D. That’s what we’re supposed to stand for. I think, without Tyler Hayward around, it’s high time S.W.O.R.D. went back to its roots of trying to understand exceptional people, circumstances, and technology instead of just attacking them.”

“Sounds as though you might have a plan, Captain,” Jimmy says. Darcy glances at his face and catches his small, knowing smile.

Monica beams back.

“The former Director may have kicked me off the base, but I’m still S.W.O.R.D. and I still believe in my mother’s original goals for the organization.”

“Hey, it’s your legacy,” Darcy says. “You have my vote for Director.”

“You want to put Agnes under S.W.O.R.D. observation?” Jimmy asks.

“Not just Agnes. Not if Wanda’s willing to listen.”

With the sky rapidly lightening, Monica roughs out a plan that involves a partnership between S.W.O.R.D. and Wanda Maximoff. A partnership because any other dynamic would surely fail. After what they all witnessed today, it’s obvious that someone as powerful as Wanda can’t be held against her will. In exchange for Wanda making reparations to the people and town of Westview (not the least of which will be repairing all physical damage, which Monica knows Wanda’s capable of, since there’s no longer a Monica-sized hole in her living room wall) and an agreement to be held in the custody of S.W.O.R.D., under the leadership of Director Monica Rambeau, Monica thinks she has plenty to offer Wanda.

“You think she’ll do that deal?” Jimmy asks.

“That’s my question too,” Darcy says. “I mean, without the deal, Wanda can go where she pleases, right?”

“But she’ll be alone,” Monica counters. “We know what her loved ones mean to her. That’s what all this has been about—Wanda doing whatever it takes in order to go through life less alone.”

“What can you give her?”

“Vision,” Jimmy says abruptly. “The other one, the one who left. You think he’ll be back.”

“I think he’ll want answers,” Monica agrees. “Whatever Hayward did to him, he did at S.W.O.R.D. and I’m betting that Wanda will see that’s her best chance to reunite with Vision.”

“Vision will come back,” Darcy says, putting it together, “and Wanda will be there waiting.”

“And in the meantime, we use her expertise as we continue our work in a… more transparent vein. Give her access, keep her busy.”

“Keep her happy,” Jimmy cuts in. Monica nods her acknowledgement.

“Yes. Show her what it’s like to help people again. What better way to remind her there’s more to the world than her artificial paradise than to have her consult on the work we’re doing in space?”

“If you need somebody to sell Wanda on the space angle, I’m your girl,” Darcy volunteers.

“I’ve already had some ideas about that,” Monica promises with a smile.

Her eyes focus beyond Darcy and Jimmy and they turn to see what she’s looking at. Black hood drawn up over her head, Wanda’s walking back into the downtown. Alone. Darcy hopes that the fact that she’s black-hatted doesn’t mean she’s already decided against working to redeem herself to rejoin the good guys.

“You better stay in touch too,” Monica tells Jimmy, shifting as she prepares to intercept Wanda.

“If you reach out to Darcy, I’m sure I won’t be far,” he says. Darcy’s heart performs quick, happy thumps.

With that, Monica walks purposely towards Wanda. Darcy watches her cautious body language and Wanda’s tension in response to being accosted, but there isn’t any visible escalation. When FBI vehicles and the team Darcy assumes belongs to Major Goodner roll up the street, Wanda doesn’t flee. Darcy looks to Jimmy.

“You better go take charge,” she suggests.

He gives her a bashful smile.

“I will in a minute. The evacuation should run like clockwork after all the prep we did. With the Hex removed, everyone’s free.”

“They’re free, I’m free…”

“Are you free Saturday?” The smile’s a little slyer now.

“After all this, I don’t even know what day of the week it is,” Darcy admits, “but yes.”

He laughs.

“What are you thinking?” she asks, twisting to face him as his hand moves from her shoulder to her waist. “Quiet night in watching TV?”

“You know, I think I need a break from TV for a while. How about a movie?”

Darcy grins.

“You buy the tickets, I’ll buy the snacks?”

“Deal,” Jimmy says, and smiles against her mouth when he ducks his head to kiss her.

#my writing #Only in a Sitcom #wandavision #wandavision spoilers #Darcy Lewis #Jimmy Woo #Monica Rambeau #Darcy Lewis x Jimmy Woo #Darcy x Jimmy #Vision

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missdawnandherdusk · 4 years ago

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Together In Paris

Auror!Draco X Auror!Reader

Summary: Cliche mini-series: There was only one bed/fake dating

A/n: I have no idea where this came from but it’s beautiful and so soft and cute and ugh. I love you guys so much so let me know what you think as always!! Also this is 8k words because I have no self control at all.

“There has to be some mistake,” I gasped. “Harry, you can’t be serious!”

“I need this case in the hands of my two best Aurors, and that’s you and Malfoy,” Harry leaned against his desk, arms crossed.

Draco was very quiet and very still beside me. Where my anger was loud and biting, I could tell that his was cold and unforgiving.

“Okay, and I’m flattered, but Harry,” I dismayed. “This is a weekend in Paris for a couples retreat. What the bloody hell do you expect us to do there?”

“Act like a couple,” Harry said, as if it were obvious. And I wished that it wasn’t. “And bring in this potions smuggler,”

I huffed and stormed off, heading to my desk to gather what I needed for this god forsaken case. Stupid Harry. Stupid Malfoy. Stupid shiny shoes that were in my line of vision.

“Bloody hell, Malfoy,” I looked up, abandoning my spare anti-hex potions in their bottom drawer. “What do you want?”

“You act like I’m happy about this,” He snapped coldly. “I’d rather spend a weekend in Paris doing something enjoyable with just about anyone else.”

Fury burned in my heart as his words pierced it. I couldn’t deny that they stung a bit. Truthfully, Draco wasn’t the worst person to get stuck on a case with. Instead I was angry because Harry just assumed that I’d be okay with pretending to date someone, even for a case.

“Just what every girl wants to hear,” I snarled. “What do you want Malfoy?” I sighed, continuing to pack my bag.

“What time would you like me to pick you up tonight?” His tone was so polite that it had me reeling, abandoning my task of packing.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“The case, it starts tomorrow evening. I assume that you’d like to get there early and see what we’re dealing with? You have with cases before,” He gave in tidbit of knowledge so offhandedly that I almost missed how Draco had somehow managed to pick up on my habits.

“I... uh. Yeah,” I zipped my bag and slung it over my shoulder. “Is seven alright with you? I have a few things that I need to get in order before we head out.”

“I’ll pick you up at seven then,”

Deciding that the interaction with Draco was one of the weirder moments of my life, I prepared myself for a weekend filled with... coupling—ugh. I spent about an hour ranting to my empty flat as I packed a suitcase and garment bag, my more expensive dresses safely inside. I paused in the mirror and sighed wistfully. Coupled with Draco Malfoy. Yeah right. We weren’t even in the same spheres of influence. Our spheres didn’t even touch remotely.

Promptly at seven, my doorbell rang, and I could tell that Draco was eyeing my jeans and sweater skeptically. I seemed like a teenager standing next to his immaculate, no doubt tailored- to-him suit. Lost. Lost was a good word that fit. I seemed lost when I stood beside Draco.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

“As I’ll ever be,” I sighed, letting him in so that we could apparate together.

I should have looked over the case notes a bit more. I would have dressed better if I had known Draco and I would be staying at the Ritz. I understood Draco’s look of contempt for my wardrobe earlier.

“Are you ready?” He asked again, softly.

“Yeah, sure.” I smiled settling into a fake persona that was desperately in love with Draco Malfoy. With the smile he returned, I could tell that Draco had done the same as he wrapped his arm around my waist. I tried not to gawk at the lavish lobby as Draco checked us in and I tried to also ignore the disapproving looks I got from the staff about my wardrobe. I stuck closer to Draco after one to many nasty stares.

French fell elegantly from his lips as he spoke to the receptionist. It escaped my mind that he could speak the language—it was probably one of the leading reasons that he was placed on this case: he could thrive without a translation spell. The small French woman made a remark that seemed to upset Draco, his words becoming harsh, his lip curling in anger. The woman started to stammer her words in what I assumed was apologies as she smiled nervously at me before pressing a key into Draco’s hands. A bellhop followed behind us with our luggage.

“What was that all about?” I asked Draco when we were alone in a imperial suite—either the Ministry had given Harry way too much power over funds or this had Malfoy written all over it.

“What was what?” Draco asked, drawing the curtains.

“The receptionist,” I gave, running my fingers over a marble statue of the Venus De Milo.

“Yes? What about her?” He raised an eyebrow at me, shrugging off his blazer and undoing his cufflinks.

“You snapped at her,”

“Ah,” Draco’s lips drew into a thin smile. “Well, I could hardly stand for her to be insulting the love of my life, now could I?” Sarcasm dripped in his tone as his smile became wicked.

“Oh, you stuffy people and your stuffy rules!” I dismayed. “Jeans are comfortable! So are sweaters!” I folded my arms childishly.

“I’m not arguing there, but Y/n, come on, at the Ritz?” Draco piqued an eyebrow.

“I didn’t know it would be here! Bloody hell, I would have dressed better if I knew!” It’s what I had been wanting to scream for the past hour that it felt nice to let the words finally leave my lips.

A chuckle fell from his lips as he sat at in a plush armchair, gesturing for me to join him. I sighed and sat in the adjacent chair, pulling my legs up onto the seat with me. If Draco disapproved, he didn’t voice his opinion.

“Now, before we begin,” His voice dropped into a formal tone, and I knew he was speaking about the case. “I need to know boundaries for you. Yes, we have to be a couple, but I don’t want to do anything that will make you uncomfortable or throw you off guard. I need you sharp and focused for us to do this case successfully,”

“That was... almost sweet,” I chuckled darkly.

My tongue darted between my lips as memories that I tried hard to keep locked down came resurfacing. It was another reason for my fury about the case. Harry knew that I had just gotten out of a toxic long-term relationship and I doubted he thought twice about my approval on the matter of this case. My eyes dropped to my lap; my eyebrows drawn together.

“Y/n,” He called softly, drawing my attention from my spiraling thoughts.

“Just...” I started. “I’m fine. Hug me, kiss me, hold me close, call me whatever, I don’t care,” The words were sharper than I meant them to be as I stormed out of the room and slammed whatever door was between us.

Leaning against the same door, fighting tears and the urge to apparate back home, my eyes settled on one large, silk draped, pillow lined, king sized bed.

“No,” I gasped. “No, no, no!” I screamed. “There is no way in hell!”

“Y/n?” A soft knock was on the door behind me.

I yanked it open and met an anxious looking Draco.

“What the hell!?” I gestured wildly to the bed.

“Are you alright?” Draco neared me cautiously. “Are you sure you’re up for this case?”

“Oh, don’t patronize me!” I snapped. “I’m just fine!”

“Then what in the world are you on about?” He folded his arms defiantly.

“The bed,” I hissed.

“Yes, what about it?” Oh, I wanted to punch him.

“There’s only one.”

“Oh, she can count, the day is saved,” Draco rolled his eyes. “Yes, there’s one bed, do you think a couple would be sleeping in separate beds? We have a cover to keep,”

My face scrunched up in anger as I sighed and scrubbed my face, my resolve falling flat.

“Right, the case.” I nodded, putting on a false calm smile. “Any boundaries of yours I need to know about?”

Draco eyed me warily, and whatever he wanted to say died on his tongue as he regained composure.

“Just be polite. Formal. We’re... how did you put it? Stuffy people, not teenagers,” There was a small smile on his lips.

“Right,” I nodded and sighed. “I’m sorry I yelled at you,”

“It’s my fault, I should have warned you.” His tone was soft. “And I also should have mentioned that I fully planned on sleeping on the floor, or perhaps a couch. I’d never impose on your privacy like that.”

I thawed a little more and my smile became a bit more real. “Thank you, Draco,”

“I’ll... leave you alone. If you’d like to change, we can explore a bit, though it’s all about the same here,”

“You say that like you come to Paris for lunch,” I drawled. “Not all of us have been out of the country, Malfoy,”

“You’ve—” He backtracked. “You’ve never been to Paris?”

“No?”

“Get changed,” He ordered. “Never been to Paris,” He scoffed, closing the door behind him.

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“Harry,” Draco hissed, his eyes darting away from your retreating form.

“Can it, Malfoy,” Harry pushed off his desk and rounded it. “I don’t want to hear how you don’t want the case either,”

“Forget about me.” Draco nearly roared. “Don’t you understand how bad this is going to be for Y/n? How much this is going to hurt her?”

Harry looked dumbfounded. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, you are so blind!” Draco distressed. “She just got out of a very unhealthy relationship not a month ago and you want her to pretend to be in love with someone else? Are you bloody mad?”

“It’s just one weekend,” Harry insisted.

“Oh, I pity the girl you take home,” Draco sneered. “I’ll do the case. For her sake.”

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Of course, Draco knew about your breakup. He worked with you for Merlin’s sake. He noticed when you were too quiet or skipped out on meals. Not that he ever meant to, but he liked his routine, and every other person in their rightful place as well. He noticed when a pattern was broken.

You were still a brilliant Auror despite it all. You smiled more. You actual made conversation with him now. He was happy for you. You seemed... free. Reanimated. He feared that this case would be the mental breakdown that everyone around you seemed to be waiting for. And Draco didn’t know if he was ready for that. He didn’t know if you were ready for that.

So, he’d be civil. He’d be a jerk if it meant sparing your feelings. He’d make this as easy as he could for you. He knew what it was like to need to break but terrified of the act itself. To hold his head high despite wanting to lash out at everyone and everything. And he had grown from it. Learned how to break in a healthy way. And how to pick himself back up.

It was about fifteen minutes before the bedroom door opened and you stepped out. Draco’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of you. Switching your jeans and sweater for an A-line black skirt that draped down your frame, paired with a white button up blouse, sheer thigh highs and a pair of heels in one hand and a Prada bag in the other.

“Is this okay?” You asked timidly. “I... I don’t really do this sort of thing,”

Your hair draped effortlessly down your shoulders, and light makeup that gave you an airbrushed look. An inviting look. Whatever made you think that you shouldn’t do this sort of thing needed to be stopped immediately because you looked wonderful.

“Draco?” You pulled him from his thoughts. He blinked a few times, recovering.

“Uh. Yes, that’s perfect,” He rushed out, your cheeks flushing pink. “Shall we?” He offered his arm.

Slipping on your heels, they clicked on the floor, a melody to the sharp sounds of his dress shoes harmonizing on the marble floors.

“So, you’ve never been to Paris?” He mused.

“No,” You looked down. “I’ve always wanted to travel but...” A sharp breath entered your glossy lips. “I guess I can now. Huh,” You smiled at the thought, holding your head high and Draco wondered if your ex-lover had prevented you from travelling. “So, this is Paris?” Your eyes flitted to the towering antique buildings, the smile remaining on your face.

“A small part of it,” Draco chuckled. “The night is coming soon, but if we have tomorrow, I’ll take you around the city,”

A laugh bubbled from your lips, a pretty sound that went with the flowers in the window boxes. The sun was setting and the streetlamps hanging their heads began to illuminate the Parisian streets. It gave the scene around them a softer look, painting you in a golden light.

“You know you don’t actually have to take me on a date,” You mused. “It’s just a case, Draco,”

“Case or not, I won’t have you in my city and not see some of it.” Draco decided.

“Your city?”

“You understand that I do have a summer home here, right?” He raised an eyebrow. “And this is where my family used to come on holiday? And that one of my best friends lives here?”

“Really?” Surprise flickered across your face. “Who?”

“Pansy,” Draco smiled. “She moved here after...”

You nodded and your eyes traced to a small café and a couple sharing a soufflé on the patio. Your eyes dropped to the sidewalk under your heels, your smile falling.

“Would you like to get some dinner?” He asked softly.

“I... no thank you,” Your voice was quiet. “I already ate.”

“Dessert then perhaps?” Draco tried. “Ever had crème brulee?”

“Can’t say that I have,”

Your hand dropped from the crook of his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around yourself. He could see you shutting down at the thought and he wasn’t sure if he should keep pushing you or let you close yourself off.

“Don’t you think you deserve one? You’ve always wanted to come here, you’re here now. Don’t let him ruin it,” Scared he had overstepped his bounds as your silence dragged on, Draco began to grow more worried with each quiet second.

“You’re right,” You finally spoke. “I’m here now. I’m free to do as I please. And I really want to try a crème brulee,” There was a childlike smile on your face.

Draco led you across the cobblestone street to the small café that you had been eyeing earlier and swiftly ordered for the both of you in French as you got lost in the sights and smells around you.

Despite the later hour, the café was far from closing down. The waiter came with the assortment of bakery sweets that he had ordered, and you gaped at them.

“I thought we were getting one crème brulee,” You protested.

“Well, I figured you’d want to try a few other things as well. I know that you enjoy sweet things,”

Draco pushed the small dishes your way and watched you nibble your way through the pastries and desserts, hoarding the ones you enjoyed and passing to him the ones you didn’t prefer. You were lost in your own little world as you marveled at the Parisian pastries, particularly enjoying macarons—as well as your crème brulee.

“Thank you,” You looked down, a soft smile on your lips. “This was... really nice.” The dishes had been long cleared from the table and it left the pair staring that the stars through the shop window.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Draco offered his arm again and led you back towards the hotel.

There was only one bathroom in the suite, so Draco allowed you to use it first. In the meantime, he stood out on the balcony of the suite, overlooking the Paris skyline. It hadn’t changed much since he was a small child. The only thing that seemed to change massively was the one looking out. Draco didn’t know how long he stood there, pondering the stars, but your small voice pulled him from those thoughts.

He turned and you were back into your normal favored attire: cotton sweats and a sweater, thick socks on your feet and your hair in a messy ponytail. A smile touched his lips, because you looked just as wonderful like this.

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The girl in the mirror looked confused, but happy all the same.

“We’re just friends,” I told her. “That’s all I need. This is a case. This is a job, and Draco’s a friend.” She smiled back at me and nodded.

“Draco?”

He was on the balcony, lost in thought I supposed. He turned all the same, a soft smile on his face.

“I... I can take the couch if you want,” I offered. “I’m shorter than you... it’ll probably be a nightmare for you to sleep on the couch,” My gaze dropped as I shifted from foot to foot.

“Don’t worry about it,” Draco smiled, closing the French doors to the balcony and drawing the curtains. “I’ve done it before, I can do it again,”

“Oh,” I wasn’t exactly sure what he meant by that but brushed off the intrusive thoughts that threatened.

Since the bathroom was connected to the master bedroom, I perched on the bed, the bedside lamps on allowing me to continue my book. It was an old muggle classic that I found myself lost in. The bathroom door opened, and my eyes darted over to see Draco with damp hair in an old pair of Slytherin sweats and a V-neck. A small laugh escaped my lips at the sight.

“What?” He demanded.

“Nothing just didn’t expect to see you in Slytherin sweats, that’s all,” I closed my book, resting it on my lap.

“Oh, well.” He flushed slightly. “Goodnight,”

“Goodnight,”

He closed the door behind him, and I stared at the ornate doors for longer than I cared to admit. Sighing, I pulled out the case file and began to comb through the details. Harry wanted us to find potions smugglers who sold to high-brow cliental. From Polyjuice potion to Death Draught. The next sale was supposed to go down this weekend here at the Ritz during a couples ball. There were no names given for the criminals, but a description: male, two meters tall, brown cropped hair, and green eyes.

There was something almost familiar about the description, but I couldn’t place it. Sighing, I set down the file and turned off the lights, settling in for a long day tomorrow. The oversized pillows and expensive sheets offered me no comfort. They were too cold, to silky. I craved my quilt from home and my cotton sheets.

Giving up on the notion of sleep, I threw off the covers and went to the closet. There I found a knitted blanket that was heavenly soft to the touch. Stripping the bed of the top sheet and duvet as well as most of the pillows, I curled up with the blanket and a couple pillows and chased sleep.

“What in Merlin’s name?” The voice was confused and loud for this early in the morning. “What did the pillows ever do to you?”

I blinked out of the warmth of my dream and into the crisp morning, face to face with a disheveled sleepy Draco Malfoy.

“What?” I sat up, scrubbing my eyes.

“The bed? Hell, if I knew you were going to demolish it, I would have said take the couch,” There was a slight smile on his face.

“Didn’t feel right...” I mumbled, hugging my knees. “I’ll... I’ll clean it all up.”

“Don’t bother, we’re paying enough, housekeeping can take care of it. I’ll ask if they can switch the sheets to cotton for you,”

“Oh, no. Please don’t cause any trouble on my behalf.” I stammered quickly.

“It’s not trouble,” Draco smiled. “It’s their job, darling,”

“Doesn’t mean we have to make it harder.” I stumbled out of bed and grabbed my wand, casting a spell so that the bed remade itself. “Why are you up so early anyway? The sun is barely up.”

“Old habit,” he gave a tight smile. “Fancy some breakfast?”

“It’s too early to eat,” I grumbled. “Coffee however is necessary so lead the way, darling,” I drawled sarcastically, draping one of the hotel house coats around me to mirror Draco’s silk green one that he no doubt owned already.

Draco paused at the door.

“If you need an out. Or a break. At any time. Let me know and I’ll get you out.” His voice was careful and serious.

“I’m not going to break,” I refuted defiantly. “If that’s what you’re waiting for.” I pushed past him and out the door, down the hall and to the elevator. The ride was quiet and tense.

“I never meant to imply—”

“Just leave it.” I cut him off. “I haven’t had enough caffeine to deal with this yet.”

“I’m sorry,” Draco whispered as we exited the elevator and I wasn’t quite sure what he was apologizing for, but it thawed me out a bit.

Breakfast was tense and quiet as we ate in silence. Draco read the Daily Prophet and I continued on my book. We made polite conversation with passersby and smiled like we were in love.

And I was in love. With the China teacups and their gold leaf accents. With the rich foods served and the beautiful decor. I was in love with the lavish tablecloths and the fancy napkins. I adored the chandeliers and sconces and fresh flowers that were on every table. It was beautiful and I was in love with it.

It wasn’t fair that Draco looked at home among the beautiful things. As if he came with them. “Are you still wanting to see the city?” He asked cautiously when we were back up in the suite.

“If you’re willing to put up with me for the day,” a smile touched my lips. “I... I know I can be a handful.”

“All things considered,” he mused softly. “I think you’re doing wonderfully.”

I smiled and lingered a moment longer than necessary before heading to the master bedroom to change. Favoring for a pair of high waisted black slim pants and a cold shoulder emerald top, I decided I could have looked worse. Lacing up my boots I headed out to Draco who was laying down his collar. His eyes swept over my figure, leaving me slightly self-conscious as I braided my hair loosely.

“Here,” Draco reached into the nearest drawer and pulled out a black ribbon and passed it to me before reaching back into the drawer. “These are my mother’s, but I don’t think she’ll mind you borrowing them,”

He offered me a black velvet box and inside were nestled a pair of diamond earrings.

“Draco, I can’t—”

“You can and you will,” he smiled. “You deserve it,”

I looked at the earring and my resolves crumbled as I put them on.

“Is this your suite then?” I mused.

“Took you long enough to figure that one out,” he chuckled.

“Should have known from all the green,” I teased back.

“It’s a regal color,” Draco insisted.

“Sure thing darling,” a chuckle left my lips as we headed out the door.

“It is!” He tried again, causing me to laugh.

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Draco had been to Paris just about as many times as he had been to London. Perhaps the city lost some of its shine over the years. Maybe after the war the Paris lights didn’t look the same to him. Perchance he had lost his childlike awe of the historical envied city.

But you... you had never been to Paris. You have never walked along the Seine. You had never seen the Eiffel Tower, never browsed the art of the Louvre. You’d never stood under the light filtered through the stain glass of the Notre Dame. Your fingers never ran over the rough stone of the Arc de Triomphe.

Now you had.

“This was a very nice not date,” You smiled, sitting beside him on a bench watching the people of Paris below you from the top of the Eiffel Tower. “I can see why you keep coming back,”

“I haven’t been since the... since I became an Auror,” Draco’s eyes were trained on the horizon.

“Well... I’m glad you came.” There was a gentle smile on your face as he caught your warm eyes. “On the case, I mean.” You recovered and looked down at your hands. “I know this probably isn’t easy for you either,”

“It could have been worse,” Draco teased lightly. “I could have been stuck with Greengrass,” His words seemed to pull you from your moping thoughts as your smile returned.

“She’s a sweet girl, I’m sure you would have been fine.” You went back to fidgeting with your hands, your eyes dropping to them, “Besides who wouldn’t want to go undercover as Draco Malfoy’s significant other,” It was a sad sort of humor.

“You?” Draco pressed softly.

You gnawed on your lip, lost in thought as your eyes became glassy with unshed tears. “We should go,” You barely whispered, standing. “We have a banquet tonight at the hotel.”

“Y/n,” Draco followed you to the elevators.

“What?” It was a bit more defensive now.

“I didn’t mean—”

“You don’t mean a lot of things, I know,” Your arms folded tightly across your chest, your head ducked down. “It’s fine, we have a case to do and a criminal to catch. You said it yourself, I need to be sharp and focused to do this successfully,” Your tone was clipped, and Draco was taken aback at your sudden change of attitude on a drop of a dime as his words came back to haunt him. “So, if you don’t mean any of it, then neither do I,”

Draco opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came. Your abrasive words sent him reeling. What had happened to the girl who was wonderstruck by the city? The girl who was amused at the street performers and the girl who smiled something carefree? Just when he thought the real you was free beside him, you caged her back again and locked him out, and he shouldn’t care, but he did. Because you were hurting. The same way that he used to.

But he had to admit that you were right, he had a case to accomplish. And if he wasn’t focused you could get hurt, he could get hurt, or the felon could slip through your fingers.

In his well tailor suit and his hair coiffed back precisely, he was ready to do everything and mean nothing. A cold mask that you mirrored as he met you in a deep navy draped silk gown, your heels in hand again. His heart didn’t mean to skip a beat.

Tucked against his side, smiling like you didn’t have a care in the world, he was quite glad that the other guests and staff didn’t expect much animation from him. It gave him time to keep an eye on you. He could schmooze with ease and little effort, and he soon learned that so could you. From the outside, you two looked perfectly smitten with another. Despite his many shortcomings, Harry was right, you two were perfect with this case.

But that’s not what held Draco’s main focus. Instead, it was the constant reminder that this meant nothing. Every gentle touch of your hand, every smile, every pet name, every laugh, every praise of him, every declaration of love, every concerned and caring word—they all meant nothing. It meant nothing to you. It was an act. A job. A case.

And he was losing focus.

Because though you had stumbled into his affluent world in jeans and a sweater, you were now at home among the wealthy wizards you now rubbed elbows with, possessing the grace and poise of someone who was brought up like he was. You knew how to use the silverware set before you. You knew proper etiquette.

“Miss Y/n,”

Amelia Bones, the former head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement was sat at the banquet table along with you and Draco. You rose your head politely, nodding a hello.

“I’m surprised to see you so cozy with Mr. Malfoy, was it not a month ago you were engaged to another?” Her words seemed harmless, but Draco watched your smile become more forced as the breaths passed.

“My apologies,” Draco cut in coldly. “But I don’t see how that is any of your business,”

“Oh, forgive me dearie, I meant no offense at all,” Mrs. Bones flutter her hand.

“Of course,” You smiled widely, “And yes, you’re correct, but well, since working with Draco it deemed nearly impossible not to fall for him,” The look you gave him made him lose focus completely. “And it was an arranged marriage, my parents offered me the option at the beginning of the war, and well, I had no reason to refuse,” Your hand slipped into his. “Until I met Draco that was,”

“Oh, isn’t that just lovely,” Mrs. Bones fawned to her husband beside her. “A real fairytale ending you have yourself Y/n, I’m sure others are just dying to be in your shoes,”

“I’m sure,” Your smile became forced again, but you held your composure.

But that didn’t mean that Draco didn’t commandeer the conversation to keep the attention off of you for the remainder of the banquet. You excused yourself slightly early, though it was a polite time to leave, nonetheless. Draco bid the folks he was talking to and followed you out.

He found you on the balcony, barefoot, your hair out of the tight bun it had been in, your dress still on. The stars stretched out before you over the rooftops of Paris, the Eiffel Tower illuminated in the distance.

“I told you, I’m fine,” Your words were barely audible.

“I didn’t say anything,” Draco retorted, slipping off his blazer and tie.

“You were thinking it,”

He smiled as he came beside you, leaning against the railing.

“Maybe I was,” He sighed softly. “Regardless, you’re my partner on this case, and I dare say you’re a friend of mine. I’d like to know if you’re okay. It’s what friends do,”

A sigh escaped your lips as your eyes lifted from your hands back to the skyline blinking back tears.

“Friends,” You muttered weakly. Not that he liked the word much either, but he’d take it to keep you close.

“I... I know that we—I haven’t had much luck at this, but if... if you need someone to...” Draco trailed off, shaking his head. He knew it was a lost cause. He knew that you didn’t mean anything.

Again, you were quiet. He turned to leave, but you spoke up.

“He was supposed to be my happily ever after,” The words were soft and sad. “My prince charming come to save me.” Draco paused and turned back to you; his brows furrowed. “All this time I thought he’d save me... but I ended up saving myself, and him.” You went from facing the city to facing him, “And he refused to save himself. And made me feel terrible for saving myself... for becoming someone new... someone stronger.”

“You... seemed happier after...” Draco spoke carefully.

You nodded. “Everyone was waiting for me to break. To cry... go off the wall... and sometimes I wonder why I don’t. Why I can’t.” You turned your head to the side. “Sure, I get snappy... and the nights haunt me... but to cry? To miss someone who drained me?” A shrug fell from your shoulders. “I can’t do it...” A pause. “Maybe I am broken. I can’t even break properly.”

“No one said you had to break,” Draco took a careful step forward. “No one said you had to cry.”

“But shouldn’t I?” There were tears in your eyes now.

“No,” Draco shook his head softly. “Breaking hurts, and it seems like you already have. Now you’re just picking up the pieces where you can,”

You mulled over the thought and nodded, facing the city once more.

“They always talk about the one who got away, but they never ask her why she left, do they?” The question was gentle from your lips as Draco left you alone to think. He was sure that he wasn’t meant to hear it, but he did.

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The cotton sheets of the king-sized bed that night welcomed me. The bedding had changed drastically, from silks and down feathers to cotton and quilted blankets. They were still green and gold, but it was an improvement as I stared at the paintings on the walls and ceiling. Despite the change in sheets, sleep still eluded me. Frustrated this time, I slipped on the housecoat and quietly opened the bedroom doors.

Only to find Draco awake with the light on, reading. I almost wanted to smile at how he was draped over the couch in sweats and nothing else, looking at home among the lavish furnishings. He looked up from his book.

“Can’t sleep,” I confessed, leaning against the door jam. “Thanks for the sheets and stuff though...”

“Is there something I can do?” He asked softly, setting down his book, sitting up.

“Got any Sleeping Draught on you?” I asked hopefully.

“Afraid not,” He pursed his lips.

Moving to the adjacent chaise lounge, I curled up under the throw blanket, running the golden fringe through my fingers.

I wasn’t aware of when I had fallen asleep. I was barely aware being carried to the lavish bed and tucked in. I was aware that I had moved when I awoke to the sun shining in through the curtains.

“Good morning,” Draco greeted as I exited the bedroom, dressed for the day.

The day was a quiet affair. Breakfast mimicked yesterday and lunch mirrored dinner last night. There was no time to go out on the city today, not with the masquerade ball tonight. This was the entire reason for this weekend in Paris. To get into this ball and catch the convict. It took the two hours that it took to get ready to remind myself that this was a case, and not a fairytale ending. I didn’t get those.

Draco escorted me down to the ballroom, commenting on how beautiful I was. I let the compliment roll off my shoulders though I desperately wanted to cling to his words. Words that he didn’t mean.

It didn’t seem fair that the entire Ritz hotel was something out of a fairytale and tonight I was required to pose as the perfect princess, though I felt far from it. My only relief was that my eyes were hidden behind a mask. No one would see accidental tears. I had told Draco that I didn’t need to break, but this might just break me.

An hour slipped by of talking and schmoozing other guests before Draco led me to an adjacent standing table, offering me a haven from the prying eyes and whispers.

“Would you care to dance?” Draco offered his hand, smiling, as the next waltz began from the live quartet.

“We don’t have time to dance,” I retorted. “We’re on a case here,”

“It’s just one dance,” He rolled his eyes, his hand sliding to my waist, ready to escort me.

“You need to focus on this case Draco,” I snapped. “We need to catch this guy in case you’ve forgotten.” I didn’t mean for the words to be so harsh.

“Of course,” His hand dropped from my waist, “If you’ll excuse me,” Draco said quietly.

“Dray, wait, I didn’t mean—”

“I’d know those lips anywhere,” A familiar voice purred from behind me.

“Dean,” My breath caught in my throat as I turned, wishing I hadn’t just sent Draco off.

“And I thought he’d never leave.” Dean grinned. “I gotta say, didn’t think you’d move onto some stiff like Malfoy, and so soon. Does he know he’s a rebound?”

“Oh, fuck off,” I muttered, taking my clutch and walking away from him, scanning the crowd for Draco to no avail.

Dean grabbed my arm and spun me back, a dangerous look in his eyes. He pulled me to a quiet corner of the ballroom.

“Let go of me,” I shook him off, drawing my wand.

“Now, now, wouldn’t want to cause a scene, now would we?” His smile became predatory. “There are quite a few important Muggles in the crowd tonight,”

“You’re a bastard, you know that?” I hissed.

“Such naughty language in front of such high paying cliental.”

My eyes widened in surprise. “It’s you,” I breathed out. “You’re the seller,”

“In the flesh, sweetheart,” His green eyes held danger. “What, didn’t expect me to move onto something better? Like you went off and did anything valuable with your life after me, not that Malfoy is much of an improvement.”

I hid my surprise well: he didn’t know that I was an Auror. He didn’t know about the case. Now all I had to do was get him away from harming anyone and pray that Draco would find me to help detain Dean. But to get Dean away from these people, I was going to have to break. Hard.

A perfect masquerade to be someone that I wasn’t. Someone that Dean wanted me to be. Someone who would break my heart.

“Tell me about,” I smiled sweetly, “Maybe I’ll ditch the stiff.” My eyes scanned over Dean in false want.

“So, you realize that leaving me was a mistake,” Dean tilted his chin back.

“Since the moment I walked away,” The lie weighed heavy on my tongue. “Please De,” My hand trailed up his arm.

I could feel my heart splintering.

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“Not to alarm you Mr. Malfoy, but it seems that your lady is being entertained by another young man,” Mrs. Bones spoke softly. “They just left out the side door,”

Draco snapped out of his self-pity party as he scanned the crowd for you, his anxiety and adrenaline spiking. You had found the convict.

“Thank you,” Draco gave curtly, untying the mask from around his head and as soon as the door closed behind him, he took off running, wand out, desperate to find you.

He heard soft voices in coming from an adjacent sitting room and cautiously hovered outside the door.

“Remember this?” The voice was low and husky, and one he didn’t recognize.

“Yes,” Your breathy voice came in response.

A thousand thoughts ran through Draco’s mind and for a moment he thought that you really had run off with someone else. That you hadn’t found the felon, but rather someone to... He didn’t want to finish the thought.

“Say it,” The first voice demanded.

“I’m s-sorry,” Your voice whimpered. “I’m sorry I ever left you. Draco... he—he’s nothing compared to you,” Fear and tears were mixed with your voice and Draco had a very good idea of who was in there with you.

Call it jealousy, or his job, Draco burst into the room, finding you pinned against the wall, hands above your head held there by a young man whose lips were pressed to your neck, making you whimper and squeeze your eyes shut. A man with green eyes and brown cropped hair. Their target. And you had found him. And he seemed to know you. Very well.

Then it clicked. The criminal was your ex-lover. Of course, it was. When Draco saw Harry again, he was going to sock him a-la-muggle.

You look absolutely terrified when Draco caught your eyes. Your mask was gone, and you looked disheveled and defeated.

“I was hoping you’d show Malfoy,” An amused smile curled on the target’s lips as he let you go. You fell to the floor, caught off balance.

“Don’t hurt him,” You pleaded, picking yourself up, and Draco didn’t know if you were talking to him or the target.

“You’re not in a place to bargain, sweetheart,” The target snapped. “Auror Malfoy. Here to turn me in I suppose?”

“After I beat the hell out of you, yeah, it’s on my list of things to do,” Draco snarled.

“What? For taking your girl from you?” The target laughed. “She was never yours.”

“She might not be mine, but she sure as hell doesn’t belong to you either,”

“I’m afraid she does,” The target grabbed your arm and jerked you in front of him, creating a shield between he and Draco with you. “And you obviously care for her, so here’s what’s going to happen.” The man drew his wand and held it to your throat. “You’re going to let me make the deal I need to, and then I’m going to take Miss Y/l/n here and leave,”

Draco glowered, his mind racing to figure out how to get you safely out of this. He could see you trembling, your eyes refusing to meet his.

“Dean, please,” You whimpered, curling yourself into his arms.

Your arms draped around the target’s—Dean’s shoulders as you whispered soft things into his ear that made Dean grin and Draco’s blood boil. How could Dean not see how uncomfortable you were? How you shied away from him? Draco’s grip on his wand tightened.

He watched as your lips pressed to Dean’s neck, your hands trailing down his ill-fitting polyester suit as you slinked your way around the felon, distracting Dean long enough that Draco was able to throw a Full Body Bind at him.

“You bitch!” Dean roared.

“You’re the bitch here,” You snarled. “How in a million years could you think that I would want you?” Seething you rounded your frozen ex, wand drawn. “I did do something with my life you asshole! I’m an Auror! And a damn good one!”

“You never had the guts,” Dean barked a laugh.

“On the contrary,” Draco grinned. “She’s the best one we’ve got,”

“You two set me up!”

“Duh,” You laughed, tucking away your wand.

Draco wanted to warn you about the dangers of the deed, but you surprised him and drew back your fist, landing it squarely on Dean’s nose.

“That’s for assaulting me!” Another to his jaw, “That’s for using me!” One more to his cheek, “And that’s for coming back into my life,”

You turned and walked away from Dean, leaving him bleeding, still petrified. Draco caught your hand before you stormed out of the room.

“I’m fine,” You shrugged him off.

“No, you’re not,” Draco refuted.

“Awe, trying to play hero, now?” Dean jeered.

You froze under Draco’s touch, squeezing your eyes shut, your jaw clenching.

“She doesn’t need a hero,” Draco let you go and faced Dean. “She picked herself back up and walked away from a lowlife like you. You were so wrong to ever assume that she needed to be saved.”

There was a knock on the door.

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I was still trembling. It had been about two hours since Dean first touched me. First shoved me against a wall and forced his lips on mine. From when I had first started to shatter.

In that time, Mrs. Bones had intervened and called backup to detain and court away Dean to Azkaban, the room had been cleaned of any trace of our battle, and Draco and I were alone in the suite, for one last night before we left.

We hadn’t spoken a word since the fight and the tension between us was tangible. Curled up in a deck chair, I desperately tried to rid my mind from Dean and the feeling of his hands on me, his lips on my skin, his whispered words. I shouldn’t be afraid. Not like this. I was an Auror. I was independent and strong.

But hell, I was breaking. Fast and hard.

Draco knocked on the balcony door, drawing my attention. I looked to him, hopeless and terrified. He offered his hand, an invitation, a call. I rose, my resolve fading as I ran into his arms, breaking down in tears. His arms wrapped around me, cradling me to his chest. I frantically grasped at his white button up, trying to ground myself.

Draco gently tugged me to the floor, still cradling me in his arms.

“I—I’m sorry,” I cried out. “I... he... I thought I...”

He shushed me softly and rubbed my back softly. “You don’t owe me an explanation.”

“I didn’t mean it,” I gasped out through tears.

“I know,” His tone was somber.

But though the night dragged relentlessly, it was not the worst night of my life. I took comfort from that. And I was not alone. There was a great deal of comfort in that, too.

My hindsight seemed unbearably clear tonight. I could see every mistake I’d made, every bit of harm I’d done, the small things and the big things. Each pain I’d caused Draco, each wound I’d given myself, stacked up into neat piles that I could not ignore or deny.

And I realized that I’d been wrong all along about wanting to be alone. It had not been Draco and I that I’d been trying to force apart, it was the two parts of myself, the one who craved a companion and the one who was independent and free. But they didn’t know how to exist together, and I should have tried harder to figure it out.

I’d done so much damage.

Draco said little; he just held me on the floor and let me ruin his shirt, staining it with saltwater. At some point a blanket was draped around my shoulders and I was too miserable to figure out where it came from.

It took longer than I thought it would for that smaller, broken part of me to cry herself out. It happened, though, and I was eventually exhausted enough to sleep. While I slept, I felt warm, protected, comforted. I didn’t feel alone.

In the morning, I saw the reason why. It was one of the reasons that had me terrified in the beginning of this entire case:

There was only one bed.

And I wasn’t alone.

Epilogue:

“I did apologize right?” I asked again sheepishly.

“And I told you, you have nothing to apologize for,” Draco smiled. “It’s what friends are for Y/n,”

I smiled at the word. Friends. It was the solution to my dilemma. The part of myself that craved a companion but satisfied the girl with dreams and freedom. It was in front of me the entire time. I wished I had realized sooner, and maybe this weekend would have been different, but friends... more than friends, whatever we were or weren’t, Draco had decided to stand by me regardless, and I was grateful.

“Y/l/n, Malfoy, how was Paris?” Harry asked offhandedly as we reported to him Monday morning.

What I wasn’t expecting however, was Draco grabbing Harry’s collar and decking him.

I covered my mouth, trying to conceal a laugh but failed miserably.

“What the hell Malfoy?” Harry sputtered, holding his bleeding nose.

“You wanna know who was dealing those illegal potions?” Malfoy snarled. “Her ex. And you sent her into this weekend blind,”

Harry’s eyes widened in shock as he stammered out apologies.

I rolled my eyes and left the office, a warm smile on my face. Draco walked beside me.

“You didn’t have to do that you know,” I muttered. “Is your hand alright?”

“I know how to throw a punch and not injure myself,” Draco rolled his eyes at me. “And I’ll take any chance I can get to punch Potter in the face,”

I laughed as we apparated to Paris for lunch.

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Start Over | Oliver Wood x Slytherin!Fem!Reader.

SUMMARY: (Y/N) has anger issues and a bad reputation that follows. Oliver seems to be the only one who hasn’t been on the receiving end of her outbursts and there might be a hidden reason for it.

WORD COUNT: 2,3k.

WARNINGS: Marcus Flint being an idiot and a missoginy brat, it’s kind of angsty towards the end. Maybe a curse word or two. There is a fight and a duel too. (If I miss any, let me know!)

REQUEST: can’t find it, but yes, this was requested.

A/N: This took me so long and I’m so sorry, but for some reason I couldn’t get this finished. Hope you enjoy it! Like, reblog or leave comment if you like, feedback is always appreciated!!

Also, I made the reader have a holly wand because details are important sometimes.

English is not my first language, there could be mistakes!

Gif is not mine!!

MASTERLIST.

For whatever stupid, possibly misogynist, reason, Marcus Flint never allowed girls to tryout for the Slytherin Quidditch Team, not even when he, and everyone else present, knew of their talent and how much it would benefit them. Now more than ever, with that Harry Potter kid catching every single Snitch flying round him, Flint’s team needed new members. And members that actually knew how to play and not those who would pay their way in.

Once again, (Y/N) was waiting in the stands for the Slytherin Captain and the whole group attempting to grab themselves a spot. Arriving before them gave her an “advantage” and that was not being completely disregarded the minute Flint saw her in the midst of the line up following him like some kind of lost puppys.

With nothing else to do than just stand round the edge of the Quidditch Pitch, (Y/N) looked up and watched as a few Gryffindors threw the Quaffle towards one of the three hoops. She didn’t even know why people kept trying out to be a Chaser in Wood’s team when the current three were the best they had. And they were all women. Who would have thought that girls could play that well, right?

(Y/N) didn’t know why she continued to insist when she was aware that Flint would never let her be on the team. Maybe because it was her last year, or because she had a tiny spark of hope inside of her that something, pretty much a miracle, would happen and the boy’d change his mind, finally acknowledging that (Y/N) was better than the two Slytherin beaters together.

“What are you doing here, (Y/L/N)?,” the voice of the Slytherin Captain brought her back from the train of thoughts. Glancing towards the Pitch, she realised that it was empty, the only Gryffindor there was Oliver Wood, seating in the opposite set of stands with a notebook and a pencil in his hand. Upon seeing Flint and the trail of Slytherins behind him, he rolled his eyes and quickly left his spot, steps faltering after hearing Marcus’s irritated tone. “I told you, multiple times may I remind you, that I don’t want girls in my team, and especially not those who want to be beaters.”

This was something she saw coming, of course, and she’d tried to assume it for the last couple of days every time the image of being rejected, again, would pop into her head, replaying the times were she had actually been rejected as if her own mind was trying to torture her.

She had also seen the other part coming, and she had tried to stop it. But in her defense, when Professor Snape interrogated her an hour later, Marcus Flint kind of deserved it.

“Why not, Flint? I’ve been trying to get in the team ever since you became Captain and decided I wasn’t good enough after our fourth year,” (Y/N) had said, voice raising after more words left her mouth. With her broomstick in hand, she stepped down the stands and marched towards him.

“You said it yourself, (Y/N), you weren’t, and still aren’t, good enough,” Marcus responded while shrugging his shoulders arrogantly and walking past her.

“I was good enough, you prick, I was better than just good enough and you fucking know it.” All of the group that had gathered to try out turned their heads in her direction when she started to scream, whispers and shared glances expectant of the outcome of the argument. Pushing a third year in front of her out of her way, she kept walking, stopping only after she was face to face with Marcus. “And how can you be so sure I’m not adequate? You haven’t even let me fly around the Pitch for the last two years.”

Ignoring her, Flint commanded the two boys carrying the box full of equipment to leave it on the floor and start to warm up.

“Can you… Can you, please, let me try this one time?,” (Y/N) whispered, burying her pride and dignity in the same coffin after the word please escaped from her mouth.

“Now you’re begging, you are pathetic, (Y/L/N), and they say you’re supposed to be dangerous” the boy exclaimed, clearly enjoying seeing her so desperate. He walked towards her, his taller figure towering over the girl. “Let me tell you something. Both of us were on the team, right now one is the Captain and the other one… Well, I’m pretty sure you know your exact position in this whole thing. And that’s why you are not in my place, because you are not good enough.”

Her teeth, jaw and fists clenched at the same time, the rest of her body shaking slightly, lighting up on fire with every sentence Marcus sneered at her.

From a young age she had people question her, her interests and her decisions, even her place in the House of ambition, many believing the girl to be “too soft” at first. That had changed after the start of her second year. If they wanted her to be violent, rash and reckless, that’s what they got. Now, every time her name was mentioned around Hogwarts, whispers and rumours would be shortly behind. Most of the things people said about her were incorrect, not even close to the truth, but she accepted them anyways. She took each one of the rumours and turned them into her truth.

For some (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was on the right path to become a Dark Witch, a pureblood longing to take on Lord Voldemort’s place and rule over the Wizarding World, torturing muggleborns and blood traitors. To others, she was the Devil’s offspring in the flesh, waiting for the right moment to raise the forces of hell upon Hogwarts. And they were the ones speaking of her mental state while coming up with ridiculous theories. Nonetheless, she had to admit it was a new kind of entertainment seeing the first years getting warned about her, bombarding them with false information and stupid allegations. But the laughs she would have from it on her own company didn’t erase the loneliness and the solemn feeling of having no one.

Like the symbol of her house, (Y/N) was a creature of instinct. And like what people murmured about her, (Y/N) was also a creature of violence.

As only one can imagine, no one was shocked from the response Marcus Flint got. Not in words, or insults, which were regular, but in the form of a fist connecting with his cheek (although she had intended to hit the nose).

One would think anger makes people a better fighter, all that pent up rage coming from nowhere and lashing out against your opponent it’s more damaging to you than the person you are fighting. Now, this was not (Y/N)’s first fist fight but that didn’t mean she knew what she was doing. Every time she had punched someone it had happened in the midst of uncontrollable wrath growing, attaching itself to the girl’s body, controlling her limbs, numbing her mind.

For a moment she closes her eyes, one thought in her mind, vanishing as quickly as it appeared, — I did it. Again —. When (Y/N) opens them, she notices the change of scenario, or positions. She is no longer standing on her feet, she is several metres away from her housemate, the back of her body on the receiving end of the harsh floor; the loud beating of her heart thundering in her ears, almost giving her a headache, swallowing the spell Flint had used on her.

After rising from the grass, (Y/N) marches towards him, holly wand in her hand shooting hexes, barely missing its target. She’s about to whisper the Stunning Spell when someone from behind grabs her wrist, holding her back from trying to curse Marcus, whose responses are getting slower and scarcely protecting him. An arm sneaks around (Y/N)’s figure, distancing her from the Slytherin Quidditch Captain.

Her elbow moves almost instinctively and hits the person behind her in the stomach, the arm around her waist retreating fast enough for (Y/N) to cast a protection charm and petrify Marcus Flint.

Turning around, she sees none other than Oliver Wood, bending over his stomach with a hand clenching his right knee and gasping for air.

“What the bloody hell was that, Wood?”

“I was trying to help you!,” he manages to say while looking up at her.

“Help me? You were trying to stop me, you twat.”

“Exactly!,” Oliver shouts, making her move backwards, “Do you want to get yourself expelled, (Y/L/N)? Because if that’s what you want, you are doing an excellent job.”

She should have hexed him right there, no one else was on the Quidditch Pitch with them, except the handful of Slytherins and those weren’t the snitching types, but she didn't, surprising herself and everyone else watching them.

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Later that night, after finishing the horrendous detention Snape had put her in —reorganizing his entire cabinet claimed by suspicious ingredients and potions with terrible smells, making the small space smell like rotten eggs and the Gryffindor Quidditch robes after a rough match—, looking at the moon and the landscape surrounding Hogwarts from the Astronomy Tower, she thought about the reasons to why she hadn’t raised her wand, or fist, to face Oliver.

He wasn’t special. Yes, he was a great wizard, with problems in Potions and History of Magic, still quite good at Defensive spells but not that good to beat her if she was fully focused, he would be easy to defeat especially after Quidditch tryouts. So, why? Why did she just walk away?

“I knew I could find you here.”

(Y/N) turned around, quickly taking hold of her holly wand and raising it towards the tower’s entrance. The thundering in her chest calming, her breathing going back to its normal pace when she realised it wasn’t Sirius Black, the murderer that had escaped Azkaban and was said to have roamed through the castle.

“What are you doing here, Oliver?”, she addressed him once the moonlight illuminated his tall figure.

“I wanted to apologise,” the boy admitted, his voice faltered just like his approach, as if he was trying to make peace with a beast; as if he was telling a snake that his feet would not come close to its head, “for what I said earlier. It wasn’t fair because I know how you…”

“How I what? How I tend to react when I’m angry?,” (Y/N) interrupted, the hand holding her wand still facing Oliver, “don’t try to act like you know me.”

“But I used to,” he murmured.

Neither of them said anything, both of their minds desperately trying to find the right words, one to plead for forgiveness once again and the other to accept it if the plea ever escaped his mouth.

The distant sound of creatures soaring through the night sky and the flip of their wings was all they heard for minutes, minutes that had felt like hours; she would dare to say days if the sky wasn’t still dark, filled with bright stars circling a full moon.

“Why don’t we get to know each other all over again? We can start over, please.”

There it was.

And then it came.

“That’s such a great idea, Oliver!,” (Y/N) answered with a big smile on her face, the quick change of demeanour unsettling Oliver. They hadn’t talked in years but he was still amazed at how much he remembered of her, and how this didn’t mean any good. “We can get to know each other like all those years ago and then, you can abandon me like all those years ago”. The grin on her lips transforming into a scowl right after she pronounced the last part of her sentence.

“Why are you even here, Wood? You felt guilty and now you’re trying to make it go away? Or is it charity?,” the Slytherin kept ranting,” or better yet, someone challenged you to do this? I’m putting all my money on the Weasley Twins.

“N-No, no, it’s nothing like that,” Oliver explained while moving his hands and walking the final steps leading him to (Y/N),“ I just- I never- I, I never wanted this, I never expected it but everyone was talking about you and-and they were saying horrible things and…”

“And you believed them,” (Y/N) stated, turning around to stop facing him and his hurt expression,” I don’t blame you for doing it. It’s quite funny if you think about it.”

“What’s quite funny?,” his gaze still on her when he asked.

“Most of the things you and the rest of the school heard were invented by me, so people would just stop bothering me,” she pretended to confess only to the stars, for if she didn’t, she would never admit it to him,” you can say I planned my entire doom. And it’s quite funny because, in the end, you still believed me.”

“You could have told me, (Y/N). Why didn’t you?”

“You believed the rumours, I’m sure not the craziest ones though, but that tells me that you thought I was capable of actually doing all the terrible things I said about myself.”

“I’m sorry, I am, (Y/N), truly.”

“Sorry doesn’t mend it,” she murmured, now forcing herself to look him in the eyes and act as if the pain never happened; as if she hadn’t missed his company and his random, permanently out of place Quidditch facts.

“I know, but it’s everything I have right now and I hope you can forgive me one day.”

“I have already forgiven you, Oliver, but I was too proud to reach you.”

“Typical you, (Y/N). I should have expected it.”

A small smile formed in her lips and for a moment she forgot their broken friendship, the reputation that had become her shadow and the future awaiting after Hogwarts. It was only them, (Y/N) and Oliver, with the moon glowing down on their faces and the feeling of being eleven year olds settling over their minds.

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choperfect · 3 years ago

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Rumor

Sirius took the cigarette to his mouth slowly, enjoying the invading taste, he settled into the stands of the Quidditch pitch trying to organize his thoughts as he waited for the team to practice.

Deep down I knew that Regulus was right, he was the worst older brother that existed, what kind of brother was he who ran away from home so as not to be tortured daily for not agreeing with the family, but left the other there? Even more so to suffer the consequences for having helped him escape.

The brunet's stomach turned at that thought, whenever his parents threatened to hex the youngest of the Black, Sirius would step forward, most of the time he was tortured for it.

At first he tried to fool himself with the thought that Regulus wouldn't go anyway, but there was a little voice in the back of his mind that said that was a lie, that if he insisted his brother would accompany him on his escape. All these thoughts were pushed aside by a blonde and a redhead who sat next to her, Lily seemed oblivious to everything with her face buried in a book, because she was probably dragged against her will by her best friend to watch training, Marlene she glanced at him before swiping the cigarette from between her fingers and bringing it to her mouth.

Sirius let out a growl.

-A galleon for your thoughts - She said smiling, ignoring the growls coming from the boy.

-Nothing relevant - He replied trying to get the cigarette back and failing.

McKinnon raised his eyebrows and looked him up and down.

-Let me guess… Did you fight with Black Junior?

The boy was still surprised by how much they knew each other, she was the second person who knew him best - the first was James - he could read each other easily.

-Exactly - Sirius muttered.

As much as he pretended he didn't care, so much so that most thought they hated each other, he cared, way too much, and those fights hurt him. Marlene was the “I hate everybody” type of person but when someone needed it, she was the first to come and help.

The arrival of the team - Remus and Peter too, the former was probably forced to be there by James - made the matter drop, Sirius and Marlene accompanied the rest of the team to the locker room.

After everyone was properly dressed, James was super excited and started a monologue with new techniques, ignoring the sleeping people they would pay later in training.

The gryffindor team was the only one with more girls than boys, Sirius noticed as they walked back to the field.

Practice went normally, except for the episode where James took Sirius' bat to throw a Bludger at a student who was in the stands trying to hit Lily, who was so focused on her book that she didn't even notice.

In the boys' dorm there was a small fight between Padfoot and Prongs to see who would shower first, which Sirius won.

The shower didn't take as long as he would have liked, as James kept banging on the door and mumbling complaints, but at least he had managed to put away any and all thoughts involving the Black family. He came out of the bathroom, still shirtless and finishing drying his hair, and plopped down on his bed.

While waiting for Potter to go down to dinner, Sirius took the Marauder's map to analyze, Remus went to study and Peter to eat. It wasn't long before the entire school was having dinner.

Sirius sat across from Peter who ate as if he had been hungry for years, dinner was full of jokes from Prongs and Padfoot, making Moony roll his eyes at most of them and laugh quietly, unlike Peter, who laughed exaggeratedly loudly.

After dinner everyone stayed in the common room, some doing homework, others just resting, Black didn't do anything exactly, he was sprawled on one of the sofas looking at the ceiling, and from time to time the friends who studied exchanged a few words, it was like that until the Quidditch team captain called the team to send everyone to bed, because it was already past 11 pm and the next day it would be the game against Ravenclaw.

Everyone quickly went upstairs to their dorms, James was the last, to check if they had really gone to sleep. The typical fight to see who would use the bathroom first was won by Frank, the others were lying in their own beds waiting for him to leave, to once again fight to see who would enter the bathroom.

-You were weird today - Potter said suddenly drawing everyone's attention

-Who? - Remus asked without taking his eyes off his book

-Padfoot - he replied with a shrug

-Me?

-No, my grandmother, of course you are you idiot

-I wasn't nervous

-Yes you was - Frank said leaving the bathroom

-And why were you like this? - Peter asked

It was clear that she trusted her friends, but she didn't really want to talk about it, so she answered the first thing that came to her mind.

-McKinnon

Bad idea.

James frowned at him - he considered Marlene as a sister - Frank, Remus and Peter looked shocked, after all he and Lene were best friends.

-Which? - Sirius asked in the soundest voice he could.

-You… - Remus started but was interrupted

-If you hurt her I swear I forget you're my brother - James threatened him before entering the bathroom

The conversation changed course from there.

Padfoot was the last to use the dorm bathroom to clean up, before settling into his bed, he had a little trouble sleeping with Wormtail's particularly loud snores.

The morning came faster than he wanted, Black woke up with Frank almost knocking him out of bed trying to wake him up. He packed up quickly and went down to the main hall, even though he didn't have breakfast on game days, he'd rather see the others eating than wandering around the castle, because he sure as hell couldn't sit still.

The game was pretty close until James got the snitch.

Before going to the party in the common, Sirius hinted to his friends that he would meet a random girl and stayed in the dressing room, saying that he would go to the party afterwards.

Ten minutes later two small hands on his shoulder, and soon the person began to distribute kisses along his neck, making his body shiver, whoever was behind him realized, because he smiled against his neck and whispered in his ear.

- Rumor has it I make you nervous - Gave a little giggle - I think I'll believe them

-That open mouth - Sirius grumbled as he pulled Marlene onto his lap.

Most of the time Prongs let things slip by accident, and most of the time it resulted in a person using something to blackmail you into doing what they wanted.

-Maybe we should tell our friends, they wouldn't try to throw you to me anymore

-I don't see a problem with them throwing me at you - Sirius said, pushing back McKinnon's hair and nibbling on her ear.

They'd wanted to tell their friends about that secret dating from time to time, but that meant the whole of Hogwarts would know about it, and the two of them being the biggest catchers in the school a lot of people would try to destroy the relationship - not that they were going to succeed, but it would be unbearable.

For now it was better to leave it as it was, while friends blurted out things they said about each other unintentionally or unintentionally.

#marauders #sirius black #blackinnon #blackinnonweek2021 #marlene mckinnon #sirius x marlene

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yellowmagicalgirl · 4 years ago

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AU where Douxie attended Arcadia Oaks High instead of the Academy?

Okay, so first off, I’m using my revised backstory for Douxie for this AU. Therefore, no time travel, and Douxie is literally only 17 years old. (However, he was born 1491 years ago.) Also, I’m only putting the first five fun facts above the cut because this is getting long.

1. Douxie got cast as Paris in the school play. He recognizes that Jim is using the Daylight sword, and Douxie knows that the Daylight sword is extremely dangerous. (Douxie also spies on Jim to be sure that yes, this is the real Amulet of Daylight.) One day, when Douxie and Jim are alone, Douxie reveals that he is a wizard and he helped make Jim’s amulet, and Jim needs to make a fake version of the sword or else Jim will kill Douxie and whomever is playing Tybalt. From there on, Douxie becomes an ally to the trollhunters. Archie does as well, though he’s far more cautious because he does not want to become lunch. The Hex Tech wizards might get involved as well?

2. A running gag is that Douxie keeps on flirting with girls/women... except according to him, he is not flirting. He is being chivalrous and it’s not his fault that in modern times American society believes that being chivalrous to someone of the opposite sex is flirting.

3. Douxie has a very warm perception to Claire joining the team right up until Claire claims the Shadow Staff. Not because it’s dark magic and it was Morgana’s staff once, but because it’s a staff.

Douxie: no you can’t use a staff yet you aren’t trained enough

Archie: Wow you sound just like another wizard we know

Douxie: Who?

Archie: Merlin.

Douxie: 😣 I hate to say it but maybe the old man had a point... but I was trained and she isn’t! 😣

Eventually Douxie comes around and starts training Claire in magic. Due to this, she has powers beyond shadowmancy.

4. Douxie’s worst fear in the pixie episode is of abandonment.

5. Ash Dispersal Pattern only has members from Arcadia Oaks Academy, so Douxie would either be teaming up with Claire or he’d be a solo guitarist for the Battle of the Bands

6. After Toby tries to give Jim flirting tips, Jim tries to go to Douxie for advice. After all, Douxie knows how to be flirtatious and charming. In a frustrated tone of voice he tells Jim that not only does he not intend to flirt with girls he also never learned how to speak to a potential romantic interest because wizards weren’t allowed to ever marry back in Camelot.

7. Douxie is not the waiter for the double date, specifically because Jlaire+Darby do not go to Benoit’s. They know that depending on how the conversation goes, there’s a chance that either Douxie will be awkwardly fifth-wheeling the date or Darci will be unknowingly fifth-wheeling trollhunting conversations.

8. The exorcism is tense. Douxie uses the shadow staff, plugging in his earbuds/headphones and listening to loud emo/rock music in order to block out Morgana. However, she tries to convince Strickler that he could have Barbara if he took the staff from Douxie, and Douxie ends up pulling out an earbud as he yells at Strickler about how Morgana is an illusionist. Afterwards, Morgana focuses on tormenting Douxie, calling him out on every single thing that he has feared since his childhood, as well as offering to give him power if he betrayed Merlin. Eventually, he tells her that he hates her. Morgana tries to claim that his loyalty to a master who never cared for him is blinding Douxie (untrue, Morgana was the one person other than Merlin who knew just how much Merlin loved Douxie.) Douxie then yells that he loved Morgana like family, and she threw that away. And by throwing that away, she ruined his life because her war with Merlin made Merlin decide to send Douxie and Archie away. Realizing that there was nothing she could do to make Douxie join her side, Morgana creates an illusion of Douxie’s hands being covered in black cracks, like those of a corrupted shadowmancer. She sneers about how he’s corrupted himself, and Douxie drops the Shadow Staff in shock. Douxie is on the side of “no let’s not stab Claire”.

9. Douxie isn’t around when Barbara, Ophelia, Javier, and Nancy first interrogate the kids. After all, he’s a year older than them, and thus he has different finals to study for.

10. When Douxie comes to the house, Barbara asks where his parents are. Before Douxie can make a snide comment about how he’s been asking himself that since he was an abandoned two year old, Archie tactfully reveals that he raised Douxie.

11. Douxie is very quiet when he learns that Claire found Merlin’s tomb. He never thought that Merlin could have died. He pulls his hood up and wraps his arms around himself.

“He promised he’d come back for me,” Douxie says.

“It’s been a millenium and a half,” someone else says, tone gentle but with a face of “dude people don’t live that long”

“I know of wizards who’ve lived twice that long” Archie says, glaring at everyone while wrapping himself protectively around his wizard.

12. Douxie fixes the amulet while everyone else is exploring the tomb. Jim is able to use the amulet to fight Gunmar. Draal lives.

13. Merlin has enough sense not to make the “Jim I’m your father” joke, not when his actual son is standing right next to Jim, overjoyed by how Merlin wasn’t actually dead.

14. In a total reverse of the “Douxie stop flirting”/“I’m not flirting” gag, Douxie starts acting weird and awkward around Krel. Jim, Toby, and Claire ask him what he’s doing, and Douxie tells them that he’s flirting with Krel. Or at least, trying to. When Krel sets up a rave in the Janus Order, Douxie ends up putting a hand over his chest and saying, “Be still my beating heart.”

15. Merlin gives the kids their armor, including Douxie. However, he accidentally made Douxie think he was going to finally get that staff. Douxie, trying to prove that he’s useful, enchants the armor so the three of them can put it on/take it off quickly. (Merlin is a little mean about how no, Douxie has not yet proven that he can have a staff, but also Merlin can’t make a staff for Douxie until he has his magic back.)

16. I’m not sure how Douxie would react to the whole troll!Jim thing aside from complaining that now Jim’s taller than him. But, I don’t know if this would make his relationship with Merlin more tense or not.

17. I feel like it makes a lot more sense for Douxie to go with Merlin and the trolls to New Jersey, plus it would be mean for Merlin to make him stay in Arcadia Oaks. In character, but mean. On the other hand, if Douxie were to stick around for 3Below, he would call Eli out on the “wizards and aliens hide among us” thing because hiding is a safety thing, possibly also joking that “oh no, what next, are the gays going to invade our humble town”. Also, Douxie slowly gets better at talking to Krel. Krel doesn’t seem to show any romantic interest in Douxie, but he also doesn’t do anything to indicate that he doesn’t like the idea of Douxie being romantically interested in him. At least, not until Krel gets concussed/knocked out (again) and put on pain killers. While high on pain killers, Krel tells Douxie, “Don’t tell Douxie but I might be in love with him.”

#hisirdoux casperan #jim lake jr #toa archie #claire nuñez #tales of arcadia #toby domzalski #walter strickler #toa morgana #toa merlin #trollhunters #krexie #3below #eli pepperjack #krel tarron #my au's #answered ask #anonymous

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engie-ivy · 3 years ago

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After the betrayal, after the murder, Remus wonders if he could've known? After all, hasn't it always been clear Sirius Black is mad?

Wolfstar Angst. There are some Fluffy moments in between, but it comes down to Angst.

Never Like This

Don’t cry.

The ceremony is drawing to an end. Soon, all that needs to be said, will have been said. Which seems absurd to Remus. How can all ever be said? There’s so much to say, for most of which words don’t even exist. Still, the final words will soon have been spoken, and they’ll walk to the cemetery of Godric’s Hollow, where members of the Potter family have been buried for generations. Where Lily and James will have their last resting place.

Don’t cry.

Not now, not here, not in front of all these people. Remus can feel their eyes burning on his back. He can just imagine the conversations.

“Is that-?”

“Yeah, that’s him!”

“That scrawny, pale fellow? He’s the Werewolf who fought in The Order?”

“Poor guy, all his friends are dead now. Well, except for the one who’s hopefully wishing he were dead.”

“Hey, weren’t they...?”

“They say they were.”

“And he never realised...?”

“Apparently not.”

“How naive can someone be.”

It’s only in his head, and he can’t actually hear anyone talking, but it seems real to him. He won’t break down in front of all these people. He won’t show that kind of vulnerability.

Don’t cry. Be a man, Lupin. Don’t cry.

Immediately, he can hear Lily’s voice in his head: “Remus John Lupin. Crying is a valid way of expressing your emotion, whether you’re a man or a woman. I will not hear such nonsense out of your mouth!”

Involuntarily, Remus lets out a laugh, and oh, Merlin, that’s probably even worse than crying. Suddenly, the whole situation seems utterly absurd to him. A room full of people staring at the Werewolf Order member whose friends are all killed, waiting for him to fall apart, and here he is, fighting the urge to start laughing. They’ll think he’s gone mad. It’s what they said about Sirius, innit?

He remembers the resentment in Alastor Moody’s eyes.

“There’s not going to be a trial, Lupin. It’s no use. The man has lost every ounce of sanity. You want to know how the Aurors found him? Standing between his victims, the remains of those Muggles he blasted to pieces, gruesome enough to give even the most experienced Auror trouble sleeping, laughing. He was laughing, Lupin. He’s mad. Besides, with everyone knowing he was the Secret Keeper and all the witnesses that saw him murder Pettigrew, we hardly need a trial. We’ll lock him up in Azkaban and that’ll be the last you see of him.”

Even worse was probably the pity in Emmeline Vance’s eyes, when she hugged him tight.

“You couldn’t have known, Remus. You can’t blame yourself, okay? You couldn’t have known!”

Couldn’t he have known? Didn’t he already know Sirius Black was mad? He has said it often enough.

“You’re mad,” Remus said, staring incredulously at Sirius’ grinning face.

He surely hoped the boy was not, as he was to spend the next seven years sharing a dorm with him. But the boy had just informed him that he, in their first week at Hogwarts, had already figured out how to break in into the Slytherin dorms and had managed to sneak into Hogsmeade to purchase a load of Dung Bombs.

Remus knew he didn’t have to count on their other dormmate to be a voice of reason, as James had a similar grin on this face as Sirius. Remus knew he should say no, be the responsible one, that going along with them would only end up getting him in trouble.

But Remus took one look at Sirius’ grinning face, and he already knew he was going to get into a lot of trouble the upcoming years.

“You’re mad,” Remus choked, trying to fight back tears.

Sirius blinked at him, not understanding all the emotion. They had been lying on Remus’ bed, trying to plan a prank to get back at Slytherin for cheating in the latest Quidditch match.

“We can’t do it tomorrow night,” Sirius had said. “James has detention then. And of course not the night after, as it’s the full moon, so you’ll be off doing your Werewolf thing.”

It was just a simple, offhanded comment, like it didn’t make Remus’ entire world come crumbling down. Remus didn’t even have the state of mind to deny it. “Y- you... you know?” He had stammered.

“Oh, right. Yeah,” Sirius had said absentmindedly. “We figured it out a couple of weeks ago.” Then, he had grinned at Remus. “I must say, Moony, that’s your nickname now by the way, I always knew there was a wicked side to you, but this exceeds my expectations! Bloody brilliant, mate.”

So Remus had called Sirius mad, because how could he not mind? How could he not be disgusted with him? How could he not demand Remus to be expelled?

Sirius just shrugged. “I might be a little mad. Does run in the family.”

“You’re mad,” Remus chuckled.

Sirius had just informed him of his most recent crazy idea. He had learned that Werewolves aren’t dangerous to other animals, so he wanted to become an Animagus, to keep Remus company during the full moon, and perhaps prevent him from harming himself. Sirius obviously had no idea how difficult, and potentially dangerous, it is to become an Animagus. There’s a reason why the Ministry is monitoring the process so carefully. It’s quite impossible for a Hogwarts student to pull it off.

“I’m gonna tell James and Pete!” Sirius said enthusiastically, before dashing out of the room.

Remus fondly shook his head and focused back on his book. Typically Sirius. He would be obsessed with some crazy idea for a while, and then move on to the next. Sirius would surely put it out of his head once he finds out how much time and effort it takes to become an Animagus.

“You’re mad,” Remus murmured, barely preventing his voice from breaking.

He was sitting on his knees, his face pressed against the big, black dog sitting in front of him, his hands clutching his soft fur. “I can’t believe you actually did it... I can’t believe you would go through all that effort... For me?”

The dog shifted, and suddenly Remus was resting his head on Sirius’ shoulder, while gripping Sirius’ shirt.

Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus and held him while he sobbed. “You’re worth it, Moony. And we’re never going to let you go through that alone again, okay?”

“You’re mad,” Remus said breathlessly, wide-eyed staring up at Sirius, his lips still tingling from the feel of Sirius’ lips being pressed against them.

They were standing on top of the Astronomy Tower. Gryffindor had won the Quidditch Cup, and there was a party going on in the Gryffindor Tower. Remus had gone up to the Astronomy Tower for some air, and Sirius had followed him. Remus had told him he didn’t have to, as surely there was a lot more excitement for him at the party. As usual, pretty girls with sweet smiles had been throwing themselves at Sirius all evening. As a response, Sirius had kissed him.

“Why...” Remus stammered, his heart beating wildly and his stomach fluttering.

Sirius cupped his cheek. “Because it’s you, Moony. It has always been you.”

“You’re... mad,” Remus panted.

He was lying in bed, clothes discarded on the floor, while Sirius insisted on kissing every scar on his body.

“Beautiful,” Sirius murmured against his skin. “You’re so beautiful.”

Remus laughed breathlessly, and took Sirius’ face in his hands, pulling him up to his face to properly kiss him.

“You’re mad,” Remus whispered, shifting his eyes from the star-scattered sky to meet Sirius’ gaze.

“Not the reaction I was hoping for,” the man replied.

Remus lifted their intertwined hands to his lips and kissed the back of Sirius’ hand. “Just making sure you know. And to be clear, I love you too.”

“You’re mad,” Remus smiled, spinning around in Sirius’ arms.

Sirius smiled back at him, brighter than all the fairy lights illuminating the dance floor together. “Madly in love.”

Remus rolled his eyes. “Madly drunk I’d say.”

Sirius grinned. “I’m allowed to be a little drunk. My best man duties are done.”

Remus laughed as Sirius dipped him, feeling happy, carefree, and in love, and maybe a little drunk himself.

“You’re mad,” Remus gasped, falling to his knees, trying to control his breathing.

“You can’t do that, Padfoot! You can’t!”

“He tried to hex you from behind!” Sirius argued.

Remus glared at him. “You can’t just bloody jump between me and a Death Eater’s curse! You could’ve...” His chest constricted and he struggled for air. “You could’ve died. You could’ve died because I wasn’t properly watching my back!”

Sirius dropped down on his knees in front of him, and soon came the familiar feeling of Sirius’ arms being wrapped around him, pulling him against his chest. “But I didn’t. I’m okay. We’re okay.”

Remus let out a shaky breath. “Promise me. Promise me you’ll never do that again. I can’t lose you, Pads.”

“I can’t lose you either, Moony,” Sirius whispered. “That’s why I can’t make that promise. I acted on instinct seeing you in danger, and I can’t promise I won’t do it again.”

“You’re mad,” Remus spoke softly, staring down at his cup of tea.

“They’ll come after you. Him, and all his followers.”

“I’ll go into hiding,” Sirius replied.

“But you won’t have a Fidelius Charm to protect you!” Remus snapped, lifting his head.

“We said we’d do anything to keep Harry safe,” Sirius argued. “We all did. I’m the best choice-”

“Exactly!” Remus interrupted. “And everyone knows you are. Isn’t it better with this sort of thing to not go for the most logical choice?”

Sirius avoided Remus’ eyes.

“Look, Sirius,” Remus sighed. “I know you’d never tell, I do. But no one has dived deeper into the Dark Arts as He has, and who knows what methods He has to pry the information from you? Isn’t it better to go with a Secret Keeper no one will suspect?”

Sirius turned his gaze back to Remus, his expression pained. He opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, but then closed it again, squeezing his eyes shut. When he eventually spoke, there was a forced calm in his voice. “I know what I’m doing, Remus.” He reached out and took Remus’ hand in his. “Please, you have to trust me in this.”

And Remus had.

If Sirius could do that, if Sirius could hold Remus’ hand, look him in the eyes with that sincere, vulnerable expression on his face, ask him to trust him, and then turn around and destroy everything Remus held dear, then it could’ve all been a lie.

It had all been a lie.

Each lingering gaze, each soft, private smile, each reassuring touch, each slow, loving kiss, each whispered word of ‘I love you’, a lie. And Remus had let himself happily be lied to, blinded by his foolish and naive belief in true love.

Remus really couldn’t have known. Alright, maybe he’d always known Sirius was mad, but not like this. Never like this.

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themadauthorshatter · 4 years ago

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OH MY, GOODNESS!

RED SCHOOL UA HEADCANONS/STORY!

Sorry for not picking this up earlier. This part we are focusing on Arc 2: where the RQ cast meets the SGE cast.

Sophie is über excited at meeting the crown prince, but Agatha is less enthused because she's a realist and doesn't know HOW the RQ crew is getting over to the SGE.

Tedros and his friends are ecstatic they're meeting the Nortan princes. They even wonder if there are more than just Cal and Maven.

The students are all on the hot topic of Nortans visiting, though Agatha is pulled aside by Hester, Dot and Anadil, who all express their anger and impatience at Sophie, who won't shut up about Cal in particular, even though he's betrothed. Agatha assures them everything will be fine when Sophie sees that Cal and Evangeline are an item. (Yeah right. Marecal all the way.)

In Norta, it's rumor city among the Silvers, who aren't exactly looking forward to entertaining a bunch of school children.

Our main three in Norta are talking about their upcoming excursion to the school in the Endless Woods, Cal being apprehensive to leave Norta practically unguarded for an unspecified amount of time, but excited at the idea of seeing new lands, Maven just not wanting to go because it seems like a waste of time, effort, and resources, and Mare not exactly sharing her thoughts because she'll be even further away from her family than before.

Evangeline is not amused. At all. She's just playing along until they get back and never have to deal with the students of the School for Good and Evil again.

Regardless, they don't know what could be there, so they need to make sure they're not potentially making any new enemies by this complete accident on Tibe's part. Or, that's his thought process at least. And he's only told Cal this information, as, from what he can tell, the SGE isn't Red and Silver and instead use magic, a concept only found in fairytales. With an entire school of teenage witches and wizards and warlocks, and maybe a dragon or two, assuming this place is prestigious and in the higher end, it's better to make an ally rather than an enemy. And the idea of warring aginst school children does not sit well with Cal.

In training later, though, Maven and Mare see that Cal is absolutely faking his excitement at least a little bit, like 58% faking it. It shows when Arven pits him against Evangeline, Sonya, and Elane.

He ends up nearly burning all three of them alive, lost in wanting to get the fight and group training over with so he can be alone and think his thoughts.

Silly, Cal. Maven is paying attention, and asks what's wrong.

Cal brushes it off and says everything's fine, but Mare and Maven know better, Mare having seen what liars look like and Maven knowing Cal for all his life.

Cal tries to a go about his day and ignore whatever he's thinking, which is difficult to do because Maven's following him. He turns and Maven stops, simply explaining that he's going the same way as Cal. They continue walking, but Cal notices that Maven's not really going anywhere, content to follow his bother. This results in a chase between the two of them, Cal jogying before speinting to shake Maven off his tail, succeeding when he loses Maven down a hall, as in he ran down the hall partially before hiding behind a wall and watching Maven sprint right past him.

Maven only realizes he got played when he can't hear Cal anymore.

He and Cal don't meet up for the night.

He talks about this with Mare, and brings up that Cal's avoiding him.

TV/Graphic novel perspective, over time we see Cal get followed by both Maven and Mare, though over this time Cal grows more agitated and looks more annoyed and tired as they continue to try to see what's wrong with him. Maybe we even get a gag of both Mare and Maven spying on Cal from behind a wall, hiding behind it when he looks over his shoulder, and then continue their spying when he looks back, confused, annoyed, and agitated.

After a week, Cal catches Mare and pulls her into a room before leaving and telling her to wait for him.

He returns with Maven, who's over his shoulder, trying to remain calm, because Cal's stronger and bigger than him, and even tries, in mild panic, to negotiating to not beat him to a pulp, because Cal looks ready to murder them both.

He sets Maven on his feet and tells them both very bluntly to stop following him; not only is it freaking him out, but his soldier instincys are going haywire and he will not heistate to attack them both, which he doesn't want to do because it won't end well.

Mare and Maven apologize, but, being concerned despite herself, Mare asks Cal what his problem is, seeing as how he's avoiding both her and Maven.

Cal gives them a tired look and takes a breath. "Fine."

CUT THE THE SGE!

Tedros, Tristan, and Chaddick are hanging out together away from the Evergirls, though Chaddick does admit that the girls are looking nice today(16 year old hormones, am I right?)

Tedros isn't listening, balancing his sword on his fingertips.

Tristan, arguably the most feel-y of the three, wonders if or when the Silvers will arrive.

Tedros doubts they will, but one can hope.

This turn if pessimism confuses both Tristan and Chaddick, and Tedros happily explains:

They're all just students. What would royals and nobles want with a bunch of schoolchildren? They don't even have magic, don't believe in it, don't know it, just don't have any magic. The closest thing they have to magic is their silver blood, and not even THAT is magic because of how limited it is.

That, and Sophie and the Nevers will probably drive them all away.

Speaking if Nevers, Chaddick admits how weird it is to see them getting showered and clean, presentable in case the Silvers arrive as a surprise visit.

It is odd, but it's in their best interest to play nice with everyone, and that unfortunately includes a very babbly, and planning-to-be-flirty Sophie.

Speak of the devil, Sophie emerges from the trees to find the trio, specifically Tedros, who she wants to talk to.

He leaves, lying that he has some homework to do.

He's really going to find Agatha, who's reading to pass time and get her mind off all the gossip.

They have a rocky conversation about the current events and even wonder what silver blood would even look like, if they ever get the morbid chance to see it.

Agatha asks why he's talking to her and Tedros sighs that he just wants to avoid Sophie, but also wants to be around someone who's smart.

She smiles and asks if he thinks she's smart, sort of silently teasing him as he stammers and tries to come up with a save for the tongue-slip.

He spots Nicholas behind her instead, eyes wide and red as he raises an axe over his head, aiming for her.

Tedros, thinking quickly, tackles him and throws the axe away, which knocks Nicholas out of his daze.

Tedros shouts at him, "What the hell was that?" but Nicholas only looks around, very confused as to how he got into the trees or even got hold of an AXE.

There's confusion all around as Nicholas stumbles away towards some friends, muttering about a headache he now has and how sore he now feels.

Agatha and Tedros only exchange glances, worried and confused.

Was it a curse? A hex? A spell? And how did he get a weapon from the Doom Room?

CUT BACK TO NORTA AS CAL HAS JUST FINISHED SPILLING THE TEA! All three are sitting in a triangle on the floor, because it's close to night time and, because I'm a sucker for parallels in a story, to establish that despite the age differences between them and the students, and the experiences Cal and Maven had on the war front, they're still kids too.

Mare fights the urge to dry heave and Maven only hums at how Tibe is actually paranoid enough to consider war against a bunch of kids.

Cal admits that, yes it is ridiculous, but he's still unnerved. It doesn't help that they're dealing with people who have magic, which is stronger than Silver powers, even Mare's lightning is possibly no match; magic is all encompassing while their powers are limited to one "element."

Mare, in an attempt to alleviate the atmosphere, wonders if everyone will even BELIEVE what Norta says about these kids, as magic doesn't exist in their world.

Cal admits he does not believe in magic. It's not that he's heartless, he's just seen too much to know better. As much as he'd like to, he knows that it's nothing but slight of hand and tricks to fool the other person.

Maven agrees, except he's known because of Elara, but he gives them an explanation closer to what Cal said, only changing that he saw a magic show and saw how the tricks were done to fool the crowd.

When they ask her, Mare admits that if she believed in magic, and if it was real, it would have made things different for her and her family, she also inwardly admits that she'd make things different for all Reds as well.

After a moment of silence between them, Maven asks Cal if he's heard anything about them leaving and visiting these endless woods, and Cal shrugs, sighing that it's all speculation and in the air. If they do go, it will be both brothers and their betrotheds, Elara, Tiberias, a few other High House children(Elane, Sonya, Olliver, and Ptolemus), and a few guards, one of them being Lucas. Volo Samos and the rest of Tibe's council will stay behind to keep Norta in shape while they voyage to the School, stay for a little bit, and then come back, assuming things go okay and don't take long.

WE ALL KNOW NOTHING EVER GOES RIGHT IN STORIES😈

Either way, they all take a breath and leave the room together, Mare hoping Lady Blonos doesn't scold her for being alone with both princes. Cal tells her not worry because they'll cover for her, saying they had a bet and Cal won. Maven mutters, "By default," and he and Mare jog away as Cal chases them, yelling that they'd better explain what that means before he gets his hands on them both.

TIME JUMP/FADE TO THE DAY THE NORTANS LEAVE FOR THE ENDLESS WOODS, THE FADE HAPPENING WITH A PAN TO A WINDOW AND THEN GLIDE DOWN TO THE DOCK!!!

Mare sighs up at the ship before boarding, noting a very anxious Cal looking over the walkway as he himself walks aboard, Evangeline striding ahead of him.

Maven chuckles that Cal's always been a scaredy cat around water, even if he doesn't want to admit it.

Mare admits that while Cal is acting like a child, it's actually a smart move to know yoursl own limits and weaknesses.

From his place higher on the ship, Tibe gives Mare a, "Well said, Lady Mareena," and admits he may have underestimated her ability as a strategist. Maybe her time around Cal and the other High House children is rubbing off on her.

Mare fakes a thank you and notices Maven looking away.

I have not forgotten how Tibe isn't as loving as Maven; no amount of tragedy is going to negate neglect.

Mare tries to back up the now crestfallen Maven, but Elara calls for her son, asking to speak with him alone, mother to son.

He agrees and walks off to meet her, looking back at Mare before he does.

Tibe watches them walk off, and we get a glare off between him and Elara before the Queen leaves to speak with her favorite son.

Once they're gone, Mare asks how he can stand a bitch like Elara. She gets they were arranged to marry, but two people cannot hate each other that much.

For context, Mare's been here for about 4 months. She's visited her family only twice and has had a lot of time with Silvers and dealing with Tibe, Elara, Evangeline, and anyone who isn't Cal, Maven, and Lucas.

Back on track, Tibe semi-scolds her that, as a lady of the court, she should know better than to be mouthy towards him.

Mare, kind of fed up with his BS, folds her arms and counters that as a princess and his future daughter-in-law, they should be comfortable with each other enough for her to ask such a question.

Tibe gestures for her to come closer and she approaches, close enough for Tibe to sneer at her that if she thinks he's letting Maven, his son, his boy, marry a Red rat like her, she's more of a fool than all of the Scarlet Guard put together.

Lost in her anger, Mare asks which he's more afraid of: Telling Mare the truth or having his court, and the rest of Norta, Red and Silver, find out their secret.

With a glare down, Tibe congratulates her on how she's picked up verbal combat, and that she's a good learner. He then admits that the two of them aren't very different.

It offends Mare DEEPLY and she asks what that means as Tibe begins walking away.

Another bit of context, there are two sets of stairs to the upper level of the ship, a left and a right. In a fun bit of camera work/detail for anyone paying attention. Mare would walk up the right hand stairs to meet Tibe and, when he walks down the stairs, he walks down the left hand stairs and Mare follows him, the two walking back to the deck, so Mare basically walked around in a big circle. Just a cool thing I'd add, maybe it'd be symbolic of her situation or of some kind of cycle, I don't know. If you have any ideas, feel free to tell me.

Back to the story, Tibe explains to Mare that they're trapped by who they must marry, or have married in Tibe's case.

Another small detail, on the upper level, Mare would be on the left hand side of the screen/panel and Tibe would be on the right, but on the deck they're sides change, Tibe being in the left and Mare being on the right.

I'm a sucker for small details, so sue me!

Back on track for reals, Mare's VERY confused because she thought princes, or kings, could choose who they could marry. Tibe agrees that, yes, that usually is the case, but the reason he couldn't really choose was because there weren't anymore Queenstrial participants for him to choose from.

"But you have two sons?" Mare ponders.

Tibe shakes his head and asks if she REALLY thinks ending an alliance with Volo Samos of The Rift is a good idea, based on what she's seen from his daughter, Evangeline, half-joking that he's glad Cal is her betrothed and a simple friend of Ptolemus, who's shown how much of a berserker he is. (Yes the Scarlet Guard attack on the Summer palace still occurs.)

Mare asks what he'd do if that was the case, and Tibe chuckles, saying he'd renounce the throne and give it to Maven instead.

The two only chuckle, not comfortable enough with each other to fully laugh, and then Tibe admits that while he isn't sorry for needing to keep Mare a secret, he is sorry that she's alone, and forced into a life she never wanted.

"If you're so sorry, then why not let me go home?"

"Lady Mareena, the high houses would end us both."

For once, Mare can't really tell if he's lying or not, but doesn't get a chance to ask as Tibe returns to the top deck, Cal walking around the desk to Mare. He notices that his father is walking away from her and she looks a little distraught and very confused.

Cal looks between them and asks what happened and Mare simply answers that she and his father were just having a talk before leaving to her room/cabin

It's going to be a long ride to the Endless Woods

This is Part 1 of Arc 2, they do say the second act is the longest.

Keep your eye out for Arc 2, Part 2, because THAT is where things pick up even more

Anyway, Hope you enjoyed and thanks for reading!!!!

#red queen #school for good and evil #red school #ua #au #mare barrow #maven calore #tiberias calore vii #cal calore #elara merandus #tiberias calore vi #tedros of camelot #spohie of woods beyond #agatha of woods beyond #sge tedros #sge agatha #sge sophie #evangeline samos

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La vie en rose final pt.

Pietro Maximoff x reader

A/N- Thank you everyone who read this mini-series, thank you, I appreciate you all a lot!

Warning-Violence, Angst, talks of death, fluff.

Episode-1x09

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“Let’s do this,” Pietro added confidently, with a cocky grin on his features.

You mirror his smile and add, “together,” before vision spots another...vision and flies off to fight him off. Leaving the rest of you to deal with the military on the ground and Agnes in the sky. Who all too quickly lifted the men up to the sky with a move of her hands, causing Wanda to try and react quickly, but hesitating as she noticed it was risky, and heard Agnes speak.

“Same story, different century. There’ll always be torches and pitchforks for ladies like us, girls.”

Wanda and you share a look and stay quiet, seeing Agnes drop the men she had captured in the air. But you, unlike Wanda, hesitate to save them, instead you watch as they're falling to ground while you debate with yourself. While you decide whether to save the men that had pointed their weapons at you mere seconds ago, or not.

It was a tricky thing, but your mind spun with the choices, until the very last minute where it was just instinct. You threw your hands out and helped Wanda save them from falling to their deaths. Seeing her seconds later, turn to look at the boys behind her. “Boys, handle the military. Mommy will be right back.” Her eyes drifted to you and she dragged them to the sky where Agnes hovered and waited, returning her glance back at you to share a knowing look before she flew after Agnes. Letting you turn to Pietro and offer him a short comment before you flew away too. “Watch over them and be careful.”

“I always am.” He states cockily, following your body as you lifted off the ground and flew away after Wanda and Agnes, dodging a purple energy ball and smirking as Wanda taunted her before she disappeared out of thin air.

“You know what you have to do,” Agnes yelled after you as you flew away and lifted further into the sky, stretching your arms out at your side and extending out your plams to face Agnes, letting the yellow hue roam down your body as it changed your clothes into the uniform Billy had chosen for you the other day.

“I know exactly what I have to do,” you bellow confidently. “I have to bring you down.” More yellow hues surround your hands whilst you see Agnes fly down to a building roof, her eyes remaining intently on you as you followed her and landed a few feet in front of her.

“Do you really want to be locked away like your father?” Agnes quieres desperately. “Because that’s what’s going to happen when you lose control. I can help the both of you. After all, what good have people done to us?”

You tilt your hand and flicker your eyes behind her shoulder briefly as you sensed Wanda nearby. “You’re right,” you continue, dropping your hands to your side and discreetly sending a line of yellow hues towards Wanda so it could help her with what she was planning. “People have not been kind, but I won’t just let you get away with what you want. I won’t let you corrupt us, or control us. I’m sick and tired of letting people control me. No more.” You smirk while Wanda shows herself on the building, magically sneaking up behind Agnes and acting out her move to control Agnes’s mind.

While Wanda was in her mind, you looked back to Pietro, the boys, vision and Monica on the ground. Feeling tempted to go down there and join them, but waiting instead, watching over the people that could disappear with this hex, until from the far side of the street, on top of the military car, a man climbed onto the machine gun on top of the car and aimed at your people before him. Not noticing you, and catching them off guard, lining his thumbs on top of the triggers and attempting to shoot.

But before he could, you flew off the room and slowly hovered down in front of the gun, seeing and hearing him hit the trigger, but not feeling a bullet go through your body as your yellow hues invaded your eyes and slithered towards the bullet to stop it. When the man noticed you; with your arms spread out, and your hands open facing him, he hit again. But again his bullets stopped mere inches from your face, this time the commotion caught the attention of the people you were protecting, as well as the soldiers you had saved. Noticing they started pointing their guns at you.

“Okay,” you snicker as you float back to get a better view of the threatening scene, snapping your eyes to Wanda and Agnes as they break from the mind control and begin fighting each other in the sky. “I see how it is,” you continue as you focus back on the men trembling in their boots.

“Stand down!” A man shouted again, “if you know what’s good for you, stand down now!”

Your gaze narrowed on the shouting man and the hues grew bigger, noticing a different soldier climb onto another machine gun and again try to shoot at you, but this time shooting out air as you swiftly lifted the trucks off the ground, and lifted them into the sky with the soldiers still on top.

“No more.” You sneer, twisting your wrist and closing your fist as you crushed the metal cars and plucked the men off the vehicles.

“Y/N!” You hear Monica shout at you. “Don’t do this!”

You look at her over your shoulder before you see Pietro watching closely, albeit keeping his mouth shut. Watching you instead while his sister fought Agnes.

“Pietro stop her!” Monica tried to reason with said man, only earning a quiet side glance before he focused on you again, knowing that when it came to people like the ones trying to kill you right now, he had no reason to stop you.

You look back at the soldiers and float down, bringing them down too, but instead of killing them, you let them down on the ground and shoot out a wave of your power that had them drop their guns, and had their eyes glow yellow. Had their minds captured and watching their dreams, whilst you also had their trucks turn to dust and the ones you crushed, fall down to the ground harshly. You sigh deeply and turn to let your feet touch the ground so you could walk towards Pietro. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he assures you, lifting his hand to give your shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Are you?”

“Yeah,” you nod, “I’m fine.”

“I know they’ve wronged you, y/n,” Monica interjected as she walked towards you, “but,”

“But,” you cut her off as your eyes drift to her, “I didn’t take it far because you’re here. I don’t care for them. Never again.” You finish and drift your gaze to the sky where Agnes and Wanda were, noticing runes on the red walls and noticing Wanda had changed into a different outfit; a red dress, with a red crown on her head. She looked well, beautiful and badass. And she also didn’t wait to float back down to the ground with Agnes, after she had sucked out all her power.

“Good girl,” Agnes muttered to Wanda as she was defeated on the ground. “So what now? You just gonna lock me up somewhere?”

“No. Not somewhere,” Wanda corrected her. “Here.”

“Here?” Agnes probed.

“I’ll give you the role you chose. The nosy neighbor.”

“No,” Agnes begged, “please.”

“I'm sorry,” Wanda apologized pitifully.

“No, you’re not.” Agnes remarked. “You’re cruel. You...you have. You have no idea what you’ve unleashed. You’re gonna need me, you both are. Y/N,” she tried to talk you to set her free.

You walk to Wanda's side and you sigh before you add your own response. “If we do. We know where to find you.”

Wanda leans in and Agnes tries to interject but Wanda ignores her and changes her back to her roll she pretended to play.

When you watch that, knowing that she was actually under that control now let’s you walk back towards Pietro and think of what was coming next.

The thought kept your mind busy until your attention was stolen. “Y/N,” Wanda called out in a whisper, lifting her gaze to meet yours beside her husband, while tears brimmed her eyes. She offered you a small nod thereafter with no other comment. Not like you needed one to know what she meant.

Yet you still didn’t know if you wanted to do it. You had fought alongside her because this was your home, because she needed your help and so did the others, but you didn’t know if you were ready to let Pietro go. So you didn’t answer for a minute, you kept your eyes on her and debated within yourself. It was a right thing, letting all these people go, dropping what you were doing to this poor town, but doing that meant letting part of your heart go.

You couldn’t...lose him…

“Y/N…” Pietro called to you this time, his hand grabbing yours to pull your attention towards him.

Which he almost failed at as you hesitated to look at him. Only meeting his blue eyes mere moments later with your own battling tears at the brim of your eyes. “You know what you have to do.” He finishes softly before he gives your hand a gentle squeeze and his eyes turn to a townsperson a couple feet away from you, body trembling in fear and eyes red from crying.

You knew what Pietro meant when he chose to look at them and then return his attention towards you. You knew that he wanted you to keep the promise for the people, so they wouldn’t suffer like you both did. And he was right, you knew that, you knew you needed to help. But you didn’t know if you wanted to. After all, what good have people brought you?

“Y/N,” he called one last time, this time more persistent.

Nonetheless this time you curled your fist and clenched it tightly, closing your eyes and holding your breath as you unfurled it and flicked your wrist to let the hex walls slowly pull inwards and disappear once they reached the point they were made. Now you could’ve just made them disappear all at once, but you needed all the time you could get with Pietro.

You drift your gaze to Wanda and offer a small nod whilst you also verbally let her know. “It’s done,” you stammered, curling your fist again and having a last look at the twins before Wanda walked her family home, only offering Pietro a saddened look, knowing she couldn’t fully say goodbye because she didn’t want her kids to know that they were going to cease to exist.

When you looked at Pietro nonetheless, his eyes were already on you, just like an assuring smile was on his lips.

“Let’s go somewhere more private?”

“Sure,” you nod stiffly, letting him take you back home, to the middle of the room where he zoomed off to turn on some soft music and was quick to meet you in the middle, with the lights off and candles lit instead; where he was quick to talk of memories that tore your heart.

“Do you remember the very first time we met?” He queried with the corner of his lips tugged slightly.

Your lips twitch and you nod, “yes, I do. Back in Hydra. In that back garden they kept enclosed by glass walls because they didn’t want us leaving, but also wanted to give us a moment of “free time”.”

“Exactly.” Pietro chuckled softly, grabbing both of your hands this time and pulling them close to his lips so he could press a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “I want you to know that, that day was one of the best days of my life. Beside the day that you saved me from those bullets. Because let’s face it, that was badass.”

A small laugh escapes your lips, but soon it’s broken with a quiet cry that has tears leaving your eyes. You proceed to slip your hands from his to wipe your tears off your cheeks, and then lift them to cup his cheeks and offer him a wobbly smile with words that broke as your voice quivered. “I’m not ready to let you go. I don’t want to let you go yet, please don’t leave me again.”

Pietro also cups your cheeks and leans in closer, smiling softly as he stroked your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. “Oh my love, it’s time for me to go,” he says as he presses a kiss on your forehead. “Trust me if it were up to me, I would stay by your side forever, but I can’t. As fast as I can run, one thing I can’t beat is time.”

More tears roll down your cheeks and the need to break into a sob really burns your throat, but you hold yourself back and try to remain as calm as you could.

“You will always be my one and only,” he whispers as he wipes your tears away, “my little witch, my friend, my girlfriend, my fiancée, my wife and the love of my life.” Tears also run down his cheek and he presses a soft kiss on your lips, pulling away but staying close to you, pressing his forehead against yours and whispering your lips. “I’ll meet you again, I promise you that.”

“I love you,” you cry, “I always will love you. With all my heart. I won’t ever forget you.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” He jokes, his eyes lifting to look out the window, where the red walls were closing in second by second, getting increasingly close to rid of this hex and him.

“We’ll meet again.” You finish in a broken whisper, pulling his gleaming blue eyes back to you and seeing that charming smile on his face one last time, engraving it in your memory before he pulled you to his chest and kept you tightly pressed to him. Proceeding to press a kiss on the top of your head while your arms wrapped around his neck and you basked in his warmth and gentle touch.

“We’ll meet again,” he repeated while he held onto you tighter and the red hex enclosed in your home and slowly began to take him away.

It was too hard for you to watch him vanish away with the red enchanted walls, so you stayed pressed to him, eyes closed and picturing him instead. How he was before you shut your eyes and knew the bright red hues were passing by. You could only open them when you felt your arms wrapped around air, and no longer heard his beating heart.

Even then it was hard to keep them open as you saw nothing but an empty spot where he had once stood.

The sight tore your heart, shattered it into thousands of pieces and left you empty inside. His absence made your chest, head and whole body ache. The deafening silence was a discomfort and made you want to just fall to the floor and lay there.

But you couldn’t. At any moment now, all those people stationed outside the perimeters where the walls once stood would charge in and take both Wanda you. They would put you in chains, a special suit, a collar and a box, like last time. They wouldn’t care what you did to save the world, what you did because you were in pain from the loss you suffered because you were trying to save the world. They wouldn’t care. They would just take you and lock you up like they did with your father.

And you didn’t want that either. So instead you left the house you had lived in, you walked to where Wanda had lived in and saw her there, waiting for you outside her now empty lot, with a grieving look of her own. Once she saw you coming, she walked towards you to meet you in the middle, instantly wrapping you in a tight embrace you both were in the lack of. One you both deeply cherished, and lingered in until you needed to pull away.

“Where do you want to go?” Wanda asked you as she began to guide out of the neighborhood, both knowingly understanding that you weren’t going to be taken to prison again.

You sigh and drop your eyes to your silver bracelet around your wrist, sparking a location to come to mind where you knew no one knew about. “Uhm, I know a place,” you lift your eyes to meet hers and offer her a soft smile. “It’s a very beautiful place. You’ll like it.”

Wanda's lips tug into a smile and she nods in agreement. “Okay.”

The rest of the walk back to town was done so in silence, neither of you had the energy to talk, you both were too sad to mention anything else, you just enjoyed each other's company. Quietly relished in the fact that you had each other. Even more so when you got back to the middle town where the townspeople all were beginning to gather, all stopping what they were doing to glare at Wanda and you. Ticking something off within you with each spiteful stare shot your way.

It was an odd feeling, but it was fueling an emotion inside you that felt dangerous. You did nothing to fuel it yourself, you just tried to ignore them as you reached Monica Rambeau. “They’ll never know what you both sacrificed for them.”

You eye the people all watching you before glancing back at the woman in front of you. “It wouldn’t change how they see us. And you? You don’t hate...us?”

Monica shakes her head, “given the chance and given your power,” she sighs, “I’d bring my mom back. I know I would.”

Wanda steps up and interjects with a genuine apology, “I'm sorry. For all the pain I’ve caused. We’ve caused.”

“I know,” Monica slowly nods.

“We don’t understand our powers, but we will.” Wanda continues to explain before sirens begin to sound in the distance, their flashing lights soon appearing everywhere. Causing you to step back and pull Wanda with you as she continued to face Monica to add a last comment. “Goodbye, Monica.”

You begin to hover off the ground, feeling Wanda do the same as she turned away from Monica. Leaving you to look back at said girl and flash her a smile and throw her a last comment as well. “I hope we cross paths again, Monica. Goodbye and thank you.”

Monica offers a single understanding nod before you turn away and hear her call after Wanda and you. “Bye, Wanda. Bye, y/n.”

Without hesitation Wanda and you leave her behind, leave behind the sirens with the military and police. You both change clothes with the use of your powers and just simply leave. Stopping to only get a last look at the town you had called home, where you had shared special memories with the people you loved before you left it all behind.

Nothing stopped either of you. The trip was a determined one because neither of you wanted to be caught. All you did was take small breaks to get some rest from the flying, to eat and do all the necessities before you flew to finally arrive at the secluded place you had remembered from the past—a place in between snow-topped mountains, between a green forest and beside a blue glimmering lake with no one else in sight. It was just the two of you in a cozy cabin.

Only that wasn’t enough to fill the void in your heart. Wanda was someone you loved. Truly. But she wasn’t enough to fill what Pietro left behind, to heal the pain you felt crumbling your body, or the anger that fueled your entire being. There was an empty void within you that couldn’t be filled by anyone….

“If anyone has any tips on where they’ve seen Y/N Eisenhardt and Wanda Maximoff call the authorities, or the FBI. They are considered high class criminals and extremely dangerous. Do not approach!”

An annoyed huff escapes your lips before you quickly change the channel on your small tv, regrettably seeing more news reports on both Wanda and you. “What they did was insane and classified inhumane. To imprison all those innocent people?”

Again you roughly press down on the button and change it. But again see your pictures flashing on the tv, followed by more unnecessary commentary that was pissing you off more and more. “I don’t know what they are. What do we call them? Monsters? Witches? Mutants? That sounds right. Right? Mutant criminals who deserve to be locked up—”

Not being able to handle any more of it, you push yourself off your couch and storm out of the living room and just mindlessly walk outside into the starry night. You feel your anger boil within you and your pain heighten. It felt so fucking suffocating, like you were drowning, or trapped in a box. It was all unbearable and loud within you. You could hear the voices from the newscasters, the bloggers and the people who had no right in giving opinions; they echoed in your head and irked you even further. You could also see the painful memories of Pietro's death like it was on a damn loop in your mind. You could see Thanos snapping his neck. You could see the battle that to you was just five minutes after his death, but to some others was five years. Everything just piled on and caused you to drop on your knees to the ground where you’re surrounded by nothing but wilderness.

Everything was beginning to be too much, it got to a breaking point you couldn’t control. You grabbed at the side of your head and whispered to yourself to try and ease your pain and calm your trembling body. But it didn’t work. Instead you dropped your hands to the floor and tried to breath slowly. But again, nothing. Everything got louder and more painful, to the point where you knew that you were going to lose control. Something that you didn’t want. That you tried to contain. But. Everything. Just. Piled. On, until you couldn’t hold yourself back.

Having enough and not being able to control yourself, you throw your body back, throw your arms out to let out a pained scream and unsuspectedly throw out waves and waves of your yellow power—it was relieving, yet at the same time painful, it felt like your whole chest was going to be ripped out, that you were going to pass out even if you didn’t. The yellow hues were so bright that they lit up the darkened night that had taken over, the waves were so powerful that they pushed back trees that surrounded you; they shot out but you didn’t even know how far.

The worst thing was that you couldn’t find a way to stop it, even if it began to feel good and relieving. It’s not like your powers had brakes, it was all in the mind, but again. It felt relieving letting it all out. A moment only came when the silver bracelet on your wrist gleamed in the corner of your eye. It flipped a switch and made you finally stop, pulling your arms back to your side and dropping your head to look at the bracelet. In that single moment feeling an idea light up in your head and make your lips tug into a mischievous smirk.

——

“It’s gonna be a long night, huh?” You yawn and lazily stretch your arms out.

The security guard next you nods, “yeah it fucking is.” He turns to spare you a glance, not thinking much of it and looking back at the elevator doors open. “You hear,” he continues, “this mutant's daughter turned out to be more psychotic than him?”

You scoff and roll your eyes, but pass it off as a “laugh”. “Yeah,” you nod as you both walk out to the long hall. “I've seen the news. She’s crazy. But powerful, don’t you agree?” You ask as you look at the round faced man beside you, knowing that with your disguise you had thanks to your powers, this man didn’t recognize you.

The man snorts and stops in front of the control board beside the advanced plastic doors. “Yeah, that’s why they need to be killed or captured. I can’t even imagine what they’d do when it’s that time of the month,” he chortles whilst he elbows your arm. You feign a laugh, but mentally gag, following him inside a room filled with more control boards and screens that overlooked glass cells. That only one was occupied.

Seeing the cells made you nervous, not for what you were going to do, but because of who was contained inside one of them. Yes, you knew that he wouldn’t be angry to see you again after years of being apart, but it’s for that reason why you were nervous to reunite with your father. Because it’s been a long time.

“Open the door,” you demand as you walk to the window and look down at the cells. “I want to talk to him.”

“What?” A different guard quieres. “Are you crazy?”

“I won’t ask again,” you say through gritted teeth while you turn to look at the guards and wait.

“You must be on something, go cool off. You know we aren’t allowed.” A female guard shoots at you.

You sigh and with a flick of your fingers transform back to yourself, keeping your powers on the ready on your hand, walking towards the guard with his hand on the key to open the door that will lead to the cells. “Open it.”

Guns instantly were brought out and pointed at your head, with one guard's hand on a walkie. You notice and look at him, shaking your finger and saying “tsk-tsk,” before you easily use your powers to destroy it in his hand. “Open the door.” You seeth again, slowly scanning your eyes around the room and noticing their fingers on the triggers, all looking at one another before they all shoot simontenostly, suspecting their bullets to hit you, but not expecting you to stop them in mid air and turn them into butterflies—a prideful smirk tugs on your lips and you spin your finger in the air to control their minds and turn them against one another.

“Fine,” you sigh, “I’ll take matters into my own hands.” Spinning around on your heels, you throw out an energy ball of your powers and turn the glass to water, letting you fly down to the platform and stop just before you could face his cell. You could hear him shuffling inside, but you couldn’t just run up to his cell so quickly.

First you drew in a deep breath and made your powers disappear from your hands. Next you released that breath of air and hesitated again, swallowing thickly and stroking the metal bracelet around your wrist. Finally you looked up and slowly stepped up toward the glass cell, stopping in front of it and seeing him curiously by the glass, looking up until your figure and face caught his attention.

And at first it seemed that he was having some time recognizing you; he narrowed his gaze and took a last step forward, tilting his head and studying you. While you on the other hand, felt the tears sting your eyes, felt your lips tug as he was there, still alive. He still had the same piercing, comforting blue eyes, same brown hair that you now noticed had some grey hairs here and there, his face had a couple more wrinkles, but not so much that he looked over his actual age. He had a way to slowly fill the void Pietro had left.

Nonetheless after a few minutes, his perplexed expression dropped and turned soft, he pressed his hand on the glass and his lips tugged. And you, without wasting another minute, used your powers to copy your previous action and turn the glass to water, finally breaking the barrier between your father and you, letting the both of you walk to one another and meet in the middle.

“Y/N.” He mumbled in disbelief while his hands cupped your cheeks. “My girl. You’re here.”

Your smirk reappears and you cup his hands as you meet his gaze and part your lips. “Papa, I’m here to set you free.”

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malfoymanortings · 4 years ago

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florescent adolescent PART 3

SUMMARY: Fred Weasley has been drawing the eldest Malfoy daughter since his third year of Hogwarts. Elara Malfoy has fancied Fred Weasley since her fifth year at Hogwarts. It is during their final year, that the two of them do something about the mutual attraction.

PAIRING: Fred x OC older Malfoy sister

hello! heres the third installment to Fred and Elara. hopefully you all enjoy! somebody else part three will be posted soon as well.

Fred was starting to get frustrated.

Elara was now avoiding him at every chance she got, and he never got another opportunity to sit next to her in Potions class. Daphne Greengrass was back to sitting next to Elara, and Fred had seen the dark haired girl glaring at him more than once.

He couldn’t get Elara out of his mind, and even George was starting to worry for him.

“Freddie, maybe you should stop,” cautioned George, staring at his brother who was intensely focusing on his newest drawing of the serpent princess. “I’m a bit worried about you, mate.”

“George, I’ll say this once more, and not again,” Fred didn’t take his eyes off his drawing, adding in the flecks of green and blue he now knew very well. “If I were able to stop, I would. But she’s.. Different.”

“You’re right, she’s different!” George shouted, startling Fred with his intensity. “Did’ja forget we’re in a war, mate? And she’s a bloody Malfoy!”

“She isn’t evil, George,” Fred shook his head, annoyed at his twin. “I can feel it.”

“You sure she didn’t slip you a love potion?” badgered George, worry for his twin clear in his tone. “I’ve never seen you act like this, not even over Angie.”

“I’m going to make her mine, Georgie,” declared Fred, snapping his book shut. “Even if she resists it.”

Fred got off his bed then, and George eyed him with caution.

“Freddie where-”

“I’ll see you later, Georgie.” Fred slipped out of their dorm room, heading out of the Gryffindor Common room.

Although he wasn’t quite sure where to find her, he did have a pretty educated guess as to where she could be. After all, this was the girl Fred had pined over for years. He may have grown out of his admittedly stalkerish fourth year phase, but he still kept tabs over the silver haired beauty. Old habits die hard.

Fred passed by a few Hufflepuffs as he made his way to the astronomy tower, starting with the least likely place he would find her. Perhaps he should have asked Harry to borrow the Marauders Map for this, but the idea had occurred rather too late for that.

To his dissatisfaction, the astronomy tower was empty safe for a Ravenclaw and Slytherin fifth year couple that were getting more than a little handsy. Fred had quickly left after that, shouting over his shoulder about the contraceptive spell. The red faced Slytherin boy had sent a hex after him, which Fred narrowly dodged.

A smirk on his face, Fred checked the library next. He then ventured out to the grounds, even the hall outside the Slytherin common room, but no luck. He admitted his defeat, and sullenly made his way back to his common room.

It wasn’t until the Slytherin versus Gryffindor match that he got to see the girl that invaded his every thoughts.

Elara shook Angelina’s hand before the match, keeping her eyes narrowed on the dark haired girl. She seemed to shake with more force than usual, a slight curl to her lip. Fred found that odd, as she was always much more composed than the rest of her house. Particularly, her brother.

Speaking of her brother, he seemed to have thought himself quite the song writer. He, along with the other Slytherin’s on the field, began singing Weasley is Our King. Fred saw Elara giving her brother several sharp looks, although she did not say anything to him. She didn’t sing the song either, so that was the only brightside to the situation. As much as Fred wanted to watch Elara’s every move, he had a game to play. And, unfortunately, Ron wasn’t the best addition to the team. Thankfully, Harry caught the snitch rather quickly, and the game was over. Gryffindor had won.

Fred was shaking Harry’s hand after the match when he heard his annoying voice saying something out of the ordinary. He turned then, to where Draco was drawling something out to Ron, and paid attention this time when he spoke.

“-We couldn’t fit in useless loser either, for his father, you know.”

Fred stiffened, as did George. He realized that Malfoy had just called his mother fat. And his father a useless loser. He began to see red.

“Leave it,” Angelina said at once, taking Fred by the arm.

Draco said more, this time speaking down on their house, his family fucking home, and it took the combined efforts of Angelina, Alicia, and Katie to hold Fred back. George was being held back by Harry. Draco was laughing openly, not seeing his sister coming up behind him with a dark look on her face.

“Shall I be writing father, and letting him know how you gloat after winning?” Elara slapped Draco upside the back of his head, causing Draco to flush and turn around to sneer at her. “Perhaps I should let mother know about your foul mouth.”

“Shut it, Elara,” fumed Draco, raising his eyebrows at her. “Father would agree with me.” He turned his attention back to Harry, a nasty smirk on his face. “We were talking about it, father and I. We think the reason you like the Weasleys so much is because the stink reminds you of your mothers place, a reminder-”

Fred watched as Harry let go of George, both of them running to the younger Malfoy. Harry sank his fist into Malfoy’s stomach, and George began attacking his face. Fred strained against the girls holding him back, wanting desperately to have his go at the git.

“Stupefy!” shouted Elara, aiming at Harry and George. The spell hit them instantly, knocking them on their feet. Draco lay on the ground, clutching his bloody nose.

Madam Hooch came over then, and set everyone straight. George and Harry were herded to McGonagall’s office, and Elara had hoisted Draco off the ground, a passive look on her face.

“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes,” Elara reprimanded her brother, who was moaning on about his nose. “Dunno what else you expected.”

“Bugger off,” Draco snapped out, his hand still holding his face.

The two left the field, and finally Fred was released from the three girls hold. He glared at the girls, and stormed off the field. He planned on confronting Draco himself.

He could just barely catch the glimpse of Elara’s long hair swishing around a corner, and he followed after her. It seemed odd to him, that she was heading towards the Gryffindor common room rather than the nurses office.

Fred was even more surprised to see it was just her, and she was approaching McGonagall’s office. The words that came from her mouth shocked him even more, especially when he realized she was standing up for them to Umbridge.

“Professor Umbridge, I assure you that Draco instigated the fight,” her voice was firm, poised. “There’s no need for you to ban those three from playing Quidditch. Draco should not have been such a poor sport.”

“Now now, Miss Malfoy,” simpered Umbridge, and Fred had to resist the urge to punch the woman. “How lovely of you to apologize on your brothers behalf. Yet another example of why violence is not needed. No, my decision still stands. However, it is very noble of you to be the bigger person. Ten points to Slytherin.”

“That wasn’t what I wanted, Professor,” Elara began, but was promptly cut off.

“My decision is final, Miss Malfoy,” Umbridge’s voice was sickly sweet. “Now, perhaps you should go check on your brother.”

“Yes, ma’am.” replied Elara, a hint of frustration in her tone.

She turned then, catching eyes with Fred who was standing there stone faced. She bit down on her plump lip, and Fred was reminded of how it felt when he kissed her that day.

Elara walked over to Fred, motioning for him to follow her. He did, of course. He thought that he might follow her anywhere.

Fred followed her all the way to the astronomy tower, surprised that she had brought him to the place they had fucked. He crossed his arms, watching as she walked over to the railing, looking out into the night sky. Walking across the room, he stood next to her, leaning against the railing, waiting for her to say something.

“I apologize about Draco,” Elara started, her eyes still on the twinkling sky. “He’s a prat, I know, he has a big head, but he’s still my brother. Unfortunately.”

“I don’t want an apology from you,” Fred shook his head, his fingers clenching the metal railing as Draco’s words floated through his head again. “And I don’t expect one from your brother, either.”

“What do you expect, then?” asked Elara, tilting her head to look at him.

In the dying light of evening, she looked ethereal. It made his breath catch in his throat, and he suddenly felt angry at her. Angry that her brother was an ass, angry that her family was who they were, angry that she had just walked away after they had sex.

Angry that he thought he might love her.

“I don’t expect anything from you,” scowled Fred, raising an eyebrow and sucking in his cheek. “You’ve made it clear that it won’t get me anywhere.”

“Excuse me?” snapped Elara, facing Fred and crossing her arms. Her Quidditch uniform swayed in the wind, her hair swishing behind her.

“I can’t expect anything from you,” repeated Fred, shrugging his shoulders. He, too, crossed his arms. “You fucked me, and then you left. You ignored me.”

“Course I did,” Elara retorted, her nails digging into her arms. “You got what you wanted. You got to fuck Elara Malfoy, unattainable Slytherin. Then, you got to go run and tell your friends. That’s all you wanted from me. I knew not to expect anything more from you.”

Fred openly gaped at her in disbelief. How had she gotten that in her head? “What the bloody hell gave you that impression?”

“Daphne told me,” sneered Elara, swinging her arms down and balling her fists up at her sides. “I told her what happened, that I might have feelings for- anyways, she told me that would be the only reason you would fuck me. As a trophy.”

“Blimey, you’re impossible,” Fred tossed his hands in the air. “I never once said that! Or did that! I want something more with you. Can’t you see that?”

Elara was silent. So was Fred. He studied her reaction, the clench in her jaw, the tensed way she kept digging her nails into her palms. He saw when she decided to leave and run away again, and he caught her arm before she could.

“Let go of me-” Elara began, but was cut off as Fred pulled her into him. He looked down at her, and pressed his lips to hers.

He gave Elara plenty of opportunity to pull away, but to his happiness she didn’t. Instead, she melted into his arms, her soft lips moving in sync with his. She parted her mouth, and Fred licked into hers, feeling himself begin to be aroused when she moaned softly into his mouth.

Fred pulled away then, unwilling to go further until they were both on the same page. He watched as Elara slowly opened her eyes, staring at him with an unreadable expression.

“Elara..” Fred trailed off, clearing his throat. He kept her in his arms, his hands entangled in her soft hair. “I want you, if you’ll have me.”

“Fred,” Elara paused, biting down on her lip again, distracting Fred for a moment. “My family wouldn’t approve.”

That stung, he had to admit. Had he known she would say that? Of course, he wasn’t daft. “I’m not asking about your family's opinion, love. I’m asking for yours.”

“I can’t,” Elara shook her head, and Fred felt his heart break then. “I care for you, but I can’t.”

“Can’t we just try?” pleaded Fred, his grip on her tightening. He didn’t want to lose her before he got her.

“We can’t,” Elara gently broke out of Fred’s embrace, and he felt colder. “My family wouldn’t approve. I can’t say yours would, either, honestly. My brother has made it his life mission to torment Ron and Harry.”

“Mine would just want for me to be happy,” Fred responded quickly, shaking his head. “Malfoy or not. Aren’t yours the same?”

She looked away from him then, biting her lip again as tears formed in her eyes. “Not really, no. Look, I’m going to go now. I hope you find someone, Fred. Someone good.”

For the second time, Fred watched as the girl who held his heart left him alone in the astronomy tower. He wondered why, exactly, she didn’t think she was good for him. He wondered what exactly it was like to be a Malfoy.

He found that he pitied the thought.

However, he knew now, that she did have feelings for him. He had caught her slip up. He would do whatever it took now, to get her to be with him. Perhaps, he had to begin a more... unconventional approach. He just hoped Angelina would be on board.

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dirt-cup-draco · 5 years ago

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Sirius x Reader- Mistakes

Sirius was left stumped as you spun on your heel, tears filling your eyes as you brushed past Remus and James with a quiet, “excuse me”. He hadn’t see the tears however, so he assumed you were mad at him. Maybe you weren’t feeling well? Maybe it was that time of the month? How was he supposed to know?

James’ frowned, sitting beside Sirius on the couch as Remus shook his head. “What did you say to her that made her cry?”

“She wasn’t cryin’ Moony, she’s just mad at me,” Sirius shrugged, but he paused. Had you been crying? Why would you cry over something so silly? Worry filled his veins but he played it off, pretending like the thought of you crying didn’t make him want to beat whoever was the cause to a pulp. And it seemed he had been the cause.

“No, she was definitely crying,” James added and Sirius rolled his eyes, swatting the back of his friend’s head.

“Her back was to me, how was I supposed to know turning her down would make her cry?”

Remus and James went pale, heads snapping to their idiotic best friend. “What do you mean you turned her down? What was she saying to you?”

Sirius narrowed his eyes, standing. He felt like he was in the wrong now but didn’t understand why. He’d been nice! Or at least he’d been trying to be.

“I didn’t mean to upset her!” He defended, “She asked if I wanted to be her date to the yule ball and I said she should go with someone better, who wasn’t just a friend, what’s so wrong about that?”

“Merlin, you are dense!” Remus groaned.

As James sighed, “You really messed up this time. Y/N doesn’t want to go as just friends,”

You sniffled into your pillow but quieted once one of your housemates came in. You felt pretty pathetic at the moment. Of course Sirius wouldn’t want to go with you. You must be like a little sister to him. You knew quite a few girls had already asked and he had politely turned them down, what made you different? You scoffed and sat up, rubbing at your eyes. You had been so excited after talking to Remus, he had reassured you that Sirius would love to go with you and it had given you the courage to ask but now you were dreading even going.

You peered at the dress that was hung up neatly. It was so pretty, your parents had sent it not too long ago and it made you feel like a different person. It made you feel beautiful and interesting. You couldn’t let it hang and collect dust! You would find another date, and you would wear the dress and it would still be a great night, you decided.

The next day you were in potions, fiddling nervously with your robes. You wanted to have this done before Sirius came in. Otherwise you would lose your nerve. Thankfully, he was almost always late. You slid out of your seat and made your way across the room to the handsome hufflepuff, Edgar Bones, that you had been friends with all year. “Do you mind if I sit here?” You asked and with a grin and a nod he was clearing a space for you.

“So, are you excited for the yule ball?” You questioned, trying to be sly but probably coming across very obvious. Your cheeks were already stained pink. After just being rejected, you were very worried that Edgar would say no as well, making you the least wanted girl in Hogwarts quite possibly.

“Um, I don’t actually have a date,” Edgar admitted, a shrug to his shoulders. “Besides, it seems a bit stuffy.” You deflated a bit. “Are you going with anyone?”

“Not yet, S-sirius turned me down, so no date either,” You stumbled over his name, head hung low in embarrassment.

There was a commotion at the front of the class as Sirius scrambled in just moments before class started and you had to look away to keep your self sabotaging thoughts to a minimum. You had to be at least a little confident to get Edgar to go with you.

Edgar noticed the sudden tension in your shoulders and flung his arm over your shoulders. He kissed the side of your head and then his lips were close to your ear, hot air tickling your neck as he said in a low voice, “Don’t worry I’ll be your rebound for the night,” You looked at him in surprise. He winked and focused back on the teacher. You wanted to correct him but he wasn’t completely wrong. You hadn’t thought to ask him before Sirius had said no.

Sirius Black was pouting. He had been pouting since he arrived in potions and say stupid Edgar with his arm around your shoulder. You’d just asked Sirius to the ball why were you flirting with that hufflepuff anyway? Sirius liked Edgar, they were friends but why had he been so close to you? You liked Sirius. Or, thats what James had told him a couple of days ago.

Right. He had turned you down. He had fucked up and missed his chance, as his friends had been more than happy to enlighten him about. How was he supposed to know you’d fancied him since first year? You were nice to everyone for Merlin’s sake! You’d had those big, starry doe eyes since you two met, he had no clue that to everyone else it was clear you had it bad. Sirius released a grumpy sigh and flung himself down on his bed.

“Regretting all your life decisions?” Remus asked, strolling in with a smug look on his face.

“Oh fuck off,” Sirius seethed, aiming a pillow right for his friends head. He ducked right in time and James released an “oof” as the pillow hit him square in the face instead.

Peter scrambled around them and sat on his bed, silent for a moment but piping up eventually. “I saw Edgar and Y/N walking around by the black lake during lunch today, they looked like they were having a good time. Lily told Marlene who told me that they are going to the Yule ball together,”

“She told Evans and didn’t tell us?” James scoffed but he hadn’t really been paying attention to Peter until Lily was mentioned.

“I-I guess it just happened earlier today when they had class together,” Peter squeaked.

“Who bloody cares who Y/N is going with!” Sirius finally exploded, leaving the dorm room with a whirl of his robes.

The Yule Ball approached much sooner than you had anticipated but you had renewed your excitement. You and Edgar had been spending more time together, just so that it wouldn’t be awkward when you two had to dance. You’d been friends before but not as close. Now you could happily say that he was as close of a friend as the marauders are.

You touched up your hair as your friends shuffled out of your dorm, giggling and smiling. Everyone was so excited. You met up with Edgar and couldn’t fight the smile that lit up your face. “You look great!”

“And you look even better than that,” Edgar complimented, placing a kiss to your cheek. You had learned he was a very affectionate person. It didn’t bother you, you knew he was just being friendly. He led you into the great hall and another compliment and you were beaming. This was how tonight was supposed to go, all smiles and wonder.

It was much later in the night, a slow song was playing. Edgar’s hand was warm against your back, the other one gripping your free hand gently, as you swayed to the music. “He’s staring,” He said, lips close to your ear once again. “Sirius, I mean,”

Your heart jumped in your throat, “He is?” You croaked. Edgar nodded.

“I don’t think he has a date, he’s been looking at you all night though. Hell, half the people here have been,” Your cheeks burned at the compliment. And Edgar laughed softly.

“Have more faith in yourself, love. You’re stunning,” His fingers fell away from yours and tilted your chin up. You weren’t able to meet his eyes but you nodded, knowing he was being honest. Edgar was truly kind. You almost wished you had feelings for him.

You were startled when Edgar let out a bark of laughter and you looked up to him in confusion. “I don’t think Sirius likes me being so close to you, he looks like he wants to rip my head off,”

You felt some anger surge through you. If he was jealous it was his own fault! You had asked him to come with you and he’d said no. It was his loss. “Well, I don’t care what he thinks,” You said, stepping closer to Edgar so you were hip to hip, chest to chest. You let your nails slide down the back of his neck as you leaned up to kiss him. Edgar kissed back but after a moment pulled away, hands sturdy on your hips.

“Y/N... You don’t want me, love. Lets not do anything you’ll regret just because youre mad at Black, yeah? You’re....very attractive and I hate myself for stopping you but I know your heart isnt in it.”

You were ashamed of yourself. He was right. “I’m so sorry Edgar, I really like you,”

“And I like you too, you’re an amazing friend, now go get him before he hexes some poor kid out of spite,” You laughed softly and kissed Edgar’s cheek, stepping away as you saw Sirius bolt out of the great hall. Taking off your heels you chased after him.

“Sirius wait!” You hollered as he sped off down the corridor. Damn his long legs. He spun around and an unreadable look passed over his eyes.

“Y/N...” He spoke softly, not giving away anything except for the tense position of his jaw. He was certainly wound up about something. Edgar had given you some hope it was you. “Why aren’t you back in there with what’s-his-face?”

Sirius knew Edgar, he really liked the kid but he was feeling petty. He was surprised that you had even noticed he’d left. You’d seemed to enjoy snogging Edgar just moments early. Your lips were still slightly plump and red. Your dress was amazing, that couldn’t be denied. But the dress wasn’t what made you beautiful. You always had been and Sirius was cursing himself for not saying yes.

You rolled your eyes at him and some anger sparked in him. “I wanted to talk to you, is that alright?” You said with a surprising amount of sass.

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“It just seems like you’d rather be anywhere else right now,”

“Well, wouldn’t you rather be snogging Edgar? Maybe if you ask nice you’ll get laid and loosen up a bit!”

“What is your problem!?” You seethed. “Where did that even come from? And who I’m with is no concern of yours whether we are kissing or more or doing nothing at all, you prick!”

“Well Prongs and Moony told me you fancy me, but now your attached to the hip with some other guy! You’re more fickle than I thought,” He sneered.

Angry tears were already beginning to spill. You had wanted to talk to him but he was being impossible. How could he say those things about you? You’d done nothing to him.

“Fine you bastard! I don’t need you anyway, maybe I will go back to Edgar. At least he cares! I was going to tell you that I hadn’t wanted to go to the yule ball together as just friends but now I don’t even want to be your friend...” You sniffled, all your anger gone.

Before Sirius could say anything you were gone. With a frustrated groan, and tears of his own fighting to be released he sagged against the stone wall of the corridor. He really had messed up big time.

#sirius #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius x reader #marauders #feeling the marauders era right now not gonna lie #angst #harry potter angst #remus lupin #james potter #peter pettigrew #more like peter petti-ew you nasty ass lying rat how could you betray my sweet potters

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