usurpernt · 1 year ago
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popping in to let you all know that ghirahim and zant are platonic boyfriends.
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comradesummers · 5 months ago
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hate hate hate when lip gets in fiona's face and yells at her. even when she absolutely needs to be told that she's wrong, it's always so unnecessarily aggressive and he keeps fucking doing it. when she does something wrong his first instinct is to scream at her until she feels small. but when he does something wrong her first instinct is to help him.
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wavesoutbeingtossed · 3 months ago
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You know it’s kind of a gift to live in an era where even the pop girlies are putting out albums dealing with really personal, fraught, existential issues about womanhood and life and society and idk it’s just… really cool to see.
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ak319 · 2 months ago
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Yan Socialite brother x Fem G!P reader x Yan?Wife
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➺Ezra Headcanon
As soon as Ezra was satisfied that your carriage had left the mansion safely, and after muttering a few prayers, he turned to Rowan, who immediately tensed in anticipation of the command to follow.
"Send invitations to all of my friends for a party. It will be held tomorrow evening at 7."
"But--milord, if I may ask, you've never thrown a party when the Lady of the house is away."
"Oh, Rowan, Rowan," Ezra's voice turned sharp as he stepped closer, his grip tightening on Rowan's face. "How could you even think it’s because my sister left that I’m hosting one, hm?" Rowan’s heart sank, panic rising as he feared he had offended his master. "N-no, no, I didn't mean it like that--"
"Oh, shush. I know exactly what you mean." Ezra's eyes narrowed as his grip loosened, but the cold edge in his voice remained. "But let it be clear, Rowan--this party isn't because my dear sister has gone on a trip. It's to celebrate her divorce."
Rowan’s face stayed tense, heart pounding in disbelief. A lavish party… because of the divorce? Of course, his master would. And it wasn’t as if your divorce had been a simple one, no, it unraveled painfully, each depressing knot pulled loose until it all fell apart. Your wife, Mabel, had suffered through two miscarriages--both of which, of course, were caused by Ezra. The relentless pressure and cruelty he'd put the poor woman through when you weren’t around like making her slip on the stairs--Rowan flinched, unwilling to relive that moment.
Afterward, Mabel had spiraled into such a deep depression that not even you could lift her out of it. Desperate, she finally asked for a divorce, which you granted. All because Ezra, in his twisted mind, deemed her nothing but a cheap whore, seducing his sister for money due to her lower-class background.
Rowan had conspired with his master throughout it all, so he wasn’t blameless. Yet, guilt still weighed heavy on him. Loyalty, after all, could blind a man just as easily as love.
"As you wish, master. I'll get straight to the arrangements."
Ezra sighed, clasping his hands together in front of him, a look of pure contentment spreading across his face as he basked in the sunlight, the gentle chirping of birds filling the air. Despite missing your presence and quietly worrying about your journey, he knew you needed this time away. You needed it to forget about that witch.
He prayed you wouldn’t return with another one.
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Time passed, and you slipped back into your usual routine after returning. Ezra, too, had finally found some peace. But, of course, his mother had to ruin things somehow. Out of nowhere, she brought up the topic of your marriage, prattling on about some suitor she had found--a girl from a "good family," Fiona Royce. Who the hell was that?
Ezra wasted no time investigating this supposed "catch." A good family, indeed. The eldest of three sisters, all of whom were well-bred. Fiona was smart, outgoing, and fashionable—qualities that, annoyingly, reminded Ezra of himself. But there was no way he was going to accept her. Not ever. In this estate, there was only room for one like him.
Without hesitation, he began spreading rumors about this so-called Fiona before you even had the chance to meet her. But Grace, sharp as ever, found out about her son's antics and scolded him harshly.
"You will not interfere in this matter, do you hear me?!" she snapped. "How can you spread such vile nonsense about someone’s daughter? The same could happen to yours one day. How would you feel then?!"
"Mother! I am not going to sit through another one of your lectures! (Y/N) just went through a divorce, and now you want to burden her with yet another problem?!"
"And I wonder what caused that."
Ezra folded his arms and scoffed, as if he had done nothing wrong, not a trace of regret on his face. "Gold diggers like her deserve exactly what she got."
"Well, news flash, Ezra--this marriage will happen. I can't stand to see my daughter in the state she's in, all alone. And just because her spoiled brother is too arrogant to accept it doesn’t mean it won’t. After (Y/N) gets married, I'll be finding your suitor too, so you can finally focus on your own life instead of meddling in your sister’s!"
"Mother, you can't do this! How-" Ezra’s voice was cut off as Grace stormed over, grabbing his shoulders firmly.
"Quiet. Enough of your tantrums, Ezra. Grow up. Learn to share--that's what I taught you, and what your father believed in. I swear, if you pull another one of your stunts, I will cut you off entirely. I won’t speak to you, nor will I see you again!"
His own mother, emotionally blackmailing him. Just… wow.
"You know what? Fine. Bring her here as your daughter-in-law. Let’s see what happens." Ezra's voice was laced with venom. "But mark my words--she’ll be just like the others."
With that, he slammed the door on his way out, leaving Grace standing there, wiping her tears. This was exactly why she had chosen Fiona. Only Fiona had the strength to tolerate Ezra, to stand toe-to-toe with him and still be a good wife to her daughter.
Grace composed herself before heading to your room, determined to ease your concerns about Fiona. She kept the truth hidden, though—about how Ezra had been the one to ruin Fiona’s reputation. She didn’t want to stir up unnecessary conflict between her children before the wedding.
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You met Fiona and were immediately drawn to her confident, sharp mind--not to mention her undeniable beauty. Her soft, golden hair seemed to glow in the sunlight as you both strolled through the gardens. Fiona wasted no time in trying to win you over. She needed to--she had wanted this for so long, ever since she first laid eyes on you at a party. Everything about you fascinated her, igniting a quiet obsession.
This was why her mother had subtly spoken to yours about Fiona being a potential suitor. Her parents, too, were impressed by their daughter’s choice and were eager to see it come to fruition.
The wedding soon took place, with Ezra maintaining his polite facade throughout the ceremony. But Fiona wasn’t fooled. She knew he was doing it all to stay in your good graces. Still, she wasn’t afraid. She had prepared for this moment, for the day she would become your wife and slowly capture your heart. She understood it would take time--after all, you were still likely weighed down by thoughts of your first marriage and the painful losses that came with it.
"How do I look?" Fiona asked, twirling slightly to show off her attire as you both prepared to leave for a dinner hosted by your business partner.
"Gorgeous, wife." You smiled, watching as she stepped closer, her fingers brushing your collar as she adjusted it.
"Is this the one Ezra gave you the other day?"
"Oh, no," she replied, smoothing the fabric. "I was going to wear that one, but I noticed the back was a bit torn, so I sent it off to be mended."
"Torn?" Your hands instinctively found her waist, pulling her gently toward you. "But Ezra is meticulous with his handiwork. How could that even happen?"
"No, he did a great job as always, perhaps the maid was too rough while washing it. But it's alright, darling." Fiona's voice was calm, but her resolve was unshakable. She wasn’t going to let Ezra control her life. What did he think? Showering her with gifts in front of you, trying to impress you with his false thoughtfulness, only to turn on her when you weren’t around? Not on her watch. She wasn’t Mabel--she wouldn’t crumble under his manipulation.
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"You know, since my sister isn't here, you should go back to your parents' house."
"Why is that, Brother Ezra?"
"Because your duty is to my sister, and she’s not here. It’s not like you’re contributing anything around here anyway." Ezra stood abruptly, pushing his chair back, but paused as he heard her voice behind him.
"I am not leaving."
"What did you just say?" Fiona rose gracefully and faced him with a determined look. "I said I am not leaving my wife's home. I am part of this family and this house, it's mine just as much as it is hers, and I will leave when I choose. In fact, I think (Y/N) would be quite upset if she returned to find her beautiful wife absent to welcome her."
She flashed a sharp, disdainful smile at him before turning on her heel and walking away, leaving Ezra dumbfounded. The audacity of this woman was infuriating. He knew he needed to take action before she became even more of a problem. But he had to be more calculated, she was not a meek lamb like Mabel.
So, before you returned, Ezra made an effort to apologize to Fiona, attempting to be as genuine as possible. Fiona remained wary, her suspicion of his motives not easily driven away.
When you returned, Ezra eagerly requested that you allow Fiona to work with him in his Clothing Workshop, praising her fashion sense. Fiona at first didn't want to work under him but this could be handy in way to win your sympathy if Ezra pulls another stunt and she also just wanted to please you , seeing how happy you were when he proposed this.
You agreed without hesitation, pleased to see them getting along. But your satisfaction turned to concern when Ezra erupted in tears and rage over half of his new line being destroyed by fire--on a night when Fiona had been working late.
After managing to calm Ezra and escort him to his room, you returned to your own, where you found Fiona sitting on the loveseat in the balcony.
"Are you here to scold me?" she asked, her voice trembling. "If you are, go ahead. I don’t mind. I don’t even care if you don’t trust me anymore because I’ve disappointed you... and even Ezra. I’ve caused a loss to this family--"
Before she could say more, you gently cupped her chin, guiding her gaze to meet yours. "Shh, don’t say that. I don’t want these beautiful eyes to be clouded with despair, love." You wiped away a tear, and she immediately sought comfort in your embrace.
"Ezra has always been a bit... sensitive and intense about his work," you said softly. "I think it might be best if you focus on managing the household instead."
Fiona looked up at you, her expression anxious. "Do you think I caused the fire?"
"No, no. I don’t think it was your fault. I’ve been informed that the fire started because of a faulty electrical wire," you reassured her. "Why would you put your own life at risk like that?"
Fiona’s relief was palpable. The truth was, she hadn’t caused the fire--Ezra’s sabotage was the real culprit. She could hardly believe she had managed to save herself in time. How low could Ezra sink?
"I just--worry for your safety," you continued softly. "After this, you two obviously can’t work together. So, please stay at home and manage the budget instead."
Fiona nodded, a flicker of triumph in her eyes. At least she had achieved something, despite the cost. 'Take that, Ezra. You won, but at what price?'
As time went on, you found yourself falling in love with Fiona, gradually healing from the trauma of your first marriage.
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"Where’s your ring, Fiona?"
Fiona looked at her hands in confusion and chuckled nervously. "Oh, it must be in the bathroom. I’ll be right back, love." She gave you a quick peck on the lips before hurrying to the shared room. To her dismay, despite turning the room upside down, she couldn’t find it. Panic set in--what would she say to you and your mother if she lost a family heirloom?
She suspected Ezra’s involvement. If he was behind this, he had made a grave mistake.
You were indeed pissed at her carelessness but eventually joined her in the search. Fiona managed to convince you that she might have left the ring at her parents' house during a recent visit to which you calmed down. It broke her heart as this was the first time she had seen you mad and it was because of her stupid mistake.
The next day, Fiona went to her parents' house first thing in the morning to look for the ring. Her hunch proved correct. She found it in the room of Obelia, her second sister, who had a known crush on Ezra.
"I-I’m sorry, sister," Obelia stammered, looking guilty. "Ezra’s servant brought the ring here and said it was just a harmless prank Ezra wanted to play on his sister-in-law. I didn’t realize it would cause such trouble."
"How many times have I told you to stay away from him? You should have informed me about this! Don’t you understand? HE’S TRYING TO DESTROY MY LIFE, MY RELATIONSHIP! HE EVEN TRIED TO KILL ME!" Fiona's mother stepped in, attempting to placate her daughter and offering apologies on Obelia’s behalf.
"W--why is it that you get to marry the person you choose, and I’m not allowed to have any say in who I like? Shouldn’t you be happy for me and arrange my marriage to him so we can be together? Maybe then he won’t harass you anymore!" Obelia’s own frustration now evident.
"Are you out of your mind? You want to marry that selfish bastard?! What kind of lies did Ezra tell you?"
"He didn’t lie, Fiona!"
"You know what? Fine. I’ll talk to Ms. Grace about Ezra’s marriage and see what happens. But listen to me, Obelia--don’t blame me for what happens to you if you choose to pursue this."
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To everyone’s surprise, Ezra agreed to the marriage, and preparations swiftly began. Fiona, however, was not taken aback. She saw through Ezra’s schemes--this was merely leverage to manipulate and threaten her using her own sister. 'If only you knew, Ezra, what I have in store for you.'
Almost a week after the wedding, tragedy struck when Obelia suffered a severe accident in her carriage, resulting in paralysis from the waist down. She was confined to bed, leaving everyone devastated. Ezra, however, was less concerned about her condition and more troubled by the prospect of being publicly labeled as having a handicapped wife.
“Something on your mind, Ezra?” Fiona’s voice cut through the silence, interrupting his contemplation in the gardens. Annoyed, Ezra turned to face her with a forced smile. “Just enjoying the scenery.”
“Hm. I’m also enjoying the view, but not here. Inside, watching my sister bedridden and helpless, unable to even manage something as simple as keeping track of a ring--now that’s truly satisfying,” Fiona retorted, her tone dripping with disdain.
“Wow, didn’t expect you to be so ruthless, sister-in-law. Nearly killing your sister over a ring? Tsk, tsk. How pathetic. Just what you'd expect from someone of your low class.”
“Call me whatever you want, Ezra. This is a warning--to show you how far I’m willing to go to stay by (Y/N)’s side. Obelia means nothing to me. I’ll fight anyone who tries to take her away.”
“I still don’t care, because guess what? She’s getting divorced. There’s no way I’m spending my life with... that.”
“Be my guest. But remember, Ezra, I’m just like you--willing to go to great lengths to protect what’s mine. And at the end of the day, there are some things only I can give (Y/N).” Fiona's words were laced with a cold certainty.
Ezra’s face flushed with rage as she leaned in closer, whispering in his ear.
“As in, you know... a child. You’re not that naive, are you? And believe me, (Y/N) really wants one. Really , really does. She tries every day.”
Ezra recoiled in disgust, his anger barely contained.
“Your parents clearly never taught you basic decency,” Ezra sneered, wiping his ear and glaring at Fiona with fierce determination. “I’d like to see you give birth to one first.”
“I’m not Mabel,” Fiona shot back, her voice cold and steady. “I’m not clumsy enough to fall or... reveal what happened on that ferry.” Ezra’s heart skipped a beat. Though he tried to mask his panic, Fiona saw through his facade.
“Oh, I’m aware of that incident. Anyone with a brain would be. But don’t worry, I won’t mention your name in connection with it. After all, you’re my wife’s brother, and I wouldn’t want her to face any humiliation or business losses because of you. So, let’s set aside this animosity and try to be... civil.”
“I won’t let you get away with this,” Ezra spat, swatting Fiona’s arm before storming off. To Fiona, now well-acquainted with Ezra’s manipulative tactics, it was clear he had assented in his own way, though he remained defiant. This was going to be an intriguing game from now on.
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thatfandomslut · 7 months ago
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Captain Princess Ophelia
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Reneé Rapp x Reader
Word Count: 1.2k
Trigger Warnings: just a lot of fluff, Shrek, and a cute pregnancy announcement
Request:
basically some fluff where r and renee take care of r niece, like, domestic cute stuff
Reneé Rapp requests are open.
Other accounts: hoe4flo | ghostyanne
Discords: Mean Girls | Mean Girls RP (in need of people)
(S/n) - Sister's Name
When (S/n) dropped off Ophelia, the first thing (Y/n)’s six-year-old niece did was run to Reneé , wrapping her arms around her aunt as she clung on excitedly. It was the first time Ophelia had visited since (Y/n) and Reneé  moved into their own place now that they were married. “Are you sure you’re okay to watch her over night?” (S/n) inquired, chewing on her bottom lip as Ophelia flung her body from Reneé  to the toy chest in their living room, something put there due to them knowing she was coming. They were the types of aunts to absolutely spoil their niece, and that was evident by the toys overflowing in the toy box.
“Of course,” (Y/n) smiled, ruffling Ophelia’s curls gently. She was always down to watch the girl. Since they moved, they had been a bit busier and hadn’t been able to visit yet. This was the perfect excuse to spend time with their favorite tiny terror. “We are going to order pizza for dinner, watch Ophelia’s favorite movies, play with toys. You have absolutely nothing to worry about. You deserve this night out with your husband. So, go have fun. I’ll send you several pictures of all the fun we’re going to have tonight.”
(S/n) hugged (Y/n) and Reneé  gratefully as she made her way over to Ophelia. She crouched down before hugging her daughter, despite her being uninterested due to all the new toys. “Be good for your aunties,” she kissed her cheek gently before heading towards the door. “Bye, everyone, I love you all. If you need anything, do not be afraid to call.” (S/n) spoke before finally exiting. (Y/n) locked the door behind her, not because of (S/n), but because of safety. She looked over at Ophelia who was engrossed in the Superman action figure, who she paired up with a President Barbie from the Barbie movie.
“Ophie,” she called, sitting beside her niece. It took a moment before the girl looked over at (Y/n) with a big, curious grin that exposed her dimples. “Auntie Reneé  and I have a surprise for you. Do you remember that princess dress that you wanted? We got it for you in the guest room. Would you like to check it out, sweetheart?”
Ophelia nodded excitedly as she followed her aunts to the bedroom. Reneé  put Ophelia’s purple unicorn suitcase in the room before picking up the green, sparkling dress. “It’s so pretty! Like Fiona,” she absolutely loved Shrek after (Y/n) and Reneé  decided to make sure that she was cultured and understood what true cinema was. Ever since then, she has wanted a sparkling version of Princess Fiona’s dress and a pet donkey. Hence why she had a Donkey stuffed animal on the bed alongside the dress. “Don-kay!” she squealed excitedly, pulling the stuffed toy into her arms.
“We have another surprise for you,” Reneé  said as (Y/n) helped Ophelia into the dress. “We have made snacks from Shrek, and we are going to watch all the Shrek movies.” Ophelia wanted to watch all of the movies the last time they were together, but they didn’t have the time. This time, they were going to have a sleepover and they got various snacks, healthier than not as requested by (S/n), to keep her on theme.
Ophelia was ecstatic. For someone who could bounce off the walls, she was an amazing movie watcher. She loved sitting in between (Y/n) and Reneé  during all of the movies they watched together. (Y/n) ordered the pizza as Reneé  set out the snacks. There were green apples with ogre ears poked into them (thank you Etsy), gingerbread men talentedly put together by one of (Y/n)’s friends, pretzel sticks cleverly renamed Swamp Logs (thank you Pinterest), and water with green food coloring that they deemed to be swamp water. Ophelia was absolutely living the life.
As the three sat together, lounging on the couch, (Y/n) couldn’t help but look over to Reneé  with a smile. They had waited patiently for the movies to end to share the news with Ophelia. She would be the first in the family to know what they were going to tell Ophelia. She was going to help them tell everyone else. As Shrek the Third ended, (Y/n) knew it was finally time. She was a bit nervous to tell Ophelia, but she knew that this idea was amazing.
“Hey, Ophie,” (Y/n) got her nieces attention. (Y/n) took a moment to think about how she wanted to tell her, Reneé  putting a hand on her shoulder softly. “You know how in this movie, Shrek and Fiona were having babies?” She questioned softly, wanting to explain slowly since she knew this was a big announcement. Ophelia nodded with a grin. “Well, I am also going to have a baby.”
Ophelia processed this slowly, in her own time. After all, she was only six. “So, then I’ll be an aunt, too?” she asked, looking at Reneé  who was behind her. She wasn’t understanding completely, but that was perfectly fine. (Y/n) and Reneé  wanted to take the time to explain this to her. They knew she was probably going to have several questions.
Reneé  grinned a bit at the question, gently putting a hand on Ophelia’s shoulder. “Even better,” she smirked playfully, “You’re going to be a big cousin. Which means, when (Y/n) has her baby, you’re going to have another friend to play with dolls and action figures. You can even show them Shrek. But, first, we need to ask for your help. Only you can help us.” She explained to the curly haired girl.
As the two explained to Ophelia more about the baby and told her about the plan, they gave her a shirt. It said ‘World’s Best Big Cousin” in pink font. When (S/n) went to pick up Ophelia the next day, that was the shirt she would be wearing as she ran to her mom and dad and gave them a big hug. She was taking the idea of being a big cousin as seriously as a six-year-old could. She loved the idea of having a little cousin to play with, her own baby. Though, they did have to explain that her baby cousin would be at their house and not hers.
“Oh, you got her a new shirt,” (S/n) said before gasping loudly. She looked at her younger sister in shock before passing Ophelia to her husband carefully. She then threw her arms around (Y/n) and Reneé  happily. “I am so happy for you, too! Please let me be there when you tell Mom and Dad.”
(Y/n) hugged her sister back as she gave Ophelia two thumbs up. “Even better, we have Captain Princess Ophelia, her new big cousin title, to help us.” She told (S/n). They wanted to make sure Ophelia had a big role so that she knew her aunts still loved her. This was something that (S/n) noticed, appreciated, and loved as she held onto her sister.
“You two are going to be the best parents,” (S/n) expressed happily, wiping away the tears from her face then (Y/n)’s. “I can’t believe I didn’t even notice. We just went out the other night and you refused your favorite night drink: a margarita.” The group shared a laugh as they got to working on how they would tell (Y/n) and (S/n)’s parents.
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sophiamarieispinkbunny-chan · 11 months ago
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The Chair Theory Part 2
Yuri, Fiona and Damian’s Chair
This is a continuation of this post, but if you want the summary of the post, I’ve shared my thoughts about how the seating capacity or size of the designer chairs in the volume cover of each manga represents the relationship with others of the person sitting there. I’ve also shared my thoughts on how the comedic inside covers is connected to the person sitting in the cover and the person who sits in the chair in those funny inside chapters are the person who understands the person in the cover the most.
So now let’s move to Volume 5-7 and maybe I’ll analyze Yuri alongside Fiona since I’ve already tackled some of Fiona in the recent post when I compared it to Yor, but her cover and inside cover has some similarities with Yuri that I found interesting.
Volume 5 & 6, Yuri’s Barcelona Chair and Fiona’s Heart Cone Chair
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Because of the position of the chair in the cover, it’s actually hard to see how big exactly the chair Yuri is sitting on, but based on most Barcelona Chair pictures that I see, it is spacious but it seem to only fit one. It could fit two but I think it’ll be uncomfortable, and Yuri seems to be taking a lot of space, indicating he doesn’t want anyone to sit there with him. I think this indicates how, even though he is now in the position that allows him to have relationships with others, he limits himself from doing this, only revolving his world around his sister. It is true Yuri is open and friendly (just not to Loid because he’s her sister’s husband) but he isn’t interested in having an intimate or deep relationship with anyone other than Yor.
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I’ve already discussed how the seating capacity of Fiona’s chair indicates her selfish desire to be loved by Twilight. However, even though she loves Twilight, she will never be in a position to accept him for she didn’t love him for who he really was. He was not the perfect spy she deemed him to be. He has flaws, fears and doubts and Yor was the one who sees that everyday and embraces all his imperfections. (I have more to say about her but I've decided to put them in a separate post for I think it's going to be a long one)
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So this is the part where we can notice similarities between Yuri and Fiona. Compared to the first four volumes, their inside cover wasn’t something that happens in reality. Both of their inside covers are the fantasies in their minds (notice that's its inside a thought's bubble), their deepest desires; Yuri wants to torture Loid for him and his sister to divorce their marriage (we can see him holding that divorce paper in his hand and also Loid was sitting in a different chair in the cover) while Fiona wants to marry Twilight (We can see her in a wedding dress holding a marriage certificate which opposes the one on Yuri’s and yeah she’s still the one sitting on her chair). And in Fiona’s cover, we also see her desire to get rid of Yor, the same as how Yuri wants to get rid of Loid.
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But those things aren’t real, they are trapped in those fantasies and both of them seem to have no grasp of reality or are refusing to admit it. Their inside covers could also display how Yuri is Twilight's antagonist while Fiona is Yor's.
Volume 7- Damian’s Willow Chair
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The Seating Capacity
Damian’s chair is too big for a little kid like him as Endo pointed out. He’s also sitting in the middle like Anya, reserving the spots on both sides for their parents. Damian craves for that familial love that was devoid of him. He always felt like he needed to prove himself and work hard in school just to be praised and get attention from his parents. That is why even though he wants to be as laid-back as Anya, and play and be like a normal kid, he can’t because he doesn’t want to disappoint. That is why all of the toys are hidden behind the chair. It was the desire to be a kid that he’s keeping within his heart. 
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Oh look, a number 7 pool ball was in front. It could be because this was volume 7 but we all know Anya’s experimental number is 007 too right? Could it just be a coincidence? Maybe… or maybe not.
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But in the comedic inside cover, Anya is the one sitting on his chair. Yes, Becky is also there and so is Emile and Ewen but it was Anya who was sitting there, copying his pose. Connecting to my first post, this means that the one who understands him the most is Anya. Besides from being the one who knows what’s on his mind, they were both seeking familial love and acceptance. They are both motivated by receiving praise and acknowledgement by their Fathers particularly. But Damian seems to be serious like what he looks on his cover while Anya could still be a kid and be funny inside of the Forger family.
I love how in the fan book, in Anya’s character profile, it wasn’t Loid and Yor that was in her relationship tab at the bottom, it was Loid and Damian. (Please excuse my annotations 😅)
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And for the covers of both these guys, she was the one sitting in their chairs, making the serious covers comedic.
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I interpret this how she is the one who makes both of Loid and Damian’s life lighter and happier and how both Loid and Damian are concealing or denying the love they feel for Anya, in terms of Loid, his love for her as a father that is way beyond the mission and for Damian, his crush on Anya that he can’t admit out of pride and embarrassment.
Okay so that concludes the second part of the chair theory. I don’t actually have a lot to say about Volume 8-13, and I don’t know what Franky’s, Becky’s and Emile and Ewen’s inside covers are. I saw the raw but I can’t understand what they’re saying. So maybe I’ll conclude the chair theory through this post for now.
I'll deal with Fiona on my next post because I just realized something but let me gather the evidences first.
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i-rate-horse-games · 3 months ago
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rating bella sara for ds and pc (2008)
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the DS and PC versions are similar enough that it would be odd to rate them separately, but different enough that it matters which one you play.
Bella Sara is a game in which you ride horses through three different scenic locations to collect bella sara cards and horseshoes. collecting certain cards can unlock other horses from the franchise to ride, and horseshoes can be spent in the shop. after riding for a while, your horse will be tired, and you have to spend some time taking care of them before you can go out again. there's a noticeboard with activities for you to do, which usually involve riding around the 3 locations (meadow, beach, and forest) collecting things as fast as possible.
both games have an impressively diverse character selector for 2008!
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on the pc version, you can even adjust the skin tone lighter or darker for each character, with this being as dark as you can go.
in the DS version, it asks you for your birthday, and on that day you get one item from the shop for free! (no, it's not my birthday, i lied) the shop also sells bella sara cards, as well as clothes and tack and a sponge for washing your horse. it had one of those roman soldier hats with the feather plume in 3 colors, so that's the one i wore out. seemed like there's tons of options@
in the PC version, the shop just sells English, Western, Fairy, and Princess matching rider and tack sets, plus treats.
the DS version also has a whole show jumping arena, where you can win at least one trophy. this straight up does not exist on the PC version, because there you win your trophies by running jumping courses that are in the three areas instead.
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in the DS version, your horse goes back to its stall in the stable when it's tired, and you can do chores like mucking out the stall and picking rocks out of the hooves. you're also payed a few horseshoes for doing your chores. in the PC version, your horse goes out to the paddock, and you don't get any money for taking care of your horse because that's just what a Responsible Rider does. there's no hoof pick.
here's where the biggest difference is.
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in the DS version, you get a minimap, and the area is a network of rigid trails with the Fog of War surrounding you. the music for this place i personally found kinda creepy, but people on youtube said it was super nostalgic to them. there's a few jumps in there. it shows you where the cards are and you get to sprint after them before they vanish. it's a test of finding the quickest route to different areas. the lower half gets unlocked as you progress through the game.
in the PC version, you don't get a minimap, and you can go off road to your heart's content. however, the only direction to where you're trying to go is a floating 3D arrow that points directly towards something, ignoring the locations of bridges and impassible rivers and ledges that are deemed too steep to ride down. there are also tons of invisible walls unexpectedly far away from trees, and if you run into something, your horse needs to take a few seconds to reverse. this means that if you're doing a timed mission, the first try will just be figuring out the route. the worlds are also covered with magical gates that can each only be unlocked by a specific horse, but once they're unlocked, they're unlocked. so sometimes you ride in on ya girl Fiona the Fire Horse but then you find out your quest is behind a gate for Thunder the Lightning Horse. there's still cards and horseshoes everywhere to grab. you can even get from area to area through gates, without having to back out to the main menu, which is when your horse says it's tired and goes to rest. the PC music is more normal bella sara instrumental magical music with occasional vocals.
the DS version also gives you codes to use on their website lol rest in peace
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the most exciting part of both games is collecting cards! whenever you come back from an adventure, you get to see what cards you found on screen, and there's so many to collect! you can go through your collection, and on DS you can trade your extras to someone else with the game. you already own the game so they don't make it hard to get the cards, it's just fun! the foil cards are animated! it looks better in the game but i made a gif :)
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there's enough things to do that it doesn't feel like you can run out, and combined with card collecting and the horsecare chores and unlockable areas and horses, there's definitely enough Game here for someone to spend a lot of time playing it and having a great time.
i'm rating these games 3.5 stars out of 5!
★★★✬☆
now i know you guys are probably dying to know how to play these in 2024 and it's actually pretty easy! for the DS game, download a DS game emulator. the one i found is DeSmuME and it worked perfect & was really easy to use. then you go to a reputable game archive for the game's rom and open that file up with the emulator. EZ peasy takes less than 5 minutes. for the PC game, look here & read the comments to figure out how to get it to work. i got it to work by clicking the setup.exe thing in the game, then following the comment's directions on copying and pasting the game.exe thing into your pc's newly created codemasters folder & running it from there instead of ur virtually mounted cd-rom disk. sounds scary but it worked for me so i vouch for it. happy gaming!
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rainydayz-nstuff · 1 year ago
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hello, lovey! I was wondering if I could request a set of headcannons or a scenario where reader has apparently made it her sole goal to bully and fluster scarab? I was thinking something like where reader is a part of Fiona’s world, and to buy everyone some time when scarab is destroying their world, reader is like “hold up, I got this.” And basically rizzes scarab up past the point of no return. I was thinking also that maybe after scarab gets put in prismos dimension, he summons reader whenever scarab gets “fussy” or has a meltdown to put it lightly.
OH MY GODS I LOVE THAT-
Being serious, I can’t get that “Get outta here bubble-butt” scene out of my head so I feel like that would be a Scarab and reader interaction.
Also, didn’t Gary say “oh no he’s hot.” When he saw Scarab?… clearly spoke for us-
Fem. Reader and Scarab
When Fiona just randomly showed up after being missing for what seemed to be days, maybe even weeks (or months!), you were shocked.
Especially after learning you have alternate versions of you who are male AND apparently cool.
When Scarab appeared your face turned a little rosy, and Gary’s comment made you snort since, let’s face it, you agreed with him.
When this dick went around trying to hurt and retort the city, you had to do something.
It was like destiny, in an odd way.
So… you flirted with him.
More like, you call him cute, then tell him he sucks at aiming.
He gets mad quickly.
Like you’re standing in front of a car, he aims at you, you dodge, car explodes, and you saunter forward with a, “Missed me, huh? C’mon, I know you can do better.” With a POUTY LIP.
Gets so mad his form starts to change and all you can think of is “Damn, what else can he do?”
You also make fun of him being red, but also say you find it hot.
Gets so flustered he has to stop just to yell at you for flirting and messing him up.
When everything is resolved and Fiona made your world legitimate, Scarab was ready to leave.
You passed by him, slipped him a small note, and mouthed “Call me” while putting your hand up like you were answering a phone.
He stuttered and crumbled the paper before shoving it in a pocket.
Wasn’t even a day after that and you were taken to Prismo’s cube.
Scarab was in the corner, sitting down while pouting.
Prismo basically had to explain that Scarab was being a baby and you seemed to be the only one who he deemed ‘worthy’ of helping him.
So… you go over, call him pet names, and tease him.
He instantly regrets making you his primary person, but he couldn’t stand not being around you.
You’re like his drug, and he couldn’t get enough. Even though you bully him… a lot.
If you kiss this man he will be putty in your arms. Prepare for him to just relax like he’s never done it before.
Starts to enjoy your teasing because he knows it’s a joke and you are the only who can tease him.
You both help Prismo with creating fictional worlds, latest one being where the villain and hero become lovers in a renaissance period.
He loves knights and dragons and all that stuff, so you call him a nerd continuously. But hey, you’re one too so that evens it out.
At the end of the day… Scarab tolerates your teasing, but also has a huge soft spot since you rizzed him up easily.
Hope this was alright!!
Thank you for requesting!
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dizzyjelly · 1 year ago
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A Nice Dinner
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Summary: your niece Fiona is in town and asks to go to dinner with you, Abby, and your daughter Hailey, you agree of course. You wait for Abby, your wife, to return home from work before you head out. Dinner doesn't go super well but after some reassurance from Abby you feel better.
Cw: meltdown, stress, crying, teensiest fight between reader and Abby
A/n: ok so this won the poll i posted yesterday so here yall go!! Don't even worry bc I will still be posting Our Little Secret pt. 2, I just need to finish writing it lmao. Also PLEASE lmk if you guys like this type of wife/mama Abby bc I'd definitely write more of it if u do! And feel free to leave requests as well:)))
Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. You were sat at the kitchen table with your daughter Hailey, she was in her highchair smiling from ear to ear as you fed her. Sure she could eat her own food seeing as she was three years old, but she was just so cute when she let you do it. It was her last bite as your phone began to rang.
You gave her a loving pat on the head before going to place the bowl and spoon into the sink then pick up the phone.
"Hi." You greeted.
"Hey! So you know how we're staying at thst place this week? Well it's only like a half hour drive from where you guys are." Your niece Fiona answered.
"Oh really? That's awesome! We're yall thinking of coming down here?" You asked, Fiona and her parents were on vacation this week.
"Well actually my parents were going on a date for their anniversary and I was wondering if I could come and maybe we could all go to dinner? I'd love to see Hailey!" She exclaimed.
Fiona had always adored Hailey, she even babysat a few times when needed. Well that was back when you lived nearby. Either way, of course you wanted to go out to dinner with her.
"That'd be just great Fiona. I'm sure Hailey would love to see you too, so will Abby and I." Abby was your wife, who was currently at work.
You and Fiona worked out the rest of the details as you texted Abby about the plans. She was on board and seemed pretty excited as well. You'd offered to pick Fona up but she said she would be fine since she had her own car. Once you got off the phone you took Hailey from her high chair and brought her into the living room. You sat and watched her favorite cartoons while you waited for Abby to get home.
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After pretty much doing nothing but watching cartoons and snuggling Hailey, you deemed it was time to get ready. Abby would be home in just under an hour and Hailey was still in her pajamas, as were you. So you'd taken her upstairs to her room first, so she could pick something to wear.
You were pleasantly surprised when she chose something that actually matched. A pair of jean shorts with her favorite t-shirt which was green with a dinosaur on the front. After a quick diaper change you got her dressed then told her to go in the playroom while you got ready. She ran to play with her dollhouse and you went into you and Abbys shared bedroom.
It's not like you were going anywhere super fancy, so you chose something simple. A pair of biker shorts and an older band tee that used to belong to your older brother. Which you found fitting since Fiona was his daughter. You brushed out your hair then put it up in a ponytail, making sure to take out some wispies on either side of your face.
Now that you were all read you went to see what Hailey was up to in the playroom. Thankfully she hadn't made a huge mess, there were just a few barbies lying around which didn't bother you. You motioned for her to come follow you downstairs where you would wait for Abby to arrive home.
A little while later and she was walking through the front door, still in scrubs and her bag thrown over her shoulder. Hailey ran to greet Abby immediately, wrapping her arms around her leg as she shouted out 'mama' in the most adorable way. Abby chuckled, patting her head then smiling st you as you came to give her a hug.
"How was work?" You asked as you pulled away, Abby kept a hand on your waist.
"Fine, gotta go change. When's Fiona getting here?" Abby asked as she gently removed Hailey from her leg and started walking upstairs.
"Oh probably like a half hour or so." You answered, leaving her to get ready alone.
You'd come to learn that Abby enjoyed some alone time when she got home from work. Even if it was just five minutes, she needed to be by herself for a little. So when Hailey tried to run after her, you picked her up and went to continue cartoons instead.
Abby was coming back downstairs in no time, now dressed in a comfortable pair of grey sweats and a black hoodie. She came to join you and Hailey on the couch, holding an arm around you as she pulled you into her side and Hailey laid across both of your laps. A smile formed on Abbys lips as she brushed her hair back out of her face.
It wasn't long before there was a knock at the door, you left Hailey to lay in Abbys arms as you went to answer it. As you opened the door you noticed your niece had gotten taller, and with a smile you pulled her in for a quick hug before closing the door. Immediately she made her way to sit beside Abby on the couch and scoop Hailey up into her arms.
"Hi Fiona." Abby greeted with a chuckle at her affection for Hailey.
"Hey!" Fiona replied.
You smiled as Abby made her way over to where you stood in the living room, pressing her chest against your back as she wrapped her arms around your waist. Fiona was so involved in Hailey she hadn't even noticed as you wo shared a quick kiss. You let your hands come to rest on Abbys before speaking.
"Well we can probably all fit in Abbys truck, we're ready whenever you are Fi." You shrugged, only now did Fiona look your way.
"Oh yeah, let's go." She smiled, carrying Hailey out to the car as she played with her hair.
Since you trusted her enough, you and Abby let Fiona get Hailey buckled up before you drove to dinner. Abby let you drive, which was rare and usually meant she had to just be exhausted. You understood though, work usually had her pretty beat by the end of the day.
The car was silent for the first minute or so, but it soon filled with the light hum of the radio. Then also the conversing between you, Abby, and Fiona. The occasional babble from Hailey would make its way in there as well. You guys didn't chat about much, just caught up really.
You arrived at the restaurant and exited the car. Abby got Hailey from her carseat, letting her walk on her tiny sandal-clad feet up to the door. Then once she entered she brought her up into her arms, knowing she'd try and run off and probably get herself into some trouble.
"Hi, three and a high chair please." Abby greeted the hostess.
You admired the way she would always lead when you went out, take control. It was nice to know you had someone to take care of you like that. The hostess grabbed three regular menus and one kids then took you back to your table. It was in a more secluded corner of the restaurant, which wad nice.
You and Abby sat beside each other one one side and Fiona sat across from you two. Your waitress came over in no time to ask what you wanted to drink. You ordered your usual favorite soda, and Abby looked at you for approval before getting a strawberry daiquiri. She didn't drink often, but every once in a while didn't hurt anyone. You nodded and waited as Fiona got a pink lemonade.
After a few minutes she brought your drinks out and said she'd be back in a few to take your orders. You'd already opened your menu, and were still looking. Fiona seemed to be set on what she'd be getting since she was more focused on helping Hailey draw on her kids menu.
"Anything look good?" You asked Abby, bumping your shoulder into her own lightly.
"Uh I kinda wanted to try this but I definitely couldn't finish it by myself." She pointed out the item on the menu she was speaking about, taking a sip of her drink.
"That's definitely looks good, we could just share it if you want." You offered and she nodded.
"Hailey? What do you want honey?" You asked before reading off her options.
She'd choose the third item you listed and you'd nod, giving her the menu back so she could continue to draw with Fionas help. You brought an arm around Abbys shoulders, leaning into her lightly.
"So, Fiona, you know I have to ask. Do you have a boyfriend?" You asked your niece and she blushed a deep red.
"Uh, actually no." She answered with a giggle.
"Oh? Really." Your voice picked up an octave, her physical response differing drastically from her verbal response.
"Well actually I have a girlfriend.." She smiled as her voice got lower.
"What! No way!" Abby exclaimed, unfortunately a bit too loud.
Hailey had a reaction to this of course, she hated when people were loud. Immediately she burst into tears and started to thrust around in her high chair. You sighed, removing your arm from around Abby and now pulling Hailey from her chair to sit on your lap. You bounced her lightly on your keg as you shushed her, rubbing at her arms soothingly.
"Ah- sorry. I'm sorry." Abby apologized, she just felt terrible.
"Hey, it's fine. She'll calm down in a minute." You reassured, but there was a harshness in your tone anyways because you were just frustrated.
Instead of wasting more time with another sorry, Abby instead asked Fiona all about her girlfriend. She was very excited to tell Abby all about her, and you listened too of course. She sounded very sweet and Fiona was certainly happy.
Haileys cries had stopped by now and she sat peacefully in your lap, sucking at her thumb. Your waitress came back now to take your orders, you looked to Abby and let her order for you two while you'd order for Hailey. Fiona collected your three menus and handed them off with a smile and a thank you.
You picked up your soda to take a sip when a waiter was just making his way past your table. Due to the close proximity of his table to yours, he bumped into your elbow and caused you to spill all over your shirt. And Hailey broke out in tears once again. You sighed and let out a groan of frustration, slamming your glass back down on the table.
Hailey began to thrash around in your arms, which had you looking to Abby with tears brimming your eyes. A look that merely said you were tired and needed some help.
"Here, I've got her. Go ahead and wash up in the bathroom." She took Hailey in her arms, shushing her then making silly faces so she'd giggle instead of cry.
You paid them no attention as you were already on your way to the bathroom. Once you got in there you couldn't help it as your tears spilled over. You tried to wipe them away, but there was a consistent stream. Thankfully it was one of those bathrooms where it was just made for one person, and you wasted no time in locking the door.
A small huff fell past your lips as you brought a wet paper towel to try and rid your shirt of the soda which was probably making it sticky. It was stained of course because that was just your luck. If things couldn't get any worse there was a knock at the door.
"What!" Your voice was angry.
"Hey, it's me. Come on open up." Abby spoke softly.
You sighed as you unlocked the door and let her in. Your tears continued to fall as you stood there embarrassed, the wet paper towel smooshed in your hand at your side. Abby tilted her head with a frown, bringing her hands to your shoulders.
"Baby. It's ok." She tried to reassure.
"But it's really not!" You shouted, you didn't want to yell at her but you were just so overwhelmed, "i-I just wanted to have a nice dinner! And now my shirts ruined, Hailey's already had two meltdowns tonight!" You struggled to speak through your sobs but you managed.
"Y/n, Hailey is fine. Besides can you even call those meltdowns? She just cried a bit that's all, and here you can wear my hoodie." Abby removed her hoodie to reveal a beige t shirt underneath.
You let out a small sigh, tossing the paper towel in the trash then removing your shirt before putting the hoodie on. It was too big, but extremely comfortable. And it smelled just like Abby which relaxed you a bit. Your face was still tear stained and red, even if you stopped crying.
Abby looked down at you, opening her arms and waiting as you leaned into her. You buried your face into her chest, wrapping your arms around her lower back as you let out a sigh of relief against her. She uses one hand to rub up and down your back, the other massaging your scalp. Your eyes fell shut for a moment as you felt calm for once that evening.
Abby let you stand there in her embrace for a few moments before separating from you just enough to meet your gaze. You smiled up at her, the way she brought her hands to either side of your face grounding you. She rubbed her thumbs across your cheek, placing a sweet kiss to your forehead before asking if you were ready to go back to the table. You just gave a simple nod and followed her as you walked back to the table hand in hand.
A feeling of adoration filled you as you saw Fiona playing peekaboo with Hailey back at the table. And Hailey, much to your surprise, was sat in her high chair like an angel. She was giggling at Fionas actions, which had a bubbly feeling forming in your stomach.
The rest of the evening went well, and you all enjoyed a wonderful meal together. Later you'd get back home and say your goodbyes to Fiona. Then you'd work on getting Hailey and yourself ready for bed.
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deadbythemorning · 1 year ago
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Project EVE (Harry Potter x reader) part 1
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Synopsis: When accidentally sent back in time fifty years, Y/n turns to the most famous wizards for help
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Y/n must attend her final years of school fighting for her life at Hogwarts while trying not to fall in love with one of the most famous wizards in the world
Y/n sat up with a throbbing head and looked around her surroundings where am I?
She knew everything was still temperamental but everything had been successful so far, so why did it mess up with her?
Once she finally stood, she dusted off her hands and tried to find any sort of guide. Everything seems to be outdated here
Great
Y/n watched as the witches and wizards passed her on the busy street
Clearly no one in London knows what current fashion is
As if she were waiting for a browser to load, she scrunched her eyebrows in confusion
Somethings not right…
She quickly whipped around but bumped into a rather large figure
“Sorry bout that” she took a few steps back to get a good look at the figure and gawked
“Y-you’re Hagrid!”
“ ‘m sorry, I don’t recall ever meetin you”
Y/n then quickly shook her head “No, this has to be a polyjuice potion”
Now the giant was confused “You must’ve hit yer head pretty hard”
Her heart began to thump out of her chest “But you were in the Great War…”
“What Great War?”
Y/n looked at him as if he were stupid “The Great War against Voldemort”
Hagrid quickly hushed her while looking around “You shouldn’t say his name so carelessly, one of his followers might hear”
Followers? “I’m sorry” she takes another few steps back “What year is it?”
Hagrid slightly tilts his head to the side “Well it’s 1996”
“I don’t know Albus, she sounds genuine” Hagrid whispered
“She sounds confused” Snape objected in his usual monotonous voice
“She speaks of a war” Hagrid countered which silenced them all “As if it’s no big deal” they all looked at each other nervously
“Well if she is from the future, we must send her back immediately” Mcgonagall sternly tells them “In any event that what she’s saying is true, she could change the course of history”
“So get a time turner and get on with it!” Flitwick urged
“It’s never that simple” Dumbledore finally spoke up which silenced their bickering “Whether we like it or not, she’s here for a reason. We should at least speak with her before we deem her a threat to our future or our students”
They all looked to one another before filing out of his office to meet the girl. Y/n on the other hand was too busy admiring the trinkets to notice they were all staring at her, it wasn’t until Hagrid cleared his throat that she finally snapped out of it and spun around.
“Oh..wow” she gently placed the lamp down and gawked at the group of teachers in front of her “You’re…you’re Severus Snape” she quickly bowed her head “Sir it’s an absolute honor to meet you, you were like, my biggest inspiration when I was a kid” she then looked over at the rest of them “Holy…I never thought I’d be in a room filled with the most famous witches and wizards in history”
“How did you get here miss…”
“L/n. Y/n L/n” she then paused to think “The last thing I remember is trying project EVE myself…and then waking up on some random street in London”
“Project EVE?” Flitwick asked while Y/n nodded
“It’s this thing my friend and I started to help people find their soulmate” Snape was quick to roll his eyes
“And what does EVE stand for?” Mcgonagall questioned
“Eve was the name of the woman who originally started the program” she told them “After she passed, my friend Fiona and I decided we were gonna finish what she started”
“And how does it work?” Dumbledore asked while Y/n twiddled her thumbs
“It’s actually quite complicated” she started “You’re supposed to cast a charm and then drink a potion” Y/n waved her hand in dismissal “It’s supposed to bring you to the location of your soul mate but clearly it faulted when I did it myself” she gives a bashful smile while looking down “You see, I specialize in potions. Spell casting has never been easy for me. Fiona wanted me to try it out since it was successful for her and a bunch of others, but I fear my spell casting ability is the reason I’ve been sent almost fifty years into the past”
“Simple fix then!” Flitwick smiled “We just preform everything correctly and she should be sent to her time!”
Although they all agreed, Dumbledore knew it could never be that simple and Mcgonagall knew just from taking one look at his face.
“Wow, this really has been an experience” she tells them while Snape hands her the potion “I mean to spend HOURS with the worlds most famous wizards, to drink a potion made from thee Severus Snape” she then scoffs “You know what? I’m not even mad that this happened”
“The faster you drink it, the faster you go home” Snape tells her while trying to get her to take the bottle from his hand
“Right” she opened the vial and put it to her lips but paused “What if it doesn’t work?”
“What?”
“What if it doesn’t work” she reiterated “I mean, you’re all brilliant but… if it doesn’t work, how will you know?”
They all looked between one another before Dumbledore spoke up “Do you know how to use the floo network?” Which earned another scoff
“Do I know how to use the floo network? That shit is ancient of course I-” she then quickly covered her mouth “I’m sorry”
Dumbledore lights the fireplace and everyone gets into positions “I can’t tell if she’s mad or an absolute genius” Hagrid muttered to himself while Flitwick nudged him
“Well, bottoms up” she chugged the disgusting liquid while Mcgonagall hit her with the charm, causing her to disappear.
“Well how do we know if it worked?” Flitwick asked and they all turned to Dumbledore
“Now we just wait”
They decided that an hour would be long enough for them to declare she was back home but it had only been ten minutes and the girl rolled out from the fire place “Well…” Y/n slowly stands up with a loud groan “I’m still here but now I’m covered in soot, so now what”
Disbelief was written all over their faces. They had enough problems at Hogwarts, they didn’t need to add to the pile.
“I suppose now we get you sorted” they all turned to Dumbledore and began arguing over his decision
“She can’t stay here at Hogwarts! She might disturb the course of history-”
“Sorted? We would have to make her a schedule and robes and-”
“Hogwarts doesn’t need to deal with more problems, we should simply hand her over to the ministry and let them-”
“This is a life changing event, I-I don’t think I should be attending class and studying. It’s bad for my mental-”
“SILENCE” everyone immediately stopped and turned to the older man “I will handle her finances along with her schedule but at the moment we’ve done all we can” they all turn to Y/n “We can’t let her wander around the halls without taking any classes, they might get suspicious. And as for sending her to the ministry, they might make her tell them what’s supposed to happen and they might alter history themselves”
Y/n then awkwardly raised her hand “History of magic was never my strongest subject, so I couldn’t tell them about the next fifty years even if I wanted to”
Snape scoffs “Was there a subject that you did specialize in?” He drawls and she gives him a cheeky smile
“Potions”
“I shall send everyone an owl explaining why miss L/n is here so everyone has the same story” Dumbledore tells them as he walks over to Y/n with the sorting hat “In the mean time”
“Twenty five points from Hufflepuff” seriously, what’s with this point system? “And where might your tie be miss L/n?” Professor Umbridge asked
“Beats me professor” she replied nonchalantly while the older woman gave her a forced smile
“As a woman, you ought to dress more ladylike, you should care about your appearance” a tie quickly fastens its way around her neck “Another twenty points for unkempt appearance” Y/n rolled her eyes and waited for the book to gently land on her desk. None of it mattered though. OWLS, the tests, the studying. All she had to do was figure out what she did wrong and she’d be back home before no time “Miss L/n?” Y/n’s eyes quickly snapped up towards the front
“Yes?”
“Care to repeat what i just said? Verbatim?”
Y/n blew the hair out of her face while shaking her head “So sorry professor” she apologized while rubbing the stars into her left eye “I wasn’t listening to a word you said” the entire class laughed while Umbridge turned the same shade pink as her skirt
“Detention!”
Umbridge’s shrilly voice echoed through Y/n’s head as she wandered through the busy halls of Hogwarts. I guarantee she isn’t the reason Hogwarts is considered the best wizarding school in the world
Clumsily enough, Y/n didn’t realize there was a slight step in one of the corridors and fell right into someone “Watch it you oaf”
Y/n not so gracefully caught herself from falling and looked up at the boy “I’d say the same thing to you” she then tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear “There’s plenty of space in this hallway, consider yourself honored that I bumped into you of all people”
That certainly caught a few looks from passerby’s “Oi, do you know who you’re talking to?” One of his bigger friends asked
Of course she knew that was Draco Malfoy, but if she were to keep up this act, she had to be believable “No, should I?”
The blonde scoffed “But let me guess, you know who Potter is?” The golden trio stopped and glared at the blonde
Y/n let out a loud sigh and shook her head “I honestly don’t know nor care for whoever Potter is” she swore she could hear a pen drop “I don’t care for popularity status’s, or wealth status, or blood status, I’m just here…until I’m not” she loosened the tie that strangled her “I’m glad you all enjoyed the show, but if you’ll all excuse me, I have to find my way to potions” it wasn’t until she took her dramatic bow that she noticed the golden trio
“Draco aren’t you going to do something?” Pansy questioned but the blonde stayed quiet. He was too stunned to speak, it wasn’t every day someone talked back to him
Great, now everyone thinks I’m crazy
Y/n let out a loud groan once she reached an empty staircase
I can’t leave soon enough
Just then, the staircase began moving, which made the girl quickly grip the railing
I can’t tell if this is brilliant or absolutely terrifying
She then took a sneak peak over the railing, immediately regretting it
Terrifying
“Professor I’m so sorry I’m late” Y/n huffed as she barged into the potions classroom. Everyone stared at the girl whose robe hung off her one shoulder and her tie barely hung around her neck “The staircase kept moving on me” she chuckled while yanking the potions book out of her tote bag “I can’t lie, that’s pretty fucking cool”
“Ten points from Hufflepuff for your tardiness and fifteen for your foul use of language”
Y/n then scanned the area for an empty seat “Apologies” she told him while sliding over to her spot “This school is just so much bigger than what I thought and I need a map! And-”
“Another five points for interrupting my class” Snape interrupted her rambling
“I’m sorry professor I-”
“Another five points for back talking”
“I-” Snape held up his hand and Y/n slumped in her seat in defeat
“Don’t worry” her seat mate whispered “Snape’s always like that”
She then blew the hair from out of her face “Don’t meet your hero’s they say” she mumbled while flipping her book open
“Hero?” She slowly sat up in her spot “You really must not be from here”
She then turned to the boy next to her “Y/n L/n”
Her heart quickly sunk “Harry Potter” just my luck huh “Where are you from?”
“America” the boy looked up at the board before turning his attention back to her “You’re a long way from there”
Y/n let out a scoff “Yeah, you have no idea” she then covered her face with her hands “I’m sorry…about earlier”
“Sorry for what?” He asked “You’ve got guts for standing up to Malfoy”
“Yeah, but I sounded like a complete asshole” she moved a few of her fingers to take a peak at the green eyed boy “Sorryyyy”
Harry shook his head with a smile “Don’t be, it’s nice to finally have someone not point and stare at me”
She then moved her hands and tilted her head “You’re really famous around here huh?”
The boy let out a soft sigh “Not for the right reasons”
Being put on a pedestal your entire life must be exhausting, especially when the whole fate of the wizarding world rested on your shoulders “I’m sorry to hear”
Harry shook his head once again “Don’t be sorry, it’s not your burden to carry”
“She’s only been here a day and she’s already costing us all our points!” A Hufflepuff whined
It had only been a day and nearly every fifth year began talking about her. Everyone (except the Hufflepuffs) admired her nonchalant attitude, they were impressed with how smart she was, and most importantly, she had a personality that drew you in.
Y/n was heavily under the impression that she was intimidating because no one dared speak with her at lunch, but they definitely talked about her.
“She’s arrogant” Ron tells Harry and Hermione “I mean causing a scene like that on your first day?”
“She’s probably stressed” Harry defends her “Moving to a new country, having everyone constantly stare at you”
“You should’ve heard the way she talked to Umbridge this morning” Neville added
“Why are you defending her?” Ron questioned “Do you fancy her or something?”
“I don’t see how” Hermione mindlessly added on “She speaks so highly of you” a loud gasp was heard and everyone turned to the Hufflepuff table
Pansy Parkinson had just dumped an entire pitcher of pumpkin juice on Y/n “Maybe now you’ll learn to respect Draco you dirty mutt”
Y/n slowly stood from her spot and calmly wiped the liquid off her face “Maybe I will when he doesn’t send his lap dog to fight his own battles” Pansy went to pounce on her but with the flick of her two fingers, Pansy quickly flew backwards “This day just gets better and better!” She mumbled sarcastically while grabbing her bag
“Why don’t we try again”
“Why don’t you try hiring teachers that don’t resort to torturing students as punishment?” Y/n snapped back
It hadn’t even been a full week and yet, she was done with the Hogwarts experience. The constant stares, three detentions back to back, and harassment from Slytherins. One more minute and she might blow someone to smithereens.
“Maybe if you weren’t such a delinquent, you wouldn’t be punished” Snape drawls and Y/n rolls her eyes
“We’re not getting anywhere!” She pulls her hair in frustration “I’m not even going to London anymore! I’m just ending up somewhere around the school”
“That doesn’t mean we should give up” Mcgonagall tells her “Again” Y/n let’s out a groan in frustration “Like it or not miss L/n, this isn’t your time. You being here compromises our future, your future. And if we stop now, life as you know it might never exist”
With one last pout, Y/n takes the potion out of Snapes hands and chugs it “Ready when you are” she muttered in disgust
Flitwick casts the spell without a moment’s hesitation, sending Y/n into another whirlwind of absolute hell.
Y/n fell into a chair, notes flying everywhere, many weird looks and whispers were shared amongst other students. The library, great
Well that’s another failed trial and a waste of time
She slowly collected her notes that were sprawled out on the table
“Didn’t think you knew how to read” Y/n moved the hair out of her face to reveal a cocky Draco
“Here to dump more liquid over my head?” She asked without looking up from her notes “I thought that was your girlfriends job?”
Draco sneered “She’s not my girlfriend”
“Oh, so she’s another one of your brainless goons” Draco rolled his eyes
“They’re not my goons”
“So they’re your friends” Y/n shook her head “You choosing to be friends with them is…a very bold decision”
Draco crossed his arms“You have a smart mouth, you know that right?”
She shrugs her shoulders “I’ve been told on occasion or two”
He gently picks up her hand “Maybe if you learned to shut it, you wouldn’t have this”
Y/n quickly snatched it back “Or maybe that old toad shouldn’t be torturing students”
Draco looked around before leaning down towards her ear “You know if you were friends with me, this would never happen”
Y/n rolls her eyes “Oh you’re just that popular huh?” She asked sarcastically and he shrugs his shoulders with a smirk
“I’ve got quite the influence around here”
With one last raise of the eyebrows, Y/n stands from her spot “Dully noted”
“Wow Malfoy in a library?” They both turned their heads to see the golden trio
“Is studying an uncommon thing here?” Y/n muttered, making Harry quirk an eyebrow
“I’m sorry if some of us learned how to read weaslebe” Ron quickly frowned
“You don’t have your sidekicks Malfoy” Ron sneered “Are you sure you can fend for yourself?”
“Look” Y/n started “I don’t know what you guys have going on, but leave me out of it” she then left the group to figure out what she would do now.
I would rather get hit with crucio than listen to her for another minute
Umbridge did absolutely everything in her power to make sure they didn’t actually learn spells, which seemed to irritate everyone. She could understand reading a few passages, but writing it three times afterwards to retain the information?
Suddenly a wad of paper hits the back of her head.
With an irritated sigh, she slowly turned around to see who looked guilty. There had only been one person looking at her, and she can’t say she was surprised.
“Open it” Draco mouthed and she slowly complied
Slytherin party tonight I’ll pick you up at eight
Y/n crinkled the paper back up and continued to stare out the window rather than do whatever assignment Umbridge assigned
Another note hit her head
Don’t ignore me
Being surrounded around a bunch of teenagers that didn’t like her honestly sounded like a blast, but getting home before she was stuck taking OWLS sounded like it was in her better interest
“Passing notes are we?” Y/n slowly looked up from her textbook to see Umbridge staring down at her “Fifty points from Hufflepuff for disrupting class”
Y/n quickly sat up with anger “But I didn’t do anything!”
“Another fifteen for raising your voice!” Y/n slowly deflated in her seat “You should know that you need to respect your elders” Y/n wished she could just slap that smug smile off her face. Y/n glared down at the note on her desk stupid parties, stupid Slytherins, stupid school, and stupid teachers. The note burst into flames, causing an uproar from the class “MISS L/N!”
“I didn’t do anything!” She lied
“To cause such disruption-”
“My wands not even out!”
“DETENTION!”
Y/n rubbed her hand as she listened to Snape describe the newest potion they’d be learning. She was completely over it, she couldn’t get home soon enough.
“You’re doing that wrong” Y/n muttered once taking a glance at Harry’s potion
“How?” He questioned “I’m doing everything the book is telling me”
Y/n sat up to peer over into his cauldron “You can always tell if a potion is brewed correctly by its look and smell”
“Correct” Snape confirmed “Five points to Hufflepuff”
Harry looks down with a huff “So what did I do wrong?”
With a flick of her wand, Harry’s potion disappeared “Show me what you’re doing” Y/n lazily watched the boy brewed the potion until he goes to grab a handful of dragon scales “Wait” she grabs his wrist “It’s too early” she slowly lets go of his arm “Mix it until it turns green”
Harry eyes the potion before turning to her “Looks pretty green to me”
Y/n rolls her eyes “That’s a forest green, we’re looking for Granny Smith green” as Harry began to stir the potion, it grew lighter in color, making him smile with excitement “Adding the dragon scales before fully activating troll bogeys will cancel all effects of the potion” once it turned the desired shade of green, Y/n slid over the basket of dragon scales
“You’re really good at this” Y/n lazily shrugged her shoulders
“Potions is about the only thing I’m good at”
Harry let’s out a small yawn “I doubt that’s true” she watched as the boy rubbed his eyes and tilted her head in confusion
“Are you not getting any sleep?” She asked “This is probably the fifth time you’ve yawned in the past ten minutes”
The boy nods while meeting her eyes “I keep having these nightmares” he shakes his head in dismissal “I know, it’s pathetic-”
“Not at all” she tells him while laying her head down on the desk “I used to have frequent nightmares about my father” she admitted “He went mad when me mum left him, she moved to London to continue working on new spells she was creating. My father thought that if he could invent something better, it would win her over and she would come back home….but the more I wrote to her and the happier she sounded, the more it broke him. He was obsessed…and I was just a kid…jealous that he spent all his time on some spell. So I went to his study and burnt all of his work in hopes he’d realize that she wasn’t coming back, that he was the reason she didn’t want to come back. My father was outraged, so completely out of his mind that he tried using the killing curse on me. I mean I was lucky you know, the spell bounced off the mirror and hit him…but sometimes I dream about if it did hit me, or if he hit me with the cruciatis curse” Y/n slowly sat up “Since I clearly wasn’t getting any sleep, I just spent all my time brewing potions” she quickly jumped up “Harry don’t let the potion scorch! Keep stirring it!”
Harry did as he was told and nodded “Right, I’m sorry”
“Don’t be” she shrugged her shoulders “Snape already graded my potion”
“No I mean about your father”
Y/n sucks the back of her teeth “Don’t worry about it, I didn’t mean to spew my traumatic back story at you” she helps him bottle the potion and clean his mess “What I was trying to get at was I’m a master of crafting a dreamless potion and the draught of peace” the bell rung and everyone quickly filed out of the room “If you ever wanna give it a try for one night of peace, just let me know”
Once Y/n tossed her book in her bag, she shuffled out of the classroom along with the others, but it didn’t take Harry long to make up his mind “Y/n wait!” Right before Y/n was able to make it to the stairs out of the dungeon, Harry grabbed onto her hand “Do you think you could craft me a couple of those potions?”
Y/n looked around before taking a step down “These are powerful potions Harry” she warns him “Stripping away emotions for a good nights rest, it can be dangerous, trust me” Harry slowly lets go of her hand “That being said, I’ll make you one of each. One to soothe your anxiety and one to get you a full eight hours of rest”
“Anything is better than nothing” there was a lost look in Harry’s eyes that Y/n couldn’t help but feel bad for him. Sleepless nights, people telling you you’re crazy, isolating you, she’d probably go mad too
“Don’t tell me you’re hanging around Potter” an arm plops down around her shoulders “Trust me, that cry baby will hurt your social status” Harry gritted his teeth in annoyance while Draco and the others laughed
“Look Malfoy! He’s about to run off and cry in his pillow!” They continued to laugh while Harry stomped up the stairs
“Harry….” you go to chase after him but Draco stops you
“Leave him, I’d imagine he wouldn’t want a girl to see him cry” that’s when Y/n finally shoved his arm off of her
“You’re such a prick Draco” she pushed past the others and left the dungeons
Y/n spent the rest of the week crafting said potions for Harry, completely disregarding the more important task at hand. Surprisingly enough, Harry was almost impossible to find these days.
I could just give it to him next week
Y/n huffed as she readjusted her scarf. Someone mentioned seeing Harry at hogsmead but she searched everywhere for the boy for hours, it began to feel like a wild goose chase. Her gloves began to feel useless along with the three pair of socks she wore, the crunchy snow slowly seeped into her boots and the misery hit her like a truck.
He’ll be fine getting it next week
“Y/n?” The girl whipped around to see the boy she frantically searched for
“Harry” she huffed out “Where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you?”
A smile spread across his rosy cheeks “You have?”
She nodded while reaching into her pocket “I wanted to give you these” she hands him the small vials “I didn’t want to make it look suspicious to lingering eyes”
Harry’s heart swelled with adornment “Thank you Y/n” he looks back up at her “I really appreciate it”
Y/n shrugs her shoulders “It’s no biggie” she sniffled a bit “I would want the same, yknow?”
Harry couldn’t keep his eyes off the girl. The way the snow clung to her hair, the way the snowy background made her big soft eyes look even warmer, the way the color pink slightly dusted across her face “Do you fancy Malfoy?” He blurted out
Y/n scrunched up her nose “No, why would you say that?”
Harry felt rather embarrassed by the sudden outburst “You just…you’re always around him and you avoid me like the plague” The girl stood there stunned, not knowing what to say. She’d been trying to figure out a way home, studying for pointless tests (especially the OWLS), not to mention the constant detentions Umbridge kept giving her, she didn’t realize she was isolating herself from her friends “I’m sorry, it’s just with Umbridge and Voldemort returning and Dumbledore ignoring me, I’ve been stressed”
“That Umbridge is definitely something else huh?” Harry looked down with a smile “If I’m being honest, my hands are just as full as yours, sorry if it seemed like I was avoiding you” and with that, she shrugged her shoulders and left the boy standing there
“Y/n wait!” Harry called out while chasing after her
Y/n stopped in her tracks and turned around to face the boy “Oh, I uh needed to grab a few books from the library, but you’re welcome to join if you’d like”
Harry shakes his head “I think what we both need is a distraction” she quirked a brow and the green eyed boy grabbed her hand and dragged her away from the school.
“Harry” Y/n nervously watched as he grabbed his broom “Is now a bad time to mention I have a deathly fear of heights?”
Harry held his cheeky grin as he mounted the broom “I promise, you’ll love it” the very second Y/n climbed onto the broom, Harry took off which made the girl loudly scream in fear
“HARRY POTTER YOU PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW!” The boy laughed and lifted them higher into the air “You’re MAD”
“Don’t you trust me?” He asked but frowned when she stayed silent. That’s when he got the brilliant idea to dive hundreds of feet out of the air
“HARRY!” She screamed while holding onto his waist for dear life
“You said to put you down” she could hear the cheeky grin in his voice
“I don’t want to die Harry!” She called out while squeezing her eyes shut and laying her head against his back
“Do you trust me?” He repeated and she nodded her head
“If putting my trust in you is the last thing I do, I’ll haunt you in the after life Potter”
Harry quickly pulled the broom back up “Sounds like Malfoy’s rubbing off on you” Harry sped off on the broom again, making Y/n squeal “Aw come on, you can’t tell me you aren’t having just a bit of fun”
Y/n shook her head “I’m sorry if my screams of terror made you think otherwise” she retorted, Harry couldn’t help but laugh.
Where have you been all my life?
“Alright alright” Harry finally lands onto the pier of the now icy black lake, smiling to himself as their legs finally touch ground.
“Oh my” Y/n peeled her eyes back open sighing with relief “Harry Potter, you’re absolutely mad” A bittersweet smile formed on Harry’s lips once her grasp on his torso loosened “You know, I think if we were supposed to be in the air, we’d be born as birds”
Harry shakes his head while turning around “I get it, you’re afraid of heights” he watched as she tries to straighten her hair out “But at least you were able to forget about everything for a few minutes”
“Yeah, because I was worried about falling to my death” but he’s right “Thanks Harry” she gave a sheepish smile while watching the snow fall even harder across the lake “We should probably head back though”
“Wait” Y/n gave a blank stare as Harry’s heart pounded out of his chest “I’m getting a bunch of students together and teaching them how to defend themselves since Umbridge won’t” Harry blurted out
“Oh that’s-”
“Would you like to join?” His heart thumped in his ears as he awaited her answer “We have a secret location that’s perfect for the spells we’d be practicing” Harry couldn’t explain it but he felt like he could tell her anything. The girl that didn’t care that he was the boy that lived and didn’t stare at him like he was some freak every year. The girl that wasn’t afraid to speak her mind or stand up for herself. The girl who he swore was just as smart as Hermione, if not smarter. The girl who always seemed to make him forget about the horrors of reality.
“Why not?” she replied while shrugging her shoulders “I prefer performing spells rather than reading about them” a giant smile formed on the boys face
It was a simple spell and it frustrated her to no end that she couldn’t preform it. As Y/n’s hands shook in anger, she decided to put her wand away and grab her book, the last thing she needed was to throw a tantrum in front of everyone.
Snap your wrist to preform incantation
She read over the same page about a hundred times and yet, she had no luck
Maybe I really am only good at potions
A frown made its way onto her face as she paced back and forth in her small corner. The other spells seemed rather easy, but of course the one defensive spell they teach gave her the most trouble.
Maybe if I’m lucky I’ll be gone before Harry drags me to war
“Alright, that’s enough for today” Harry announced “Great job everyone, you’re making excellent progress”
“Same time next week” Ron tells them as they all file out
Unfortunately for Y/n, she was stopped before she could make her escape “What happened?” Harry asked her with a head tilt “You separated yourself from the group”
She rubs her eyes “I know” she then shook her head “Im just a very slow learner and I was getting extremely frustrated”
A small smile played on his lips “I thought you liked preforming spells rather than reading about them?”
She playfully rolls her eyes “Whatever Harold, I’ll just learn it next week”
“I could teach you” Harry quickly spat out to stop her from leaving “Show me what you’re doing”
With a slight moment to think about it, she dropped her bag onto the ground and pulled her wand out. Once Harry took a few steps back, she took her stance and aimed at the dummy “Reducto!” Not that she was surprised, but nothing happened.
Harry nodded once she turned around to face him with disappointment “I think it’s your hand movement” he walks over to stand in front of her “You’re jabbing your wand”
“No” she pouts “I’m flicking my wrist like it’s telling me”
Without thinking, Harry gently took her hand in his own “You’re flicking your wrist downwards” he moved her hand up and down “Try rolling your wrist in a scooping motion ” after showing her what to do, his grip loosened but his touch definitely lingered.
“Reducto!” The dummy exploded upon impact causing a big smile to make its way to Y/n’s face, a smile that Harry slowly grew to love “I guess you are a good teacher” she tells him while turning to face him
“You guess?”
She shrugged her shoulders with a cheeky grin “I guess”
Y/n felt more confident now that she knew what she was doing, which was perfect since they were dueling this week.
Once everyone congratulated Hermione for absolutely humiliating Ron, a hand gently tapped Y/n’s shoulder “Why don’t you try?” Harry asked and she shook her head
“I just learned the spell” she turned to look at him “I don’t want to embarrass myself”
Their eyes locked onto each other’s, Harry’s green eyes were swimming with a devious glint “Hermione, Y/n would like to go next!” He called out, causing the girl to slap his shoulder
“Hermione?” She whisper shouted “Do you want people to laugh at me?”
Harry shook his head “I’m helping you prepare for the real deal” Y/n awkwardly walks over to the witch and everyone cleared way
“C’mon! You got this Hermione!”
Y/n anxiously readied her wand as everyone cheered the witch on. Sure she was good at studying, but actual spell casting was her downfall.
There was a determined look in Hermione’s eyes, like she had something to prove to Y/n.
“What are they waiting for?” A student whispered and Hermione used this distraction as her chance to attack
“Stupify!”
“Protego!” A light shield covered Y/n and blocks the attack
I didn’t think that would work
“When did we learn that?” Someone else asked upsetting the witch in front of her
“Stupify!”
“Protego!” Y/n’s heart thumped out of her chest from the last minute save. However, Hermione grew annoyed that every and any spell she threw at her, Y/n would block
“It’s not much of a duel if you don’t attack” she huffed while readying herself. Nothing life threatening, just throw something at her “Stupify!”
“Expelliarmus!”
A stream of red shot out of Y/n’s wand while a yellow one came from Hermione’s, forming loud gasps and awes from the crowd as each color fought for dominance. Y/n had no idea how she did it but knew that she couldn’t let go now. Hermione knew she couldn’t stop now, she couldn’t let one surprise stop her victory.
But it was too much for both of them to handle, this was new ground and it was almost terrifying. Hermione’s wand jerked to the left, which made the spell hit her full on. Not only did her spell send Hermione and her wand flying, but the Stupify Hermione casted hit someone else.
“Harry!” Y/n quickly whipped around to see the boy laying on the ground. She quickly pushed through the crowd and kneeled at his side
“Harry are you alright?” She inspected the boy as he held his shoulder “Where does it hurt?”
“Harry” Hermione huffed with regret “I’m so sorry” she apologized
“It’s alright” he told her as he sat up “I’m fine” that wince said otherwise “That was brilliant you two”
“Harry we need to get you to the hospital wing” Hermione urged but he shook his head
“We would have to explain how I got hurt to miss Pomfrey” he then stood up “Besides, I’m fine, really”
“If you’re worried about Pomfrey telling Umbridge, I can heal you” everyone turned to Y/n “It’ll be easy” one shrug of the shoulders was enough to win Harry over “I can brew a quick potion and put some ointment for the pain and bruising, he’ll be perfectly fine tomorrow”
“You barely know how to cast spells” Ron tells her “Why would we trust you with him?”
What have I done to get on Ron and Hermione’s bad side?
Y/n then looked over to Harry “Do you trust me?”
Harry didn’t hesitate to nod his head “I’ll meet you guys back at the common room” he reassured them “Continue on without me, I’ll be fine” Hermione gave Harry one last apologetic look before he turned to Y/n “Shall we?”
From the way Harry described the pain, it might’ve just been a dislocated shoulder, but that didn’t stop him from acting extra whiny.
“We just have to get to my room okay?” She told him as she knocked on the large barrels in front of the Hufflepuff entrance
“What happens if you knock on the wrong barrel?”
She turned to him as the door unlocked “You get sprayed with vinegar” she jerked her head towards the door
“That’s so-”
“Awful” she finished for him “I was in for a pleasant surprise my first day” she led him around the cozy room, earning weird glances from lingering Hufflepuffs “I had to have a ghost tell me which barrels to knock on because I was drenched”
She finally came across a single room on the first floor and opened the door for him “How did you get an entire room to yourself?”
She shrugged her shoulders while closing the door behind him “I think it’s because I started so late” or probably because they thought I’d be gone after the first week and didn’t want me interacting with too many students “Please, sit” she conjures a cauldron and a bunch of random ingredients begin floating in the air “Can you take off your shirt?” Harry’s face flashed a bright red “I just want to make sure there’s no broken bones” the boy goes to lift up his shirt but immediately winced in pain “Here” she sat down on the edge of the bed “Let me” her fingers gently hook underneath his vest and she’s able to remove it without causing much pain to his shoulder. Once removed, she then unbuttons most of the buttons on his shirt so it would just fall off his shoulder, revealing a giant dark purple bruise on his very pale skin “Let me know when it hurts okay?” She gently pads her fingers around his chest, arm, collarbone, and shoulder of course. Harry on the other hand couldn’t breathe, as if he were in a trance that he never wanted to wake up from.
That was until Y/n shoved his shoulder back into place, causing the boy to erupt in a painful groan “Blimey Y/n!”
“Did that hurt?” Her eyes finally flicked up to meet up with his
Those beautiful orbs of hers, he could swim in them all day “You were brilliant today” he whispered, afraid that speaking too loud would scare her away
“That was absolutely terrifying” she admits “You got hurt”
His eyes flicker down to her lips “Good thing I have a great doctor”
Y/n shook her head with a smile “How convenient for you” she then stands up to make her potion “I figured since I was slow reflex wise, I’d be better off as a healer. So I spent most of my time learning how to make medicines”
“I never taught anyone how to use Protego”
A small smile played on her lips as she mixed the ingredients together “I used to want to be an auroa” she answered “You can read about these spells all you want, but it’s completely different actually preforming them and using them on other people” once the potion turned the right shade of orange, she scooped a cup out for Harry to drink “And if I can’t immediately do it, I think I’ve done something wrong and no longer want to do it” she sits down next to him and hands him the pumpkin shaped cup
“Y/n I don’t think you realize how brilliant of a witch you are” Harry tells her softly
“Yeah yeah” she urged him to take the cup from her “If I had a bit of patience, I could thrive in one subject” Harry winced at the bitter taste but drinks it nonetheless “How bad would you say the pain is?” She asked while leaning over to grab a small jar of ointment
“7.5” he answers quickly “Maybe even an eight” with a nod, she unscrews the top and uses three fingers to scoop some out “Maybe you could teach me a few spells one day” his voice gets caught in his throat as her fingers spread the cool gel over his skin
“The student becomes the teacher” she smiled but grew concerned at his silence “Are you alright Harry?” the boy couldn’t speak so he opted on nodding “You don’t have to lie to me” she tells him “I haven’t made the potion in so long, if you feel funny, you need to tell me”
Oh he definitely felt funny… “How often did you make the potion?” He finally speaks up
“My friends were troublemakers, both witches and muggles” she answered while grabbing more ointment “However, my muggle friends did absolutely anything they could to be in harms way. I couldn’t exactly tell them I was giving them a healing potion or rubbing magical ointment to get rid of the pain, but when I was younger, I used to kiss their injury and tell them I did it to make it better. And the next day, they’d be completely fine” she then puts the lid back on the jar “They would joke and say my kisses had magical healing abilities but I would just say it was the “organic smoothie” I made them”
Harry couldn’t breathe, he swore she could hear his heart beating out of his chest but all he could do was blurt out eight words “Will you kiss it to make it better?” Y/n slowly looked up at the boy who burned red
“Honestly Harry” she playfully shook her head while leaning over to put the ointment back on the night stand “You’re such a baby” she then leans down to gently kiss his collarbone “And now my lips are gonna go numb” she wipes the ointment off her lips and stands up to finish cleaning “Come on, let’s get you out of here before someone tells Umbridge I have a boy in my room”
It’s not that Harry purposefully hurt himself, but ever since he found out Y/n was good at healing, he’d been purposefully hurting himself.
It was all minor injuries, things that could easily be fixed at the hospital wing, or even a weeks worth of rest. However, why go to madam Pomfrey when he could get a kiss from Y/n?
It’s not that Harry wanted to be hit by the bludger, but it did work in his favor. He would go back to Y/n, where she would scold him while he marveled at how brilliant she was, and she would give him a kiss. Besides, he’d been “injured” almost every day for the past two weeks. If he came back with another small cut, she might catch on.
Harry was knocked off his broom and nearly fell to his death if it weren’t for Hermione’s quick thinking. A time out was called to address his injuries but Harry could only think of one thing.
“Harry!”
“Are you alright mate?”
Harry nods while slowly sitting up “It was worth it” he strained
“What? Being hit straight with a bludger and falling hundreds of feet out the air?” Harry gave the girl a look before opening his hand to reveal the snitch
“HARRY POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH! GRYFINDOR WINS!!” The stadium goes into an uproar while a determined Harry picked himself up
“We really need to get you to the hospital wing” Hermione tries to put his arm around her shoulder but he shrugs her off
“The hospital wing will be full” he tells her “I’ll just go to Y/n, her dorm is closer than the hospital wing. Besides, the pain is manageable” he was in excruciating pain
Hermione gave Ron a look and the ginger shrugged his shoulders knowing exactly why he preferred seeing her “Alright” Hermione finally agreed “Do you need any help with anything?”
Harry nodded “Could you take my broom back for me?”
Y/n would’ve attended the game but Mcgonagall had been on her arse to find a way back home…not that she knew anything about quidditch anyway. I’m sure he’ll win
Her concentrated thoughts came to an end once a knock came from her door “Come in” she called out which revealed a beat up and bruised Harry “Oh my-” she quickly jumped out of bed and ran to his side “Harry what happened?”
The books and notes flew off her bed so she could gently lay him down “Bludger came after me” he tells her “Knocked me straight off my broom” he hissed
Y/n sucks her teeth “I don’t understand how quidditch is safe for students to play” she tried removing his armor but immediately stopped when he let out a loud groan “Harry, I think you should go to the hospital wing”
Harry quickly shook his head “It’s full at the moment” her hand stopped on his jersey “It’ll be okay, I trust you”
She knew the boy was stubborn and lugging him across the castle wasn’t the best idea, so she let out a soft sigh “Did you guys at least win?” Her eyes flicker up to his and he nods
“I caught the snitch” her hand gently makes its way to his face, which he gladly leans into
“I’m sure you did” she tells him in a baby voice before standing up “I have no clue what that or a bludger is but I’ll put the ointment on you so you’re not as miserable”
“I could never be miserable around you” Y/n stops and looks down at him with a quirked brow
“I can tell you’re in a lot of pain Harry” she gently sits next to him and unscrews the jar “Extra pale skin, excessive sweat, quickened heart rate, dilated eyes” she lifts his Jersey up and was completely mortified to see the black bruises dance along his chest “It’s unbelievable how reckless you men are” she nagged while scooping ointment out
“The bludger hit me” he defended but she still held her scowl “I’m fine Y/n” she didn’t say a word but continued frown “Hey, look at me” his hand stops her from rubbing the gel on him which quickly makes her look up “I’m fine”
She was first to look away, obviously still mad that he would play a sport so dangerous but she could feel his lingering eyes “Once the pain subsides, I’ll check to make sure there’s no broken bones” she explained while putting the ointment away “But with the chest plate, your ribs might just be bruised” if this is how hard it hit him with gear on, I’d hate to see what it could do without it
“Do you want me to take my shirt off?” Y/n’s eyes darted to his “So it’ll be easier…to access my chest” Harry wanted to punch himself for sounding like an idiot
“I mean…” she shrugged her shoulders “It’ll help but I don’t want to put you through anymore pain” Harry then goes to rip his clothes off but Y/n stops him with a laugh “It’s fine Harold” she gently takes his hands in her “I appreciate the consideration though” she then let’s go of his hands to inspect his chest again “Hmmm…” her fingers drew circles around his bruises “I think I have just the potion for this” she then jumps from her spot and searched her cupboard “I think…this might help” she tosses a bottle at Harry which he easily catches “Bottoms up”
The vile liquid poured down his throat and she gives him a cheeky smile “What on earth was that?” She then sits next to the boy and lifts up his jersey
“Well would you look at that” she smiled while putting the jersey down “No broken bones, bruised ribs” she looks up to meet his eyes “Just like I told you” a frown covered Harry’s face as he knew what would happen now “I ought to make you some of this ointment since you wind up hurt every other day…you might be a wee bit sore but that should subside in like three days” she tilts her head in confusion “What’s wrong? Does something else hurt?”
Harry shook his but lifted up his jersey “Can you kiss it to make it feel better?” Y/n gave him a small smile
“You truly are pathetic Harold, I hope you know that” she leans down towards his chest, inhaling his deep musky scent before finally letting her soft plump lips kiss him. Her hair tickled his bare skin but Harry didn’t mind, he couldn’t breathe, he didn’t dare to. But this time she did notice his breath hitch “Did I hurt you?” She quickly asked while looking up at him but he shakes his head
“You could never hurt me” y/n rolls her eyes
“You’re too cheesy”
The happiest memory huh?
Y/n glumly watched as everyone conjured their patronus. Yes, it was a hard spell for some but she couldn’t even think of a happy memory to even try.
“Excellent work Ginny!” Harry congratulated with a smile
“That’s so cool!”
“Luna!”
The blonde girl stopped to think for a moment “Expecto Patronum!” Everyone awed at the rabbit that hopped around the room
“Y/n” Harry walked over to her
“Pass” she lazily replied and he frowns
“Reading about the spell is nowhere as beneficial as trying, just try”
Y/n looked around at the others “Can’t think of any happy memories, just come back to me later”
“You don’t need to cast a full body patronus” he tells her while grabbing her hand “Just think of the last time you were happy” Harry slowly let go of her hand as she pondered
The first thing she could think of was Harry flying her around on his broom, his contagious laugh echoed in her ears while she screamed loud enough that people in Hogsmead could hear her. A small smile played on the corners of her lips “Expecto patronum!”
A hazy light blue shot out of her wand and a small body began to form “Brilliant” Y/n turned to meet his gaze “You’re absolutely brilliant” but the moment they shared was cut short due to the room shaking. Y/n’s patronus completely disappeared once the room shook again.
Harry protectively stepped in front of Y/n as everyone cautiously looked around. Without a moments notice, a couple of students went flying along with debris.
Umbridge proudly stood at the hole in the wall while Draco dragged Cho to the front as a trophy. Y/n knew something like this was bound to happen, Umbridge couldn’t have been that dumb.
Everyone filed out of the room of requirement and into Umbridge’s classroom to endure two hours of torture. It angered Y/n, being disciplined, tortured because they wanted to learn how to protect themselves. If she didn’t know any better, she’d assume Umbridge was working for Voldemort.
Y/n was used to the pain, she’d been in detention at least twice a week for the entire school year. What did bother her however was hearing the kids sniffle and muffle their cries from the pain. They didn’t deserve it, hell, none of them did, all it did was add fuel to the flame.
“It hurts” a young blonde boy cried to the Weasley twins
He’s just a kid
Y/n reached into her robes and pulled out a familiar tub of ointment “Hey” she gently called out to the boy “I’ve got something that’ll make the pain go away” she knew she wasn’t the most liked, especially from Ron or Hermione’s friends, but attempting to offer comfort was better than nothing “I use it on Harry all the time, look” she opened the jar and grabbed a glob of the medicine “It works almost instantly” after a small not of approval, Y/n rubbed the ointment all over his hand “See”
The boy looked up with much gratitude “You’re right” he sniffled “I don’t feel anything anymore!”
“Hey” Fred peered over the boys shoulder “Do you think we could borrow some of that?”
Y/n quickly nods “Of course” she rubs the gel over their hands and the twins smile
“Bloody brilliant!” George exclaimed “Ron, Hermione, Y/n here has something to help with the pain!”
Soon, a small group began to huddle around her, curious to see what the chatter was about “You crafted this?” Hermione asked once she tried it
Y/n nods and the witch furrows her eyebrows “Then you’re a bloody genius” Ron interrupted while marveling at his now pain free hand
“There isn’t anything about this in any medical books” there isn’t now, but there will be in approximately fifteen years
“I…made it myself” Y/n lied, she had to lie, it might hurt the future more if she didn’t
“Here, try this” they all passed the can around and for once, Y/n felt like she wasn’t the black sheep
“Hey” Harry whispered
“Hey” the boy gently grabbed her hand
“You’re always fixing me up, why don’t I help you for once?” Her big orbs softened once they met his green ones
“Yeah…okay sure” her voice as equally soft, terrified to alert the others. Harry smoothed the gel over the scar etched onto her hand
“Thank you for this” he tells her “For keeping their hope”
Y/n shrugged her shoulders “They don’t deserve it, frog face will get what’s coming to her”
The group cleared out, leaving just the two of them alone in the hallway, which made Y/n grateful because Harry lifted her hand to his lips and gently kissed it
“All better” he whispered so softly that a mouse could barely hear it
“Thanks Harry” she could feel her cheeks heat up “We’d better get going before we get caught breaking one of Umbridge’s ridiculous rules”
Luckily for Y/n, she was able to convince Mcgonagall and Snape to skip her OWLS, deeming it a use of her time that she could be using to figure out a way out of there. However, Mcgonagall wouldn’t let her get off that easy. Yes she got to sleep in while everyone took their exams, but she had to regroup with Snape to asses her progress later that evening.
“Harry!” Y/n whisper shouted “What are you doing here?”
Harry cautiously looked around the classroom “I’ve been looking all over for you”
“Snape agreed to help me with something” she tells him while frantically looking outside the potion’s classroom “He’ll be here any moment so you have to-”
“I broke my nose” Y/n stops and lets out an annoyed huff
She didn’t bother asking how he broke his nose or why he didn’t just go to the hospital wing, she just pulled out her wand and flicked it at his nose. Harry winced in pain but she just grabbed his arm to drag him out the room
“We can discuss how this happened later, but right now you need to leave” Harry frowned in disappointment, the only time he’s spoken with her was at their meeting, which Umbridge had to ruin “Oh” she held the sides of his face and placed a gentle kiss on his nose “There” she takes a step back “Will you leave now?” She eagerly asked with a smile but Harry just gave her a blank stare “Harold”
“Y-yes” as if all motor functions turned on all at once “Later” there was so much he wanted to tell her, so many things happening at once, but he didn’t want her to worry about him nor come with.
Harry stumbled out of the classroom to make his way to Umbridge’s office, bumping into Snape on the way
“Potter” he spat “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Harry quickly shook his head “I was just on my way- I’m sorry” Snape frowned when the stuttering boy sped away. He knew something was going on, and he was determined to figure it out.
Snape entered his classroom to see Y/n reading over notes, and it was almost like he finally placed the last piece of the puzzle together “Is there any reason in particular that Potters a blushing fool down the hall?” Snape asked but Y/n quickly shook her head
“No idea” she then rips her notebook open “Now you said you made different variations of the potion, as did I so we could compare our results”
Snape walks over to his shelf of potion ingredients and stops “Would you be okay being stuck here?”
She tilts her head in confusion “What do you mean professor? I think we’re close to figuring this out”
Snape let’s out a sigh “In the events that we can’t figure out a way to send you back to your time, would you be completely disappointed?”
The thought never occurred to her that she might not go home “I mean professor Mcgonagall might be upset, I don’t think she likes me” she shrugs her shoulders “I mean I have no purpose here, no one really likes me, and I can’t do much because I don’t want to interfere with future events”
“I didn’t ask if Mcgonagall would be disappointed” he snapped “I asked if you would”
It was a tough hypothetical question. Magic was far more advanced where she’s from, everything was so much easier “ I might be a little disappointed but… I don’t really have anything in the future” she answered honestly “Both of my parents are dead and I can’t be stuck third wheeling my only friend, that was the whole reason of me taking the potion” images of Harry then flashed in her mind “However, I think I could manage being stuck here if I were around the right people”
Satisfied with your answer, Snape finally turns around “You may be dismissed”
Y/n’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion “But we didn’t-”
“Every variation of the potion I’ve made of the potion results the same, failure” Y/n looks down at her notes but he cuts her off before she could speak “It was very…obvious that they wouldn’t work, none of them turned a lilac color once finished”
“But we haven’t tried it”
Snape hits the top of her head with the notes “Would you rather be stuck in the stone ages where you’ll have absolutely no one?” Y/n pouts and Snape walks over to his office “If anything was wrong, it would be the incantation like you’ve said. Now you are dismissed” Y/n gets up from her stool with a huff but Snape stops in his tracks “And L/n”
She quickly looked over to him “Yes sir?”
“Stay away from Potter”
Her shoulders slumped “I know I know, don’t mess with the future”
“No, he’ll drag you into more trouble than you could imagine”
She never thought Snape was lying, but she figured it was easier said than done. As she walked back to the Hufflepuff dormitory, she thought about how this one school year had been more adventurous than the past three years of her life.
“Harry’s in trouble!” Ron yelled and Y/n quickly turned around
“That was faster than we thought” Neville told the others as Y/n jogged over
“What do you mean Harry’s in trouble?” She cautiously looked around and Ron attempted to hide his annoyance, but failed miserably
“Harry wants to go to the ministry to save his godfather” Luna tells her “But he needs our help”
Neville nodded “It’ll be sending him to his death if he goes alone”
Ron rolls his eyes “It was their idea to ask you to come” he then stubbornly crossed his arms “You don’t have to c-”
“Of course I’ll come!” The words Snape uttered a mere hour ago completely slipped her mind as the group ran to find Harry and Hermione
“How’d you get away?” Hermione asked as they ran into the group
“Puking pastilles” Ginny smiled “It wasn’t pretty”
“I told them I was hungry, wanted some sweets. We found Y/n along the way”
But something wasn’t right…
Y/n couldn’t figure out what’s supposed to happen or not, not everything was written down in the books. This seemed like an obvious trap, but none of them seemed to care. They only knew three defensive spells, one of which only three of them could properly preform.
“Hey” Harry whispered as the rest of the group walked off “Thanks for coming”
Y/n nodded while following the others “I wouldn’t be able so sleep if I just let you go alone” a small smile tugs on her lips “And so I know what kind of potions to brew when you inevitably get hurt”
Harry let’s out a small laugh “Are you going to be okay with flying?” Y/n quickly stopped in her tracks
“Flying?”
The green eyed boy nods “That’s how we decided we’d get to the ministry” Y/n’s eyes widened as she watched the others mount the beasts
She rips her eyes away to turn to Harry “I think I’ll take the floo network”
Harry let out a short laugh “How about you ride with me?” He asked while mounting his own thestrial “That way I can tell you all about how I broke my nose” she honestly couldn’t care less about his nose right now “Do you trust me?” He asks again while holding out his hand
“Oh come on” Ron calls out “We haven’t got all day, you’re either going or you’re not”
But Harry and Y/n couldn’t even hear how irritated Ron was, all they focus on was each other. How his green eyes swam with anticipation and hers flickered with worry.
Death eaters will probably kill me before I die from falling off
Y/n slowly grabbed his hand and jumped onto the creature. Once Y/n’s arms wrapped around his waist and her head leaned onto his shoulder, Harry nodded at the others with a determined nod and quickly took off into the air.
Y/n appreciated the small talk but was absolutely terrified and wanted nothing more than touch ground.
“How did you get out of taking your OWLS?” Harry asked the girl
“I told Snape I didn’t feel good so he told me I could take my exam after hours with him” she quickly spat out “But more importantly, how are you feeling? You passed out? Umbridge slapped you? She threatened to use the cruciatis curse on you?” Of course Harry told her all about it, making sure not to leave a single detail out
“This is it” Harry tells the group as they run down the isles “It has to be here somewhere”
But a single prophecy stuck out to her, causing her to stop in her tracks
Y/n L/n
Why would I have a prophecy?
The curiosity got the best of her as she slowly grabbed the orb off the shelf “Harry?” They all turned to Neville “It has your name on it”
The boy nervously grabbed the orb and let them all listen to the prophecy “Wait…” something isn’t right “Harry!” They all looked up to see a lone death eater approaching them
“Where’s Sirius?” Harry asked with much determination
“You should learn the difference between dreams” he held his wand up to his face “And reality” Lucius Malfoy? “You only saw what the dark lord wanted you to see”
This isn’t good Y/n’s heart anxiously thumped, we need to get out of here
That’s when a sickening laugh echoed throughout the room “Bellatrix Lestrange” Neville muttered
“Harry” Y/n whispered “We need to go”
“Neville Longbottom, is it? How’s mum and dad?”
They all turned to the boy “Better now that they’re about to be revenged!” Harry was quick to hold back the boy
Lucius held his hands out “Now, let’s everyone…calm down”
So stupid…what’s supposed to happen now?
Are we supposed to be here?
Did I change the events of history?
“YOU FILTHY HALFBLOOD” Y/n jumped at the sudden loudness and snapped back to reality of the situation. They were surrounded by death eaters, all with the intent to kill. Seven students against fifteen (that she counted) wanted murderers, but despite it walking into her inevitable death, Y/n trusted Harry with her life. And if Harry wanted to fight, she’d fight for him with her very last breath.
“I’ve waited fourteen years” Harry finally tells them and Y/n takes this as her cue to get into a fighting stance
Lucius sucks his teeth and gives a ‘sincere’ sigh “I know”
“I guess I can wait a little longer” Harry turns to the girl “NOW!”
“Stupify!”
They all began to let spells fly while scattering like rats “Protego!” The spell deflected and Harry was fast to grab Y/n’s hand
“We have to go” she nodded at his determination and ran hand in hand with the boy. Death eaters were everywhere, and if it weren’t for the fact that they wanted the prophecy, they’d probably throw killing curses left and right.
“Levicorpus!” Y/n then bounced the man off the ground and against a shelf “this way” Harry followed her lead and was soon met with the others
“What now?” Neville asked while death eaters closed in on them
“REDUCTO!” The sudden explosion blew a big gust of wind towards them and Y/n turned to the group “I didn’t think that one all the way through” shelves began collapsing whilst prophecies shattered
“Quick!” Harry yelled “Towards the door” the boy yanked Y/n along as they truly ran from death. Being crushed to death didn’t cross Y/n’s mind at all, but it would probably be less painful than being captured.
The group barged through the door and one by one fell to what they believed was their death. Harry pulled Y/n close and wrapped his arms around her, using himself as a safety net. Y/n buried her head into his chest to hide from the horrors of their inevitable death.
But they stopped.
There was no sudden thud, there was no sound of agonizing screaming, the only thing that reminded her that they were alive was the fact that she could feel Harry’s heart beat out of his chest.
Then they hit the ground with a small thud. Y/n rips her eyes open and looks up at the boy “I almost feel as if I should yell at you for telling me I wouldn’t fall to my death”
Harry let out a small chuckle “But you didn’t”
The thought of death eaters being near didn’t bother either of them as they stared into each others eyes “The boy who lived was willing to die to keep me alive” she tilted her head to the left and smiled “I promise the fate of the entire wizarding world is much more important than me”
Harry shook his head “I told you I’d never let you fall to your death and you put your trust in me”
If Y/n could lay on top of Harry all night and just talk to him, she would, but she finally snapped back to reality and climbed off of him
“Well it’s not called the department of mystery’s for no reason” Ron commented while Harry spun around
“Do you hear that?”
Hermione was quick to shake her head “Hear what?”
“It sounds like voices”
She gave the boy a weird look “There’s no voices Harry”
But she was wrong “I can hear them too Harry” Y/n reassured while Luna nodded
“Everyone get behind me!” But it was too late, everyone except Harry was swept up by a death eater and taken hostage
“No one has to die Potter” Lucius told the boy as he jabbed his wand into Y/n’s neck “Just hand over the prophecy and we’ll let everyone go”
So I don’t get crushed to death, fall to my death, I just die by the hands of a Malfoy… maybe I should’ve befriended Draco after all
If the fate of the future lies in my hands, we’re all so screwed, I can’t recall any of these events in any history book
Just then, she was whisked away by an auroa
“Thank Merlin you’re here” she told the woman with purple hair
“Don’t thank us yet” she then zapped the wizard that dared attack them “You need to get to safety”
Y/n nodded
I need to get Harry and I to safety
Y/n ran around the room, watching as aurors and death eaters fight across the room
“Protego” she had no business fighting someone who wanted her dead, so she figured as long as she was able to get to Harry unscathed she could just use offense spells
“Where do ya think you’re goin?”
Barty crouch Jr? Y/n shook her head as the manic man stood before her “Don’t know who you are nor care, Aguamenti!” She sprayed a jet of water at the man, causing him to wipe his face in confusion “Alarte Ascendare!” The man flew into the air and she took this chance to make a run for it
“Avada Kedavra!” Y/n stopped in her tracks and her eyes widened as Sirius was struck by the killing curse oh Harry…
Y/n quickly ran over to Harry and wrapped her arms around the grieving boy. “Harry” she held onto the boy as he screamed “Harry come on we have to-” the boy pushed away from her and chased after the manic woman “HARRY!” She goes to chase after him but someone else holds her back
“I HAVE TO GO” she yelled as she struggled to escape their grasp
“We have to get you to safety” Lupin informed her, Y/n whips around with worry covering her face
“What about Harry?” She asked with teary eyes “He’ll die by himself out there”
“He’s not by himself” he comforted “Now we must hurry”
Y/n knew from that moment forward, she’d be intertwined in this mess and that there was only one way out. She knew she wouldn’t be able to go home without ending this once and for all, she would have to fight in the wizard war to protect her future.
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crunchcrunchteacakes · 1 year ago
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Anya loves the mama who cleans up her hot cocoa mess the most in the world.
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One of the thing that frustrates me about the series is the constant acknowledgement of Yor not being able to cook (especially since good at cooking = good wife is such a sexiest worldview that only the likes of Murdoch Swan can concoct). So this is going to be a Yor appreciation post that talks about the things Yor is good at.
Yor for some reason is very good at preparing hot beverages, It’s the first thing we see her doing; pour tea.
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We see Yor making tea all the time, in the Forger residence if Yor is in the kitchen then it’s most often to make tea. There is a symbolic meaning to this I guess, the beverages are representative of Yor herself, it’s familiarity in a world that changes swiftly, a constant reminder that even in the whirlwind of life, there's a place of serenity within the walls of home.
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When Loid is frustrated with the interview preparation and deems the task hopeless, we have Yor brings in tea a sense of order and tranquility, fostering a connection to the present moment.
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The interview went terrible and Loid is afraid Operation Strix has ended, Yor comes in with tea and along with Anya encourages Loid to find hope. They end up cheering together and looking forward to the results. Thus the warmth of tea is wrapped around the soul, bringing a smile to even the coldest of days.
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When Loid is frustrated at Anya because of her failing grades, Yor offers tea and advice on how to best support Anya, she also validates Loid roles as Anya’s father thus reinforces a sense of unity and belonging in forger household.
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Fiona is all confident in how twilight likes to drink his coffee dark, only believing that he choose to take milk because it’s “Loid’s” preference.
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Thank god for little Anya because we get to know what his true feeling on the matter are.
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Basically Tea/Coffee/Hot Cocoa making is Yor’s Job and something she likes to do. When Yuri burst in and Loid offers to make tea instead because he wanted to gain control of the situation and put on the no-weakness front, ergo Yuri sees his arm twitch, and the seed of doubt is planted. If only Loid had listened to Yor then maybe Yuri wouldn’t have seen the spasm.
Being perfect won’t help Loid, perfectionism will not help him survive but cause his downfall. The mole arc has helped Loid in coming to terms with his feelings a bit, but he insists on calling it weakness or being compromised. He needs to start seeing his family as a source of strength rather than taking on all the responsibilities. Because so far his I need to do it by myself approach has only caused him tummyaches, stress, burnout, and exhaustion. He is overworked and feels overwhelmed by the constant need to meet his own high standards as set by Spy World.
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As the Other WISE Spy said, we can't just get a clean win, but it's still progress, Loid is beginning to share some of his workloads and eased Yor's gripes. But man Twiyor is a slowburn: Their love story is like tea that's been steeping for ages - strong, full of flavor, and comforting warmth.
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jojolymes · 1 year ago
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𝐒𝐄𝐀 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄; preface
𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 ¡!
next: I. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐚 | table of contents
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˗ˏˋ SEA OF HELLE 'ˎ˗
one piece
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❝I TOLD YOU ALREADY, I'M REALLY NOTHING OF IMPORTANCE...❞
┊ ✧. you, the beloved princess of your island, hellespont, have lived a pretty good life— so good that when a group of visiting pirates warn you of a plot to kill you, you have to pretend you didn't already know.
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PLAYLIST .ೃ࿐
sea, swallow me; cocteau twins
❝at least the sea where liberty
will stand in place to seek and rule the world...❞
pearls; sade
❝she's dying to survive— don't know what she's made of—
i would like to be that brave.❞
mariners apartment complex; lana del rey
❝you lose your way, just take my hand;
you're lost at sea, then i'll command your boat to me again.❞
dawn in the adan; ichiko aoba
❝bury my cheeks in your arms, sound of the old sea,
from a small boat on the other side.❞
jellyfish; vashti bunyan
❝last night i dreamt that i jumped in the sea wearing a pale blue flouncing dancing dress—
i wanted you to rescue me desperately❞
o'sailor; fiona apple
❝everything good i deem too good to be true,
everything else is just a bore.❞
don't blame your daughter (diamonds); the cardigans
❝and the song you sing today wasn't always in your head;
the words you try to say are the ones you should've said.❞
heaven; mitski
❝hear the storm dances outside,
something set free is runnin' through the night...❞
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FOREWORD .ೃ࿐
˚ · . warnings¡!
HEAVY LANGUAGE USE, DIRTY JOKES
THE ONE PIECE IS REAL
CANON-TYPICAL VIOLENCE & INJURIES
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LUFFY, ZORO, SANJI, USOPP, NAMI, ROBIN X FEM!READER
┊ ✧. mc is 18, everyone is their canon pre-timeskip ages except for robin who is 19 in this fic *heart eyes* (i don't know if that changes anything in the canon yet lol) ✧. this fic takes place post-skypeia because i came up with this concept right before seeing princess vivi on screen but i put too much work into this to scrap it ✧. i'm currently obsessed with the live action so the characters will have the some likeness to the actors' version ✧. as i write this author's note, im currently on drum island and who knows if or when ill finish skypeia so pls no spoilers in the comments for the rest of one piece im begging
started: 08.27.23
ended: n.a.
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fbfh · 1 year ago
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You were talking about Zoro and One Piece and fubgthvrxgjbthvty
I am Unwell™️
I don’t know if I think he has a loyalty kink or if I do but
His unending devotion?
His complete Ride Or Die mentality?
I am On My Knees begging to be on the receiving end of his love and attention
(He’s be into body worship and caretaking me thinks (I am projecting))
from the heart of my bottom thank you for this one anon. bc you are so fucking right. if anyone meets the criteria for loyalty kink???????? It's gonna be Zoro. you probably got tangled up together by accident or out of some kind of debt. he promised someone that he would grant you safe passage as you make your way from point a to point b, and somewhere along the way he finds that his debt and loyalty and service is no longer extended to you, it straight up belongs to you. it's basically royal x knight trope which i love with my whole ass bussy. Zoro can pick up a huge ass safe with minimal effort so you better believe he will just pick you up and put you somewhere else whenever he deems it necessary. or just when he feels like it. and he will not hesitate to just hoist you up and carry you over his shoulder for easy hassle free transportation. yk the scene in shrek where he's carrying fiona and she and donkey are having girl talk time when she finally stops trying to get shrek to put her down??? it's that. and you're explaining things like girl math to Luffy. he loves it. he only operates on girl math now. anyway yeah... Zoro is something. if you have a bad dream he seems like the type who would stay up and cuddle you till you feel better but nope. he stands guard in your room for the rest of the night. you wake up to go pee at 3am and he's still standing monitoring the entrances and exits. he follows you and waits outside the bathroom and makes sure you don't forget to wash your hands. if you ask all cute and sweet and sleepy he'll get you tucked back into bed but tbh it won't take that much convincing. you are so so right about body worship and caretaking, like I couldn't have pinned him down more accurately. you fuckin nailed it. ironically you won't have to beg on your knees for his attention because he is definitely already on his knees for you so uh. do with that what you will. but yeah I think the song do it for him from steven universe especially applies to people like Zoro. he will do anything and everything for you without breaking a sweat. and that's before he's even aware of how hard he's falling for you. GOD I love me a stoic service top.
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multifandomfix · 2 years ago
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What She Doesn’t Know — Fiona Goode
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Summary: You're Fiona's dirty little secret. However, Cordelia has feelings for you and when Fiona finds out, she decides she has to do something about it.
Word Count: 1,514
Warnings: Jealousy, possessiveness, fingering, unrequited Cordelia x Reader, Fiona is toxic af but we love her for it, skews slightly towards a fem!reader
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At first, it was just sex. That’s all Fiona wanted, and you were all too happy to oblige. Her only rule was that no one could know about what went on between the two of you in the wee hours of the night. So, you were her dirty little secret. Fine. It almost made it all just a little bit hotter.
In the daylight, you went about your studies as usual, doing adequately enough in your attempts to master every aspect of a witch's power. You were neither excelling nor falling behind. Everything was running smoothly in your life. At least, that’s what you’d thought.
Despite your only slightly better than average capabilities, Cordelia began to take a special interest in tutoring you privately. You didn’t need her to, and you certainly didn’t ask. You figured she probably did this for several of the young witches here at Miss Robichaux’s, so why shouldn’t you take advantage of it?
The tutoring sessions did help you to improve faster, gaining a more considerable lead on the others in terms of both skills and your mastery of them. Cordelia seemed pleased to watch you excel and become one of her most promising students in years.
Yet the shared smiles and the extra attention she paid you went directly over your head. Sure, you may have a more natural aptitude for witchcraft than some of the other girls, but Cordelia's interest in your improvement was not purely professional. She was fond of you, even so far as to have a crush, though she deemed that particular term rather ill fitting and almost childish. Yet that’s what it was; a crush, whether she admitted it or not.
While Fiona didn’t often participate in teaching the students much of anything except how to keep out of her way, she did pass through often enough to catch on to her daughter's irritating way of singling you out. She’d seen you in her office more times than she cared to count, and she didn’t like it. For a while, she just shrugged it off. It wasn’t her problem what you did and with who. At least it wasn’t her problem until Cordelia started closing her office door.
Fiona had a habit of appearing where she wasn’t wanted and popping into Cordelia's office when she was sure her daughter wasn’t alone revealed to her more times than not, that it was you she was sharing that time with. Still, Fiona shouldn’t care right? She was more than clear on what you should expect out of being with her, and yet since it was Cordelia after your affection, it didn’t set well with her.
Nothing untoward had ever occurred between you and Cordelia. She wasn’t the type to push her feelings on you. She simply got to know you during the times you’d come to her office. She’d help you with your magic, talk, and wait to see what happened. You were bonding, that much she was sure of, but if you had any feelings for her, you hadn’t let on.
It was your adoration of Fiona that stopped you even noticing that Cordelia was trying to get you to warm up to her. You were painfully aware of Fiona's take on the matter of your feelings, but you couldn’t shove down your attraction to her and the desire to be close to her. So yes, maybe you continued seeing Fiona on her terms as a way to keep her in your life, but Fiona didn’t have to know that.
Late one Friday night, as you lay back on Fiona's bed, partially covered by Fiona's expensive choice in crisp white sheets, she surprised you. "I want you to come to me for your lessons from now on," she said into the darkness. She hadn’t even turned to you, you realized, as your eyes drifted over to her laying beside you, the soft moonlight coming through the window outlining the silhouette of her face still looking up towards the ceiling.
"Okay," you agreed, perhaps too readily, but she didn’t question you on it.
Within the week, she already had you drifting away from Cordelia, leaving her poor daughter confused and —dare she say— upset for not seeing you as often. You were much more content with Fiona as your teacher. The ease with which you understood one another served you both well. Fiona never saw herself as much of a mentor, but with you it came to her quite naturally. And lessons would often fade away into drinks, conversation and inevitably, sex.
Another night, nearly two weeks into having Fiona as your personal mentor, in your post coital bliss, she surprised you again. It seemed she was making a habit of this. "She loves you, you know."
"Who?"
"My darling daughter," Fiona remarked, though no love came along with those words.
You shook your head in disbelief. "No. She doesn’t—"
But Fiona headed off your protest with yet another shock to your system. "You're mine. Understand?" A reflexive shiver ran through you body, and your mouth went dry as you tried to choke out a response. Fiona turned to you, propping herself up on an elbow. "Was I somehow not clear?"
"Yours. I—I’m yours," you finally managed. The smile Fiona gave you after you said those words made you want to kiss her so bad that your whole body seemed to ache for it. But Fiona didn’t let you kiss her, not really, not properly, so you bit your tongue to quell the urge.
In the following days, Fiona became progressively more possessive of you. You’d spend most of your time away from the other witches, taking all your training from Fiona. She’d almost flaunt you around Cordelia, despite your relationship —or whatever it was— still being a secret from her and everyone else. You could see the jealousy start to bubble from within Cordelia that Fiona had taken you right out from under her. The fact that you had no relationship outside of being student and mentor meant that she didn’t have the power to say anything to Fiona about it. You were still being taught, and by the supreme no less, so if she were to complain, she’d have to out her feelings for you in the process.
It all seemed like a game to Fiona, but you were falling more and more in love with her by the day. All she wanted was to frustrate Cordelia, lord her power over her and take away the one thing she loved. You. You were but her all too willing victim in this, and you were in too deep to stop. No matter how little Fiona gave, you took it.
You didn’t want to hurt Cordelia. She was nice, and you thought for a while you’d been on your way to becoming friends. All that stopped the moment Fiona told you that her daughter had been harboring feelings for you. Now you were but a toy for Fiona to dangle above Cordelia's head until she finally snapped, and Fiona knew exactly how she was going to sever that final thread that held Cordelia's composure together.
Under cover of night you slipped into Fiona's room and soon found yourself in her bed yet again. She wore a short black negligee and nothing else as you soon found out when she lowered herself onto your thigh. You were naked under her, and it wasn’t long until you were fully lost to the sensation of Fiona's fingers filling you. So much so that you failed to hear Fiona's bedroom door creak open. It was an intentional use of her power, cracking the door open just as Cordelia would be taking her usual route past her room on her way up to bed. "Say my name," Fiona whispered in your ear. Her breath was hot on your neck as she placed a kiss there causing you to squirm underneath her.
"Fiona," you breathed.
"Louder. Like you mean it," she amended. If you timed this just right, Cordelia would be right outside the door to hear you, and see you come apart at her hand, just the way she wanted it.
"Fiona," you cried, as she curled her fingers inward. She knew your body well enough by now to practically get you to come on command. The moment was upon you now. Cordelia's light footsteps had paused as she reached the top of the stairs. Time for Fiona to make her final move. The orgasm Fiona had brought about in you overwhelmed your senses, and you’d almost forgotten her instructions. "I love you, Fiona." The words poured from your mouth before you had a clear enough mind to stop them.
Cordelia's glance through the door was only noticed by Fiona, who knew enough to look for it as she passed. You were still trembling beneath Fiona as Cordelia's eyes filled with tears. Fiona had taken everything from her, but she never knew that you weren’t even hers to start with. You’d always belonged to Fiona and you always would.
For anon
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jamethinks · 2 months ago
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So, regarding my previous post: the 3 cats Nightfall has are based on each of the Forgers (not on purpose)
Kot is the adult male Siberian weighing in at about 9kg. His exact age is unknown since she had him since he was an adult. It is known that he is a bit older (notably older than Anya). She got him as a kid, and to avoid talking about her backstory, let's just say at some point she went back to Russia for him. Because of his age, he's not as energetic as most Siberians but definitely more energetic than a normal cat. He's got bone problems and has to take lots of meds.
He's the Loid of the cat team. Very serious, observant, and has no time for Koshka's shit. Because he was alone for so long, he actually prefers solitude. Finding a nice high place to perch up on and watch over everything. He's not openly affectionate and only prefers to cuddle with Fiona. He is a very patient cat though making him the perfect companion for Anya. She loves to pick this big heavy cat up and walk around with him and he just sits there with a grumpy face and everyone is worried she's annoying him but he's actually just chilling and kinda likes her.
The next is Kit. Kit is a purebred Sphynx that Fiona got from a gang of traffickers. It was a bunch of these chicken cats that they were trying to take to the use to sell to breeders and skinners. She rescued all and decided to keep one. Kit is very very affectionate and snuggly. He loves cuddling with Fiona at night and following her around during the day. Whenever she's not around her berries himself in Kot's fur and sleeps right there. He's not very suited for the eternal Ostanian fall so he has to be kept properly warm and is very pampered.
He's obviously the Yor parallel. Initially seen as weird and unusual, most people prefer to avoid him, and some even scream and run. In reality, he's actually the sweetest, most gentle cat of the bunch. Again, he is super affectionate and very extroverted. He's very social and warms up to the Forgers immediately. He even gets along with Bond loving to really get caught up in the big dogs endless fluff. Yor at first was creeper out by him but ended really warming up to him, and he spends most of his time there just following her around and accepting so many pets.
Koshka is the baby. Nightfall got her from the old man spy. He saw how sad she was because Twilight was too busy with Operation Strix and thought she just needed a baby for herself and that she did. Koshka is extremely energetic, like constantly bursting with energy. Stuck in an eternal state of zoomies. She's actually albino with a thick white coat, blue eyes, and partial deafness. She was born on some breeding farm and deemed defective and was set to be put down before old man spy got his hands on her. She's only around 6-9 months, so really a baby.
She's again meant to parallel Anya, I think he description alone shows why. Interestingly, though, she's Loid's favorite. He never liked cats because he thought they were mean and very solitary animals. He liked dogs because they're more social and just seemed more useful. Koshka absolutely broke his brain with her very dog like personality. She was super clingy and nagish just like Bond and would actually start climbing him if he didn't tend to her in time. She would be bolting back and forth through the house, jumping all over the furniture like an energetic puppy. At first, Loid found it annoying, but it also felt so familiar. Because she's so young, she hasn't been trained, so he enjoys dealing with this unpredictable little kitten.
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jellymeduza · 10 months ago
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1250 followers gift - take a peek at my medievalish fantasy game (part 2/?)
part 1
And we return to Dunceville to pay a visit to the royals. I'll try to give this time my characters a longer backstory as this neighbourhood is much older than Darkville. Let's start with Claudiuses.
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Until recently the head of the house was king August the Mad. His wife was queen Bona.
They both died of old age - Bona died first having reached her lifetime want - to have 6 grandchildren. She achieved it pretty early as her younger son has 11 children (all out of wedlock). She never met those kids, but she ordered her servants to inform her. She was happy her bloodline is so strong, so she pretended she didn't know about Caligula's affairs. Her aspiration was family (obviously). Personality: 7/4/1/8/5, light sleeper
August the Mad surely deserved his nickname - his wife died during their golden jubilee and he still deemed it the best party ever. 🤣 He was also flirting during that party with Victoria the Elder Darius. Why not? 🤷‍♀️He outlived his wife by mere few days. His first aspiration was family and second fortune. He's maxed his logic and charisma skills, and had 5 points of condition and creativity. Personality: 5/9/3/8/0, insane
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forgive me an outdated picture - I bought them a new throne with a blue sitting
August and Bona had got 3 children: Arthur, Cecylia and Caligula.
Following the death of August the Mad, Arthur became new king and shares his kingdom with his father-in-law, Konrad the Ginger. He's dutiful and noble, but a bit naive. He loves his wife dearly - she's probably the only person for whom he's willing to bent the law. He admires her for the strength of her character, independence and wit. He also cares for his sister, Cecylia Darius.
However, his got terrible realtionship with his brother - they are enemies. After Bona's death family stopped ignoring Caligula's affairs, which resulted in numerous arguments. One day Caligula tried to flirt with his sister-in-law, which Fiona didn't take lightly. Although heavily pregnant at the time, she drew a sword and started a fight with Caligula. Unfortunately, defending himself Caligula accidentally killed her and ran away in panic. Distraught, Arthur called for the wizard serving at Dariuses' court, but it was too late to help Fiona. Wizard, Eugene Magic, consulted his family and they came up with a way to bring the queen back. Fiona was brought back, but something went wrong during the rite (probably due to the blood curse) and she returned as a vampire. Wizards are afraid that reverting vampirism might also revert bringing the queen back, so they can't currently cure her. While Arthur's love hasn't faltered, his wife's condition scares him. The first days were especially difficult as she was trying to bite him all the time, not being able to sate her thirst. Luckily, smart plantman living in the rural area is growing special fruit that works as a substitute for blood. Fiona's vampirism is a strictly confidential information known only to the Claudiuses, the Dariuses and the clan of witches.
Arthur's personality: 5/3/7/3/7, good, hopeless romantic. His first aspiration is family and second is popularity. He's got condition maxed, 8 points of charisma and 5 points of logic and mechanical. His favourite colour is blue.
Fiona was born to the royal house of Darius and was married into the house of Claudius. She's daughter of Victoria the Elder and Konrad the Ginger and sister to Władysław IV. At first she was highly sceptical of her engagement to Arthur (she's got red memory). She was worried he would perceive her the way her brother does - as someone weaker and dependent, while she is certain she would make a much better ruler than Władysław IV - he only had the luck of being born a man. But eventually Arthur gained her respect (and heart) and they make a pretty happy marriage. Fiona likes reading about new inventions and sparring duels with her husband. Thanks to plasma fruit and potions that allow her to walk in the sunlight her vampirism is quite bearable. She hates Caligula with burning passion, but is friends with Cecylia Darius and the noble house of Watch.
Fiona's personality: 5/8/6/3/3, adventurous, brave, ambitious. Her first aspiration is family and second is knowledge. Her favourite colour is black. She's logical (7 points), she also has 6 points of condition and 5 points of creativity.
Arthur and Fiona have got 4 children: Julia, Agrippa, Victoria and Kunegunda. All kids are friends with their royal cousins of house Darius.
Julia (the girl in blue dress) is the eldest child. Personality: 10/10/4/4/7, brave, good, snob. Her favourite colour is blue.
Agrippa is the second child and only son. Personality: 5/8/6/3/3 (he takes after his mother), brave, good, animal lover. His favourite colour is blue.
Victoria (the girl in red dress) is the third child and as a part of peace agreement wears the colours of house Darius. She doesn't mind that as red is her favourite colour. Personality: 5/3/7/3/7, heavy sleeper, absent-minded.
Kunegunda is the fourth child and is still a baby. She was born after Fiona's revival (technically she was revived together with her mother) and she was born with red eyes. Personality: 10/1/10/3/3
Claudiuses have got a cat - Alegra. They bought her when she was a kitten. Alegra is genius, mid between lazy and hyper, mid between independant and friendly, cowardly, finicky.
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Following the accident (he didn't mean to kill Fiona! It's not his fault she's hot and he saw her everyday, alright?), Caligula ran away, grew long hair and a beard to avoid being recognised. He now lives in the rural area outside the city. Even though he is not only banished, but also highly wanted (both kings want him dead for his deed), he sometimes goes to the city to have a drink in the inn or to pick up on some lady. He was his mother's favourite child, and she accepted that he didn't want to marry. He remains a single to this day.
His job at the court was to attend ceremonies and parties (his job was slacker), but he managed to slack off even in that to go on a date with a lady. Basically, he was useless as he never had any ambition to take his brother's seat - Arthur had responsibilities and Caligula could live the pleasant, carefree live of a royal younger son.
He is father of 11 children with 8 women - there was a set of triplets and a pair of twins. What can I say, he's very fertile. xD Surely he's not prejudiced - he's slept with noble women, he's slept with burgher women, he's slept with peasants. He also slept with a mermaid, two witches and a fairy. He tried to woo an elvish lady, but she clearly wasn't interested,
As soon as a lady becomes pregnant, he quits a relationship. Sometimes he ends an affair even sooner.
One day he found a basket with a baby and a note "Jocasta Samurai". The girl is dark-skinned, but Caligula is willing to believe she's his own. The problem is, he doesn't recall meeting with a woman with last name being "Samurai" and he's slept with 5 dark-skinned women at least three of them were literate.
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Personality: 5/9/3/8/0, commitment issues, heavy sleeper. His aspiration is pleasure and second is romance. He's got high condition (8), he's also creative (7), charismatic (6) and quite logical (5).
Jocasta Samurai is the only child of Caligula that got to meet its father. She was abandoned by her mother, Berta Watch (5th on the relationship view above). Personality: 4/8/6/10/7.
Next up: the Dariuses!
part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8
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