#give her all the pegasi

[queercontrarian]

Gwyneth Berdara

Priestess. Carynthian. Valkyrie.

[starry-bi-sky]

finally giving fem danyal her own au and fulfilling my 'danny is an animal whisperer' agenda at the same time: mother of monsters danyal 2.0

i say "2.0" because TECHNICALLY 'mother of monsters danyal' is an au I made back in June for Dark fem!Danyal (who I promptly named Layal). However, I haven't posted much for her yet, and I like the "mother of monsters" premise too much to leave it only to Layal. Plus Danyal in that au was going to become the mother of monsters anyway, just with significantly less world domination and mass extinction.

'Animal whisperer' Danny has been something I've been thinking about since my latest DP 'wolfpack au' post and it's! So fun to think about, and who no better to assign the idea to than Danyal Al Ghul? Who comes from a family infamously known for their love of animals and nature?

Fem Danyal is just purely self-indulgent. *gestures wildly at her* i just lomvb,,, her,,,, I've only really mentioned her in context of the 'Things in Threes' au/my first Danyal al Ghul au with the facial scar, but she's!!! I love her. She deserves her own au <33

So kill three birds with one stone! Make a post about it.

Anyways, Danny has a large lair. Similar to cult leader danyal, her lair is a giant mountain region resembling nanda parbat with a big temple/palace-like area built into the mountain. It's large, it's overflowing with natural flora, with its own mini-floating islands hovering over some areas, and it's also completely empty.

Danny takes one look at her lair upon first meeting, -- noting that it looked relatively smaller from the outside -- and promptly, with the elegance of an Al Ghul, goes "What the hell??" Because yes, while she does enjoy her own solitude and privacy, this is a bit ridiculous.

For heaven's sake, there's even a massive lake in there! What's she going to do with all this space? Can she make it any smaller? Why is it so big in the first place? This looks borderline like one of the mega-islands!

She finds out later that apparently, the amount of ectoplasm a ghost has can have an effect on the size of their lair. And since she has such a large core, her lair reflects that. Wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff, it's bigger on the inside so it doesn't take up "too much space" on the outside. Don't worry about it too much.

Danyal isn't totally opposed to having such a large lair, she's just... a bit baffled by it. It feels like so much wasted space is all. All this flora and no fauna to enjoy it with. It's practically eerie.

She decorates her temple-palace area, transforming rooms to match her needs as she sees fit. In the center of the inner gardens is a massive tree that she likes to climb, with twisting, winding branches. Sam and Tucker have honorary rooms, even if they can't safely leave the specter speeder for long periods of time, even with proper safety equipment. So does Jazz. Ali (Dani) has one too, but he can actually use that one, and Danny brought him to her lair so he could decorate it himself.

She has a personal garden, but for the most part she lets the flora exist as it is. Too much space to cultivate it en masse anyways.

Skip to a few weeks later, on her next visit to Clockwork. She developed a habit of going to see him semi-regularly just because. She enjoys his wisdom, and he has a lot of stories to tell, and when he's not being the cryptic and esoteric timekeeper, he's a bit goofy.

(pushing my dadwork agenda here,,, i think Danny deserves to go 'hey, Lord Clockwork, do you want me to buy you something' while she's at walmart, only to receive a singular glowing sticky note that says 'cucumber gatorade'.)

(She insists on referring to him with his proper titles even for the most mundane of things because it's proper, but Clockwork sees a future where she eventually calls him "Cee" and by all things in existence is he determined to get there. Anyways,,,)

On her next visit to Clockwork, just as she is about to leave, Clockwork stops her and goes; "Ah, I have something for you. Hold out your hands."

Danny does as such, and Clockwork doesn't give out things often, so her curiosity has spiked to the highest levels. He turns away from her for a moment, using his staff to summon whatever it is he needs, and when he turns around.

He drops a fish into her hands. Granted, a fish in a small glass tank. But a fish nonetheless. A small one, roughly about the size of her finger, with a blue-black, eel-shaped body and four sets of glowing eyes. She can see thin, almost translucent, but spiny fins down its back and the start of bioluminescent markings. It's swimming around in circles in its small container.

"Lord Clockwork." Danyal says all too calmly.

"Yes, Danyal?"

"What is this?"

"That is an adolescent leviathan, Danyal." She’s transfixed onto the tank, but she doesn’t need to see Clockwork’s face to hear the smile he’s stifling.

The myriad of emotions that runs through her all at once threatens to overwhelm her, and she can’t tell if the feelings are negative or positive. So she carefully closes her eyes to breathe in through her nose.

“Clockwork.”

“Ah, I see you’ve dropped formalities.”

She ignores that.

“Why have you given me an adolescent leviathan?”

She's expecting the trickster to look amused when she opens her eyes. Instead, he just looks endeared. "I know you're fond of animals," he says, "and you always look amazed when you come across an animal of the realms. So I thought you might enjoy taking care of the young beast, it's mother is dead so it has no one to care for it."

Oh.

"But, if you don't like it," Clockwork's hands reach out for the tank, "I can simply take it back--"

Danyal shifts the tank out from his reach and hugs it possessively. "I never said that. How do I care for it?"

And so clockwork gives her a list, and when Danyal returns to her lair, she sets up a large tank in her room for the leviathan to swim in -- it's much too small for the lake right now, she thinks. She'll feel better if it's somewhere she can find it. She names him Suhā.

Suhā grows quickly, and by the end of the mortal month she transforms one of the rooms into a large pond for him to swim around in. He's a very loyal beast, recognizing her as it's mother of some kind. Danyal takes great care ensuring that her beastie gets quality care, and Suhā swims to the surface to see her when he senses her in the room.

It spirals from there. Somehow, Pandora catches wind that Clockwork gave her a leviathan, and so the next time Danyal visits the Greater Athens, she gives her a baby chimera. It's eyes are still sealed shut, Danyal can't bring herself to say no. She names the little beastie Firas.

Frostbite hears about it too, and not to be outdone, gives her an animal she's never even heard of. Infinite-realms born, apparently. A fox-like creature with two small horns like an impala, four eyes, and tall legs. The name isn't something she's quite sure how to write down, and she's positive that her friends won't be able to comprehend it. She names her Eira.

Getting the three of them used to each other was... interesting. Suhā tried to eat Firas when Danyal first introduced the two, and they've hated each other ever since. Firas and Eira are seemingly getting along. Her island already feels full enough with the three of them on it.

Of course, that's not the end of it. With her luck, she begins stumbling across other monsters. Realms-borne or otherwise. An injured hydra in the Grecian islands that, through lots of trial and error, Danyal is able to rehabilitate and heal. It routinely comes to visit her afterwards.

A griffin with a broken wing that she moves permanently to the island that likes to keep to itself, but tends to come down when she's near. It gets along best with Firas.

A panther-like monster from the Shades Woods that had six legs and three tails, with ends that reminded her of a venus flytrap. It stuck around the heavy foliage and she can only make out where it was when she saw its golden eyes reflect.

She befriends a young indrik with its leg injured, and much like the hydra it follows her back to her island, and stays there in the mountains. It comes out when she's alone, much like her other beasts.

She receives two more leviathan -- one from clockwork, and one she finds herself while exploring the deeper and darker recesses of the Ghost Zone. It was huddled against the carcass of its mother, and she managed to befriend and get close enough to it to bring it back to her island. Suhā is fully grown by then, with a head bigger than Danyal herself and he still likes to stick her head out of the water for nuzzles when she's near.

He's not very happy with his new siblings, but he's not trying to eat them when she's not looking. So she calls it a win in her book.

And it's not just large beasts either; smaller animals begin popping up when she's not looking. Bird-like creatures and small mammals, and she swears she saw a doe (or something resembling a doe) grazing in the forest while she was walking by.

She takes back with her a lone snake egg once, and it grows so big it wraps around her island and sleeps with its massive head on the mountain beside the temple, like some smaller breed of Jörmungandr.

And on and on it goes. Some of the beasts she comes across never step foot onto her island, some of them follow her back, while others she has to carry back. Not all of the ones that follow her stay, and Danny rehabilitates the injured and releases them when they're fully healed.

It's hectic, and busy, and frankly she loves it. Some of her rehabilitated beasts return to visit her, or to have their children somewhere on the island, or whatever it is they need to do.

She becomes a bit infamous for it. She goes to visit Dorathea once, and as she's walking through the streets she can hear some of the denizens whispering while she walks past.

"Is that her?"

"Her highness' friend? Yes--"

"--that's the one--"

"--Mother of monsters--"

Danny's not sure how to feel about that.

Although, she can't say she's opposed.

Danyal Al Ghul, Mother of monsters, raiser of beasts. It has a nice ring to it.

[retromochi]

lovingly still drawing mlp redesigns in the year of our lord 2024 these are kind of for a very casual next gen au of mine, but honestly i just like imagining ponies in different ways :-) (more info + headcanons under the cut!)

fluttershy: - trans (she/her), sapphic, autistic - she's a deerpony mix, with her maternal grandmother being a deer and her maternal grandfather a pegasus. - has sensory issues with cutting her hair, so she's content to just let it be long. - has large wings, but not a lot of strength. she's better at gliding, and can't really get herself into the air very well. - tallest of the mane six. twilight: - nonbinary (they/she), bisexual, autistic - all ponies have magic in them that can give their bodies physical changes, with twilight being an extreme example. the star patterns on her chest appeared after wielding the elements of harmony for the first time, the stars on her hooves appeared after becoming an alicorn, and the yellow streak in her hair appeared after defeating tirek. - has fairly bad eyesight, but prefers using her glasses rather than using magic to fix her vision. - can't fly as fast as most pegasi, but has good endurance. - shortest of the mane six, although she's only barely shorter than rainbow. pinkie pie: - gnc (any pronouns, but loves being called sister), pansexual - her full name is rose quartz pie, in line with the rock and gemstone theme in her family, but pinkie was a nickname that just stuck. - chiffon swirl/mrs. cake is her maternal aunt, they have more in common than pinkie does with her mom, but pinkie loves them both equally. - her strength nearly rivals applejack, she has super strong legs from bouncing and jumping everywhere. applejack: - bigender (he/she), sapphic - inherited her father's hat and her mother's hairbands - all of the apple siblings have accessories left to them by their parents. - prefers going by AJ or jackie, only granny smith usually calls her by her full name. - ties up her hair when working, and keeps the fetlocks on her back hooves trimmed short.

rainbow dash: - nonbinary (he/she/they), queer, ADHD - like twilight, rainbow has extreme examples of her body changing with magic. her cutie mark got longer after performing each sonic rainboom, and the colors in her hair appeared after she got her cutie mark to begin with. - originally named bluejay dash, changed her name to match her new look. her parents still call her "jay" from time to time. - never quite shook the rainbow crash nickname, she's a great flier but not so great at landings. has a fair share of scrapes and bruises, but they dont bother her. rarity: - cis (she/her), omnisexual - part crystal pony on her dad's side, her mane and coat have a slight crystaline look to them in the right light. - changes her hairstyle a lot, but has it tied up when working in her studio. - crafts beautiful jewelry, in addition to her clothes and accessories.

[captainzigo]

master post of all the content ive made for freako funtime icecream surprise so far. she is a pinkie clone from the mirror pool. she survived, and wants revenge on twilight for killing her sisters, and giving her all this body dysmorphia from blasting her hand off. she is two face like from batman which i think is cool. that other pinkie clone is confetti cakepop who was made by @idiotvision who is much more successful living in secret and not wanting revenge. she takes freako in out of pitty. girlboy failed clone of twilight is just that. hes from an au im working on where evil fascist pegasi are trying to artificially create an alicorn as part of a plot to take over equestria.

below the break is links to fanart of freako. and other pinky clone ocs who self report to be inspired be her.

[ma1dita]

🐥 okay but how about a lil something based off of lyrics from 18 by Anarbor

So if you wanna piss off your parents, date me to scare them

Show them you're all grown up

If long hair and tattoos are what attract you

Baby then you're in luck

And I know it's just a phase

You're not in love with me

You wanna piss off your parents, baby

Piss off your parents

That's alright with me

dionysus!reader just turned 18 and is proving to her dad that she's all grown up but D won't listen cuz she's the only girl child he has so she dates the golden boy of camp, Luke Castellan to piss off her dad which he doesn't approve bcs well, he's his father's son

🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥

luke castellan x dionysus!reader

a/n: yall know i love a dionysus!reader. in a world where rick didn't write children's books, luke castellan would've had tattoos and definitely fucked. anyways suggestive content ahead!!

wc: 692

You were only going to date Luke Castellan to prove a point.

You’re 18 now, and it’s about time that daddy dearest takes you seriously. Being Dionysus’ only daughter meant that you were essentially kept under lock and key, and it was so unfair in the grand scheme of things—there’s inhibitions inside you that beg to be set free… It’s not your fault. Might as well hit him where it hurts—so you went for the bane of Mr. D’s godly existence, also known as Luke Castellan.

It’s not your fault that your dad’s temper drove you to the doorstep of Cabin 11, twirling your hair between your fingers as you waited to see their cabin counselor. He sauntered over to the door with a half-grin on his face, slinging his arm to lean against the doorframe as he hovers over you. It’s not often that Camp Half-Blood’s princess comes asking for a favor. You always get what you want, even without asking, so it was a surprise to hear you give him the proposition of being in a fake relationship.

Truthfully, there was nothing in it for him. He’s a nice guy, and Luke just loves to piss your dad off. To outsiders, there was nothing that made more sense than Mr. D’s little girl dating the camp hero–Luke’s hand gripping your waist like it’s a vice and you pressing kisses onto his jaw and neck unlike the innocent girl everyone thought you were. Holding hands in public, sucking face at the bonfire, playing house with the campers—it was all part of a show that everyone adored, all except for Mr. D.

Your dad saw straight through it—hating that you had to pick a son of Hermes, hating the reality of his daughter entangling herself with the older boy who’s innate nature is to trick and deceive and penetrate through the many defenses your father set to protect you. It’s his fault for raising you to make everyone eat out of the palm of your hand. You always get what you want, and even daddy’s little princess isn’t safe from the wiles of that scar-faced sucker. It was a losing battle, even for the god of insanity—poor guy pulling at his graying hair at the conduct report Chiron put on his desk a few weeks later. 

Getting caught in the stables with Luke’s hand up your skirt and your soft hands grazing the tattoos along his torso wasn’t necessarily part of the plan. The two of you were moving hay bales for the pegasi and it was hard work (that you made Luke do as you sat pretty on an overturned bucket). He was glistening with sweat, lifting his shirt to wipe his mouth—revealing the cascading tattoos along his ribcage and infiltrating your mind with other things he could put his mouth to if he wanted. 

Who are we kidding—you want Luke Castellan, and you’ll be damned if you don’t have him right now.

All it took was scrunching up the hem of your denim skirt over your crossed legs and smiling at him in the sunlight and he was on you—twisting and writhing in hay as you kissed like your lives depended on it, even without an audience. The grins on both your faces signaled that neither of you cared, him grabbing the plush of your ass and you raking your nails up the back of his neck. Luke presses kisses into your collarbone, whispering things your dad would smite him for, but to you, it was like he was putting in the password to your untapped thirst. Ecstasy was about to unfurl with how his fingers played with the band of your underwear, tiny noises and nods letting him know he was doing everything right. It’s not your fault, really—you just want to prove a point!

But then the both of you were caught red-handed by a satyr, lips kiss-swollen and giggling at how he unraveled you so quickly. A conduct report was filed, but it didn’t stop Luke from finding new ways to unlock your deepest desires.

Besides, picking at locks is part of Luke’s expertise, among other things.

[dandytron2000]

My Little Dungeon AU pony magic explained

The three types of pony magic; unicorn, earth pony and pegasi are fundamentally the same, the only difference is how it's cast.

All pony magic comes from something known as candy dust. It's a subclass of mana, which comes from the breaches between the physical and the magical world. Ponies themselves are creatures originally from the magic world that migrated to the physical world so long ago nobody remembers how or why it happened. Candy dust is an especially potent type of mana that can only be safely used by magic world natives. Some ponies are also able to make limited contact with other creatures from their native dimension, enhancing their magic further.

Unicorn magic: Name of Control

Unicorns use raw star dust without any aid from spirits by cultivating their pure magic roots. It takes an iron will and a strong character with maybe a bit of narcissism to become a powerful caster as a unicorn. It is very dangerous to create new spells, one wrong step may result in a disaster. Majority of unicorns learn their magic through experience of others as to avoid dealing with the risks of candy dust blowing up in their face.

Twilight is a bit of a nutjob when it comes to magic so after she learned every spell she was interested in from the books, she disregarded all warnings and started creating her own spells. She did succeed, creating numerous new, powerful spells and earning herself the title of a warrior princess, but she did pay the price. The unsuccessful attempts left permanent scars, most noticeable being the star mark on her face and the wing-like mark on her back.

Rarity also uses Control, though in a significantly different way from unicorns. She uses the vibration of impact instead of raw will to manipulate candy dust, mainly by tapping her hoof in certain rhythmic patterns. It becomes much stronger when done in water.

Earth pony magic: Name of Cooperation

Cooperation is arguably the most versatile out of the three types. Unlike Control and Cohabitation that have very strict limits put on them unless you're fucking unhinged and are willing to risk your life, Cooperation is only limited by how much work you are willing to put into mastering it. Name of Cooperation is all about working together. It is usually cast through song, the more powerful spells requiring a chorus of sometimes dozens of ponies.

It takes a pony to be completely in tune with nature, their peers and the world at large, as well as deep compassion for others and high empathy to become a great mage as an earth pony. Having a good ear for music also helps, but chanting is just as effective as singing for most spells.

It is also quite common for earth ponies to work with creatures from the magic world. It's quite rare, but some families, including the Apple family, have guardian spirits they believe to be their ancestors. They hold yearly festivals to honor the spirits with song for the magic and food for the friends. It's unclear if there is any real correlation or not, but ponies from families that honor their spirits tend to be more powerful mages than their peers.

Pegasi magic: Name of Cohabitation

Pegasi are able to concenrate large amounts of candy dust within their bodies, which makes them quite close in nature to a pure magic creature which gives them the ability of flight, to walk on water and clouds as well as almost effortless control over some phenomena. Pegasi essentially are part spirits because of this. It takes a relaxed, open-minded, and free individual to become a truly powerful pegasi. Because of their more closely aligned nature, pegasi are able to sense spirits more clearly. All ponies have some sort of feel for spirits, but it's more of that they'll feel off if there aren't any spirits around, while pegasi can sense them as if they were present on the same physical plain as ponies, they are even able to tell what type of spirit and how strong it is. Some can communicate with the spirits and even make deals and contracts, further enhancing their magic potential.

Fluttershy is a great example of a pegasi that made a deal with a spirit. She, much like most of her family for many generations had made a pact with a powerful wolf-like spirit from the everfree forest. It increased her every physical characteristic and gave her strong healing magic, but the wolf spirit's power also permanently changed her appearance and made her a carnivore.

Her younger brother Zephyr also has a pact with a wolf, though instead of healing magic he had received clairvoyance, and her older brother Angel had made a pact with a killer rabbit, which is a strange choice for an animal sprit in the Shy werewolf family but it seems to be working out for him just fine.

Chaos magic

A rare form of magic, also called Name of Null, it uses very potent and unstable mana that comes from the world above the equestrian dungeon. It is largely absent below the middle point of the sky dome and peaks of the northern mountains, but ponies that once used this potent mana seem to never be able to get rid of it even if they go far away from the source. It gets stuck in their hair, in their fur and even in their mind like a whole lot of invisible magic glitter.

It's difficult to classify the way chaos magic is cast into specific types, however it can be similar to a combination of some aspects from multiple Names ponies use.

Pinkie pie concentrates a lot of Null mana which gives her the supernatural senses she is known for, and uses strange verbal magic practiced only by the witches of the Pie family.

Rainbow Dash accumulates mana just like any pegasus would, but because of the limited exposure to Null mana, some of it got mixed into her candy dust. While it's not a lot, taking up less than 20% of her total mana she is able to use it very effectively by controlling the chaos magic the same way a unicorn would. This allows her to do tricks physically impossible for a regular pegasus!

Discord, on the other hand, is a unique case. He has never used any of the Names ponies use, so he developed a unique style of chaos magic. Anything he thinks of could just, conjure itself into reality at any moment. He has no control over what comes to be and what doesn't, the only thing he seems to have any control over is the colors and patterns of his body. Though, many changes seem to be involuntary and dependant on his emotions. His mother says he should make a pact with a greater spirit to gain control over his power, but he adamantly refuses to do so as spirits scare him and he doesn't want them to touch him.

[readychilledwine]

Do you think each court has their own winged fae? I read Home to Me and can't stop thinking of it.

Absolutely

The Winged Fae of Prythian Headcanons

Warnings - references to wing sensitivity in all ways, long post, sad back stories

A/n - poll at the end for giggles

Dawn - The Peregryn

Similar to the Illyrians, Peregryns are a warrior breed of winged fae

Liz personally pictured hawk to falcon like wings

Their wings allow them to be agile and very fast due to how narrow they are in comparison to Illyrian wings

Their wings are sensitive like Illyrians, but due to the protection the feathers provide, you have to be a little rougher for the same reactions.

Their wings are considered very sacred.

If you were to court a Peregryn male, if they intend to marry you, they will pluck one of their feathers, causing them pain, and offer it to you. Mainly, females will weave that feather in their hair, carrying a piece of their husband at all times.

Peregryn females offer similar tokens to their loves. Males will turn them to writing quills, signing important documents as if their wife is right beside them.

Day - The Celestine

The Celestine are a thought to be an extinct race. They were hunted down by Amarantha's forces.

She did not stop until every last one she knew of was wiped from the court, a cold and calculated move she knew hurt Helion and his father

The Celestine got their name from their wings. Feathers of pure white that glitter gold in the Day Court sunlight. They were thought to be celestial bodies until one of the former Lords of Day finally approached one and realized they were fae

They were a breed of scholars, specifically studying the pegasus. Before Amarantha's attack, you would commonly see them flying with the majestic horses and handling their care.

There are a handful left that warded themselves with the remaining pegasi. The race is slowly rebuilding, but like all fae, pregnancy is rare.

Helion has kept them secret, finding them much to valuable to his court to risk someone getting the same idea.

The Celestine do not have wing sensitivity the way Illyrians and Peregryn do. Their feathers are rather thick.

They do still use their wings as a courting symbol. They will turn a few feather into a clip for their partner's hair. The clips are traditional gold with gems.

Night - The Illyrians

Arguably the most powerful of the Winged fae, the Illyrians reside in the mountains of the Night Court

They are a race of warriors with strong bat like wings.

Due to their wings being so exposed, they are highly sensitive. You could gently run the back of your finger along the ridge and bring a grown male to his knees.

Wings are not used for courting purposes to illyrians, but they are seen as sacred. To touch an illyrian's wings is a great privilege.

Female wings are typically larger than male wings. Hince why they are clipped during a female's first cycle. It makes them non functional and stops them from overshadowing the males.

Autumn - The Leaf Folk

The Leaf Folk race is truly extinct. The Autumn Lords hunted them down like it was a sport for their unique wings.

Their wings were seen as treasures to the people of Autumn due to them being so similar to the leaves of the forest, thus making them a desired object for mating presents and a sign of wealth

They were peaceful fae. Their sole purpose was maintaining the apple trees, ensuring each and every single one was perfect and producing ripe fruits.

Their wings make crinkling noises like autumn leaves as well, giving them camouflage and protection.

Little is known regarding their courting traditions, but it is known they rarely bred or married outside of their own kind

Beron had met one. A female. It was during his youth, before he had been fully corrupted by his father. He learned firsthand how sensitive their wings were.

Just a breath could make this fae putty.

Since the last female was found, her wings now splayed in the Autumn Court throne room long after her death, there's rot settling into the court.

It started in the orchard furthest from the Forest House and has slowly spread.

The last female had whispered something in a tongue no one understood. Centuries later, Eris discovered it was a curse. One that would end when the love of the last female met his death.

Summer - The Stormmakers

The pride of the summer court.

Rich deep grey wings that spark with lightning, the Stormmakers can change the weather with just a breath of magic.

Their wings blend perfectly into storm clouds, their favorite place to play.

Touching their wings is dangerous. They carry lightning in every feather. It can make for an exciting experience if you are into that type of play, though.

They typically do not feel the touch on their wings due to the numbness the constant sparking caused

They are a thriving race, and most are found in their small community they have carved out in a cave.

Courting is not a thing amoung this race. They marry young based on deals made by their parents to ensure a strong bloodline

Spring - Flower Folk

The flower folk are treasures to the Spring Court.

Their wings come in a variety of colors, shapes, and styles, but they are all consistently irredescent and translucent.

They are very peaceful and almost always unseen. Their magic allows them to change their sizes, and most choose to live in fae gardens and houses set up by children in Spring.

They work with pollinators to keep the flowers and fruits growing and producing.

Their wings break very easily due to how thin they are. They do not partake in wing play with just anyone for that reason.

These fae learned to communicate with bees, so it is very common to see them dancing, little pieces of sparkling fae dust coming off them as they do

These are the fae humans warn their children most about, the playful pixies who will lead them into dangerous fae traps.

These fae offer each other butterflies as a courting gift. To exchange a butterfly with them is to accept their offer of marriage due to how sacred they see their winged friends.

Winter - Ice Spirits

Rarely seen and very deadly

These fae have been known to freeze others for discovering their hide outs.

They were once believed to be myth, a nightmare mother's warned their faelings about.

One was dragged to Kallias's father by her hair, and that bond snapping led to one of winter's most well-kept secrets.

They want to be left alone. Do you know how hard it is to maintain winter over four courts?

Their wings look soft, but they are actually made of snow and ice. You can't melt them, though, don't worry.

They hold a soft spot of their Lord and Lady, always willing to take a load off his shoulders and rebuild broken ice dams.

Rhys once approached them asking for more snow fall in Velaris. Mistake. Huge. Mistake.

These fae are well known for their ice sports, but be prepared to watch from a distance

They tried to teach Kal how to ice skate once, he is too muscular to be graceful on the ice and had to instead settle for what they call "hockey." The High Lord has received a few black eyes during his time playing.

These fae also tend to only marry within their own kind.

They purpose with a snowflake they hand crafted. The more intricate the pattern, the longer your love took to craft it for you.

Their wings are always numbed due to how cold they are, but they absolutely love temperature play. Warmth is such a rare thing for them to feel, and it makes their wings very sensitive.

[ashleyfableblack]

Applejack wiped the sweat from her brow. She set the hammer aside and groaned. Her hooves were sore from the day's chores and adding putting up a billboard on top of the list had been a bit more tiring than the middle-aged mare had expected.

Rainbow Dash wrapped a hoof around her wife and appraised her work. With a peck on the neck and a poke in the ribs she gave up a smirk of approval. "Not bad. Not bad. Nice work, hon."

"Heh" Applejack chuckled, rising to her hooves. "Eeyep."

Rainbow Dash joined in her knowing chuckle. "So, what made you finally decide to put it up?"

Applejack gave her partner's hoof a pat, looking over the bright yellow billboard. In white letters, trimmed it black it read "No Hate In Our Holler". She had wanted to be sure it would be in a highly visible place somewhere well-trafficked so she had chosen the Northeastern trail. Dubbed "The Naughty Nor-easter" for it's reputation as a place for young lovers to take romantic walks together, it was a long, broad dirt path which bordered their family orchard closest to Ponyville and facing New Canterlot.

"You 'n me, Dashie. We're, well, celebrities. We're heroes to a whole mess of folkes."

Rainbow Dash grinned, giving AJ a squeeze. "Well, yeah." Rainbow said matter-of-factly "We are pretty awesome."

Applejack's jade eyes trailed to the nearby field. Amid the waves of short green shoots and fluffy patches of clover, their little Filly, R.J. giggled and squealed. The tiny orange pegasus awkwardly stumbled about in circles, playing with the family dog, Winona and one of their family's two on-site security-hoofs, a Changeling they called Blue. Blue usually took the form of a grey-muzzled Blue-heeler hound, as she did now and could often be found by Winona's side. Blue seemed to have a certain fondness for the old border collie which Applejack only understood well enough to understand that she didn't understand.

"We've done a lot to make this world a better place. For all the young'uns. But for her? OUR little R.J.? Is it enough?" She gave her partner's hoof a concerned squeeze. "What if she grows up and falls for one of them Changelin' gals?"

Rainbow Dash's brow furrowed. "Well, we wouldn't care."

"Well of course, we wouldn't. Most folkes wouldn't. Still, there's some ponies out there with their noses in the air and sticks up their backsides who'd be awful to them. The same ones who'd be all rude to you'n me on accounts of us bein' what we are."

"A Pegasus and an Earth Pony?"

Applejack nodded, her nostrils flared and jaw clenched. "Yeahp. And that ain't right, Dashie. That ain't right and that ain't no way to treat a body. And if THAT's the legacy we're leaving for our little R.J. then, elements or not, what kind of mamas are we?"

"Yeah. You know, that last time we all went out to The Lavendar Saddle, Chryssi was telling me that in the Stormlands, some of those creepy jerks would actually even hate on us just for us both being mares?"

Applejack jerked around to glare at her wife in wide-eyed shock. "Say what?"

Rainbow Dash raised a wing, folding a few feathers like fingers in a promisory salute. "Swear to P.W."

"You gotta be kidding me. What kinda stone-age, bass-ackwards tom-foolery is that?"

"I know, right?" The pegasus ruffled her crest of chest fluff with a snort of disdain. "I mean, it's not ALL of them but enough that it's actually a problem for the rest of their kingdom."

"Well, I'll be…" Applejack shook her had and whistled. "I know that us ponies had a problem with that nonsense WAY back in the old days but… Coo-whee."

"Yeah." Rainbow's feathers ruffled, flush with Equestrian patriotism. "But that was, like a THOUSAND years ago, maybe. And even then it was just the stuffy old-money unicorn jerks from up in the richie-rich mountains.

Applejack nodded. "Well, anyhoof, this country that Twi and that bughorse wife a'hers are building, this 'New Equestria', it's gonna be a place for all critters to live together. Ponies 'n Pegasi, Unicorns 'n Yaks, Changelings, Lovebugs, Griffins, Kirins and… well, all folkes. Just a-living and a-loving, together. Nobody fightin'. Nobody feudin'. Nobody looking down on anybody. It's gonna take a lotta work but for our little R.J.? That's a place worth fightin' for, even for old gals like us."

"Hey, don't go calling my wife old, cowgirl." Rainbow mussed her wife's mane with the feather fingers of her wings. "That's the right way to catch these hoofs, you, get me?"

Applejack gave her partner a playful punch in the shoulder and gestured towards the sign. "I recollect an old gal, some of our kin- a loooong ways back, once saying something like "Whenever one pony stands up and says 'Wait a minute, this is wrong’ it helps other ponies do the same."

Rainbow Dash nodded, proudly draping her wings around her wife in a protective embrace. The two mares looked to the horizon as the sounds of their daughter's laughter echoed on the sweet summer breeze. "And who better to stand up and say it but the Sweet Apple Acres Elements of Harmony?"

Inspired by the work of the Concerned Appalachians and everyone who came before to stand up and say "Wait a minute, this is wrong."

[gamerbearmira]

Elements of Family

Or whatever

Basically an MLP au with Encanto. Grandkids ‼️‼️ basically Mirabel is trying to earn her wings and there for the ride lmao

Cool sisters are born unicorns, warm siblings are born pegasi. They have to earn their horn/wings respectively. Antonio has to wear a magic regulator LMAOOOOO but they all did at some point

I had some half done designs for Mirabel, Antonio and Alma. But I didn’t really like them??? Also I was watching those redesign videos of the main six and. You know I suddenly had the urge to redesign the and then give actual designs to the other grandkids 😛😛

[animezinglife]

Lucien and Helion Headcanons (A.K.A. Wishful Thinking for a HEA)

Even though the initial adjustment is rough knowing they're father and son (especially with the inevitable frustration around the Lady of Autumn's circumstances), both Helion and Lucien genuinely try to be on good terms. Lucien is initially the more resistant, and it's Elain who helps him through this (having had plenty of experience in resisting potential love in another form).

Helion willingly takes Lucien under his wing and genuinely likes him from the start. It's awkward for a while, but Lucien's personality starts to come out, and it's because of him that everyone hears the High Lord's laugh for the first time in ages: a loud, braying laugh that Elain and the Lady of Autumn both know well.

Helion teaches Lucien the ins-and-outs of Day, but makes sure Lucien knows he's willing to answer anything about what happened (and what didn't). He will be transparent with him. When these conversations happen, they aren't always easy, and sometimes, Lucien's tongue gets a bit too sharp from the hurt he experienced, both on his own and on behalf of his mother. Helion proves to be patient, and there are certain topics the two simply agree to disagree on for now. They're good at keeping it amicable, and the two can easily converse about business over breakfast the next day without any real tension.

Lucien begins to see what a strong leader Helion is (and all a High Lord can be) in a whole new light, and Helion starts to realize how remarkable his son really is. His intelligence, his perception, resourcefulness, and genuinely good nature. It's that good nature and kindness towards others that really makes Helion love his son.

When watching Elain and the Lady of Autumn bonding (both of whom are adored by Helion, to the point Lucien jokes that his father likes her better than him but is happy about it), Helion opens up about his regrets where the Lady is concerned, and compliments the way Lucien is with Elain. That he's proud of him not just because of who he is for her and what he was willing to risk for her, but that he's proud to call Lucien his son for everything he is.

Lucien irregularly starts referring to Helion as his father after that, though he can't quite bring himself to call Helion "Father" directly (which Elain finds deeply amusing).

Helion's personality also starts to come out more and these two end up being the Father/Son Chaos Duo as they start to loosen up. Lucien gets his ass handed to him at Day Court sports regularly by Helion and Day's warriors, but that doesn't stop him from being competitive about it and the two trash-talking each other. Needless to say, Elain and the Lady of Autumn are never bored during the former and Lucien's visits or stays in Day.

For such a skilled horseman, the thought of riding any of the Pegasi is more than a little unnerving to Lucien. Elain is actually the first of the two to do it (a fact Helion enjoys good-naturedly reminding him of). Meallan won't stop giving him the side-eye and pinning his ears back every time Lucien's eye makes a sound, and Lucien mutters to the stallion that he's an asshole. Despite it, the two genuinely begin to like each other and bond over the fact both thinks the other is an asshole. It's actually a sweet mare who immediately takes a liking to Lucien that finally gets him up in the air.

Lucien begins to genuinely look forward to the time they spend in Day, and Elain adores it there not just for the sunshine, but because of her family.

[soniana252]

Pre-movie ponysona lore 🗣️🗣️

tfw when you're investigating a suspect for being too interested in pegasi and possible technology smuggling, but she's always doing weird fangirl stuff around you and that's distracting so you can never catch her-

Bonus:

Here's the whole story down the cut fdfd

Pre-movie events, Sketchy Blush used to be an unsolved case on sheriff Hitch's career. An earth pony with nothing unusual to report who suddenly wouldn't leave her home and avoid any questions? Odd. It was when Hitch heard her asking Sunny about pegasi, then spotted her drawing on an odd device later that night — some sort of...thin screen you could use without any cables? A 'tablet' if he heard her muttering correctly — that he knew he had to investigate. Easier said than done. How could he focus with her acting the weirdest ways whenever they met?

Sketchy loved art, but she was not into painting nor drawing on paper like all earth ponies, so why did she have an oddly-shaped pen on her cutie mark? One day she stumbled with an artist pegasus who pretended to be an earth pony to study them (probably not canon but tbh I HEAVILY doubt no pony ever tried watching the others closely at least once even if for the thrill of it, look at Argyle). Once it was clear he was no murderous creature, she got interested in what he did and they made a deal. Everytime he visited she'd give him food and answer any questions, and he would give her pegasi technology so she could do digital art too. She managed to live off commissions and all that stuff. Shame she had to pretend to be a pegasi in social media AND hide her new life from her own kind. The worst part? The handsome sheriff won't stop investigating her!

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ye that's all. I wanted to explore the idea of what if a pony was fated to do something not available yet because of the division, hence the idea of her doing something that required advanced technology. That led to the dynamic of suspect vs sheriff. Hitch treated her as a criminal mastermind bc he just could never catch her on the act, but really she only managed to get away by sheer stupidity lmao They do warm up to each other with time(the chase becomes more fun than irritant at some point), but it's not until everypony begins living in harmony and her profession became...well, legal I guess, that they can properly become friends(and maybe more ;) )

[toothpaste-for-the-skin]

Alr I said I’d go more into some of the odder traits with (my version of) Trixie in this post and then I was busy for the next couple days and didn’t get to it lol- so I wanna talk about it rn:

Ok for starters, I decided to make Trixie half batpony. Her mother is a batpony named Dandelion Dusk (based on her appearance ((as a unicorn)) in an mlp comic but I altered her pretty heavily). Jackpot is still her father and he remains a unicorn (his design is also unfinished lol)

Despite being half batpony, Trixie is still considered a unicorn. I think that even though a pony could be a descendant of and show traits of multiple pony races, whichever of the races’ key traits they exhibit (I.e. wings/flight, a horn/magic, or lack thereof) would be what type of pony they’re largely classified as. Trixie has some traits that make it clear she’s half batpony though. Those traits mainly being fangs, extra fluff, tapered ears, and visually distinct hooves (which is a Pegasi/batpony trait). She also has a generally shorter and more upturned snout, which does hint towards her being a batpony but is not in and of itself a binding trait that all batponies must have. It’s just something that’s more common with them.

However, she has some fairly anomalous traits that are basically unique to her. Some of them might be because she is a unicorn/batpony hybrid, but others just can’t really be explained. The first one I’m gonna talk about is her eyes.

Trixie’s pupils basically always remain as pinpricks, which does kind of give her a bit of a more “unstable” look compared to her actual canon counterpart. Besides being a bit of an indicator of her personality, there’s actually another reason for this. Batponies are well adapted to darkness, and their eyes are naturally used to lightless conditions. Thusly they tend to be adverse to bright lights and are usually nocturnal. Trixie inherited this night vision of the batponies but remains diurnal like most unicorns. Her eyes were meant to be taking in way less light so even light levels that are considered normal for most ponies causes her pupils to constrict almost completely, basically all the time. I imagine this isn’t particularly comfortable for her but it is probably something she’s just grown to live with. Maybe someone should get her some sunglasses..

When she’s in the dark, her pupils will dilate to a normal size. Her eyes will also dilate for the same reasons as other eyes will, like when seeing someone you’re close to. Basically her eyes more or less function as normal, it’s just the levels of light her eyes can comfortably take is a lot lower than with other ponies.

Also when her pupils construct they remain round unlike most batponies whose pupils constrict into slits. This is probably due to unicorn heritage.

The main “inexplicable” trait of Trixie’s is the fact that her mouth is bluish purple. There really isn’t a reason for this and the trait is unique to her. It’s just generally anomalous lol (but kinda fits the idea that’s she’s supposed to be a bit of an oddity as a whole).

Her mouth is also in more of a “:3” shape which I don’t consider super noteworthy ig but it is something she has that most other ponies don’t. I do not think this is unique to her however.

Additional info ig:

When Trixie became a pseudo-alicorn due to the alicorn amulet, she actually gained batpony-like wings. This wasn’t necessarily bc the bat wings were more “evil”, but it was actually because of the fact she was half batpony.

[random-sparks-98]

Sunlit Gotham ALTERNATE Plot Point

Justice League Meets Camp Half Blood (Batman's POV-ish)

The Batplane lands in a field nearby some tents. Superman and Wonder Woman are already talking to a handful of teens wearing Ancient Greek battle armor. Other teens work around the makeshift battle camp, sharpening weapons, preparing traps, and tending to the wounded.

“We have some scouts spying on the other army.” A tall blonde teenager informs the three adult heroes. “They should be coming back any time now.” 

Superman cocks his head to the side and glances out towards the trees across the battlefield. 

“Three teenagers?” He asks.

“Yeah, three of our counselors.” The teen - Malcolm, as he introduces himself, says.

“They’re sprinting this way.” Superman begins to hover slightly, “And they’re being chased by something big.”

Whipping around, Malcolm sprints towards a table that holds a mirrored shield on it. He pulls it close and demands, “Show me the stealth team.”

The shield’s surface ripples and as it clears it shows an aerial view of three teens sprinting through the forest. The shortest member is repeatedly making a hand signal as they run.

Swearing under his breath, Malcolm calls out, “Miranda! Get Ready To Activate the Vine Trap!”

A handful of teens sprint out, carrying packets of seeds. They scatter the seeds around and run back to a safe distance away, hiding amongst nearby bushes to stay out of sight.

The group of three break through the trees, running straight towards the new group. The teen in the lead holds a scroll in their hands as they sprint straight towards the scattered seeds. The other two are close behind. 

Exploding out of the trees comes a large snake-like creature. It roars and spittle flies everywhere, burning away the grass where it lands. It’s intent on chasing down its prey.

“By Hera, that’s a Drakon.” Diana whispers in horror

As the monster gets close enough, the hidden teens do something and the seeds begin to grow into vines. They grasp the Drakon and it bucks, trying to throw them off. 

A member of the trio turns around to watch and lets out a cheer as the Drakon stills. Then the giant head snaps up, its eyes glaring directly at the teen. They freeze, and the other two sprint past. The shortest member skids to a halt and turns back towards their friend just as the Snake HEAVES upwards, snapping the vines.

“Connor! Move!” They sprint back towards the frozen teen - Connor - and tackle him out of the way as the snake dives into the ground where they had just been. 

Pulling him to his feet, the smallest teen takes off sideways across the field, dragging Connor behind them as the snake turns and gives chase.

The two shout back and forth as they run, waving their arms wildly before Connor nods and takes the lead. The other one makes sure to follow exactly where he steps.

“Holy shit.” Malcolm mutters from where he stands, “They’re going for the minefield.”

“The what?” Superman asks, concerned.

A different teen comes to stand beside Malcolm, he has a green flannel thrown over his bright orange t-shirt. 

“Gods dam-it, Sky. You idiot.” He swears under his breath.

“Kayla!” Malcolm barks out, “Get the chariot and get them out of there!” 

A girl with dyed hair shakes her head wildly. “The pegasi won’t go near a Drakon. They just won’t do it.”

“Shit. We gotta get them out of there. 

The Drakon hits the minefield.

A Concussive blast sounds out, quickly followed by another, and another. The ground shakes and the two teens stumble but continue to sprint.

“They’re not gonna make it.” Malcolm mutters.

“They’re gonna make it.” The other blonde counters.

“They’re not gonna make it.”

“They’re gonna make it.”

“They’re not gonna make it.”

“They’re gonna — SHIT They’re not gonna make it!”

One last blast knocks the two teens off their feet.

A gust of wind is all the notice the spectators have before Superman is back, both teens in his arms. He’s trying not to make it obvious, but Batman can tell he’s looking at the shorter teen in shock.

Both kids stumble to the ground as Clark puts them down and immediately the blonde in the flannel approaches them, glowing gold. 

After a few moments he leans back slightly and asks, “Can you hear me now?”

They both nod.

“Good.” He looks satisfied for a moment before his face morphs into a glare. “THEN WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?”

“Oww, do you have to shout?” The shortest one hisses.

“Skylar. Ann. Richardson.” He grinds out.

Oh no. Bruce think’s desperately, Please tell me that’s not why Clark was looking at them in shock.

“Of all the Stupid Stunts that can be pulled you choose to lead a DRAKON into the MINE FIELD????” The kid is still ranting.

Skylar pulls off their helmet to reveal an alarmingly familiar face. 

“It worked, didn’t it?” She asks pointedly.

“That’s Not The Point!” Flannel shrieks. “You Almost Died!”

“We always almost die.” Connor points out.

“Do not start with me, Connor Stoll.” A finger is pointed at his chest.

“Will.” Sky leans forward and grabs Will’s hand. “We’re fine. I’m fine. We’re ok.” She glances up and balks slightly at the sight of Superman, Wonder Woman, and Batman standing before them.

Blinking a few times she opens her mouth again. “….On second thought, maybe you should check me for a concussion… I think I’m hallucinating the Justice League.”

Chuckling slightly, Diana reaches out a hand and pulls her to her feet. “You are not hallucinating, young one. We have recently discovered your existence and are here to offer whatever aid we can provide.”

“Oh.” Skylar says faintly. "Cool."

[iocaisaint]

Random ACOTAR takes

cw*: my unsolicited opinions

I agree with #that woman that canon Lucien and Nesta (and I mean pre-ACOSF) would've been terrible for each other sorry

As of right now Nesta is the only Archeron sister with direct connection to the Dusk Court, like her and her alone 🤷🏾‍♀️

Out of the love square (?) Lucien is lowkey the only one with a storyline that isn't made out of paper mache and hope. There's so many angles you could go: Beron, Eris, LOA, The Autumn Court or Spring Court, Tamlin, or Day Court, Helion, being an heir, or helping Vassa with Koschei + his overall friendship with Jurian + Vassa + humans as a whole and that's without touching on the mating bond even once. Real set-up wished she'd done that with everyone else

That being said, I disagree with a bunch of Lucien's stans when it comes to his characters, y'all have a power fantasy for him that's in direct contradiction to how he's actually written (I mean I get it the books treat him like trash)

If Nesta is pregnant I'll have a crash out to end all crash outs.

Everybody in this fandom bar maybe Feysands are shipping fanon, the scenes that y'all talk about and the ones that exist on page are either not the same or straight up don't exist.

I hate the HK/HQ plot even for Nesta, like is blatant colonialism.

Everybody here is a hypocrite when it comes to their faves we'd all be happier admitting then bending over backwards.

I do not care for Elain, simply because fanon Elain is so far removed from what's on page, that most her pro arguments simply don't make sense to me.

There's no reason for Helion to give up his Pegasi but I know HOFAS was a mess but when the place was revitalised after the Asteri were murdered they came back, my guess is that place and the prison are mirror worlds so the same will happen once the Prison is liberated

Azriel isn't boring but he also isn't extremely interesting. If he was a girl no one would gaf about him, but there are enough concepts of an idea where I could see his book not being awful.

Neither the pro or the anti side gives a fuck about Emerie, double points if you're engaging in that ship war. No I won't expand on this, I'm right.

Nessian sucks, that's all.

Actually no I'm expanding on that point, the fact that people defend no "I love you" from the MMC is crazy, that fact that people defend Nesta being threatened without Cass stepping in even worse, the fact that Rhys knows he can berate Nesta in Cassian's presence....like they had an 800+ page book and I'm still having to hear about how they need to "grow as characters" y'all aren't serious people

I've become more neutral-positive to Feyre because some of the arguments against her are just crazy but on that note she'd be deeply more entertaining if the narrative wrote her refusal for self reflection as a flaw

Gwyn cannot be a evil light singer and irrelevant at the same time please pick one.

Also I don't hate the light singer theory, sorry. Monsters not actually being monsters is this series's bread and butter. It'd be great if a woman finally got that treatment

I can already tell Eris is about to be retconned to hell because SJM hates a character not being vindicated by the narrative to redeem them (she already started by implying Eris wants his father dead for #feminism). Let it be known I like/d him as is

I don't get into arguments about Rhys cause I find him boring. Y'all are fighting day in day out about faerie Ronald Reagan

Nesta should've been bi, how tf did we get stuck with Mor

I have more but that's it for now.

[kekaki-cupcakes]

hello, are you still doing requests?

if so, could i have some sibling headcanons of nico with a hades kiddo that's really peppy and into colorful things and people find it hard to believe they're siblings at first because their personalities are polar opposites of each other?

thankyou!

Heya, I'm still doing requests but I have so many so it might take a while to get an answer, feel free to request something else though! This kind of went off track but oh well <3

Don't take it to heart---Nico/opposite aesthetics sibling!reader

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-The minute you skipped up to the porch of the Hades Cabin with your stripey rainbow leg warmers and a tote bag with a stupid pun about a show with something called ‘carebears’, Nico winced.

-He’d need sunglasses if he had to keep looking at you, but he didn’t really want to borrow the big yellow star ones on the end of your nose, so maybe that was a bad idea. Your first interaction went a bit like this:

You: “Heya, you're the emo kid, right? I’m new! So, where’s our cabin?” 

Nico: “Uh… you're supposed to go that way.”

You: “No, that’s the Iris cabin, at least that’s what Chiron said. I’m your new sibling, by the way. Chiron said we have one in Rome too! 

Nico: I- well, yes, I- we do.

You: Are they as grumpy looking as you?

-Needless to say you got off to a great start. Nico proceeded to dump your bags on one of the beds, which has a zebra print doona matching one of your headbands, and then left immediately. You shrugged it off, obviously, and started stacking your things on the coffin shaped bookshelves. You ignored the candle that was supposed to smell like ‘the souls of the damned’, and put your own flowery one next to it. 

-You found out you loved arts and crafts, where you made friendship bracelets with Lacy, as well as pegasi riding. You saw Nico once, and he waved awkwardly, but went back to the small child he was glaring at quickly. You quickly became attached to a creamy coloured mare called macaroni as well, but Butch wouldn’t let her sleep in your cabin. He did take a friendship bracelet, though. And he let you weave daisy chains into macaroni’s mane and tail, so you liked him. 

-You had brought a musty old record player with you after finding out that there was no wifi, but you had to pause ‘Washing Machine Heart’ [by Mitski, of course] when Nico came trudging into the now bright cabin. You’d opened all the curtains and taken the spiders that fell from them outside, dumping them in the bushes behind the Athena cabin. 

-Nico stared at the squishmellows on your bed and then the dreamcatcher by one of the windows, and the row of brightly coloured converse with striped laces lined up by his three different pairs of black Doc Martens. 

-He shrugged his jacket off and went straight into the bathroom, leaving a little trail of muddy footsteps along the heart shaped rug you’d put down.

-He was just adjusting to a roommate, you told yourself. It wasn’t anything to do with you personally. You hadn’t done anything wrong, maybe you should just give him a bit of space. That was a good idea. Leave him alone for a bit until he was used to you, and don’t take it to heart. 

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-You took it to heart.

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-Months had passed, and you were thankful for the Ipad Piper [she was so nice, and she let you borrow her Olivia Rodrigo records] lent you so you could facetime the family and friends you had left behind occasionally. They had seemed to adjust to you not being there anymore, now that you knew you were a child of Hades, the outside world was too dangerous to risk. You tried not to take that to heart either.

-Macaroni was getting used to the beaded bridle you’d made her, but you were still training her to get used to flying around while you used your new weapons.

-Nyssa had helped you make them, able to actually craft a design after glancing at you scribbled drawing with glitter gel pens that you really had worked hard on. Now you had a sparkly belt with three attachments, that you could click in your spray cans too. The cans were filled with different coloured paint, only the base liquid was melted down celestial bronze flakes, so when you fought a monster, which you were still learning to do, it would seep into their eyes and turn them blind, or crack through their skin and dissolve them. You loved the spray cans.

-Drew had warmed up to you as well, and you were even invited to Barbie premier night in Cabin ten. You got to wear your sparkly leg warmers and the cropped leather jacket in a light shade of pink.

-You were making your way to the arts and crafts center with a box of clay and little paint brushes in your arms to run the pottery class [you’d been elected as head of arts and crafts pretty quickly, shared with Elsa, one of the Athena kids who specialize in weaving and sewed the cutest pajama pants] when you bumped into Nico.

-Literally. 

-The box may have been a few heads taller than you, so it wasn’t really your fault, but Nico still snapped at you. 

-You gathered up the little tubs of paint from the grass and apologized quickly, your chest tight with anxiety. You hurried away after that, ignoring your brother as he tried to explain he hadn’t realized it was you when he hissed curse words Drew had started teaching Harley and Lacy. 

-The class went well, the scrunchies Elsa was making her girlfriend for her birthday went along well, and a few more kids than usual showed up, taking lumps of clay from the tray and working it into figures on their tables. You were making beads that you’d string onto a bracelet for Nyssa, because she always broke the plastic ones with hammers and drills accidentally.

-You thought back to your interaction with Nico and regretted it dearly. Maybe if you’d just heard him out or even apologized and blamed yourself, he might’ve come to your class to see your works, or sat with you at dinner, or even just waved from across the infirmary when you went to get panadol for your headaches. 

-You knew you got them from straining your eyes to read and draw in the dim cabin, but whenever you opened the curtains or switched on your blue lamp with a cloudy pattern that you hadn’t got to use yet, Nico cleared out completely. 

-It wasn’t your fault, you reminded yourself, you were just… too different.

-People started filing out after putting their creations to the side, you complimented each of their idea’s even though you felt like getting some Ben and Jerry’s from the camp shop and curling up in bed to watch ‘10 Things I Hate About You’ again. 

-The beads for Nyssa were nearly done, so you went to find a container to pop them in.

-When you got back, they had been ground into the bench until the delicate tracing of different things Nyssa likes were just shapeless brown blobs. An Ares kid, Grey, was standing with their arms crossed and a smirk on their face, which was mostly obscured by a nose that had been broken too many times.

-You stared down at the squashed clay and felt your eyes prickle with tears.

-Grey jeered at you, calling you things you’d rather not hear again, because they only made the tears fall. You rubbed your nose and smoothed the front of your tye-dyed camp shirt flat. Grey called after you, something about being a ‘rainbow prissy’. You stumbled out of the center.

-Nico wasn’t in your cabin when you slammed the door behind you, thankfully, and you hopped into bed, kicking your yellow converse off and pulling the doona over your head so you didn’t have to look at the skull filled walls around you.

-It was so dark, it was so dark and shadowy and there were bones you were too scared to ask about their origins lining the mirror in the bathroom you kept seeing things behind you in. Your crocheted blanket that used to sit across the black doona cover had been folded up a while ago and placed back in your suitcase, along with a few of the more multicolored posters and the fruity scented candles that seemed to annoy your half brother. 

-You rubbed your eyes with your sleeves and held your hand over your mouth so Nico wouldn’t hear crying when he would eventually come back a few hours later, late enough that you could pretend to be asleep. 

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-The infirmary was busy with bleeding and laughing demigods when you wandered in looking for some panadol. Your headache was making it hard to think straight, but whenever you cried too much you got one, so you knew what to do by now. 

-Will waved from over from where he was pulling a ruler, a stapler, and a glue stick out of the stomach of an Iris kid who was giggling the entire time, coughing up glitter. He grimaced when a chunk of glue hit his face. You waved back and turned the corner, heading to the rooms at the back where Austin would be. He usually had the panadol. 

-Someone groaned in the corner, and you spotted Grey. 

-They looked like a soggy bag of a human, their mauled nose the only definable shape. You couldn’t pull your eyes away from the grotesque demigod blob.

-Austin shuffled up behind you with a grimace, passing over a few pills and a glass of water without looking away. You gulped them down quickly as Grey let out another moan and rolled a bit on their hospital bed. Austin told you that he’d been spotted on the floor of the Arts and crafts center. 

-Apparently, every few minutes one of his bones would disappear.

-It was only a few fingers at the start, then most of his ribs couldn’t be found and there was something wrong with his mouth, which Austin found out meant his jaw had decided to not be there. 

-A screechy sound came from the front of the infirmary, and you both looked to the door, which Clarrise was dragging Nico through, holding him up by the back of his jacket. He pummeled at the chunky daughter of Ares, but couldn’t get out of her grip. Clarrise glared around at the staring demigods and snarled, “why is this little shit de-boning Grey?”

-You didn’t know who yelled ‘that’s what she said’ from across the room.

-”Because they deserve it.” Nico hissed a bit like a cat, glaring up at Clarisse with narrowed brown eyes underneath his floppy hair.  

-Will ran up to the pair, brushing glitter off his gloved hands onto his scrubs instead. He folded his arms and stared Clarrise down until she finally let go of Nico, who dropped to the ground and then sprung back up, wrinkling his nose at the daughter of Ares, who just stuck her tongue back out at him. 

-Will pinched his nose, “Clarisse, more people come in here because of you then Nico, so you don’t get to talk. Nico, just fix them, they’re too annoying to be kept in here.”

-”But people deserved to be punched by me,” Clarrise argued with a scoff.

-”And Grey deserves to lose their bones!” Nico shot back, glaring up at Clarisse and balling his fists, “they stepped on my siblings clay stuff!”

»»————-　★　————-««

-You yawned and stretched your arms out above your head, then blinked up at the roof with bleary eyes. The skulls were gone, now it was just black concrete. You rolled over a moment later and stuffed your head back into your pillow, pulling your crocheted blanket back over your head.

-There was a ‘shing’ sound as curtains were yanked open, and you just sunk further into your comfy bed, ignoring the bright beams of early morning sunshine that streamed in and lit up the dark cabin. It made the rainbow rug in the center of the cabin even brighter, and you groaned loudly in protest. “Whaddaya even doing up so early? Go back to bed you vampire!”

-”It’s only six am?”

-”You’re more of a psychopath then I thought before,” you muttered, but made sure you were loud enough that your brother could hear you as he padded round the cabin getting changed and ready for his much too early start to the day. 

-Nico huffed and the bathroom door shut as he completely ignored the hairbrush you’d given him to passive aggressively deal with his scruffy black hair. “Leo forgot the code to the safe in the big house that he changed when he was hiding those icey poles from Piper.”

-”And how are you supposed to help him remember?”

-Nico’s boots were loud on the floorboards as he trotted over. He kissed you on the forehead gently, “oh I’m not, I’m gonna go watch him suffer the consequences with Jason.”

»»————-　★　————-««

[mybutcheredtongue]

I'll Love You 'til the Grass Around My Gravestone is Deceased

post azkaban sirius black x fem!reader

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE (see full series list here)

1995

You thought Professor Umbridge was a pain in the ass when she first started, but now you realise you were seeing her at her best, and you’re about to start facing her worst. 

It happens one night as you enter your classroom and greet your students, setting your things out on your desk before turning to them — and that’s when you spot her bright pink, woolly cardigan and the clipboard resting in her hand, quill at the ready. She looks expectantly at you, blinking and pursing her lips. 

You have to fight down the irritancy from showing on your face, and you give her a nod, gritting your teeth. “Professor Umbridge. I was not expecting you tonight.”

“I believe an inspection is most accurately performed when the teacher is not made previously aware of it,” she replies in that sickeningly sweet voice, smiling at you.

You resist the urge to wince.

She dips her quill in ink, positioning it over her clipboard. “Please, continue.”

You take a slow breath before gathering your papers in your hands and you move down through the rows of desks, handing essays back to students. You're just going to have to ignore her. “Now, your homework — I graded them to O.W.L. standard, just to give you a general idea about how the exams are marked. Don’t worry about what grade you got, I thought your essays were pretty good overall, and I’ve left you all some feedback at the end with a few tips and comments on how to improve them. If you have any questions, you can come up to me at the end of class.”

You wait for the chatter and comparison of grades to die down before waving your wand and quenching the candles around the room, plunging it into relative darkness. Umbridge lets out a surprised squeak and you can’t the small smile of satisfaction that tugs at your lips, unknown in the dark. Your students are used to this, of course, and are ready when you place your wand in the air again, making a circular motion and projecting a glittery star map above you. 

“You’ll all recognise this constellation, I hope…Pegasus,” you say, glancing as the students watch on with interest — using the telescopes and seeing pretty stars right in front of them like this tends to be the most favoured activities of your students — and you have to say you wholeheartedly agree with them. Umbridge glances up at you for a split-second before she scratches something down on her clipboard loudly. 

“Now sometimes it can be hard to identify the shape of this constellation, a winged-horse, but if you turn it this way…” Using your wand, you slowly rotate the map in a different direction before stopping. “You can see the vague outline of Pegasus’s head and two front legs. I actually wanted to bring this up because an amazing discovery was made by two Muggle astronomers just last week —”

“Hem.”

“—it’s astounding, really. 51 Pegasi, this star right here — “ you point to one of the glittery stars in the map, one that doesn’t stand out at all and looks practically the same to all the others, “ — it’s quite similar to our Sun, and 51 actually has a planet orbiting around it! That makes it the first sun-like star to possess a planet other than our own, and it was discovered by Muggles —” 

“Hem.”

“It’s incredible the way they found out, too — you see, it’s impossible to see from Earth, but these Swiss astronomers discovered it through a slight wobble in 51 Pegasi’s motion caused by the planet’s gravitational pull, and they did it all without magic —”

“Hem!”

You stop, your excited smile dropping as you look at the unsightly woman. What could she possibly have a problem with? You thought you were doing pretty well. 

“Is there a problem, Professor Umbridge?” 

“Oh, well…the Ministry does not usually condone the teaching of Muggle beliefs, we are all witches and wizards here, after all,” she says sweetly, smiling fakely at you. 

You chew on the flesh of your inside cheek, blinking back at her. “Yes, but Astronomy is the only subject that Muggles also study, and it’s a science — everything must be proved and well, a discovery is a discovery, no matter who makes it —”

Umbridge lets out an odd, patronising squeak and scratches something down on her clipboard. 

You watch her, nervous, and continue. “It’s fascinating, really, how it ties our worlds together — with magic we are so much more advanced than Muggles and yet they manage to come to new and different conclusions and revelations, all through hard work and time and — “

“Hm.”

You spend the rest of the lesson on edge, Umbridge taking everything you say as a mistake, total flaws in the way you teach, the way you’ve taught for the past fourteen years.

When the lesson is finally over, the students rush from the classroom and you rub your temples, sighing deeply. You glance up at Umbridge, who stands up and taps her clipboard thoughtfully, humming annoyingly. 

“How long have you been working at Hogwarts?” 

“Fourteen years,” you answer bluntly, turning your back on her and stacking papers loudly. 

She hums, clicking her tongue. “And what did you do before taking this position?” 

You stop what you're doing and slowly turn around to face her, meeting her beady eyes. “Why do you want to know that?” 

She shrugs, smiling tightly at you. “Just curious.” 

You bite your tongue, exhaling, looking into her cold eyes. “I don't see how that's of any concern to you, professor.” 

She hums, again, tapping her clipboard. “Most Aurors are quite secretive, even to Ministry officials.” 

You don't say anything. 

“You will receive the results of your inspection in ten days.”

She makes her way to the stairway, but before she begins her descent, she stops, looking at you once more. You glare back at her. 

“Albus Dumbledore may trust you, but I certainly do not. I know you're hiding something…or should I say, someone?” 

She smiles proudly, a satisfied squeak escaping her as she stares back at you. She's bluffing, you know it — there's absolutely no way she could know about Sirius. She’s just pinning the blame on you, of course, like they all do. 

Despite knowing this, you can't stop the way your heart rate picks up, a sick feeling rutting through your body. 

You glare daggers at her, arms folded tightly across your chest.

“I have nothing to hide.” 

“Hm.” She flips a page on her clipboard. “We’ll see about that.” 

You listen to her distinctive pink heels click-clack down the stairs, echoing around the tower, and grate your teeth. 

So, if you thought you hated her before, you weren't even close to what you're feeling now. 

♡*⁠。♡*⁠。

October, 1975 

“Okay, you stir it…and then it should go a pearly kind of colour…” 

Lily picks up the metal stirrer and carefully stirs your brewing potion, and you breathe a sigh of relief when it gains a pearl sheen and fumes emanate from it in spirals. 

You clap excitedly. “Perfect!” 

Lily beams back at you. 

“Okay, okay, let me see what I smell…” you say giddily, leaning in closer to the cauldron and inhaling a breath of the fumes. 

Fresh parchment, tea leaves, leather, rich cologne and…cigarette smoke? 

You pull back in horror, bringing a hand to your mouth. There’s only one person that comes to mind with that combination of scents: Sirius. But that’s not right, you know that’s not right, because this potion shows a person’s deepest desires, and though from time to time you find him attractive, and from time to time you might just entertain the idea of dating him — he’s far from being your deepest desire. Completely preposterous.

Lily gives you a concerned look. “What? What's wrong?” 

You stand further away from the cauldron, breathing out of your mouth and shaking your head. “Nothing.” 

She laughs lightly, waving you off. “Oh, you're just surprised at yourself. It's completely accurate, you know — “ 

She leans forward and sniffs, and a second later her face drops and she jerks back, looking like she’s about to be sick. She clicks her tongue, shaking her head. “Well, we clearly prepared it wrong. That's entirely inaccurate.” 

Slughorn appears at your desk, looking into your potion. He dips a spoon into it and raises it high above the cauldron, tipping it over and watching as the liquid drips back into the potion. He nods in approval, smiling at you and Lily. 

“Perfect. Couldn't fault it!” He grins, waddling away to check another pair. 

You stare after him, jaw dropped. You turn to Lily, her expression a perfect mirror of your own. “Uh…”

“Definitely brewed wrong.” 

“Definitely.” 

“Couldn't possibly be correct.” 

“Never.” 

“I'm not going to tell you, uh, what I smelled, by the way — just because it's entirely wrong and would only confuse things.” 

“Oh yeah, me neither, must be someone else’s potion fumes drifting over to our desk…”

You quickly flick through your potions book, reading down through the recipe. Absolutely wrong, that’s for sure. You must’ve messed the potion up somewhere, maybe you stirred it clockwise when it was supposed to be anti-clockwise…Slughorn is pretty barmy, too, he probably just got confused when he said it was perfect…

“Lily, darling, let me guess what you smelled…me?” James suddenly pops up in front of your desk — you have to give him credit for it, he has a knack for sneaking up on people and taking them by surprise — and grins at Lily, running a hand through his hair to muss it up. 

“NO!” She shrieks hysterically, grabbing the bottom of the cauldron and yanking it closer towards her as if to shield it from James. “Just go away, James!”

Her chest heaves with distress and you softly place your hand on her back. James’ eyes widen and he frowns, hurt flashing across his face. 

“I — I’m sorry, Lily, I didn’t mean to upset you —”

You look past James at Sirius, who is standing with his arms folded beside his cauldron, a confused look on his face. 

“Sirius, please take James back,” you call with a sigh, and he turns around to look at you. Did he do something different with his hair today? It looks different. Why are you just now noticing how lovely his hair is? Is it soft? It looks soft. Why do you feel an intense urge to reach out and pull that stray lock of hair out of his eyes? 

“Happy to.” 

You shake yourself out of your stupid stupor, and push James towards his awaiting friend. As your arm passes by Sirius’ face, he stops and his eyes go wide.

“Are you wearing perfume?”

“Yeah, why?” 

He stares back at you for a moment, an odd look on his face, and swallows thickly. “Where did you get it?”

You laugh, raising your eyebrows at him. “What, do you want a bottle? My grandmother gave it to me, she makes homemade perfume in her spare time.” 

He kisses his teeth. “Huh.” 

He grabs James by the sleeve and drags him back to their desk, before proceeding to gulp down a bottle of water in seconds, tapping his foot. 

You give Lily a look. “What was that about?”

She shrugs, grinning at you. “Maybe he smelled your perfume in the cauldron.”

You snort, throwing your books into your bag. “Yeah, right.”

♡*⁠。♡*⁠。

One evening you’re dangling a length of string in front of Dubh with your wand, watching as she joyfully bats at it with her paws, mesmerized by its movements, when there’s a knock at your office door. You drop the string on the floor at Dubh’s feet and she rolls around beside it, trying to clasp the thin string between her paws. Much harder than it looks, apparently. You sigh, smoothing down your jeans as you stand and glance in the mirror quickly — looks presentable enough. You can only pray and hope it’s not Umbridge. 

Thankfully, when you open the door, it’s not the squashed face of the Hogwarts High Inquisitor you’re met with, but Harry, Hermione, and Ron. 

“Oh, hello.” You smile at them, opening the door wider for them to enter. “Come in.”

You sit back down at your desk, fetching a packet of biscuits from the drawer and setting it in front of them as they each draw up chairs and sit down. Dubh rubs against Hermione, purring, and the girl smiles and gently pulls her up into her lap, petting her. 

“I’d ask if you’re just here to see your favourite teacher but I can tell by your faces that you want to ask me for something,” you say. “Go on, what is it?” 

The trio glance at each other for confirmation, and Hermione clears her throat. “Well, um, we told you about Professor Umbridge refusing to teach us Defense Against the Dark Arts properly.”

You nod. 

“And we decided to take matters into our own hands and learn it ourselves.” Hermione looks at Harry before continuing, “We’ve formed an association, the Defense Association — and we need somewhere to practice spells. Harry’s going to teach us.”

“And you want my help finding you somewhere away from Umbridge?”

“We were thinking maybe we could use your classroom,” Ron suggests. 

You think for a moment, before shaking your head. “Sorry, but if Umbridge found out I gave you permission to use my classroom for an illegal society she’d have me sacked in an instant. No, no, you’ll have to find somewhere more secretive…”

You hum thoughtfully, thinking of all the secret passages and rooms you learned of when you were a student. “There’s a secret room hidden behind that big mirror on the fourth floor, you know, it might be big enough to practice a few jinxes — how many people are in this thing?”

“Twenty-eight,” Hermione answers, and you blow a whistle of air out your nose. Lot more than you expected.

“Sirius suggested that room too,” Harry says with a small chuckle. “But Fred and George said it caved in or something.”

“Sirius?” You repeat instantly. “You were talking to him?” 

Harry gives you a confused look. “Yeah, last night. You weren’t?”

Though you know it’s petty, you feel a flash of jealousy and hurt prick your chest. Sirius talked to them, and not you? 

“No, I — I didn’t. How did you —”

“Fireplace.” 

“Oh.” You frown. “He never changes, always loves to take the risk—” You sigh. “He’ll get himself caught one of these days.”

“Uh…”

You look at the kids. They’re glancing at each other nervously, expressions grim. 

“What happened?” you ask quietly. 

“It was Umbridge,” Harry replies, swallowing. “She knew he was there — her hand appeared in the fire.”

You breathe deeply, the room silent as you stare at the chipping wood of your desk. That explains what happened.

“So that’s why she tried to break into my office last night?”

“What?”

You nod, feeling sick to your stomach. “I was with Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout, we had a game of cards in Minerva’s office…and when I came back here afterwards, someone had been trying to lift the enchantments on my lock — it’s charmed to glow red when someone tries to enter without the key. I thought it might’ve been her, but it also could have been anyone — students get bored, it happens, I understand…”

“So she thinks it was you he was talking to?” Ron asks. 

“Of course she does,” you say with a sigh, drumming your fingers on the desk. “Who else would she think? I haven’t talked to Sirius since we left London — it’s far too dangerous. You — you just have to be careful, alright? She won’t be able to do anything to you unless she catches you red-handed…but even the smallest hint of Sirius around the castle and she’ll come for my head. I’m lucky I wasn’t alone last night and the teachers can vouch for me. I wouldn’t be surprised if she gets her hands on some Veritaserum.” 

You’ve had so much of the substance that at this point you think you might have a tolerance built up against it — but you’re not keen on testing that idea in front of Umbridge. 

Harry has a guilty look on his face. “I didn’t even think about that. I’m sorry.”

You wave him off, chuckling bitterly. “Not your fault at all, Harry. Sirius should know better — but I don’t blame him either. He’s not having a good time stuck there while we’re all here. Besides, you think I’m not used to the Ministry watching my every move? They’re quite obsessed with me — it’s almost flattering.”

You click your tongue. 

“I like your idea, by the way. The Defense Association,” you say, smiling. “It’s very brave. But you seriously have to be careful with this.  I have a feeling that woman will stop at nothing until she gets what she wants — and she wants complete control over every little thing you do, over this whole school. Don’t give her any more reasons to take away the things that make your time at Hogwarts enjoyable.”

You pluck a biscuit from the open packet on your desk, pushing it towards them. “Biscuit?”

Hermione politely refuses and Harry and Ron both reach forward to take one. The sleeve of Harry’s robe falls as he moves his arm, revealing the skin of his right hand, which is red and seems to bear several scratches. He quickly drops his hand pulls his sleeve over it. 

“Harry? What happened to your hand?” 

He looks at you, holding up his left hand for you to see. “Huh? It’s fine.” 

“Your other hand.”

Hermione and Ron seem to hold their breath, looking at Harry, nervous looks on their faces. 

Harry shrugs. “Nothing. Crookshanks scratched me.” He suddenly stands up from his chair, sharing glances with his friends. “We should probably get going, homework to do, you know — “

“Harry,” you say seriously. “Don’t try to lie to me. What’s happened?” 

“I told you, it’s fine.”

“If it was really fine you’d let me have a look —”

“We need to go.”

“No, Harry, tell me —”

They turn to leave and you reach out and grab onto his arm, but he instantly wrenches free of your grasp and twists away from you. 

“It’s FINE.”

He glares at you and storms out of the room. Hermione and Ron watch as he goes, the room utterly silent. You feel absolutely horrible — he looked at you like he hates you. You shouldn’t have pushed him so far, but you knew he was lying, and if it was nothing to worry about why would he lie? 

“Harry!” Ron rushes after him, hurrying out of the room, leaving you with Hermione. 

She gives you an apologetic look. “I - I’m sorry, professor, I’ll go check on him — “

You sigh, shaking your head. “My fault, I shouldn’t have pressured him like that…” you open your desk drawer and pull out a small bottle, handing it to Hermione. “Whatever it is, it doesn’t look good. Make sure he puts this on it, it’s a salve. And I have a feeling he’s going to avoid me now for a good while…tell him I’m sorry. Goodnight, Hermione.”

⁠✧⁠*⁠。✧⁠*⁠。

When you were younger, you found it hard to decide on what career to go into. You adored astronomy, of course, but you also wanted to help people — something like a healer, perhaps. And then there was another part of you that loved Quidditch and commentating at the school games, maybe you could’ve gone into entertainment like Ludo Bagman. You used to pore over sports magazines and argue with James over who supported the better team — you the Chudley Cannons and James the Holyhead Harpies. 

But when Voldemort started to really gain more power, and the death counts were ticking up in the papers, you forgot all of that and put your efforts towards becoming an Auror. It was a choice between living in constant fear at home, or going out and turning that fear into something else — and becoming someone that the Death Eaters were afraid of. 

You would never have thought you’d be here teaching at Hogwarts. And though it may not sound exciting, every day is different.

And you still get to watch Quidditch matches — even if the latest match between Gryffindor and Slytherin has turned into a brawl. Really, it happens quite often, though you’re not too chuffed to see Harry in the middle of it, landing a blow against Draco Malfoy. Fred and George too, one of them sporting a particularly nasty split lip. Minerva and several other teachers are livid of course, and you and the rest of the crowd watch on in silence as she furiously marches Harry and the twins off the pitch and up to her office. Umbridge hurries after them, looking more satisfied than you think she intends to let on. 

This altercation results in a new sign stuck up on every noticeboard around the castle: 

EDUCATIONAL DECREE NUMBER TWENTY-FIVE

The High Inquisitor will henceforth have supreme authority over all punishments, sanctions, and removal of privileges pertaining to the students of Hogwarts, and the ability to alter such punishments, sanctions, and removal of privileges as may have been ordered by other staff members. Signed,  Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, Order of Merlin First Class

She banned Harry and the twins from playing, and for the next week your Gryffindors were particularly sour in class and you often heard them whispering to each other about someone called ‘Umbitch’. Wonder who that’s about? 

Hagrid comes back — you spy the lights on in his hut and hurry down to see him. He had been off to find the giants, Dumbledore had told you at a meeting during the summer. And it seems you’re not the only one who noticed he’s back, because the moment you knock on Hagrid’s door you find the infamous trio sitting at the table, talking to him. You can’t help but gasp when you see him. His hair is matted with congealed red blood and his face is littered with scratches and bruises and redness. 

“Fucking hell, Hagrid, who’d you kill?”

He picks up a nasty looking slab of dragon meat and drops it onto the side of his face with a slap. Green blood oozes out from underneath it. 

You wince. “Or, uh, who tried to kill you?” 

“It’s nothin’, don't you start worryin’ ‘bout me now.” 

You scoff, sitting down at the table beside the kids. “Yeah, right. Spill.”

You listen intently as Hagrid tells the tale of his and Madame Maxine’s journey to find the giants, and how when he found them, their leader Golgomath had already set his allegiances with the Death Eaters, who had been currying his favour with gifts for several days before.

“So…so no giants are coming to fight?” says Ron, looking disappointed. 

“Nope,” Hagrid replies, heaving a deep sigh as he turns his steak over and applies it to the other side of his battered face, “but we did what we were meant ter do, we gave ‘em Dumbledore’s message an’ some of ‘em heard it an’ I s’pect some’ll remember it. Jus’ maybe, them that don’t want ter stay around Golgomath’ll move outta the mountains, an’ there’s gotta be chance they’ll remember Dumbledore’s friendly to ‘em…”

Snow patters softly against the window, the bottom pane covered by white.

“Hagrid?” Hermione says quietly after a while.

“Mhm?”

“Did you…was there any sign of…did you hear anything about your…your mother while you were there?” 

Hagrid’s rests the eye that isn’t obscured by the dragon steak on her, and Hermione looks rather scared. 

“I’m sorry…I…forget it —”

“Dead,” he mutters. “Died years ago. They told me.”

“Oh…I’m really sorry,” Hermione says in a small voice. 

Hagrid shrugs his shoulders, grunting. “No need. Can’ remember her much. Wasn’ a great mother.”

The room goes silent again, and you clear your throat. “You still haven’t told us how you got into this state, Hagrid,” you say, gesturing towards his bloodied face.

“Or why you’re back so late,” Harry adds. “Sirius said Madame Maxine got back ages ago —”

“Who attacked you?” Ron asks. 

“I haven’ bin attacked!” Hagrid exclaims emphatically. “I —”

A loud rapping on the door grabs your attention, and you all whip your heads to the source of the sound. You jump; Hermione gasps and her mug slips through her hands and smashes on the floor with a crash; Fang yelps. Silent, you stare out the window beside the doorway at a familiar squashed figure standing behind the thin curtain. 

Your face drops. “Fuck.”

“It’s her!” Ron hisses.

“Get under here!” Harry says quickly, seizing the Invisibility Cloak and wrapping it around himself and his two friends. Huddled together, they back into a corner while Fang barks madly at the door. Hagrid looks thoroughly confused. 

You hastily grab the kids’ mugs and shove them under the cushion in Fang’s bed, while the dog leaps up at the door. Hagrid pushes him out of the way with his foot and opens the door. 

Umbridge stands in the doorway, wearing a pink tweed cloak and a matching hat with earflaps to match. Her eyes widen at the state of Hagrid’s face and she purses her lips.

“So…you’re Hagrid, are you?” 

She speaks very slowly and very loudly, over-annunciating her words as if she is talking to someone who is hard of hearing. Without waiting for an answer from the man, she strolls into the room, her nose high in the air as she surveys the hut as if looking for something. Her eyes land on you and she doesn’t make much of an effort to hide the disdain on her face when she spots you. 

“And what are you doing here?” 

“Er…I don’t want ter be rude,” Hagrid says, staring at her, hand still on the open door, “but who the ruddy hell are you?”  

“Visiting my friend,” you say, gritting your teeth. “Are you going to tell me I’m not allowed to do that?”

She wrinkles her nose and clicks her tongue.

“My name is Dolores Umbridge.” 

Her bulging eyes sweep the cabin. Twice they land on the corner where Harry, Ron, and Hermione are hiding. 

“Dolores Umbridge?” Hagrid says in confusion. “I thought you were one o’ them Ministry twa — don’ you work with Fudge?” 

“I was Senior Undersecretary to the Minister, yes,” Umbridge says, now pacing around the cabin, scrutinizing every detail. “I am now the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher — “

“That’s brave of yeh,” says Hagrid. “There’s not many who’d take tha’ job anymore — “

“ — and Hogwarts High Inquisitor,” Umbridge continues. 

Hagrid frowns. “What’s tha’?”

“Precisely what I was going to ask.” The ghastly woman points to the broken shards of Hermione’s mug on the floor. 

“Oh,” Hagrid says, glancing at you for help. “Uh…”

“Fang has broken more things in this cabin then there are to count,” you say, scratching the dog’s head affectionately. “He got excited when you knocked on the door and bumped the table.”

She looks at you momentarily, her nostrils flaring, before she turns to Hagrid and rakes her eyes over his form, taking in every detail of his dishevelled appearance.

“There are four sets of footprints in the snow leading from the castle doors to your cabin,” she says sleekly. 

“Well, one of them’s mine,” you say simply, shrugging your shoulders. 

“And the other three?” 

“Well, I only jus’ got back,” Hagrid says, waving his hand at his travelling cloak on the coat hook and the large bag beside it. “Maybe someone came ter call earlier an’ I missed ‘em.”

“There are no footsteps leading away from your cabin.” 

“Well…I…I don’ know why that’d be…” Hagrid says weakly, tugging nervously at his beard and glancing over at the corner where the trio are hunched beneath the Invisibility Cloak.”Uh…”

Umbridge wheels around and strides the length of the cabin, looking around carefully. She opens the cupboards, bends and peers underneath the bed, and comes dangerously close to where the kids are hiding. After inspecting inside the enormous cauldron Hagrid uses for cooking, she wheels around again and says, “What has happened to you? How did you sustain those injuries?”

“Oh…I…had a bit of an accident,” he says lamely.

You have to resist the urge to wince at his inability to keep his cool.

“What sort of accident?” 

“I - I tripped.”

“You tripped.”

“Into an enclosure of blast-ended skrewts, right, Hagrid? That’s what you told me,” you chime in, giving him a look over Umbridge’s shoulder. 

“R-righ’,” Hagrid agrees. “Straigh’ in there, set ‘em all off, y’know…”

“Where have you been?” Umbridge asks coldly. 

“Where’ve I…?”

“Been, yes,” she says, pursing her lips. “Term started two months ago. Another teacher has had to cover your classes.” She glances at you, frowning. “None of your colleagues has been able to give me any information as to your whereabouts. You left no address. Where have you been?” 

Hagrid stares at her and you can practically hear his brain whirring furiously to find an explanation. 

“I’ve…I’ve been away for me health.”

“For your health.” Umbridge’s eyes travel over Hagrid’s discoloured and swollen face; dragon blood drips quietly onto his waistcoat in silence. “I see.”

“Yeah,” Hagrid says, swallowing thickly. “Bit o’ — fresh air, yeh know—”

“Yes, as gamekeeper fresh air must be so difficult to come by.”

“Well, change o’ scenery, always good —”

“Mountain scenery?” Umbridge says swiftly. 

She knows. Oh my god, she knows. 

“Mountains?” Hagrid repeats, shaking his head as though he’s never heard the word before. “Nope, south of France for me. Sun an’ sea.”

“Really? You don’t have much of a tan.”

“Yeah, well…sensitive skin,” says Hagrid, attempting a smile — you notice two of his teeth have been knocked out. 

Umbridge stares back at him coldly, and his smile falters. “I shall, of course, be informing the Minister of your late return. You ought to know that as High Inquisitor it is my unfortunate but necessary duty to inspect my fellow teachers. So I daresay we shall meet again soon enough.” 

She turns from him and marches promptly back to the door. 

“You’re inspection’ us?” Hagrid echoes blankly, staring after her. 

“Oh yes,” Umbridge answers, her hand on the door handle as she looks back at him. She glances at you, a smirk tugging at her thin lips. “The Ministry is determined to weed out unsatisfactory teachers, Hagrid. Good night.”

She leaves, closing the door behind her with a snap. You wait a few seconds before standing up and pulling back the window curtain an inch, peering out at Umbridge’s stout little form making her back to the castle in the snow. 

“It’s alright, she’s going back now,” you say softly, turning around and heaving a sigh. 

“Blimey…inspectin’ people, is she?” Hagrid says. 

“Yeah.” Harry pulls the cloak off, revealing the trio once again. “Trelawney’s on probation already…”

“You’re gonna need to be careful, Hagrid,” you warn. “She’ll be at your first lesson back, I’d put money on it. She’ll scrutinise every little thing you do and say.”

“Don’ worry, don’ worry…I’ve got some really good stuff planned for their lessons now I’m back.”

You raise your eyebrows. 

“Now, you lot had better get back up to the castle, an’ don’ forget ter wipe yer footprints out behind yeh!”

You open the door and poke your head out, swirling snowflakes landing on your hair and eyelashes. The kids make to follow you and you thrust your hand out. “Wait, put the cloak on.” You look up at the castle, eyeing the lit windows facing the grounds. “She could be watching from the windows.”

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