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nobodyfamousposts · 6 years ago

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Felix July - Magic AU

A new AU unrelated to my others with Grumpy Wizard Felix.

@felixmonth

Once upon a time, there was a kingdom of wealth and great prosperity. But of course it was, for one of the leaders of this land was a noble of the Agreste household, Gabriel.

He was a stern lord, but not cruel. And while not necessarily loved, he was certainly well respected and admired by the people. So it was with great joy when he was married to Emilie in a tale the likes of which Cinderella would later be based on. Their home was a happy one, especially after she gave birth and Gabriel had an heir.

But all was not right with the boy. Whatever flaws Gabriel had were magnified in the child. Cold. Aloof. Withdrawn. Gloomy. He gave off a most unsettling aura that would often drive most sensible folk away.

Even worse, it soon became evident that the boy was…unnatural and capable of the worst sorts of sorcery. Things would break in his presence without being touched. Many would suddenly trip or be subjected to sudden injuries. Great works of art and manufacture would age and decay quickly. On one such occasion when his father required him to learn swordplay, the boy took offense and the metal rusted and turned to dust in his hands.

Everyone was fearful of him. All except the boy’s mother, who loved him dearly and was intent to see the best of him. Many begged the lord to send the possessed child away or otherwise end him to restore peace, but for the sake of his wife, he relented and showed the boy mercy.

A mercy he came to regret, as the time came that even the beloved mother was struck down by the boy’s power. For all of Gabriel’s efforts, she continued to waste away. He scoured the land, seeking witches and wizards, archaic tomes, ancient rituals, and any manner of healing power to attempt to revive her.

All to no effect.

But he was desperate. And no matter how many failures and how many doctors and healers told him there was nothing to be done, he refused to give up on her. So caught up in his attempts to restore his wife, the man had foolishly neglected to manage his own son.

At least, until the day the heir summoned a demon.

It was a ravenous creature. Insatiable and deranged. Under the boy’s command, it attacked his father and ruined a good half of the manor in which they lived. Servants fled in terror. The creature stalked the halls, delighting in the fear it caused to anyone unfortunate enough to cross it. None dared to approach the house. People sought for an answer, but nothing could be done. After all, Felix was the heir. What could they do?

Luckily, there was a second son who was less disastrously inclined and with a much sweeter and more manageable temperament. And who did not have a pet demon to sic on people he didn’t like.

So the Lord Agreste promptly named young Adrien his heir and cast Felix out of the family.

Ousted from his noble position and banished from his home, the older son swore revenge and fled to another land with his demon, where he only grew in power and evil. Despite attempts to search for him and arrest him for his crimes and sorcery, he was nowhere to be found. Many knights were sent after him only to return in failure—if they returned at all. Much misfortune befell those whom encountered him.

Some say he opened a gateway to the Underworld where he is amassing an army of the undead. Some say he set up a lair within a volcano, guarded by dragons. Others will claim that he took over an innocent village and transformed them all into monstrosities. Then there was one person who said he started up a school somewhere.

Nobody could quite agree on just what happened to him, actually.

But everyone knew, yes, everyone knew! There was only destruction where he tread. Only danger in his home. Each day that passed, he only grew in skill and evil. All feared him. None with any sense dared to confront him and those that did would not get a chance to regret doing so.

Everyone knew that one day he would return and bring calamity upon them all.

Everyone knew that he would seek revenge against those who had cast him out.

And everyone knew that to this end, he had kidnapped the fair Marinette, a lady of great purity and healing magic.

Everyone that is, except for Felix himself.

“How did you get in my house?”

When Felix had woken up that morning, he knew immediately that something wasn’t right.

Mostly because he actually woke up of his own volition instead of due to being scratched by an annoyed and hungry demon or the sound of something being knocked off a shelf by said demon to get his attention. Plagg was rather petulant that way. It came with being a creature of destruction and ill fortune. As well as a demon. And one Felix had yet to figure out how to banish—though heaven knows he was trying.

Since the unfortunate circumstances of their initial meeting, the menace had been a thorn in his side, seeking any means to vex him. One of said means was waking him in the early hours of the morn to whine for food. And become rather destructive and impossible to ignore if food was not granted immediately thereafter.

The only time he didn’t bother Felix was if something else had his attention. Which was never a good thing.

So he sighed, put on his robes, and prepared himself for whatever headache was waiting for him.

Which happened to be a young lady in his kitchen. Clearly making something that smelled lovely and belonging in a bakery rather than his tower. Plagg, the little traitor, was cozying up to her quite easily.

The lady smiled, polite but clearly nervous.

“Hello! My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I came to request your teaching into the use of magic and sorcery—”

“One, I’m not a teacher. And two, that doesn’t explain how you got into my kitchen.”

“Oh, I let her in.” Plagg spoke up, appearing all too pleased from his spot next to her.

Felix’s eye twitched. “Why?”

“She smelled nice and had free food.”

Ah. There’s that headache.

“She’s a keeper, kid. Don’t send her away.”

“Quiet, demon.”

Because of course the demon would betray him and open him up to a potential threat for food. Plagg would deny it with silly claims that ‘she’s not really a threat’, but how would he even know when he’s stuffing his face and leaving Felix to deal with the aftermath.

It was Paris all over again.

“I’m sorry,” the lady—Marinette spoke up, noticing his mood. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“You shouldn’t have been able to intrude at all.” He told her—not just a bit put out by the whole thing.

She blinked, surprised. “Really?”

“I made this place impossible to reach with that goal in mind, yes.”

That only seemed to confuse her more. “But…it wasn’t that hard to get here.”

Felix would be insulted, except that up until this point no one else had managed to reach the land around his Tower, much less enter. From her expression, the girl wasn’t bragging or trying to show off. She was truly surprised by his answer. So that meant she must have some skill and at least and no ego for him to have to deal with.

There was that at least.

Regardless, he still needed to know how a stranger made it into his home. Mostly so he could further improve his protections to prevent it from happening again.

“How did you get here?”

“Oh, well I asked for directions.”

That had to be a lie.

“Except that nobody has directions to get through the Lost Forest.”

“Really?”

“That’s why it’s called the ‘Lost Forest’. Who would you even get directions from?”

“Well, I asked the nice fairies—”

Felix blanched at that. “From forest fae?”

“They were quite kind.”

“They eat people.”

She coughed. “I’m sure that’s just a rumor.”

“The trees are literally made out of people they’ve led astray and fed to them.” He politely—in his personal opinion—avoided questioning how she DIDN’T notice the twisted horror of the trees in question. “Why would they help you?”

She shrugged. “I offered them gingerbread men and asked for directions to get here.”

He stared, surprised at that.

…Huh. So they had a weakness for sugar. Or perhaps treats in the shape of people. He would need to keep that in mind.

“And what about the Gorge?” He asked.

“I crossed the bridge.”

He blinked.

“The Gorge doesn’t have a bridge.”

She beamed at that, appearing quite proud. “It does now.”

He raised an eyebrow in confusion. “What do yo—”

“And then I saw the Tower and headed here! There were a number of holes and vines blocking the way. You really need to clean up your lawn, it was difficult to get past the pitfalls and thorns. Someone could get caught and injured that way!”

He stared.

“That would be because they are traps. That is what they are meant to do.”

She blushed at that realization. “Oh.”

He closed his eyes and rubbed his head. “And how did you get past the door?”

“I knocked?” She answered, questioningly as if it should have been obvious.

“And I answered!” Plagg cheerfully added.

…This was it then. All his work, completely undone by an overly nice and cheerful lady who would no doubt be the death of him. And no thanks to his sole ally—if the thing could even be called that.

Felix glowered down at the creature. “And you didn’t think to perhaps warn me? Or at least not let in a potential threat?”

Of course, the glower had no effect. The little demon was more than used to it by now, and had no doubt encountered worse before he had ever been summoned. And Felix knew this after all this time, but he tried—oh yes, he would still try.

Plagg just grinned cheekily up at him. “What would be the fun of that?”

“Fun isn’t supposed to be the priority here.”

“It should be. Hell knows you were a stick in the mud before you summoned me.”

Marinette gasped at the little creature in surprise.

“You’re the demon? But you’re so tiny!”

“That’s because he hasn’t fed me!” Plagg exclaimed, looking up at her pitifully so as to garner sympathy.

“You eat three times your weight in cheese on a daily basis.”

Plagg didn’t deny it. And of course, the damned thing was completely unashamed. “Yeah, but I could eat four.”

Felix simply rolled his eyes.

Another day then.

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carewyncromwell · 4 years ago

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Carewyn’s third year had been an adventure and a half. She’d become something of a school hero for dealing with the Ice Vault’s curse the previous year with Ben Copper and Bill Weasley, but this year had also involved her becoming a Star Chaser on the Slytherin Quidditch team for one match, leaving the team after a fall-out with other Star Chaser Skye Parkin, and befriending not only Bill’s younger brother Charlie and popular Style Wizard Andre Egwu, but also her school rival Merula’s old friend, Tulip Karasu, and one of her lackeys, Barnaby Lee. And the year concluded with her having likewise gone into the Fear Vault with Bill, Tonks, and Barnaby and break its curse, setting her on a path once and for all to deal with all of the Vaults so she could save her brother Jacob.

After such a crazy year, Carewyn hadn’t been too surprised when Slytherin Prefect Felix Rosier asked to meet with her at the Training Grounds. She’d both lost and gained Slytherin quite a few house points (thanks in no small part to her short-lived Quidditch career), and she knew winning the House Cup was always his top priority, so she was very used to him “reminding” her to pick up after herself and earn twice as many points as she lost their house. Felix, however, for once didn’t start the conversation with the subject of house points.

“It’s the end of the year, and -- more relevantly -- the end of my time at Hogwarts,” he said. “Come June, I’ll have left this school for good...leaving Slytherin house in the hands of students like you. A troubling thought, to be sure,” he added as a dry aside.

Carewyn raised her eyebrows coolly, but did not answer.

She was more than used to Felix’s digs at her and her “delinquent” brother by now. It still irked her a little bit, but she’d known Felix long enough that she knew his behavior wasn’t really anything malevolent. He kind of reminded her of this fat, old, grumpy gray cat that belonged to the lady who owned the local ice cream parlor in her neighborhood, who always used to yowl in the back of his throat at anyone who came close to him, but almost never bare his claws.

Sure enough, with Carewyn not rising to the little barb, Felix brushed past it.

“With this in mind,” he said, and his shoulders were oddly stiff in how they straightened as he considered her, “I want to make sure you have something you can use to lead our house, in my absence.”

Carewyn blinked. “...You want to teach me?”

Felix had never really offered to help her before. She’d gone to him when she first wanted to learn how to duel so she could defend herself and her friends from Merula, and he’d reluctantly helped her out of obligation -- but he’d generally always expected her to take care of herself and, more importantly to him, win Slytherin house points on her own.

Felix gave a scoff. “Consider yourself fortunate -- I don’t tutor just anyone. I certainly wouldn’t have trained someone like your brother, no matter how smart he thought he was...”

Once again Carewyn tried to brush off Felix’s dig toward her brother, but this time it proved easier, just because of the expression on her Prefect’s face.

As long as Carewyn had known him, Felix had always been a rather guarded person -- a cold, vindictive guy who prioritized Slytherin winning above everything else and wasn’t really the type for sentiment or introspection. But in that moment, there was something uncomfortable, in his stiff shoulders and gruff expression...almost self-conscious. It made Carewyn hear his words differently and give them more thought that she might’ve before.

He wasn’t insulting her, she realized, as she looked at Felix. Slytherins weren’t always straight-forward about their feelings, and Carewyn was no exception. If Felix didn’t normally tutor people, but was tutoring her, then it meant he thought she was “worthy” of his knowledge. And if he wouldn’t have trained someone like Jacob, then it meant that he thought Carewyn wasn’t like Jacob. Carewyn still loved her brother with all her heart, so she only didn’t like being compared to Jacob because it was often framed as a bad thing, but even so. From the moment she’d first met him, Felix had always equated Carewyn with her “delinquent” brother and been extra hard on her as a result, not wanting her to be a burden on their house. So him acknowledging they weren’t the same was almost out of character.

He wasn’t trying to insult her. He was trying to apologize. He just didn’t know exactly how.

Feeling some pity prickle at the side of her heart despite herself, Carewyn opened her mouth as if to say something, before closing it again and reconsidering.

“...Thank you,” she said at last.

Felix was startled by the subtle, kind understanding in Carewyn’s expression. He considered her, some more of that odd uncertainty shadowing his gaunt face. After a brief moment, he cleared his throat and spoke much more gruffly again.

“Ahem. So. This is something you can use both in the Dueling Club and -- if you’re careful not to get caught -- elsewhere. I myself used it during a Quidditch friendly once, covertly,” he added with a smug smirk.

Carewyn cocked an eyebrow.

“Is my Prefect actually admitting that he broke the rules?” she asked with a slight smirk of her own.

Felix’s smirk broadened. “All good Slytherins know that rules are only to be followed when they work to our advantage. Besides, Gryffindor was in need of a good beating.”

He flippantly shrugged his robes off to the ground and faced the training dummies, his wand up and ready.

“This is the Freezing Charm,” he said in a much more crisp, business-like tone. “It will prevent anything with the ability to move from moving. Flitwick taught this to us so that we could freeze a pair of a shoes he’d enchanted to dance -- I’ve also found that it’s a great way to trip someone, if you point it directly at their feet,” he added with a rather smug smirk. “Watch me -- Immobulus!”

With an “X”-like wand movement, the Prefect had conjured up a cluster of violet-tinted white sparks, which collided with the closest training dummy and made it rock backwards, its limbs lashed to its sides.

Felix turned to Carewyn expectantly. The third-year Slytherin reached into the pocket of her second-hand light pink dress’s skirt and took out her own wand, getting into position in front of the dummy. She mimicked the wand movement she’d seen Felix use several times silently.

The Prefect watched her, before reaching out and taking hold of her wrist.

“Mind the breadth of your wand movements,” he said. “Imagine you’re creating a noose around your target -- bring your wand up diagonally, cross over the target, and then back down. It doesn’t need broad gestures to work: just enough that your target is clear.”

Carewyn didn’t particularly like Felix holding her wrist. It’s not that she couldn’t tell he was trying to help, but she just didn’t like someone holding her in a way she couldn’t easily dislodge herself from. Being too proud to say so, however, she sat very still, watching him out the side of her eye as she waited for him to let go. Fortunately Felix did, and Carewyn relaxed significantly, her wand trailing through the air a few more times as she refined the movement.

“...You said this spell can work on anything that moves, right?” said Carewyn.

“Yes,” said Felix. “The perimeters are anything animated, whether because it’s a living thing or because it’s been enchanted. The more you practice, the stronger and longer lasting its effects are. In some cases, you could even freeze multiple targets with it, but that requires a lot of focus.”

Carewyn smiled wryly. “So if it works on enchanted objects, I guess it’d work on a Golden Snitch? Maybe long enough to help our Seeker catch it during a friendly match without anyone noticing?”

Felix’s lips spread into a very broad smirk. “I daresay it would.”

Carewyn shook her head, but she was still smiling.

“You really love winning things, don’t you?” she said despite herself.

“Well, of course,” said Felix, as if it were obvious. “Don’t all of us Slytherins?”

“Sure,” granted Carewyn, “but... well, I guess I never saw much reason to care about the House Cup, just for the sake of winning it. It’s just a trophy. You can’t really do anything with it once you win it, aside from maybe brag.”

Felix cocked his eyebrows dully. “I suppose that’s why you left the Slytherin team to get crushed in the match against Gryffindor.”

Carewyn shot him a rather irked expression, but tried to focus on what she was doing instead, so she wouldn’t snap at him.

“Immobulus!”

The light of her spell didn’t fully germinate, instead only making it half-way toward the dummy. She adjusted her grip on her wand and began to silently practice the wand movement again. Fortunately the distraction had been enough to help her cool her temper.

“I left the Slytherin team because I was filling in for their original Chaser, and she was ready to play again,” she said firmly. “And no matter how much I want to win, I’m not going to accept my teammates bullying other people. Orion deserves better than that, as Captain... and I expect better too.”

Felix rolled his eyes up toward the sky, not out of irritation, but something like resignation.

“I still don’t entirely understand how you ended up in our house, Cromwell,” he muttered.

Carewyn raised her eyebrows dryly. “Would you prefer I hadn’t and given all those house points I’ve earned to Gryffindor instead?”

“No.” Felix’s nose wrinkled in revulsion. “Certainly I’m pleased you went to a house that actually uses its cognitive faculties.”

He shifted his focus onto the training dummies, casting a few more Freezing Charms at them, so as to serve as an example for Carewyn.

“I suppose I’m just surprised you don’t care more about winning,” he said, his voice sounding a bit more thoughtful. “Don’t you want that respect, if not for yourself, then for Slytherin house overall?”

Carewyn watched Felix’s form with a frown, rotating her wrist absently.

“Well, of course, I want respect, but... well, winning a trophy doesn’t really matter to me, I guess, if I don’t love what I’m doing in the first place. The Quidditch Cup I get because I love playing Quidditch...and I want Orion and the others to achieve their dream of winning the Cup. But winning for the sake of winning just kind of seems like attention-seeking -- like those boys in Gryffindor who do dumb things to try to get Emily Tyler to like them...”

She recalled some of Bill’s classmates conjuring up a wall of flowers out of thin air and showing off on their brooms trying to impress her before Valentine’s Day and cringed. She was so glad that she was able to convince Bill Emily wasn’t worth his time -- he wasn’t the type to showboat, and she didn’t want him to feel like he had to, just to compete with idiots like that.

Felix cocked his eyebrows, interested.

“... Hm. So winning alone isn’t enough. The prize at the end has to have some personal value, to you. The journey means nothing, if you don’t get something for your labors -- in this case, not something tangible, but some sort of internal fulfillment.”

His lips actually curled into a slightly looser, more satisfied smile.

“... That actually is very appropriate to a Slytherin.”

Carewyn smiled. “Glad you approve.”

She pointed her wand at the training dummy closest to her, her blue eyes narrowing with focus.

“Immobulus!”

This time, her spell hit its target. The dummy rocked back, its limbs lashing together at its side just as Felix’s had earlier.

The Slytherin Prefect’s face burst out into a full, broad smirk.

“Excellent!” he said. His dark eyes actually glinted with some pride. “As to be expected by the student who defeated a Gryffindor two years her senior.”

“That Gryffindor is my friend,” Carewyn said reproachfully. “And Bill was probably going easy on me at the time...”

“His mistake,” said Felix dismissively.

At that moment, a burst of raucous laughter rang out from the other side of the Training Grounds, prompting Felix and Carewyn to turn around.

A group of Slytherin boys a few years younger than Carewyn had strolled out onto the grounds with huge, wicked smirks on their faces as they talked amongst themselves. The one in the center of the clump, a dark-haired boy with gleaming, beady little eyes, was showing off something on his arm.

“Drew it myself!” he said proudly. “Sure made that blood traitor Hufflepuff wet himself -- ”

“Nice one, Emmett,” snigged one of his cohorts, a skinny, scrawny boy with large front teeth.

Felix’s lips came together tightly at the sight of the first year boys. When Carewyn looked at what the boy called Emmett had been showing his friends, though, she gave a horrible start seeing what looked like a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth drawn on it in paint.

Her blue eyes flaring with righteous anger, Carewyn lowered her wand and immediately strode over.

“Wipe that off your arm right now,” she said very coldly.

The younger boys looked up at the third-year girl, startled. The boy called Emmett reacted belligerently.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” said Carewyn. “The Dark Mark is not something to joke about.”

Emmett looked undaunted.

“Who says I was joking?” he asked with a smug smirk.

Carewyn put her hands on her hips. She was ready to give this boy a verbal lashing, but she was cut off by Felix.

“Emmett,” he said very lowly. “Take it off.”

The sight of Felix made Emmett’s smirk slide off his face. His beady little eyes narrowed, suddenly turning very hard.

"You’re not the boss of me, Felix!” he snapped.

“I am your Prefect, however,” said Felix, his voice still very quiet and solemn. “And I am your brother.”

Carewyn glanced at Felix out the side of her eye, slightly surprised. Emmett’s tiny eyes flashed.

“Not for much longer,” he taunted. “Reckon Mum’ll let me have your room, after you fly the coop? Don’t reckon she’ll want to have it set aside for you to come back and visit -- ”

“I wouldn’t need that room, at any rate,” said Felix. “Now take that paint off your arm.”

Emmett’s eyes, the same shape and color as Felix’s, were smoldering with resentment. He raised his arm, showing off the fake Dark Mark on his arm with a kind of vicious pride.

“Dad would’ve liked it,” he spat.

Felix’s eyes narrowed too, flashing with an emotion that Carewyn couldn’t quite place.

“Is that what Mum’s made you think?” he asked softly.

Sticking his chin out stubbornly, Emmett wiped the paint off his arm roughly on the inside of his robes. Then he turned to his friends, muttered, “Come on,” and the group strolled toward the other side of the Training Grounds.

Carewyn watched them go before turning to look at Felix. He'd bowed his head and closed his eyes, sighing quietly through his nose. His face looked so tired, so jaded...disheartened.

Compassion touching the inside of her chest, Carewyn extended a hand and rested it on the side of Felix’s shoulder.

The Prefect gave a light start -- he’d momentarily forgotten Carewyn was there. Then he glanced away.

“Don’t suppose you’ve met my younger brother previously?” he asked.

“No,” said Carewyn. “Is he a first year?”

“Yes.”

Carewyn looked out at Emmett Rosier in the distance with his friends -- they were all still muttering malevolently among themselves.

“He’s six years younger than you, then,” she said slowly. “I guess that means you probably looked after him a lot, when you were younger...”

Like Jacob looked after me, she thought.

“...Yes.”

Felix’s shoulders had stiffened noticeably. Trying to brush his feelings aside, he spoke more brusquely.

“Well, our practice here is done. Let’s be off.”

~*~

Felix used his lesson for Carewyn as an excuse to give Slytherin 20 house points, citing her display of “exceptional Charms work” and for “setting a good example for younger students.” Carewyn couldn’t help but think awarding those house points was probably a good half of why he’d initiated this whole thing in the first place.

As fate would have it, though, not long before curfew, Carewyn ended up catching sight of Felix heading out alone to the castle courtyard after dinner that evening. Perhaps because the Prefect hadn’t known anyone was watching him, his gaunt face betrayed some more of that strange emotion that he’d shown around Emmett -- that resigned, melancholy look.

Telling Rowan and Barnaby that she’d meet them in the commonroom, Carewyn decided to follow Felix. She found him sitting in the courtyard alone, his arms resting on his right leg crossed up and over his lap as he looked up at the stars.

“Hi, Felix,” Carewyn greeted gently.

Felix looked up.

“...Cromwell.”

Carewyn took a few steps forward, so that she was standing beside him.

“May I sit with you?” she asked.

“If you must,” said Felix. His voice didn’t come out nearly as rude as it might’ve normally, though -- it almost sounded accepting, despite its resignation.

Carewyn lowered herself down on the ledge next to him, her hands clasped in her lap. Her almond-shaped eyes drifted up onto the night sky -- she didn’t feel comfortable enough to look Felix in the eye.

The two sat in silence for a long moment before Felix finally broke it.

“...Is there a reason you followed me out here?”

Carewyn shrugged. “I saw you leaving, and...I just got this feeling that you were drowning in something dark, in your head. Like you were facing down this demon only you could see. And, well...I didn’t like the thought of you sitting all alone with those thoughts.”

She clasped her hands in her lap.

“So I figured I’d just sit with you for a while, if that’s okay. Just so those bad thoughts aren’t the only thing keeping you company. We don’t need to talk, if you don’t feel like it.”

Felix glanced from Carewyn’s clasped hands in her lap to up at her face out the side of his eye, almost baffled.

“And what do you want in return for this, exactly?”

Carewyn raised her eyebrows.

“Oh come on, now,” said Felix scornfully. “You have to want something, to be this...nice. I’ve never been particularly pleasant to you before today, after all. What other reason would you have to act all buddy-buddy with your mean old Prefect?”

His dry sarcasm made Carewyn frown.

“...I didn’t really think you were being mean, when you said all that stuff about Jacob and me. It made me mad sometimes -- still does, honestly,” she muttered under her breath before moving on, “If you’re looking for my reason, it’s that I feel sorry for you. I’m sure it’s not a reason you’ll like, since you probably don’t like being pitied -- ”

Indeed, Felix did look rather miffed.

“ -- but that’s my reason all the same. And you don’t have anyone else to be here for you right now, and I’m able to do it, so I may as well. You might be nasty a lot of the time and I might not get your whole obsession with the House Cup at all...but I can tell you only act like you do because that’s just how you are. You’re not the sort of person who shows you care with soft words. That doesn’t mean you don’t care, and that doesn’t mean you’re a bad person.”

Felix stared at Carewyn, stunned despite himself. Finally he broke his gaze away, casting it off toward the floor in the far corner of the courtyard.

“You really are a strange one, Cromwell,” he said gruffly.

There was a silence. Then he spoke again.

“...I suppose you did this for your brother too? Sitting with him even when he went off to be by himself?”

Carewyn nodded. “Sometimes. Sometimes he’d do it for me too. Mum had to work really long hours, so it was just us, a lot of the time."

Felix looked back up at the sky, leaning forward over his lap as he gazed at the stars overhead.

“...My father was away a lot too,” he admitted.

He could sense that Carewyn had shifted her gaze over to him, but he didn’t look at her.

“He always had a lot of work to do that he couldn’t tell us much of anything about. We’d assumed it was something to do with his job at the Ministry -- he’d been working at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the time, so I’d always thought maybe it had to do with something classified. Whatever it was, though, he didn’t want me to know about it -- for any of us kids or Mum to know about it. He didn’t want us asking questions. He didn’t want us going into his office or opening any drawers. He always kept everything locked. As far back as I can remember...I was never allowed to know what was inside. He always said...that his work was no fit thing for a bright young lad like me to spend my time on -- especially when I had my mother and younger siblings to look after.”

His eyes darkened noticeably. Carewyn’s eyes softened.

“Your father was trying to protect you, then,” she murmured.

Felix inclined his head. “All of us. He knew that if we knew what he was wrapped up in, we’d want to help him. Even if it meant joining the Dark Lord ourselves -- selling our souls and our freedom away, just to be by his side...we’d do it.”

The Slytherin Prefect’s eyes were as black as tar pits as he stared at his hands resting on his leg without even seeing them.

“But Emmett and Boudicca...they’re too young. They don’t remember how it really was -- all they know is what Mum’s recollected for them. How she saw things...how she wanted to see things. She didn’t want to think of Dad seeing his alignment as something he wasn’t proud of -- a beast he was willing to serve to achieve his goals, but didn’t want to sacrifice us to. ...She didn’t want to think of how he would’ve tried to dissuade her from following his path, if he were still here.”

Noticing Carewyn’s concerned expression, Felix shook his head.

“No, she’s not a Death Eater. Can’t very well be one, when their leader’s gone, can she? But she’s...changed, since Dad was killed. Hardened her heart. Sees our family’s core mission in life as living to avenge what was stolen from us...and by ‘our family,’ that unfortunately means us. Emmett and Boudicca have been brought fully on-board to the idea, of course, thanks to all the rubbish she’s fed them, but me...well...”

He smirked humorlessly.

“...I’m ‘flying the coop’ to Romania, to train dragons. So yeah, not exactly doing either of my parents proud.”

His face then grew more grim.

“...But I just...need a place that’s mine. A place that’s mine alone, where my fate is mine to make. And staying at home, I’ll never find that. All I’ll do instead is die slowly...wasting my time trying to save people who have no interest in being saved and have even less interest in saving me.”

Carewyn considered Felix for a moment. Her blue eyes trailed over his face thoughtfully, resting in the darkened corners of his sunken-in, resigned eyes.

“...Your father’s Evan Rosier, right?” she asked at last.

Felix’s expression twitched. “Yes.”

Whatever reaction Felix had been expecting, however, it wasn’t what he got. Carewyn offered a weak smile.

“My father’s name was Evan too,” she admitted.

Felix blinked in surprise.

“I didn’t really know him,” said Carewyn. “He left Mum, Jacob, and me when I was three or so. He was a Muggle, and finding out Jacob, Mum, and I had magic...I guess he just couldn’t handle it. So he packed his bags and never came back. Even before he left, I gather he didn’t pay me that much attention, so that’s why I don’t have many memories of him. Jacob raised me more than he did, really...”

The memory of her brother carrying her on his shoulders and having a mock duel with Licorice wands made her heart hurt. She closed her eyes and pushed the images down as best she could so as to keep her composure.

Felix’s expression shifted slightly, betraying something almost sympathetic.

“Funny how people don’t understand that they’re supposed to actually be around, if they want to really be considered parents,” he said cynically.

Carewyn nodded.

“I’m really sorry about your mum, though,” she murmured. “Your siblings too.”

Felix scoffed. “What are you sorry for? It’s not your doing.”

“No, I know...but I’m still sorry that you haven’t been able to support each other. ...That’s what families are supposed to do, even if a lot of them don’t.”

At least I’ve always had Mum, she thought to herself. And I had Jacob, before...

Once again she pushed the memory of Jacob sitting with her under the Christmas tree on his stomach to the back of her mind.

Felix sighed quietly through his nose, his gaze shifting back up toward the sky.

“Things often aren’t as they should be,” he said lowly. “But that’s nothing new for us Slytherins. That’s why we have to be resourceful and use what little we have, to earn the appreciation we’re owed.”

Carewyn offered Felix another slight sad smile and nodded, before looking back up at the sky.

They sat side by side in silence, their eyes heavenward, for a good while. More and more stars appeared as night fell, creating constellations that winked down at them through the blackness. And as the two Slytherins sat together, Carewyn absently started to sing under her breath, to pass the time.

“My child arrived just the other day --

He came to the world in the usual way,

But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay...

He learned to walk while I was away.

And he was talking 'fore I knew it, and as he grew,

He’d say ‘I'm gonna be like you, Dad --

‘You know I'm gonna be like you...’

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,

Little boy blue and the man in the moon...

‘When you coming home, Dad?’ ‘I don't know when,

‘But we'll get together then...

‘You know we'll have a good time then...’”

When Carewyn’s voice had faded back into the silence, Felix finally uncrossed his legs and faced her properly -- and for the first time in Carewyn’s memory, his lips were actually turned up in a very slight, warm smile.

“You’d make a pretty fair replacement for Chester Davies,” he said amusedly.

Carewyn smiled back. “You mean in the Frog Choir?”

“In the Frog Choir -- and as a Prefect.”

Carewyn was taken aback.

“Prefect? Me?”

Felix’s sunken-in eyes were glinting with a bit of mischief. “Indeed. I think I may have to pass along a recommendation to both Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape, before I leave.”

He got to his feet, sliding half of his hand into his pocket so that it was resting on his hip.

“Come along, then -- best get you off to the commonroom before curfew. And I expect that when you get that little badge, you’ll send me some post thanking me for my support.”

x~x~x~x

[Enjoy Felix’s character playlist here! // Carewyn’s dress based on the pink dress pictured here // read the first Father’s Day post featuring my HPMA Anastasia “Ana” Read and her stepfather Bradley Pinkstone here!]

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#hphm #hogwarts mystery #felix rosier #carewyn cromwell #bill weasley #jacob cromwell #evan bach #evan rosier #lane cromwell #my writing #my art #first time writing ANYTHING with felix!!#oh boy this was fun #but yeah basically I see felix mentally seeing charlie and carewyn as replacement 'young siblings' to fill in the hole of losing real ones #to the monster of pureblood mania :<#both boudicca and emmett rosier become death eaters to 'follow in their father's footsteps'#which really in truth feeds mara rosier's thirst for vengeance to supposedly heal her pain of losing her husband #basically mara rosier is a tragic figure with shades of morgan lefay sending her children off to war to avenge her pain in her stead :(#it's kind of no wonder that felix -- just in order to save himself -- had to break away from his toxic family #fortunately at the romanian dragon sanctuary he acquires a new 'found family' of his own :')

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merakiaes · 5 years ago

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Liquid Luck - Draco Malfoy

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

Requested: By @the--queen-of-hell & @ijustwant2ndwrite

Prompts: None.

Warnings/notes: I went ahead and combined two requests in this one, I hope that’s okay! Not proofread so I apologize in advance for any possible mistakes. I hope you like it, let me know what you think.

Wordcount: 1743

Summary: Draco has been absent, distracted and agitated since you came back for your sixth year at Hogwarts, missing classes and doing bad in the subjects he’s usually on top of. You do what you do to help him, and when Professor Slughorn presents a vial of Felix Felicis during class, you immediately know what you have to do.

You had known Draco ever since your first year at Hogwarts, both of you being sorted into Slytherin quicker than anyone had ever been sorted before; even the Weasleys, who had a spotless Gryffindor record.

Despite your sorting into the house of Salazar Slytherin, however, Draco had been warned by his parents already before going not to associate himself with you, because of the way your Death Eater parents had betrayed their lord last-minute and warned the Order of Voldemort’s plan to assassinate the Potters.

For their betrayal, they obviously weren’t so lucky as to keep their lives, and you were left in the hands and care of your grumpy Squib uncle, who had distanced himself from your parents but, to some extent, had a friendship with Dumbledore and therefore agreed to take you in.

In the eyes of the pureblooded wizarding families, you were about as filthy as the Weasleys, but you couldn’t care less.

You were a generally happy person, who preferred to turn every obstacle thrown at you in your life into something good, one way or another.

It was probably this trait of yours that opened Draco’s eyes up to you from the start.

You were kind to him, even when he, for his first impression, chose to insult you and your family name, so in the end, he just ended up welcoming you into his little group.

You were just kids back then and unlike their parents, none of them really cared about where you were from, as long as you were a Slytherin.

And when they got to know you, they couldn’t bring themselves to despise you even when you got older either because at that point, you were all good friends.

You had a pretty decent relationship with all of them; Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise and Pansy. But most so of all with Draco.

You were the only smidge of good influence that he had left in his life and cared for him more than anyone else, which is why you were the first, and probably the only one who noticed his sudden decrease in happiness when you came back to Hogwarts for your sixth year.

It started out small, with him spacing off during the feasts; not talking to anyone, not eating, just staring into the table with a depressed look on his face and his chin leaned on his hand.

At that stage, you just waved it off as sleep deprivation, knowing that he’d struggled with sleeping for a while now.

But then he started becoming stressed and agitated during classes, seeming not to remember how to do specific potions even though you knew he was the best at potions in your year and in any other case would’ve been able to finish with a perfect result.

Another while later, he started missing meals and classes altogether, sneaking off after curfew when he thought no one was watching and acting generally suspicious and antsy, jumping back to reality every time you would touch his shoulder in an attempt to wake him up from his day-dreams.

And that’s when you knew you had to help him.

Whatever he had going on, whatever he was struggling with, it was obviously taking so much time out of his day and so much energy out of him, that he didn’t have time to focus on himself or his academics and as his friend, you would do anything to get him back on his feet.

But you knew him like you knew the back of your own hand and knew he would never accept the help if you straight-out offered, especially not in the state he seemed to be in now.

On the contrary, he was sure to become defensive and accuse you of doubting his intelligence, and freeze you out for your remaining time at Hogwarts out of shame – and you definitely didn’t want that.

So you did what you could without giving away the fact that you were the one helping him, hurrying to pair up with him in class so that you could do all the work while he spaced out, and making two copies of notes in every class that he missed out on, sneaking them into the boys’ dorms and placing them on his bed.

The first time you did the latter, you had watched as he came out of dorms with your handwritten notes in hand, looking around the common room with a confused and tired look on his face.

But he hadn’t said anything, just turned around and headed back into the dorms and closing the door behind him.

The small acts of kindness only took him so far, however, and you were constantly looking for ways to help make him happy, if only just for an hour.

And you finally, finally got the chance to do so during potions class with Slughorn, during which he had presented a vial of Felix Felicis and offering it as a price to the first person who successfully managed to brew The Draught of Living Death.

You had glanced over at Draco when he presented it, noticing the glint of hope in his eyes when hearing the Professor’s words, and also taking note of the way his eyes never left the bottle.

You instantly knew what you had to do, but just like everyone else, you struggled to cut the Sopophorous Bean.

It would have been a lost cause, if you hadn’t overheard Harry Potter saying that it worked better if you crushed it with the flat side of the dagger, and lucky for you, you were a lot quicker than him at potions, and managed to finish just before him.

When Slughorn praised your potion, congratulated you and handed you the vial of Felix Felicis, Draco’s face fell with disappointment and before you could approach him, he had gathered all of his books and rushed out of the classroom.

After that, you had been trying to find him the entire day, but just like always, he was gone, missing out on the remaining two classes of the day.

You kept doing what you always did and took double notes, leaving them on his bed when the common room was empty, and went about your afternoon with the vial never leaving your pocket, just in case you’d run into him.

And you finally did just as you were about to head back to the common room for curfew, catching a glimpse of platinum blonde hair just as he rounded a corner, and you knew in an instant where he was headed.

You kept your distance as you followed him up into the Astronomy Tower, your fist clenched around the vial of liquid luck where it was still waiting in your pocket.

When you reached the top, Draco was leaning his forearms onto the railing and looking out into the night, and he only noticed you when the floorboards creaked under your feet, his head turning just slightly to the side.

He knew it was you without even looking at you, recognizing the familiar warm, positive energy you seemed to take with you and fill the room with wherever you went.

Knowing that he had noticed you, you wasted no time, slowly walking up to join his side and watching the profile of his face as he turned his head back forward.

“What are you doing here?” He asked without missing a beat once you were standing by his side, and you chuckled.

“You don’t own the Astronomy Tower, you know.” You attempted to joke, but when he didn’t even crack a smile, or look at you at all, you turned serious again, clearing your throat and reaching into your pocket.

“I just wanted to give you this.” You continued in a lower voice, and this time, his head turned around, his eyes moving down to the vial in your hand.

A flicker of emotion immediately flickered through his eyes, the shocked greys then moving up to meet yours. When he did so, the shock quickly changed into suspicion, eyes narrowing and lips pulling down in a mild scowl.

“Why?” He asked, and you only shrugged, looking down at the vial with a frown etched across your face.

“I figured you could use it more than me so I… won it for you.” You told him, looking up at him to see that the scowl was slowly dispersing.

“You… won it for me?” He asked, still sounding distrusting.

You nodded your head as a silent reply.

He was quiet for a moment, but then you watched as his face suddenly fell in realization. “It was you, wasn’t it?” He asked. “The notes.”

A small, careful smile stretched over your lips but you didn’t get the time to answer, as that smile was all the answer he needed.

“Why?” He asked again, and you didn’t miss a beat.

“Everyone needs a bit of help sometimes, there’s no shame in that.” You told him gently, shrugging your shoulders with a small smile.

He watched you, analyzing your face for a moment. And then he looked down at your still outstretched hand, where the vial of liquid gold was still resting in your palm.

With slow, hesitant movements, he reached out and took the bottle, raising it up in front of his face and inspecting the gold swirl and glitter under the light of the moon.

He stayed like that for a minute, the two of you standing in complete silence, and then, when he was done inspecting the potion, he lowered it back down and let his eyes meet yours again, to which you wasted no time in smiling.

“I think the words you’re looking for are ‘thank you’.” You told him in a teasing manner, but instead, he just reached his hand up to your cheek and pulled your face to his, connecting your lips to his before you even got the time to process what was happening.

Your eyes widened at the sudden turn of events, shock filling your body and causing you to completely freeze.

He pulled away from you again before you had even gotten the time to progress everything and when he did so, his face was mildly regretful, his eyes avoiding yours in shame.

But as he moved to turn his face away from you, you brought your hands up to his head and turned it back, doing him like he had done you and not giving him a chance to process or protest before pressing your lips to his, this time coming apart without regret.

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marlenethemenace · 4 years ago

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WHEN: 31 December, 1979

If you give Marlene McKinnon a biscuit, she will insist on having another. After all, they aren’t simply biscuits, but Felix Felicis infused jammie dodgers---her mother’s best recipe, and one of Marlene’s favorite parts of New Year’s Eve. And given that this Eve in particular was so overwhelmingly full with a decade’s worth of goodbyes and farewells--- Well, who could blame Marlene for taking more than just one as she warms her toes in front of the fireplace? No one, that’s who---but especially not her mother, who will sit happily and warmly beside her daughter, and eat half a dozen of the biscuits herself.

Which is how Marlene will end up eating the other half dozen of those biscuits. And if Marlene eats half a dozen of those biscuits, she will likely ask her mother for a mug of hot chocolate to wash them all down. Of course, asking a McKinnon on holiday for a beverage of any sort is a dangerous, bold thing to do, and so when Faye McKinnon returns with their mugs, they will contain not just hot chocolate, but some sort of liqueur, to make sure the drink warms more than just their chilled bones.

Once Marlene has drained her mug -- and she will have watched the snow falling outside the whole time she sipped it along -- she will want to build a snowman. Because it isn’t the work of snowman building that puts her off of it most days, but the finger numbing cold that stands in her way. But between the hot chocolate, and the fire, and the liquid luck and courage, Marlene will feel prepared to brave the snow. She will shrug on an old cloak, and new mittens, and fling a scarf across her shoulders, and dig out a fluffy pair of earmuffs. Her parents and brothers will quietly smirk at the flurry of mismatched colors and patterns she has donned as she ruthlessly sweeps the house for supplies. From a drawer in her father’s desk, she will pluck a pair of large and mismatched buttons, and from the yew tree in the front yard, she will snap a matching pair of branches. But when she scavenges the refrigerator for carrots, Marlene will come up empty handed, and for that, there will be but one fix: a trip to the greengrocer in Diagon Alley.

When Marlene arrives at the greengrocer, the queue will be lined up out the door, and full of grumpy patrons who forgot the most obvious things for their New Year’s Eve celebrations. Too restless to stand in line — and still far too warm to be surrounded to closely by so many people — Marlene will walk up and Diagon Alley in the hopes of finding a carrot somewhere else. But the carrot will soon be forgotten, because not long after she turns away, Marlene will realize that she is very cold, and very tired, and very much in need of a place to pee. Even with all her layers, the cold will only make it worse. Dancing to her own tune is how Marlene will dash across Diagon Alley, in search of the emptiest looking storefront, until, with cold fingers tucked beneath her chin, she runs into a brick wall of a wizard, and jabs said fingers painfully against her throat.

As she massages her throat, Marlene will look up at the traitorous intruder---only to realize that this is no ordinary intruder, but one of Gilbert’s security guards, by the name of Ivan. She will remember then that she has spent the whole day trying to forget that today is Gilbert’s funeral, and she will glare as her body warms all the way up again---but this time, instead of hot cocoa or a cozy fireplace, it will be because of anger. The anger will take over so wholly that when Marlene opens up her mouth to ask why Ivan isn’t at the funeral either, her throat will be too swollen with rage to speak, and instead, something both strange and entirely predictable will occur: Marlene will begin to cry.

If Marlene begins to cry, the strong and silent Ivan will quickly sweep her inside the Selwyn Apothecary, away from the public eye. She will still struggle to speak through her tears, and so Ivan will take the extra step of preparing a calming cup of tea. But to do this, he will need to go up the street to Rosa Lee’s, but Ivan’s discomfort with emotions -- even those of a girl he has known since she was fifteen -- will leave him with no other choice.

This is how Marlene will end up locked inside Selwyn Apothecary, all by herself.

Once the silence settles in around her, Marlene will stop crying. She will look around the empty shop for something to preoccupy herself with while she waits -- at diced fly wings, at pickled rat spleen, at powdered wormwood -- until she comes across a door in the back that has been left ajar. Marlene will, of course, wander inside, and, as she realizes that she has found Godfrey Selwyn’s office, she will decide that she wants to have a proper look around. She will sift through drawers and scowl at the far between family photos, until she finds something of interest to her. But knowing very little about potions will make that feat more difficult than Marlene anticipates. It won’t be long until she gives up and throws herself into the cushy chair at Godfrey’s desk to wait.

As Marlene leans back in Godfrey’s chair, imagining what it must be like to be born without a heart, she will see it. She will see it with two wide and disbelieving eyes, and it will freeze her in place. She will tell herself that this must be a trap, because it was too easy a find, and remember that Ivan will be back to unlock the door at any moment. But when the front door doesn’t jingle with the unlocking, and no booby trap sets off to impair her, Marlene will reach for the file on Godfrey’s desk -- the one labeled vaccine trials -- and open it up.

If you give Marlene McKinnon a cup of tea, she will thank you for it at least three times. But her thanks will come in rambling waves, and she will try to shut herself up by forcing down more of the tea. When she realizes that can’t do this any longer, Marlene will also realize how much tea she has drunk, and remember just how badly she has to pee. She will excuse herself with another ramble, and then abandon you in the eye of the whirlwind she has created.

These, at least, were Ivan’s findings, as he sipped on his own concoction of chamomile and rum, in an undisturbed storefront, but for the ghosts that hung round in the walls, and in his mind. He hoped, as he checked with satisfaction that the door to Godfrey’s office was still locked, that Marlene McKinnon would be nothing more a ghost to him, too, after today. After all, there were things -- and there were people -- who were sometimes better left behind.

#is there a more marlene book than if you give a mouse a cookie tho #drabble.#dated. december 1979

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this-seems-familiar · 4 years ago

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now presenting...

various once upon a time characters and ship tags as songs i’ve heard on the lofi hip hop radio - beats to relax/study to station! :D guess who had a lot of free time during work today.

this is by no means a comprehensive list but did get v e r y long, so i’m going to stick it under the cut. chances are even if your fave is Obscure, there’s an 80% chance they’re on here. although i will admit to running out of steam when it came to the ships--if a character or ship you dig isn’t on here, you can request a song in my inbox if you’d like. <3 and let me know if the links don’t work!

the characters are in complete random order with no rhyme or reason, but the songs are purposeful; headphones are recommended but not required. i hope y’all find this inspiring at least a tiny bit! enjoy~

david nolan/prince charming - j’san x epektase, ‘ghost in my mind’

killian jones/captain hook - dryhope, ‘contrasts’

neal cassidy/baelfire - casiio, ‘back home’

zelena/the wicked witch - ajmw, ‘hometown’

mary margaret blanchard/snow white - no spirit x mell-o x sitting duck , ‘la rochelle’

emma swan - mila coolness, ‘ibis’

belle french - mell-o x ambulo, ‘solace’

henry mills - pandrezz, ‘crystal lake’ ft. epektase

regina mills/the evil queen - iamalex x dillon witherow, ‘lazy morning’

rumplestiltskin/mr. gold - chiccote’s beats, ‘away’

ingrid/the snow queen - g. mills - ‘icicles’ ft. chris mazuera & tender spring

ariel - iamalex x dillan witherow, ‘coral’

elsa - chris mazuera & tender spring, ‘winter’s kiss’

mulan - less people, ‘gyoza’

anna - eisu x softy, ‘snowflakes’

august booth/pinocchio - team astro, ‘helpless’

tinkerbell - dontcry & nokiaa, ‘since’

alice jones/tilly - mondo loops, ‘starside groove’

the blue fairy/mother superior - project aer x wys, ‘after sunset’

ursula - mila coolness, ‘surf’

archie hopper/jiminy cricket - amies x cxlt, ‘things will work out’

sidney glass/the magic mirror - enra, ‘consequences’

grumpy/leroy - tysu x spencer hunt, ‘letting go’

eric - dontcry & nokiaa, ‘tides’

cora mills/the queen of hearts - sitting duck x hoffy beats, ‘slow mornings’

ruby lucas/red riding hood - brillion x chief, ‘moon theme’

malcolm/peter pan - dlj, ‘the docks’

robin hood - brillion, ‘when the sun goes down’

merlin - jordy chandra, ‘late night call’

aladdin - softy, ‘before the rain comes’

jefferson/the mad hatter - xander, ‘missing you’

graham humbert/the huntsman - xander, ‘morning time’

philip - no one’s perfect x kanisan, ‘pendulum’

isaac heller - yasumu, ‘untold stories’

aurora/sleeping beauty - lilac, ‘hyacinth’

ashley boyd/cinderella - purrple cat, ‘caramellow’

granny lucas - oatmello, ‘essenced’

albert spencer/george - team astro, ‘love lockdown’

the dwarfs mining co. - chiccote’s beats, ‘before’

greg mendell/owen flynn - tabal, ‘no return’

cruella de vil - cabal x blumen, ‘crystal land’

dr. whale/victor frankenstein - casiio, ’wondering’

kristoff - monma, ‘winter days’

maleficent - ajmw, ‘way back when’

henry mills i - snug, ‘warm meadows’

marco/geppetto - hm surf, ‘single phial’

ruth - laffey, ‘umbrella’

lancelot - laffey, ‘campfire’

will scarlet - sebastian kamae x aylior, ‘dontyouknow’

anton the giant - g. mills, ‘sublimation’ ft. arbour

daniel - softy, ‘autumn morning’

the apprentice - mila coolness, ‘heron’

violet - oatmello, ‘good night’ with late era

lily - imagiro, ‘wool gloves’

morraine - eugenio izzi, ‘get lost in the mind’s ocean’

dorothy gale - kupla, ‘valentine’

the blind witch/miss ginger - chiccote’s beats, ‘finding’

paige/grace - mila coolness, ‘balance’

kathryn nolan/abigail - g. mills x hm surf, ‘mmmm’

william smee - no spirit x mondo loops, ‘washed ashore’

sister astrid/nova - yasumu, ‘midnight thoughts’

ava zimmer/gretel - laffey, ‘moonlight’

leopold - less people, ‘persist’

billy/gus - glimlip x yasper, ‘floating away’

milah - snug, ‘balcony nights’ ft. spencer hunt

midas - chiccote’s beats, ‘back’

michael tillman/the woodcutter - spencer hunt, ‘moonlight’

walsh/the wizard - mondo loops, ‘drive to midnight’

eloise gardener/mother gothel - towerz, ‘fateful slumber’

liam jones - dryhope, ‘quetzal’

rapunzel - chris mazreua x brillion, ‘juniper’

fiona/the black fairy - kupla, ‘twilight’

jafar - no spirit, ‘glowing lights’

the jabberwocky - mondo loops, ‘winter shells’ ft. kanisan

jacinda vidrio/ella mills - yasumu, ‘questions’

lucy mills - kupla, ‘sleepy little one’

margot west/robin mills - snug, ‘night coffee’ ft. mondo loops

king arthur - brillion, ‘crescent’

guinevere - mila coolness, ‘silent river’

merida - iamalex x dillan witherow, ‘nightwalk’ ft. azula

dr. jekyll/mr. hyde - g. mills, ‘rest your head’/fatb, ‘aurora boreale’ ft. mell-o

ivy belfry/drizella tremaine - chiccote’s beats, ‘illusion’

nicholas zimmer/hansel - chris mazuera, ‘obscurity’

hades - dryhope, ‘down river’

sabine/tiana - chris mazuera, ‘counting’ with g. mills

drew/naveen -hoogway, ‘skyline’ ft. dlj

felix - kupla, ‘roots’

walt d./the author - jhove, ‘if you only knew’

elliott mcgrath/jane hawkins - less people, ‘everything’s a symptom’ _____________

red whale (dr. whale x ruby lucas) - aso, ’espresso’

rumbelle (mr. gold x belle french) - yasumu, ‘waking up’

sleeping captain (aurora x killian jones) - monma x cocabona, ‘garnet’

snowcules (hercules x snow white) - dlj, ‘blackout’

beauty queen (regina mills x belle french) - tabal, ‘inside space’

captain charming (killian jones x david nolan) - pandrezz, ‘cuddlin’

aladasmine (aladdin x jasmine) - kupla, ‘soft to touch’

believe or leave (mr. gold x jefferson x dr. whale) - hoogway, ‘everything (you are)’

brave warrior (merida x mulan) - wys, ‘snowman’

charming whale (david nolan x dr. whale) - sebastian kamae x aylior, ‘outlet’

bellefire (belle french x neal cassidy) - eisu, ‘sheets’

captain charming hood (david nolan x killian jones x robin hood) - yasper x glimlip, ‘infused’

dragon queen (maleficent x regina mills) - tenno, ‘luna’

firewood (august booth x neal cassidy) - sebastian kamae x intoku, ‘lucid’

blue hook (the blue fairy x killian jones) - tysu x spencer hunt, ‘blue moon’

outlaw queen (regina mills x robin hood) - a[way], ‘warm nights’

captain swan (emma swan x killian jones) - hm surf, ‘mud master’

snowing (mary margaret blanchard x david nolan) - brillion, ‘kiptime’ with hm surf

golden queen (mr. gold x regina mills) - team astro, ‘empty shelves’

white whale (mary margaret blanchard x dr. whale) - laffey, ‘nighttime’

red cricket (archie hopper x ruby lucas) - dr. dundiff x allem iversom, ‘pale moon’

swan queen (emma swan x regina mills) - no spirit, ‘memories we made’

curious archer (alice jone x robin mills) - flovry x tender spring, ‘becoming’

swanfire (emma swan x neal cassidy) - pandrezz, ‘when she cries’

wicked hell (zelena x hades) - elior x eaup, ‘ships’

seeing stars (archie hopper x elliott mcgrath) - euginio izzi, ‘the fairie’s city’

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glassrain83 · 4 years ago

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Dear Yuletide Writer

I am GlassRain on AO3, and thank you for writing for my tiny fandom(s)!

I love all these characters and any fic about them will make me happy. If you already have an idea feel free to run with it. If you want extra prompts or ideas, that’s what this is for.

Yes please: gay stuff, outer space, magic. Non-con, dub-con, and mind control. Relationships where there’s a power imbalance but they also truly love each other and do the work to make it good. Relationships with size differences (not as in short human/tall human, as in human/building-sized dragon). Identity porn/any kind of reveal where the audience knows something and gets to enjoy watching the characters figure it out.

No thanks: Gore/body horror/graphic depictions of violence, embarrassment, extreme underage (teen characters having sex is fine), bodily fluids (except the usual ones for sex scenes), non-canon character death, mundane AUs.

Fandoms:

Doctrine of Labyrinths - Sarah Monette

Characters: Felix, Mildmay

The Doctrine of Labyrinths is a series of fantasy novels by Sarah Monette. It is set in the secondary world of Meduse and tells the story of the adventures of the wizard Felix Harrowgate and his half-brother, former assassin Mildmay the Fox.

Lush fantasy melodrama full of codependence and great hurt/comfort. I have gotten Felix/Mildmay fic before and will keep prompting more of it until the end of time (or until a TV adaptation turns this into a megafandom, whichever comes first). Gen about them is also welcome.

Prompts:

Sci-fi/cyberpunk AU. Make the hocuses into hackers, the magical curses into corrupted cybernetics, the petty thieves into data pirates. Could be the alternate version of a canon event, or a whole new SF-themed plot twist.

Missing scene from Felix and Mildmay’s journey across the continent in book 1, something where Felix has a bad turn and Mildmay successfully calms him down. Just lean all the way into the h/c in their weird-but-deep sibling bond.

Guilty frantic brothercest. (During a time in canon when they’re both mentally capable of consenting.) Especially if it’s already an ongoing situation when the story starts, so it’s not a story about how they fell into it but about how they can’t seem to get out.

If you are up for writing crossovers: it’s a crime that there are no Labyrinth crossovers yet. How would Felix and Mildmay face off against the Goblin King?

The Murderbot Diaries - Martha Wells

Characters: Murderbot

Science fiction series about an artificial construct designed as a Security Unit, which manages to override its governor module, thus enabling it to develop independence, which it primarily uses to watch media. As it spends more time with some caring humans, it starts developing human feelings, which it finds inconvenient.

Ongoing sci-fi adventure in an interstellar corporate dystopia. Grumpy sarcastic Murderbot (it picked the name itself) just wants to be left alone to watch TV, but is smart and competent and keeps deciding it likes humans who need inconvenient rescues. No romance for Murderbot please, but go as hard as you want on the intense friendships it doesn’t want to admit it has.

Prompts:

Murderbot finds itself in charge of an impromptu So You Just Achieved Self-Determination, Now What? support group. Possible members: SecUnit Three, the unnamed ComfortUnit, original characters who hacked themselves independently and figured they were the only ones until they saw it on the news...

ART figures out that Murderbot enjoys very specific kinds of touch (low-key, platonic, comfort-seeking, non-threatening), and starts gleefully engineering situations where it can get some.

Murderbot’s love of Sanctuary Moon becomes public knowledge. Let’s see the reactions from SM fan forums, or in-universe cons, or the media company and its marketing department.

Leif & Thorn (Webcomic)

Characters: Any

Leif is a gardener in thrall to a mysterious debt, serving his native Sønheim at a foreign embassy. Thorn is a Knight of Ceannis who got severely burned while dragonslaying, and was rewarded with a cushy job guarding the embassy gates. Thorn doesn’t speak Leif’s language too well at first — but as they get to know each other, he finds a lot of reasons to learn.

Ongoing fantasy dramedy, with a cross-cultural romance and a great ensemble cast. (Read it here.) Leif/Thorn is canon. I’d love fic about them, and/or any romance (canon or not) that doesn’t break them up, and/or gen about anyone else.

Prompts:

Canon divergence AU where Thorn joined the Secret Order of Monster Hunters instead of the knights...and meets Leif while in the middle of a vampire-assassinating mission.

Holiday fic where Leif and Thorn share their traditions with each other. Warmth and fluffiness a plus.

Violet’s participation in fandom on the magic-crystal-internet. And maybe off of it, if a convention comes to town. What is magical-crystal-Yuletide like? Which series have split fandoms over badly-translated Ceannic-language dubs? Who else in the cast loves Violet’s fic without realizing she’s the one behind the pseudonym?

Tender, loving, slow-and-thorough Thorn/Kale. With Leif’s encouragement...or participation...or, depending on how you want to play it, direction.

Jeeves & Wooster

Characters: Jeeves, Wooster

Bertram Wooster, a well-intentioned, wealthy layabout, has a habit of getting himself into trouble and it’s up to his brilliant valet, Jeeves, to get him out.

Completed TV adaptation of the books by P.G. Wodehouse, starring Hugh Laurie as Wooster and Stephen Fry as Jeeves. Funny, charming, impressively complicated for how low-stakes the outcomes are. Gen or Jeeves/Wooster romance (with or without any of these prompts) all welcome.

Prompts:

Magical AU where they’re supernatural creatures – fae, elves, angels, demons, nature spirits, things in that category – and still manage to have the same dynamic, over much more ethereal problems.

Role-swap where Jeeves is a smart-but-disaffected member of the idle rich, and Bertie is a fanciful valet. Problems are solved by a mix of Bertie’s own talents and his ability to inspire Jeeves' brilliance.

Bertie discovers the fandom for his published writing (and probably needs Jeeves’ advice on how to keep professional boundaries). This can be a modern AU if you want to get the internet into it.

#yuletide #yuletide letter #doctrine of labyrinths #jeeves and wooster #Leif & Thorn #webcomics #murderbot diaries

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milesabovenotch · 6 years ago

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Our Lucky Chance

BTS x Hogwarts!au

Ravenclaw!Kim Namjoon

Hufflepuff!you

Words: 4625

Genre: Fluff

It’s absolutely devastating for a guy like Namjoon to think about other things beside school or classes, or studies. Moreover, about feelings.

He has that uptight aura of a geek whose nose always buried in books when he actually isn’t. He’s just reserved and saving energy not to socialize with people who’ll exhaust him more, because he always need his alone time. That somehow made him to always find a way to make things easier to do and easier to understand. And this mostly applied to academic matters.

But not for this kind of matter. Relationships, being honest with his feelings, all that jazz. He has seen many from his gang of lousy friends, but teenager Namjoon lacks experience. Especially since he just realized whom he wanted to ask to the Yule Ball. Whom he wanted to spend the so-called festive night comfortably. Which was you, his very recent study-slash-library friend.

“Oh shoot, is it October already?” you whispered as the sudden realization hit you. You both were in the library, on the same spot every week. “Slughorn said the essay should be done by the first week of October and I’ve been practically avoiding nothing but that..”

Namjoon smiled as he too answered your exasperation in whispers, “Well, technically it’s still september 31st, so you still have approximately 7 days until the end of the first week.”

“Yes but even years wouldn’t be enough for Potion.” You surrendered and finally closed your Muggle Studies—your newest favorite subject because you just found a perfect way to learn it, once a week meeting with Namjoon and interrogating him who has a muggle dad about the real muggle world, in a different perspective. You’re a hufflepuff with pure blood lines (not that you care), but your parents went to different houses. Your mother was gryffindor and your father was ravenclaw. They said one family tends to be on the same houses but the theory doesn’t work for your family. But in a way you got a different perspective about each houses and maybe that is why you are rarely judgemental, you are used to think that houses don’t divine the people. You don’t quickly judge a person based on their houses. You have many friends from several houses you met on several very different occasions. You met Gryffindor Jungkook in an addition class of Magical Creatures, you met Slytherin Jimin near the Forbidden Forest to catch Almond, his escaping calico cat. And apparently, they belonged to the same group of friends. A lousy gang, actually. One thing leads to another, it made you meet Namjoon, the street smart Ravenclaw. Slughorn’s all favorite boy.

“I am very lucky to have you here to escalate things up.” you laughed when you finally clear up the table and pack up, “when did you finish yours?”

“Yesterday.” He answered as he squeezed a bunch of new book he’s borrowing from the library to his black book bag, the one he always carried whenever he went to the library.

“Wait,” you suddenly remembered something. Even only once a week meeting with Namjoon, you already know his clumsiness, “Didn’t you say something about meeting Seokjin before dinner? It’s like, five minutes to dinner now, Joon!”

“Crap!”

And he fled, leaving his book bag he just packed. A very Namjoon thing to do.

“Jin! My kindest friend, the most capable, the—“

“Stop your shit Joon, I don’t want to talk to you.” Jin walked past him in the corridor without even looking at Namjoon. He was supposed to meet Jin for his experiment about transforming Pixy Egg to a-popping-firework-egg for Easter or something, basically to make it more festive and he completely forgot that.

“But i have found the book about Pixies!” he searched for the book but he realized he’s only holding his wand and nothing else, “..where’s my bag?”

Jin only rolled his eyes for the nth time,

“There- you- are!”

You came on the exact right time to bring the bag. For a second Jin gave Namjoon a knowing look you didn’t realize when you’re catching your breath after crossing the whole corridor carrying two heavy bags around.

“So you’re the reason I got stood up. How predictable—aAW“ Namjoon stomped on Jin’s feet in panic.

“Despicable, he meant despicable. Thanks, by the way.” Corrected Namjoon. He stopped there to see you grinning, your black and yellow tie a bit distorted and your messily clipped hair is a bit messier than usual, but you still managed to get him whipped anyway.

“No problem. I’ll head to dinner first, bye you two!” his eyes still following your figure getting smaller entering the Great Hall. Even though you are literally smaller by a head than Namjoon, resulting in you always have to look up whenever you two are talking.

“Have you asked her yet?”

Namjoon jolted from his thoughts, he almost forgot he’s standing next to Jin, “-yes i’m still here, brat.”

Namjoon sighed and suddenly remember how determined he’s this morning to ask you to the Ball, but everything just vanished whenever he saw you talking. “Not yet.”

“What makes it so hard, eh?” Jin asked as they walked to the feast.

“What makes—are you kidding me? i’m not you!” Namjoon felt offended, “I suppose you already asked someone?”

“Yeah, i asked Joy, the 4th grader i told you about. And not before turning down Lucy, Clara,..”

And Namjoon chose to busy himself chomping whatever it is near him instead of listening to what Jin said in their table. It is Ravenclaw’s table where Jin’s not supposed to be sitting, but it’s their thing. Even if only two person at first sitting together there, in minutes there will be five more to come. They just came to reunite on whichever house table they chose.

”Oooh, someone’s grumpy here.” ..Taehyung sat next to Namjoon. And then came another curious eyes and ears around from Jimin and Jungkook.

“Let me guess,” Yoongi has always been the quietest to approach them, but then suddenly talking as if he was there all along, “So between us 7, only you who haven’t asked someone out to the Ball?”

“What??” Namjoon felt betrayed, “So you guys already have plus ones?”

“Of course.” Jimin answered while munching the potatoes, “We agreed that today’s the deadline, right?”

“No, we didn’t.” Namjoon protested, “It’s tomorrow by breakfast!”

“Same thing. You only got an hour or two until bed time, what’s the difference?”

“All the difference in the world! it’s tomorrow, okay? Let me just eat my dinner in peace.” The crankiness was getting to Namjoon’s nerves. While the rest of the gang were joking and teasing each other about how they asked their dates to the Ball, Namjoon couldn’t help but looking for you on the corner of his eyes.

You were there, as ordinary as usual. Chatting and eating with your hufflepuff friends, surrounded by some girls giggling about something Namjoon didn’t know, approached by a guy..

Wait. What?

A gryffindor guy, what’s the name, Mino or something? Just approached you boldly on the dinner full of everyone, easily spotted, with a bouquet of rose, something Nerdy Joon would have never done. Besides he would rather not announced it publicly, he also knew very well that you don’t like red roses. You prefer yellow roses or tulips. What he couldn’t believe was that he himself was getting there, he will approach you after dinner before you go to your common room. He was just late by minutes, and here he had to watch you answered to Mino’s request? What a mess.

And by the way you blushed, accepted the bouquet, and teased by your friends (not to mention a big fisting yes! gesture from Mino, walking gallantly back to his table received by his friends as if he’d saved the Wizarding Community), Namjoon knew he’s late late. And suddenly, the grilled chicken in front of him didn’t seem so appetizing anymore.

“Hyung, come on.” Jungkook nudged him, apparently all of them also saw the hurtful scene before, “You know i would gladly sabotaged him, right?”

“Or i could crush him on tomorrow’s quidditch? I could fly the bludger towards him..” Jimin, slytherin’s beater already offering some kind of heroic actions.

“Thanks, but no, that’s a very muggle high-schooler thing to do.” Namjoon sighed and look at you. For a second your eyes met him, and shyly nodded your head and back to eating you soup. “it’s her decision, after all.”

But he didn’t finish his dinner.

“Would you go on a date with me tomorrow?”

That was one unexpected line that came out from Mino. Because the whole castle is on roaring attempt of getting plus ones for the Yule Ball but here he is, only asked you to go on a date with him tomorrow.

“I thought you were gonna ask her to the Ball?” Seulgi besides you gasped when seeing the beautiful roses pointed at you.

“Maybe? But i think we deserve one date for the sake of knowing each other, right?” Mino said nonchallantly, pointing his sharp eyes at you.

You are not one to prepare to be approached like this. You are not that fond of anything done.. publicly. You are not as charming as Slytherin’s Joy, or as bright as Seulgi, or even as pretty as Irene. You are just.. you. The not-so-prepared-for-a-surprise-you. That’s why you blushed when you accepted Mino’s roses. And pretty much no word came out beside a nod. Because no further harm could be done because of accepting one date, right?

The next day Namjoon met you at Potions, because you both were class partner after all, you shared the same cauldron today because apparently Slughorn just wanted a teamwork for this Felix Felicis finishing. Namjoon just hoped that he could be as lucky as this light liquid on his life.

“Why are you so quiet today?” you asked him, “did something happened?”

Namjoon stopped his daydreaming, “No, not at all.” But he’s not a sore loser, with you or not, he’d have to go to the ball and you’re his—well—friend after all, “What’re you doing after this?”

“Oh—“ suddenly you bit your lower lip, “You know that Mino guy from gryffindor?” yeah, as if i didn’t see it yesterday, Namjoon held his breath for a second, “he asked me for a date today, so i said yes.”

“I saw it. The rosey gesture huh.” he stirred the liquid until it turned bright, almost transparent. “what did you do with the poor flower?”

“Gosh, i feel bad so i just left it on the corner of my common room. This morning, a house-elf already put it on a vase, i’m guessing Winky, she likes to decorate.”

“One day i left a note on top of my holey socks and asked any house elf to help me sew it. It ended up with a flower pattern, Winky doing. To be honest i prefered them holey, thank you very much.”

You laughed at how Namjoon grunted. And you thanked God at how Slughorn was seriously talking to Henry who had a football player muggle-dad.

“Actually.. is it okay i have worries for the date? I don’t know Mino that well.”

Maybe, it’s time for Namjoon to take the bait.

So he said, “But do you like him though?” nonchalantly, yet his hand got colder at the same time.

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I just met him twice at his quidditch practice when i was waiting for Yeri, and we just talked for a bit. Do you know him? From the boys?”

He’s a snobbish proud artsy brave young man—impossible if he said the truth, right? So Namjoon just went on saying, “i also met him only on several classes. Jungkook said he’s an okay flyer after all.”

“’Okay’, huh? i bet Jungkook doesn’t want to lose his fair flyer title, after all.” You giggled. “speaking of which, why haven’t I see you fly?”

“the sky doesn’t suit me, girl. Don’t you remember how i tripped every 10 steps? I don’t want to embarass myself tripping up in the air.”

“Hey, i have a very good idea!”

It’s your eyes that Namjoon always hold on to. Your excited eyes, showing some little dimples around your upper cheek. He could see you like this all day and don’t mind at all. But now, he just couldn’t stop, “What?”

“I promised you i’ll go with you seeing the Thestrals, right? Isn’t it tomorrow?”

“Yes, to help me tend them because i can’t see them..” Namjoon is blessed by haven’t seen anyone died. Unlike you, back when you were young and there was the famous War of Hogwarts, before that the Death Eater were dominating. You saw one of your muggle neighbor got killed by a death eater right before your family called you to Disapparate. So, yes, you could see Thestrals.

“We could try riding them!”

“You mean you want to see me floating in the air on a something i couldn’t see?”

“It’s like riding a horse, i promise you. and besides, you could hang on to me in front of you.”

That took an amount of consideration for Namjoon to think.

“Okay kids, wrap up! I will test your Felix.” Suddenly Slughorn called and interrupted your conversation.

“Whatever, i will meet you tomorrow at 4 pm behind Hagrid’s Hut.” You whispered.

Namjoon spent the rest of the afternoon in a blur. He perfectly knew you and Mino would go sightseeing on the lake, to the quidditch field, and he practically had been avoiding almost every window just so he couldn’t get a glimpse of you or Mino. He’d rather not knowing anything.

He’s just lazying around in Ravenclaw’s common room nearing twilight when suddenly a fourth year girl—Doyoung?—approached him.

“Hey, Namjoon? There’s a hufflepuff girl waiting for you outside.”

“Who?”

“I don’t know but she said to pass the message.” And then she left.

He wanted to think that it’s you, with your cancelled or failed date with Mino but would that be harsh?

But he’s right about one thing, it’s you sitting on the stairs just beside the Raven of the Ravenclaw’s common room door. He wanted to believe that it would be him who would lighten up your long face. You looked exhausted and spent, humming to yourself a muggle song—Good together by Honne, introduced by Namjoon through his iPod—while closing your eyes. Namjoon approached quickly and sit beside you.

Of course you opened your eyes instantly, because every movement Namjoon did including some harsh wind blown and a little bit of vibrations on every surfaces he touched, so people will easily know it’s him.

“Hi! Am i interrupting you?” you said to the tall man beside you, whose legs taken up two steps below the one your legs were in.

“I didn’t expect you to come, but no actually.”

“Let’s go meet the thestrals now!”

“Now? An hour before dinner?”

“Yes pleasee?”

And he couldn’t ever say no to that pleading eyes of yours, so he nodded.

Several minutes later after some attempt of stopping by the kitchen and asked for some raw meats from the house elves (one elf even said to Namjoon “Would you like a whole seasoned raw lamb, sir?”) you both were behind Hagrid’s hut, heading to the forest you acclaimed to have been there several times before. Namjoon stayed close to you with his bag full of meat.

The sky had become so orange reaching the twilight, a shade of red around the round sun looking like a perfectly round egg yolk Namjoon had for breakfast. It was not too windy or too dark yet, some said it’s the-

“Perfect weather to fly, don’t you think?” you also stopped beside Namjoon to look up at the sky, “One thing i love about this place is the silhouette of the Astronomy tower. That makes every scenery i see from here a thousand times more beautiful. Aesthetic, like it comes from a paintings.”

“It is a painting, don’t you think?” Namjoon answered, “Done by a whole different Great Force out there that we mere humans couldn’t surpass, even with the most magical magic there is.”

“You now what, Joon. I love how that sound. Perfectly said.” you converted your eyes to a whole another scenery beside you, a built young man looking at the vanilla sky talking about the Great Force endearingly. “You always admit that there’s a Greater Force above us all, that’s why you always walk around keeping your head down. Because you know, we’re not superior enough to feel superior.” You ended that with an endearing smile on your face.

Was that blush you see coloring Namjoon’s face or it’s just a reflection of a phoenix passing by? Nonetheless, it looked good on him. You always thought about how he was the sweetest person alive, with just the right amount of clumsiness to cloud his extraordinary cleverness and soft heartedness. How can someone not like him? Even you think he was so precious, on how he always treated people beside him carefully and little creatures beside him carefully.

And you always liked the way Namjoon simply said your name, like now. “Listen, I—“ he looked like he wanted to tell you something important, but then he got pushed away to your right looking stunned. Of course he was, it’s caused by a young Thestral nosing his bag too passionately, pushing his shoulder to the side.

“Oops, tripped on my own foot.” He finally came to his own wrong conclusion.

“No, Joon. It’s a thestral!” you said excitedly. “Oh my God it’s here.. i wish you could see it. No, i didn’t mean it that way, but-“

Namjoon chuckled when he said, “I get your point, silly.” And he proceeded to see you stroked something in the middle of an empty air. Just like how the book and the way you described it, he imagined you stroked its nose on its bony anatomy. You reached Namjoon’s fingers and lead him to stroke the thestral on the previous part you touched. Namjoon made a weird sound between gasp and an audible grumble.

“it feels.. weird? A bit cold and hairy, don’t you think?”

“But it doesn’t have any hair on the part you touched.” You laughed seeing him scrunched his nose, thinking hard about the texture he’s touching.

And after that you and Joon feed the thestrals, because after the first time you and him gave the young thestrals a slice of meat (and Namjoon was fascinated on how the meat seemed to gone bits by bits by itself) several other adult thestrals came to see you guys.

“They’re gentle beings, often being misunderstood because of their looks, Hagrid said.” your eyes soften seeing them eating.

“Sometimes i get what he said, but sometimes he just got too innocent to realize that a giant horned being 10 meters high being capable of breathing fire when approached doesn’t equal as adorable.” You both laughed at what Namjoon said, “We’ve run out of meats, by the way.”

“Then maybe it’s time to fly! Hi there this is our last meat, would you let us fly with you?” you said to a tall thestral you’re feeding on.

Several minutes later you were already sat behind its neck and convincing Namjoon that it’s completely safe up here. With the help of your hand and a wingardium leviosa later, he cramped himself between you and the thestral’s wings. Because of the little space, your back had to completely stick to his chest.

“Sorry if this is uncomfortable.” Said Joon. Part of you felt shy but it’s Namjoon, a guy you knew well and trust completely. So you took a deep breath, reminding yourself that there was supposed to be none to be palpitating about, and yet your heart still gone too fast to your liking. You just hoped Namjoon wouldn’t feel it on his chest.

Little did you know, Namjoon panicked. He didn’t know what to think, where to touch (it’s not like i’m thinking about touching anything, he thought worriedly) but this is the first time he will fly with thestrals, of course he had to be sure about anything. Just like how he had to be sure about something he denied often recently.

“Is it okay if i hold onto the neck?” he said.

“Joon, i know you have long arms but we both will lose our balance that way.” You said after one long thought. “You can hold on to my...waist. please don’t get me wrong there’s no other way! Except you’ll lead this thestral to fly then we should change position?”

“But i can’t fly!? What should i do?”

“Okay.. let’s not panic here. The thestral could feel it. Just..” you touched Namjoon’s flailing hands and made it rest on your waist where he held that awkwardly. “Let’s do this!!” you shouted that happily and encouraged the thestral to fly.

Namjoon has tried flying with broom before. And never, not once he felt anything like this. Namjoon felt like you navigated the thestral gracefully, even though it felt awkward at first to have wings flapping beside his resting feet. But later he got used to it and it felt like he is entrusted to something bigger than him that could take him anywhere he wanted with his wings. In mere seconds you both reached the top of astronomy towers, where the sun felt closer than ever before and you both took a moment to see the beautiful sky upclose. You navigated the thestral to spin and make you both go around the castle twice, looking at students from around the castle walking to the Great Hall because it’s almost dinner, turn south until you reached the end of the forest, and finally flew down near the lake.

The thestral stopped at the open space by the end of the lake. Finally Namjoon climbed down the thestral, thanking him and reached out his hand to help you down. His hands were cold and sweaty as you remembered, and at the same time the thestral lowering his neck to drink from the lake, causing you to stumble down. Luckily, Namjoon was there already to catch you and held you steady on his chest.

Hearts thumped rapidly, you both still had increased breathing from the excitement because of the flying experienced from before. Thoughts on the adrenaline rush can’t seemed to reach higher was definitely proven wrong. Because when your eyes both met for a moment, that second made you both lost on each other’s gaze. You knew Namjoon could clearly see you blush because you, too, could see clearly his wavering eyes and the way his adam apple moved because he gulped.

You both let go of each other after you both went to your senses, and you sat next to each other watching the thestral drink.

“Thanks for the flying experience today.” Namjoon patted your head.

“Thanks for flying with me.” you nudged his shoulder with your elbow. “I sounded like a muggle flying attendants right now.” The silence after your laughter felt assuring, somehow.

“I kinda get it now.” Namjoon said with confidence he found suddenly, “Why you like flying very much. It’s like reaching another experience that gives you strength, in a strangely beautiful way.”

“Fly often, then? Just for your own peace of mind, no pressure.”

“I could never navigate as well as you, though.” He looked at you, sincerely complimenting.

“Thanks, Joon.” You rested your head on his shoulder. “i knew it. I could never be as assured as when i’m with you.”

“What happened? Is it about.. the date?”

“Let’s not call it one.” You sighed. “it’s just an attempt of saving his face between him and his friends, because apparently he boastfully said that he could date any Hufflepuff as well as he could win his first Quidditch game. His friends want prove, so.”

“What??” Namjoon felt his blood boiled, not just because of your proximity but for other reasons, anger, he supposed. “Completely dumb things some Gryffindor would do.”

You nudged his arm out of habit because of his stereotyping about houses, “Well, at least he had the audacity to tell me beforehand. Because, i quoted, he said ‘I don’t want you to get your hopes high or something, because i already had a date for my Yule Ball’ ”

“Shit.”

“I gave him one by saying ‘well you better say thank you because i accidentally saved your face once, and i’m not going to do it again because you will go against me on your first Quidditch game, of course there’s no way i’m letting you win.’ And i left him in an instant to go flying with you. shouldn’t have said yes afterall.“

“Damn, girl!” Namjoon laughed proudly as he circled his arm around your shoulder and stroked your arm. “Didn’t know you could be that savage.”

“I could! But just, i’d rather not experience anything like that again.”

“No way in hell. You could trust me.”

The pause in his voice made you turn your head and looked at his face, “Meaning?”

“Because I..” Namjoon knew it would be his chance, this. Right now. Just you both alone (don’t count the Thestral), not in public. A very Namjoon way to do. “I’ve been meaning to ask you to the Ball.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. It’s been you in my mind all along.”

Your smile grew as you could feel how sincere he sounded, “Joon..”

He grasped your hand between his big ones, and entwined your fingers together before mumbled, “If you would like to, of course.”

“Of course i want too.” you tightened your fingers around him. “I would love to go to the Yule Ball with you!”

His dimpled smile was the most precious thing, following his cresccent eyes. He smiled with his face, he smiled with his whole body, emitting a sense of security you found rarely in anyone else.

“And if things..go right,” he said, “after the Yule Ball, let me tell you something important.”

Your forehead creased, “Why not now?”

“Because,” he stroked your knuckles with his thumb, “dinner has already started, and i’m hungry. Haven’t had anything decent since you told me about your date.”

You chuckled and he stood up still taking your hand.

“And because i think i could feel the thestral nudged me to get him one more slice of meat. Bet Hagrid has some. I owe this one for my flying date today.”

“So i still had a date today, but with you and not with Mino?”

“I’d be most delightful to revised your horrible—erm, encounter, before.”

“That’s settled, then. I had a great date today. Thank you, Kim Namjoon.”

“I thank you, madam.” He pecked the back of your hand slightly before laughing hard seeing your confused yet smitten face.

“that’s cute, but what are you doing?”

“I think Darcy has gotten into me.”

“Who’s Darcy?”

He sighed, “Clearly you have to be more educated about Muggle classics before becoming my girlfr—oops.”

“Come again?”

“Nope. Dinner, now.”

You teased him about his resurfaced shyness. He told you nothing else, just walked and held your hand through the Great Hall to eat dinner between his circle of friends. Jimin teased you both and Jungkook drank a whole pot of pumpkin juice as a celebration of whatever this is. But seeing Namjoon’s laughter, making his effort to eat with one hand because he still wanted to hold your hand below the table, you knew that you were in the right hand all along.

#bts fanfic #bts rm #bts namjoon #bts hogwarts au #bts fluff #bts oneshot #bts scenarios

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3norachas · 6 years ago

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irremediable • lee know (II)

« irremediable - not able to be repaired or corrected »

pair: lee know x reader

genre: maleficent au, angst, enemies to lovers

warning: cruelty, swearing

PART 1, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5

masterlist

The incident became a ruckus to every corner of the kingdom, allowing the news of the cursed child to travel around the village. Out of paranoia, the new king ordered his soldiers to go after the evil wizard in the woods. It was a complete failure and the more they failed, the more paranoid the king has become.

So he sent a few of his men to travel around the world to search for a cure and a way to kill the dark entity.

Overwhelmed with paranoia, he gave his child into the hands of the fairies in secret.

He told them to take her away for sixteen years and a day.

“Take care of her, please,” he beg to the fairies.

“Worry not, we’ll take care of her and raise her until the day has come,” Seungmin assures, his mind set on taking good care of the child and protecting her. They took her to an isolated area in the woods and they stayed in a beautiful cabin.

What they didn’t know was that they were followed by Jisung.

On the other hand, Minho enjoys the suffering of the king. He watches as soldiers try to take down the barrier of thorns he had built to protect the magical forest. They kept failing miserably and every now and then would they have new deaths.

Other than watching them suffer, Minho had it in himself to watch the fairies from afar, his eyes set on the baby.

“Why won’t she stop crying?” Hyunjin frowned, stopping his half attempt at making the girl smile.

“I think she’s hungry…” Felix trailed.

“Then feed her, dumbass!” Seungmin groans, wiping the sweat on his forehead while he digs the ground.

Felix was stupid enough to bring her raw carrots.

Jisung watches from a tree, shaking his head in disbelief.

“The child will starve to death at this point,” Minho spits out, his hands covering his ears in annoyance behind a big tree.

This continued up until at night, while the three fairies where asleep.

Jisung, being the sweetheart he is, sneaks into the cabin with a banana in hand. He jumps into the crib, feeding the baby slowly and cooing at her cheeks.

“I know you’re there, Minho.” If looks can kill, Jisung would’ve been dead by now. The small squirrel gave a pleading look at Minho, who surrendered and enchanted the crib to rock slowly. The baby look at Minho with a oddly fascinated look.

“She looks ugly.”

“No she’s not! She’s adorable,” Jisung coos.

Minho gave a scary look at the child, who merely smiled at up at him. “You should be scared, beasty.”

With that being said, he left Jisung to his own thing.

What none of them expected was for the dark wizard growing a soft spot for the child as he watches her grow.

“Y/n! Where are you!?” a panicked shout came from the purple fairy, searching the woods upside down in hopes of finding the child. She just turned one year old this year and she’s already stubborn. It didn’t help that Seungmin was in his human form and can’t fucking fly.

Y/n giggles, trudging away from Seungmin’s shouts of despair.

And there she finds the wizard himself, his back turned to her and his hands doing magic on a damaged part of a tree. Right then and there, she awed at the power he held and admired the beauty that his magic held. With the excitement she’s feeling, she let out a shriek with her hands clapping.

Minho, with a startled look, yelp with his hands in front of him ready to fight.

“Beasty!”

Jisung stifles a squeak-like-laugh at the cute nickname as he sat a branch away from the two.

“Hello!”

The girl giggled, walking close to Minho, who starts making shooing gestures.

“No, no, go away.”

That didn’t stop her from raising her hands at him.

“Up, up.” Minho would be lying if he said that didn’t made his heart melt. Reluctantly, for him, he gently take the child in his arms, letting her admire his features up close. He couldn’t help but feel his cheeks redden at the adoring look she’s giving him.

“Pretty.”

“I’m not,” he shakes his head, “I’m scary.”

“Lies!”

She pouts, cupping his cheeks with her hands, squishing them. She giggled, clapping her hands together.

“You’re very pretty!”

Minho gave a defeated sigh, although his teary eyes says otherwise. From a distance, he can hear the worried call of a certain fairy. He carefully sets the complaining girl down.

“Go on, you’re guardian is looking for you.”

“Bye bye!” she hugs him one last time before she goes over to the worried young fairy, who screams in thankfulness when he sees her. Minho watches as he takes her away.

“I spy a soft Minho.”

“Shut up.”

Ever since that incident, Minho watched her from afar, keeping an eye out on her when the fairies are being reckless or when Y/n gets adventurous and ventures in the woods. He didn’t show his face to her though.

Jisung often comes to play with her.

And this kept up until she grew up as a wonderful adventurous young lady.

One autumn afternoon, the young lady ventures around the woods in a blue cloak given by Hyunjin. She carries a basket, filled with flowers, until she sets her gaze on the thorned trees.

Near the wall of thorns resides a camp of soldiers, burning down the trees.

Minho watches from inside, Jisung on his shoulder.

“Is that Y/n?”

“What is that beast doing out here?” Minho’s eyebrows furrowed, watching how Y/n observes the wall of thorns, “I wonder…”

Jisung looks at him when he trailed, confused.

But his confusion wasn’t answered, as the soldiers found Y/n and started to creep up to her. Minho fumed, his hands glowing emerald.

“Bring them to me,” he orders to Jisung, who jumps down and with Minho’s magic he shifted into a big wolf.

Minho blew a few green sparkle at Y/n that made her sleep.

“There’s a wolf!”

“Get your swords!”

Jisung bares his fangs and growls. Minho appears behind him, eyes glowing emerald and he raises his hands. Just like that, all of the soldiers lifted up and randomly flew at each other. With a last flick of his wrist the soldiers flew away with their falling death at the tree of thorns.

Jisung shifted back to his form.

“Asshole! I told you I don’t like being turned into a dog!” he pouts.

“It’s a wolf, dummy.”

“It’s the same thing!”

“No it’s not.”

“Yes! They’re dirty and cruel and prey on squirrels!”

Minho strides to where Y/n has fallen before making her float, his eyes softening at her sleeping face. I wonder.

With that he pulls her to him to the direction of the thorned wall, opening up to make way for them. He leads them inside the magical forest that surrounds his cabin, filled with flying little creatures that glow in the night, flower figure fairies that flew with little wings, anything. Minho hides behind a big tree, leaving Y/n to rest on the ground near the glowing lake.

Her eyes flutter open.

“Wow,” she stands up, her eyes wide in awe at the magic around her.

One group of fairy flower flies around her, throwing little petals and their scent filling the air. Y/n laughs in joy and Minho couldn’t help but think it was the most beautiful laugh he’s ever heard. He bask in her beauty, his heart warming up from her smile and for once, he wasn’t thinking of revenge. He was at peace.

The fairies didn’t stay though for they have seen Minho’s shadows and flew away in fear.

Y/n looks at his direction.

“I know you’re there,” she says with a curious look.

“Come out.”

“Then you’ll be scared.”

“No I won’t. I’m not afraid of you,” she exclaims with a confident smile.

Minho reveals himself, exposing himself to the light and his eyes waver at the eye contact Y/n holds. How can one girl affect him like this? He’s never been scared to be judged by someone but why does he feels so nervous when it comes to her?

“I knew it was you!”

“Pardon?” Minho tilts his head at her beaming smile, letting out a more beautiful glow than the lake.

“You’ve always been there for me, in the shadows, behind the trees and from afar.”

“How can you say so?” it’s obvious that this amuses Minho.

“Every time I get myself in trouble something always happens with magic. It was always a green sparkle and I’ve always been fascinated with how you use it,” she excited rambled on and on.

If only she knew what his power brings.

Jisung jumps on a low branch, revealing himself to her.

“And you! I know you!” she beams at the small squirrel.

Minho flicked his hands and Jisung shifted into a human. He wears a cute gummy smile on his face while rubbing his hands together,

“Hello Y/n!”

“Hi!”

“I’m called Jisung! And this grumpy man is Minho!”

Ever since, he would often take Y/n inside the wall of thorns letting her explore the beauty of the magical world. He would watch her play with the creatures of the forest with a soft smile on his face before she would take a seat beside him, resting her head on his shoulder. Every time she falls asleep he would bring her home, floating her to her room and down her bed. He’d stay for a while, sitting down beside her while caressing her cheeks no matter how creepy that is.

“Why does it had to be you…”

Standing up, his eyes glowed into a deep green, his powers filling the room.

“I take back my curse, let it be no more.”

He can feel the power resisting him and pushing him away. The pain was starting to form at the back of his head and he can feel his blood boiling from the force of the power. If he keeps this up, he’s going to end up killing himself and the force of his energy will cause a big impact that will affect the whole area. That means killing Y/n and the three fairies.

“I take back my curse, let it be no more!”

This curse will not be reversed even by me.

With the last surge of energy, he falls on his knees, eyes trembling and blood seeping from his nose.

“Why did it had to be you?”

He cried, his hands reaching up to grip the soft hand of the young lady before him.

“Hurry up… find your one and only.”

“Hurry up and find true love.”

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procrastinatingdragonfly · 7 years ago

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Stray Kids High Fantasy AU

“I was sad and my friends made me write AUs” pt. 53

Chan:

Wizard apprentice extraordinaire

Powerful conjurer, mostly deals in summoning elemental spirits and small illusionistic tricks

His alchemy teacher’s least favorite student, because how did he blow up the laboratory making a health potion

Woojin:

A dwarf, lives under a mountain but wants to get out and explore the world

Laughs a lot, warm hugs, can hold his alcohol

Makes small metal trinkets and knows rudimental enchantments to put on them

Minho:

Wood elf

Most capable hunter of his village, has about ten thousand different nicknames for how swift and silent and cool he is

Has adopted Felix

Changbin:

A grumpy old inventor

Locked himself up in some basement making potions and building small mechanisms that no one knows how to work or interpret

Paranoid towards everyone except the Hyunjin kid who sometimes barges in his basement to hide or remind him to eat

Hyunjin:

Engages in more questionable magic

Necromancer, diviner, reads the stars and knows exactly how to curse someone with cards and a sigyl

Kind of on the run from a lot of different authorities

Jisung:

Your average human village boy

On the run from a life of boredom

Made friends with a goblin

Felix:

Halfbreed; his mother was a High Elf, his father a Wood Elf

Can talk to animals and spends 90% of his time doing exactly so

Lives in the woods, and used to be bullied a lot for his magical abilities and his terrible proficiency in long-range weapons

Seungmin:

Artsy gnome,sweet flower boy about as tall as a bush

His magic might be able to create dancing lights but the only light you need is his smile

Once burned a village accidentally

Jeongin:

Goblin child, precious child

He’s not evil he swears!!

Just wants to be an adventurer

#stray kids #skz au #stray kids au #skz fanfiction #kinda #bang chan #seo changbin #kim woojin #lee minho #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #sk fantasy au

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servingliesarch · 7 years ago

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⚡ THAT GOOD OLD MASH-UP WITH HP UNIVERSE AKA HP / MERLIN CROSSOVER VERSE HEADCANONS:

BACKSTORY & IDENTITY.

everything that happened in merlin’s original timeline still happens. he was still born in late 400s / early 500s, still ended up in camelot at king arthur’s court, keeping in mind that i am canon divergent ( based on this post ). albion is where he remains for as long as queen guinevere rules, and then sets out to travel the world.

magic back then is a little different. staffs are used more commonly than wands, although the shift eventually happens in favour for more practical wands. in the end, merlin ends up the last practitioner who primarly uses wandless magic, as well as being a being of the old religion. he’s still who is in his own canon —— a warlock whose magic makes him immortal, thus making him an extremely powerful being that easily breaks the laws of magic. keep in mind that he is a being of the old religion, someone so ancient and powerful that in canon, he was called the magic itself. that means that the only weapon that could really kill him has been created and sent back to avalon by him, waiting for king arthur’s return.

let’s never forget, too, that merlin in his time, besides being a powerful warlock, had already been led to believe he is the last dragonlord, and such is the fact especially in the modern times. to summarize that legacy shortly, merlin can speak to dragons and command them.

though historically merlin is known for his disguise of an old man, merlin had stopped aging roughly in his late 20s ( about 28-30 ). for that, even though he is an ancient sage, he is also stuck at a certain point in his life, as he had never naturally grown old. it is also good to remember merlin did not choose to be immortal ; ( canonically ) it is his magic and the extent of his power that make him so. it means he cannot die permanently, though it is possible for him to die temporarily before his magic revives him ( but it is not easy ).

WIZARDING WORLD’S ORIGINS.

eventually he winds up in england around the time hogwarts was being created, and still willing enough to reveal himself as who he truly is, he ends up helping to build the school for the next generations alongside the four founders. it’s the most active time for him in the new established magical community, and he stays as long as it seems that he is needed ( thus avoiding later conflicts between the founders that happen when he had already left hogwarts ).

whilst for muggles he’s a legend based on his original lifetime in camelot, the wizarding world’s story of the legendary merlin comes from the bits and pieces merged together from his original story and active participation at the beginning of hogwarts’ existence. eventually this timeline is what dominates his wizarding world’s origins, reshaped by one generation after another retelling the story with many changes that are the ones that make it into the history books.

he is the first person to test out if the sorting hat works or not before the school starts working, and ends up being sorted into slytherin ( as expected based on his personal qualities ). this is how eventually he ends up one of the most famous slytherins, despite never attending hogwarts himself, and is said to have been taught by salazar himself.

he’s the one that created the mirror of erised. it has been done as an experiment of sorts, which eventually ends up consuming his centuries old soul a little too much, so he asks one of the founders to hide it from him somewhere he wouldn’t find. due to the mirror having been hidden for a long time, it is believed that its origins are much younger than they are in reality.

he does end up creating the order of merlin in the spirit of coming from both of the worlds, and still hoping that each of the sides could live in harmony if they only should try. it’s during that time he ( again, as he had done towards the end of his original lifetime in camelot ) more often presents himself in his older disguise, which becomes his official likeness for the next ages of witches, wizards and muggles alike. the order of merlin, however, quickly reshapes, and eventually as it becomes painfully clear that it is the time for him to disappear, he leaves it in hands of other people.

GOING BACK INTO HIDING.

at first he still at times reveal himself to be who he is most of the time, but different, varying experiences bring him to a conclusion it’s best if he stays hidden, thus he ends up actively hiding himself from both muggle and magical world. he does live in both worlds, of course, but for his own safety mostly under various fake names and personas he garners over the years.

one of the few people that know of his existence continuously are most certainly the flamels. merlin willingly ventures to find them when rumours begin to spread that nicolas flamel had discovered a way to create the philosopher’s stone. though he disapproves greatly those that seek immortality when he had no choice but to live it, therefore having a lot of judgement towards nicolas himself, due to a soft spot towards perenelle as well as the fact that so far, he had been the only immortal known to live, he does put his judgements aside and they do remain close friends for centuri es.

there are times he still meddles enough or gets involved from time to time, however knowing the true nature of people who are never satisfied and always demand more, he eventually stops getting involved altogether. as powerful being as he is, he learns the hard way it is no longer his story to tell, and for many reasons he can no longer allow himself to get involved, to best of his ability ( though obviously, it doesn’t always work ). however, he does reveal himself to certain people at times ; however only when he finds it necessary, or they seem trustworthy enough to do so.

his trust can be sparse, however, for many people crossed him and hurt him even though he wished them no harm. he has powers that people dream of ; all of which put a certain barrier between him and others, that only thickened the one built due to his immortality, as first and foremost, merlin has eventually grown tired of losing people.

he is not, however, nearly as apathetic as he lets himself be in his canon, as in hp verse magic did not die.

CLOSING TO MODERN TIMES.

he prefers to keep himself on the outlines of both worlds. he’d rather work with dragons, even though the great dragons have died off with aithusa, or go around finding magical creatures, or healing people and disappear into the ether. he does aid people fairly often, however it’s mostly done anonymously and from the shadows. he did, however, come teach at hogwarts few times in the history of the school, always under fake names and a request of the current headmaster who knew of his existence —— having ever only agreed to such a deal in dire circumstances, to keep an eye on things. wands are quite inconvenient for someone as powerful as himself, and pretending gets tiring, but he was usually well liked by his students.

merlin holds a lot of bitterness towards the wizarding world. he truly believes that as much as muggles can be tiresome and full of rubbish, wizards are most often the ones that bring their troubles onto themselves. having seen too much prejudice and injustice from both sides, he no longer wishes to be forced to deal with everyone’s problems as they most often created them themselves. it also touches deeply to the fact that he’s not really a part of the world anymore, immortality ridding him from a sense of belonging, so to speak. knowing the grander scheme of things and how easily it is to throw over the balance of them, he revels in keeping himself hidden from others, especially since it protects him, too, from getting hurt if he was forced to lose anyone else.

that being said, as much as he had always done, he finds blood prejudice absolutely ridiculous. he is as likely to rock a cloak that he believes gives him an air of mystery he likes to keep all the way from middle ages, as he is to wear a denim jacket ( at times even pink ) that a muggle is likely to wear. merlin has been to queen concerts. he also is most likely to find working with dragons as the dragonlord he is. he prefers to see people as people, not as groups that seem to oppose each other at every turn. merlin is as merlin does. merlin is fair ; he distrusts them all.

due to him travelling all over the world, though it is not always merlin he’s known as, most places do actually have some record of him or another. that being said, however, it is a comfortable spot for merlin to remain but a myth and he surely avoid being known about, especially by institutions such as ministry of magic.

one of the very few people that know of his existence in modern times is albus dumbledore. having been close to the flamels for centuries, it is because of them that merlin meets young albus, who has begun working with nicolas on alchemy.

he considers tom riddle a rather useless wizard, not going to lie. a dangerous one, but useless.

NOTES TO KEEP ABOUT MERLIN IN THIS VERSE.

he extremely disapproves of the various profanities used by wizards that involve his name. merlin’s beard ?? gods forbid merlin’s pants ?? no thank you.

he’s used fake names so many times that at this point, it has sort of become a game of chance. the last known fake name he used that has been recorded has been felix asphodel.

people would want to take him too seriously and he often plays that part well, because it is a good way to distance people when you don’t want to get close and lose someone all over again, but as grumpy as merlin can be, at the core he’s likable, sociable, and looking at his canon friends, let’s not forget that the weasley twins would have been his faves. i truly believe that if the wizarding world had learned of his existence, they would have found him rather outrageous, as merlin is not above wearing the most muggle clothes one could find ( along with a t - shirt that clearly states ‘the world has bigger problems than boys who kiss boys & girls who kiss girls ) when meeting a raging racist from the magical government.

at the same time, however, it is good to remember that as good - natured as merlin is, he can be extremely dangerous. he holds enormous amounts of power, and can be rather ruthless if he sees it fit. he is a kind soul who believes in equality of all sorts, but he holds ambiguous, gray morals, and one should heed his threats with fear, as he has no problem doing what’s necessary.

he does keep himself to himself, holds very little trust for anyone. though he believes he should not get involved in the grander scheme of things, he actually does meddle fairly often, even though many do not know about it, or that it’s him. he has healed many people over the years, killed or freed those that deserved each, he is not above throwing his money at those that need it more than him in a way that they have no choice but to accept.

in fact, he keeps himself alone and disconnected from the world, but honestly, this verse is that much better that at least magic is not dead. all i’m trying to say that it’s not as hard to convince him to come out of his hiding as one would think. merlin is lonely. and honestly, i keep saying that i want him to adopt harry potter ( which still stands ), but he is likely to stumble into caring for people when he least expects it and well. . . it does come with benefits.

#( meta. )#listen. LISTEN. i realize how long this is #i know.#i tried to make it shorter but i have too many thoughts #and this verse has been here for ages and since i'm rereading #i kind of rewrote it and fixed it up a bit #it has sections and all so ????#it's honestly a lot for myself #but anyway yeah #♦ ┆ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ( headcanon. )#( verse. ) we had merlin

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jillmckenzie1 · 7 years ago

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Infiltrate Hate

Hate groups walk a very particular line, only they don’t know it. On the one hand, it wouldn’t be out of line to call members of the Ku Klux Klan and related organizations domestic terrorists. Entire seconds of research shows us a vast number of murders, lynchings, rapes, and attacks that are physical, emotional, and psychological in nature.

On the other hand? There’s no other way to say it — they’re ridiculous. Grown-ass adults spending their time dressing up in sheets, using secret codes and goofball titles, and fervently believing the most nonsensical conspiracy theories possible. Look at a picture of a Klan rally or a white supremacist group and marvel at the concept that these people think they’re the master race.*

That’s the strange dichotomy of hate groups and racism as a whole. It’s a blend of the idiotic and the dangerous, and that dichotomy is what prevents our country from reckoning with the crimes of the past and healing. Meanwhile, the rest of us have to either deal with this nonsense in our day-to-day lives or reckon with our culpability. I may not be all the way woke, per se, but I know I’ve got miles to go before I sleep, you know?

But what happens if you’re not a straight white dude, and you get involved with an institution that’s historically a stronghold of straight white dudes? Ron Stallworth knows a thing or two about that. In the 1970’s, he lived in Colorado Springs and became the first black police officer and detective with the Colorado Springs Police Department. He had a very strange experience, and the mighty Spike Lee brings that experience to life in his new film BlacKkKlansman.

Ron Stallworth (John David Washington) checks his perfectly sculpted afro,** adjusts his clothes, and strides into the Colorado Springs Police Building. He wants a job as a cop. It won’t be easy. During his interview, he’s asked what his reaction would be if a racial slur was thrown in his face by a fellow officer. In shock, Ron responds with, “That would happen?”

As it turns out, that will happen quite a lot to Ron. His career in law enforcement begins in the records room, but his dreams are bigger. Ron wants to be an undercover detective. That’s never happened with a rookie, and it’s certainly never happened with a rookie who’s also a person of color. Ron is persistent, and Chief Bridges (Robert John Burke) reluctantly assigns him to infiltrate a black student group hosting a speech by former Black Panther Kwame Ture (Corey Hawkins).

He’s got a knack for the undercover stuff, and he connects with the fiery activist Patrice (Laura Harrier). Patrice is understandably suspicious of cops, but Ron “passes” as a civilian. This is by no means the first time we’ll get into the subject of someone passing for something else. Ron takes it to the next level when he sees a recruiting ad in the paper for the Ku Klux Klan. Inspiration strikes as Ron calls the number. Walter (Ryan Eggold), the local chapter president, responds, and Ron unloads a veritable trashcan of racist invective.

Turns out the very black Ron is just what the very white Walter is looking for to swell the membership of the KKK. A meeting is arranged, and Ron’s undercover colleague Flip Zimmerman (Adam Driver) will meet Walter as the “real” Ron Stallworth. The good news is that Walter and hulking dimwit Ivanhoe (Paul Walter Hauser) take an immediate liking to “Ron.” The bad news is that hair-trigger maniac Felix (Jasper Paakkonen) immediately suspects Flip is Jewish, which he is. Ron and Flip must share an identity as The Stallworth Brothers, successfully infiltrate the Klan, and attempt to stop a moment of Charlottesville-like violence.

BlacKkKlansman is Lee’s most accessible film in years, a skillful blend of popular entertainment and righteous anger. All films are the product of their times, and this film is no different. It’s high-level trolling against the Trump Administration, and a reminder that we’re not so far away from the Civil War or the 1970’s. However, this is more than a grumpy screed against racism and facets of the modern Republican Party. Lee effortlessly juggles the tension of the investigation, the sweet romance between Ron and Patrice, and the banalities of the Klan, and he does it all without sacrificing tone or pacing.

We’re lucky to have a filmmaker like Spike Lee. He stands in the first rank of American directors with Scorsese and Spielberg, but he’s never quite gained the same level of respect. That’s probably because he’s also one of our most fearless and political directors. He’s made some crowd pleasers like Inside Man, genuinely strong films that went almost totally unseen like Chi-raq, and Do The Right Thing, one of the greatest films ever made. Lee has no interest in sugar coating racism, and his films are precision-engineered to piss you off. While Spielberg wants you to love him, Lee welcomes your fury.

Along with the simmering rage, Lee and his co-writers Kevin Willmott, David Rabinowitz, and Charlie Wachtel have written a screenplay with an impish sense of humor. They’re interested in the group dynamics of the Klan, and there’s a funny bit where we learn that the costs of hoods are not covered by the yearly membership fee. Along with the humor, the script takes pains to empathize with the characters. We can see flashes of the crippling fear lurking under the white supremacist bravado. The script has a recurring theme about concealing your true self. We see that with Ron concealing he’s a cop from Patrice, Flip hiding his Jewish identity, and how the truth ultimately bubbles to the surface.

Actors love working with Spike Lee, because he’s able to provide them with strong characters and coax out equally strong performances. Topher Grace plays Grand Wizard…I’m sorry, I meant National Director David Duke as a satanic Ned Flanders, using bland slogans to conceal hateful invective. Alec Baldwin appears briefly as the amusingly named eugenicist Dr. Kennebrew Beauregard, and his scene is intentionally reminiscent of a certain Bill O’Reilly clip. As Patrice, Laura Harrier is an effective unyielding idealist. Jasper Paakkonen’s Felix is a creepy and alarming antagonist.

This film really is a two-hander between John David Washington and Adam Driver. Spike Lee’s camera loved Denzel Washington, and Denzel’s son gets the same treatment. As Ron, John David Washington is funny and determined. He’s not quite as emotionally open as his old man is, and there are a few moments where we should get a strong sense of what Ron’s feeling but don’t. I think Adam Driver probably walks away with the movie as Flip, and there’s a strong scene where the non-practicing Jewish man has to outdo the white supremacists in anti-semitism. Flip has gone for years without being forced to confront who he really is, and Driver subtly shows us his conflict. He’s equally funny in a scene where he learns to mimic the “white” Stallworth voice by repeating James Brown lyrics.

2018 has been an excellent year in movies, and BlacKkKlansman is one of the year’s best. This film recognizes the jagged wound of racism past and present, and it responds with a furious middle finger. Spike Lee is working at the top of his game, and he’s made a movie that must not be missed.

*Take a look on Google at the images from last year’s protest in Charlottesville. A veritable sea of polo shirts, khakis and tiki torches, and these guys are supposed to be the ones leading us to a brighter tomorrow? Please.

**As a completely bald man, it kills me to see amazing hair like that.

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