#helga x oc

[mseden-fries]

Taking after me

[radical-ghostface]

Started from the bottom

Now we're here

[strangecarcass]

Clearing some backlog. Helga's various accessories from the version of her that features in my self insert stuff, not colored yet but I'll get there

More concept art on my NSFW ( @helgasrookie on twitter)

[humanoidalien27]

I have no other works planned to release after this. It's time for me to start focusing on my original stories again. Thank you all for reading these and I hope you enjoyed the journey as much as I did.

Content warning: attempted murder and taunting

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Chapter 12

Respect of the Universe

The walk was hard and eventually Sebastian had to help Ominis get you to the lake. They knelt you down at the water's edge.

Sighing from the relief of getting off your legs, you looked out on the dark water as the rain slowed.

"How are you doing?" Ominis asked, drawing your attention.

"I'm just tired." You admitted as you leaned forward, slipping your hand into the water, magically calling out to any nearby creatures.

A calm feeling enveloped you as you allowed all of the magic you held to drain into the water as a tentacle wrapped around your hand, startling you for a second. Two eyes looked up at you from under the water as a familiar, albeit smaller, creature appeared.  

"Isn't that the giant squid living in the Black lake in our time?" Sebastian asked softly. 

You remember the tentacles reaching out of the water as you were in flying class, making you smile. It was as if the squid was waving at an old friend. 

"Not quite so giant right now," Anne replied, with a chuckle.

The golden light filled the water around your hand, but the squid just watched you for a moment judging how you changed the magic.

You watched it worriedly until it playfully splashed water at you, before you felt your energy quickly draining as the color started to stain the water. 

The strength you had slowly gotten used to while holding the magic was slipping away, getting your eyes to flicker close. 

"Remember our promise," Ominis whispered thinking the worst was happening. 

Smiling as much as you could, you rested your head against his. "I won't forget." 

He let out a sharp exhale when you met his eyes, but he could see how tired you were getting. 

When the squid splashed the water again, both of you looked back, seeing the burns on your arm had completely healed, while the water turned white and appeared like your body was soaking it up. 

Godric chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "It seems the universe decided your worth the magic Salazar stole. It's giving it back." 

You thought you'd go back to being magicless, you had mentally prepared yourself for leaving Hogwarts and living life as a muggle.

The squid let out a soft noise as it tightened its tentacle.  

"Thank you," you whispered, never realizing how much you wanted your magic until you no longer had it. 

The squid slowly let go and slipped further into the water, giving you a wave like movement before completely disappearing into the dark lake.

Pulling your hand from the water, you looked at it, realizing you no longer felt exhausted. 

"You look better." Sebastian teased as you moved to stand, only needing Ominis to steady you when you slipped on a particularly wet rock. 

"I understand the water, but why did the squid?" 

You looked back at Rowena. "It had to be accepted back after being judged at how damaged it was from the people who held it." 

"That's why the wizard who took it couldn't return it?" Anne asked. 

"Yeah, he twisted the magic with his greed and eventually his guilt, so he had to seal it away. Without emotions to feed on, it went dormant." 

"Until Salazar kept trying to get to it," Godric added, staring out into the water.

You nodded. "The magic would have eventually been taken by Salazar, so it reached out in desperation for the magic that was equivalent to his, finding nothing until we showed up." 

"And Salazar?" Helga asked, stepping forward. "I doubt he'll stop-" 

"I took all of his magic," you admitted, earning surprise from the founders. "It was the only way I could ensure I didn't mess with the future by killing him." 

"And us?" Sebastian asked softly. "We still don't have a way to get back to our time." 

"We do actually," you replied, smiling at the water. "As a gift, a portal home will open when we return to the cave we arrived in." 

Everyone fell quiet for a moment as the breeze moved through, giving you a chill.

"Did the universe bring us here on purpose?" Anne asked, pulling her robes closer to her. 

"I have no idea, but things could have gone a lot worse if we hadn't come here." 

Ominis sighed, shifting his weight to his other foot while he stood. "What happened to an uneventful sixth year?" 

He held out his hand, which you took. "I guess we had something else planned for us."

He pulled you up to your feet.

"When will you four leave?" Godric asked, drawing everyone's attention.

"Did you get attached to us?" You teased, getting his eyes to roll.

"Not at all, I just didn't think it's a good idea to go at night."

Helga snickered and slapped him on the back. "You're a liar." She looked at the four of you. "You remind him of us back when we first met."

"I can see that," Sebastian laughed as the group moved to head up towards the school.

Ominis fell into step with you, before entwining his fingers with yours. "I'm glad you're okay."

You nudged his shoulder. "Back at you, Omni."

The four of you decided to wait a little bit to see what Salazar was going to do, but he went deep into hiding and vanished, just like the history books said.

So, now the four of you were walking towards your destination, it was a nice day. As you entered the cave, you saw the swirl of magic come to life.

"Let's hope your parents and Fig didn't hunt down every possible lead to find us," Sebastian teased.

Rolling your eyes, you moved close, motioning for your friends to go first.

Sebastian gave an exaggerated 'thank you' before you just shoved him through, his laughter echoing after him.

Anne stepped through next, giving you a smile.

Ominis stepped up and grabbed your hand, telling you that he was wanting to go through with you.

You grabbed his hand and turned toward the portal, until something grabbed you and shoved Ominis forward.

You were sent flying into the cave wall, hitting your head hard.

"You're not going anywhere," Salazar hissed as he flipped you on your back while his hands went around your neck, squeezing so tightly that you wanted to choke but couldn't.

You tried to reach for your wand, but he was pinning it with his leg. So, you reached for something to help and found a rock.

You grabbed it just as the corners of your eyes started to darken and smacked him in the side of the head.

He growled as he fell off you and you coughed so harshly it sent pain through your chest and throat.

Knowing you couldn't stay here, you rolled over and ran towards the portal. "Your own greed lead to this Salazar. Enjoy living as a muggle."

You heard him move to give chase as you jumped through, knocking into the three of them who were trying to find a way back in.

The portal closed up instantly as the four of you fell to the ground.

"What happened?"

You were a little busy gasping and coughing as Ominis pressed his hand down on your head, trying to stop the bleeding.

"Salazar-" Was all you were able to choke out.

"What are you three doing here?"

The three of them looked over as Fig made his way down the side of the crater with Richard Jordon following.

"Long story," Ominis said hurriedly. "Do you have any wiggenweld potion?"

He pulled a bottle from his pocket and handed it to him, noticing Ominis could see it.

"I have a feeling I missed a lot."

Ominis moved you to drink the potion, trying to be careful not to drown you.

"How long have we been gone?" Sebastian asked, getting a funny look to pass between Fig and Richard.

"Gone? She just walked in and stopped the magic."

You finally calmed down, breathing heavily only due to the adrenaline leaving your system.

Fig moved closer to examine your face once he saw the blood. "Are you alright?"

"I will be," you answered, glad to be home.

Fig, Richard and Weasley stared at the four of you in silence as you relaxed in the chair.

Everything from the last couple weeks has been hectic. To be sitting safely in Weasley's office was a blessing.

"I'm glad to say your escapade into the past hasn't changed history from what you remember," Fig said, looking towards Richard. "Salazar still vanished from school when he did. There's no record of your names at all. I think the founders hid it for your safety."

"Well, given what you've been through, I think you can take the rest of the day off," Weasley said, giving the four of you a smile.

You stood and headed towards the door after the twins.

"Oh, try not to go anywhere you can't return from."

You chuckled as you walked out of the office. "I'll try to stay put."

"We can go to our spot?" Ominis offered, grabbing the twin's attention. "A little bit of relaxation after whatever the heck just happened."

"Alright."

Bathing in the sun felt good, even if it had the trilling of Sebastian and Anne playing nearby.

Ominis's tail curled around you, as he began to fall asleep.

Moving to get comfortable, he cracked an eye open.

"Is something wrong?"

You looked his way. "No, I'm just tired. I feel like I haven't slept in ages, but I can't seem to fall asleep."

"What's on your mind?"

You shifted your head to look his way. "You."

Now wide awake, he stretched his paws. "In a bad way or a good way?"

"Depends on how you take it," you admitted.

"That sounds worrying."

You gave him a push with your paw. "It's not, I'm just worrying about you. I know your aunt wanted to believe Salazar wasn't all about dark magic and learning this-"

"Is no different from what I expected, you don't have to worry about that. All that matters to me is that you're safe."

You lifted your head to meet his eyes. "Are you sure?"

He bumped his nose against yours, before shifting closer until he rested his head over your shoulders.

"Yes, I'm positive."

"What about you? Going through what you did, it was a lot."

Stretching you laid your head down. "I'm just going to file it in my bury deep and ignore it file."

"That's healthy," he replied sarcastically.

"It's better than thinking about it."

He grumbled, nudging you. "You can talk to me, I hope you know that."

Leaning into him, you relaxed. "I know Omni. I'm just- I never want to have that much power ever again."

"Careful, that's not very Slytherin of you."

Chuckling you moved your head out from under his, seeing his eyes shining in the light.

"Your eyes are still beautiful."

His head pressed into yours. "Thank you for granting my wish."

"It was a cute wish. I had to."

He chuckled as his eyes closed. "I have that other wish you could help me grant." His eyes sparkled as you looked at him. "Letting me see you everyday. Can we try to make sure that happens?"

"I don't know," you teased, shifting towards him. "I guess you're going to have to ask me tomorrow."

He stared at you for a moment, before giving an awkward shake of his head. He stood up sharply, the movement so fast you ended up rolling onto your back, where he began nudging at your stomach.

Laughing, you pawed at him to get him to stop and eventually he laid down beside you, allowing you to finish chuckling before you spoke.

"Why would you think I wouldn't want to spend my days with you?"

He sighed. "Well given what my family has done-"

"You're not your family. You're Ominis and all you've done since I came here is protected me. If that's not proof enough, I don't know what is."

"Yeah, but it's still a stain on everything."

You rolled his way, as he rested his head on the ground to stop himself from saying more.

"Only because you're allowing it to be. I don't hold you accountable for your family's actions. I love you. Not because because you're a Gaunt, but because you're Ominis."

He rolled onto your paws, getting you to laugh as he rested his head on them, not that it really fit.

"I love you too, I hope you know that."

"I do," you whispered, resting your head on his neck.

Your ear swished as you caught the sound of Sebastian and Anne running over, both of you straightened up to look.

"What'd you two do now?" Ominis asked, trying to get his tone to sound disappointed, but he couldn't quite get it right.

Sebastian's eyes danced between you two. "Should we be asking you two that?"

All those times he interrupted you and Ominis, it felt like payback was in order.

You looked at Ominis, who glanced at you, just before both of you jumped to your feet and ran at him.

He turned and bolted, so both of you gave chase, with Anne closely following telling her brother he had it coming before laughing.

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Previous

[endlessly-cursed]

The First Lady of Winbourne is looking for a husband!! CLOSED

A little bit about her: Descendant of Charlemagne and renowned Norman socialite, she's also a pivotal figure in the court of Aethelred the Unready and served many queens of england, one of them being Emma of Normandy. A renowned beauty, she's a powerful and wealthy ally of Helga Hufflepuff. She has a strong platonic relationship with Monarch Betwixt and it gets to the point where she has to marry whoever you offer!! Yes, you, I'm looking at you.

Some things to consider before offering:

They have to be of a noble family or politically important in the founding of Hogwarts

He has to be a family guy, someone who might like having from 5-8 children since welp it's the middle ages and it's either fatherhood or war, pal

He has to accept Henriette's bond with @hphmmatthewluther 's Betwixt lmao

He has to be a human being kakjasjka sorry Guzma

They also have to be a warrior

Henriette marries at 21 so uh, keep that in mind

Supporter of Helga or her allies

Has to take charge of Winbourne since women don't take a full role before the Tudor Era

They will eventually lead to Primrose since she's a direct ancestor

I'm open for ideas such as a royal bastard or a nobody who rises to power cleverly 👀

Tropes:

Childhood friends

"I fell for your beauty and stayed for your intelligence and heart"

"Forget the title, I want you"

"I married you out of obligation and fell in love in the way"

"I saw you bathing/dancing and fell in love instantly"

"I saved you in the Mage Wars and I can't get you out of my head"

Peasant who rose to power x powerful noblewoman in her own right

Average/ugly man x beautiful woman

You're always taking care of others, it's time I take care of you

Allies of Helga that fall in love during the founding

Tagging a few who might be interested in Henriette: @potionboy3 @unfortunate-arrow @cursebreakerfarrier @kathrynalicemc @camillejeaneshphm @that-scouse-wizard

[the-commonrose]

I love this big hairy ogre, nothing else to say...

Based off of the performance of “ Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You” between Sweetums and Ruth Buzzi 

[fancyhats-and-fennelsbuds]

Helga Sinclair x OC Fanfic

CHAPTER 2 : "Mixed Messages"

Author's ramblings now sold as a diary logs

It's finally up! Even tho all the recent AI news kind of worried me, to the point of pondering the idea to restrict the fanfic just to the logged in site's user, i kept on the idea of leaving this viewable by everyone. At least for now.

Surely it won't disappear without a word beforehand. I hope for the best to not be forced to do this.

[deadghosy]

“Patience”

SLYTHERIN OC X HUFFLEPUFF READER

Dynamic: reckless x nurse

Prompt: when the healer comes to the rescue or needs the rescue.

Warning: violence, blood mentions, fluff, and slight suggestive.

How in the hell are you supposed to tame a wild snake when all he does is get into trouble. Cleaning your boyfriend’s knuckles was not on your list for a relaxing evening. Christopher Locks, a Slytherin boy who had taken your heart back in 4th year was certainly sitting in front of you after he had gotten into a fight with a gryffindor. You were tired of these house rivalry as it just seemed dumb as hell. “Really Chris? Why can’t you ever just stop acting like a dimwit.” You said throwing the boys slightly big hands at his legs. Christopher tilted his head a little before smirking. “Why can’t I have my future spouse tend my wounds? I choose you over these bloody nurses in the hospital wing any day.” You only sighed once again feeling him pull you to his lap. “Chris.” You flicked his head which only earned a small laugh. “Im not a nurse..or even a specialized nurse at the fact.” Grabbing his hand again and dabbing the cotton swob with alcohol gently on the spilled knuckles. “Yeah but..” he says whilst his other hand resting on your thigh.

“Does it really matter love?” He looked up at you with those dangerously low eyes. You felt your breath get taken away by those green eyes of his. You look away from him and back onto his knuckles. “Other hand please.” You said holding out your own hand for the other you haven’t tended to yet. He lended you his hand with a smile as you quickly get to work. You were begging Helga Hufflpuff for patience as sometimes you didn’t have the patience to keep tending your lover. “I hate you…” “I love you too darling.”

It was now another "normal" day, or so you wish it was. Having a Slytherin boyfriend meant that some people would have problems about a hufflepuff and a Slytherin being together as a Slytherin is evils while a hufflepuff is an angel. Honestly you didn’t give a care in the world for people trying to trash talk your own relationship with your lover. Honestly Christopher is a lovely person after all. Protective, charming, funny sometimes, and very much a good lover. Hell, he had given you a promise ring that had your favorite gem in it. It was like you were swooning over him all over again. Your love sick thoughts were cut off by a student, a Gryffindor of kind to shoulder check you. “Ah, apologies—” “Ew. Aren’t you that hufflepuff dating Locks?” The gryffindor said with a disgusted face. Your face faltered into one of a frown and distaste. “Yes..I am.” You said eyeing the student.

“Yikes! I feel bad for you and your relationship. To even date a Slytherin might as well be foul to even imagine. Or maybe you’re foul yourself.” The student started to walk towards you, making you uncomfortable and back up. “Please back up—” the Gryffindor cuts you off, “I’m thinking that maybe you were forced into a relationship with that bloody snake. Maybe you are just blind and an imbecile to even see what’s in Locks.” You narrowed your eyes, as you opened your mouth to counter on what was said. Christopher came around the corner with a dark look. “There you are love..” he said with a dark tone. His eyes were sharp into the student that seemed to now back away from you. “Is this person bothering you?” He had now stepped in between you and the Gryffindor, Christopher already heard what had happened earlier. He just wanted to see if the problem needed to be solved. You looked between your boyfriend and the student, and nodded your head confirming his accusation.

He smirked at the student in front of him, making sure you stayed behind him before he started talking. “So mate, I see you’re starting trouble with my love.” He puts his hand on the student’s shoulder, gripping it to the point his defined hand was showing veins. “I shall say, if I see you messing with them again.” He leans against the person’s ear. “I’m breaking your face and wand.” His voice was low into their ear, gripping the shoulder with a deadly grip. The student made a sound of displeasure and it was enough to make Chris smile at that with a dark look. “Do I make myself clear?” Chris then punched the student’s stomach making the poor person kneel down and hold their stomach. Your eyes widen with a gasp. “Oh yeah..and that’s for calling them names you prick.” Chris grabbed your hand and walked away from the agnozing crowd that seemed to grow large at what happened.

You frowned, “that wasn’t necessary chris…” Christopher bit the inside of his cheek. “You know what isn’t necessary? That bastard making fun of you. Even calling you names love. And I will not stand for that.” He said looking at you, squeezing your hand as well. You sighed at this boy, “what am I gonna do with you..” you said walking side by side with him fully. “..you could give me a kiss.” You looked at him with a shocked face. Smacking his arm with your free hand he laughed. “Kidding, kidding..or am I?” He bellowed out a laugh for a second time as you let out a small giggle. You felt a little better getting out of that situation, and he knew it as well.

But sadly, it wasn’t the end of it.

Screams erupts the halls as you were walking with another hufflepuff, Elizabeth to class. You raised an eyebrow and Elizabeth squinted her eyes before screaming. “Omg! Isn’t that your boyfriend?!” Your own eyes widen as she pointed over to a crowd of students in a circle. You could only see two heads, one head was definitely Chris but the other wasn’t. “What?!” You yelled shocked, you started to run over there. Pushing through the crowd that’s when you see Christopher throwing a punch at the student you seen harassing you yesterday. Apparently the student didn’t learn their lesson from yesterday and had insulted you to Christopher’s face. “Cmon mate, throw a good one while at it!” Christopher said with a smirk, he gestured with his hand towards the student who whipped out their wand. Swiftly Christopher dodged a depulso spell, without hesitation the Slytherin boy whipped out his own wand and depulso the student away. The crowd ooh’s at this as the student was laid out on their arse, you looked at the student who seemed to have a slight bloodied face. Then you looked your Slytherin who had surprisingly clean knuckles, a little red on them. But clean.

“Christopher Locks!” Christopher looked at his beloved with a smile, showing off his sharp canines. “Ah, my dear badger. What brings you here love?” He was acting as if he didn’t throw that waste of time Gryffindor across the hall. You only narrowed your eyes as you walked up to him, he still kept a smile watching you closely. “…why must you cause mayhem everywhere you bloody go!” Christopher was going to answer before you grabbed him by the hood of his cloaks and drag him off from the crow that now surrounded the knocked out Gryffindor. “Love please slow down or else—” “I don’t give a rat’s arse! I worry about you too much for you to only start another fight?! What if you get suspended from the school?! I swore, you need patience to think before acting out.” You were obviously upset and it made the Slytherin frown.

The walk from away the crowd turned into him taking you to the Slytherin’s house. “Pureblood” he said as he let you walk in first and then him. You didn’t even look at him as he sighed. You had walked ahead of him, that was before he picked you up bridal style and took you to his room. “Hey! Put me down you idiot!” You tried to get out of his hold, but you knew if you did you would’ve busted your own behind on the floors. “Can’t, I gotta show you I’m sorry my love.” He opened the door with his hand and closed it with his foot. You only huffed when he set you down. You looked at him, eye to eye to see he had no expression before he leaned his head towards you.

“I’m sorry love..” his voice was low, slowly his hands grazed your waist. You pouted while his eyes were clearly onto your lips. He dipped his head lower capturing your lips perfectly onto his own. Your eyes widen before relaxing, wrapping your arms around his neck. He chuckled into the kiss. The kiss was passionate before turning sinister. He bit your lower lip asking for permission, and you clearly gave him it as he pushed you against the bed. Claiming dominance over you. Your hands gripped his back as he pushed back and licked his lips. “You drive me fuckin' crazy angel…” he said with a low growl. Before he could even say anything else mattheo came in, ruining the moment. You and Chris looked at the door, your face showing clear embarrassment as Christopher was nonchalant. Poor mattheo only saw a hufflepuff looking flustered with bruised lips from kissing, and his housemate that had disheveled hair and a cloak that seemed to drift off of Christopher’s shoulder.

“Yep I’m gone.” The riddle brother said, closing the door quickly. Chris only shrugged and kissed your lips one more before sitting on the bed beside his darling. “Think he’s gonna tell the others?” You said to the Slytherin boy next to you. Chris only shrugged again, slithering his hand to hold yours. “The others wouldn’t care that I’m dating a lovely badger like you my dear.” Chris showed a soft smile, his low eyes showing protectiveness. You giggled squeezing his hand happily. “Awww.. you’re so cute when you’re sweet” Christopher immediately jokingly gagged when you called him sweet but he held a smile on his face. “Cmon now love, you know I can’t ever be mean to you.” He says leaning his face down to yours to give you a small peck. After that the rest of the day and night was trouble free. He knew he had to learn patience just like you.

[blond-jerk-tourney]

Brackets + Participants Masterlist

Have you ever thought who is the JERKIEST and MOST LOVEABLE MEAN BLOND ASSHOLE?? Well then this is the tournament for you!

read this if you're new

complete list under cut. the order of images does not reflect matchups.

Champagne Bracket (alphabetized by media)

Sakyo Furuichi from A3! Act! Addict! Actors! Kristoph Gavin from Ace Attorney Veruca Salt from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (musical) Clotted Cream Cookie from Cookie Run Yoshiki Kishinuma from Corpse Party Jiwoo from Dandelion - Wishes Brought To You - Byakuya Togami from Danganronpa Hiyoko Saionji from Danganronpa Eichi Tenshouin from Ensemble Stars Nazuna Nito from Ensemble Stars Karin Sauer from Fear and Hunger Rufus Shinra from Final Fantasy Zenos yae Galvus from Final Fantasy XIV Sharpay Evans from High School Musical Vace from I Was a Teenage Exocolonist Natsume Minami from Idolish7 Cindy from Kindergarten Felix from Kindergarten Larxene from Kingdom Hearts Kromer from Limbus Company Johnny Cage from Mortal Kombat Mikhael / THE MAVERICK from OMORI Ryuji Sakamoto from Persona 5 Bede from Pokémon Sword and Shield Oleana from Pokémon Sword and Shield Babette from Raggedy Ann and Andy A Musical Adventure Haley from Stardew Valley Joshua Kiryu from The World Ends With You Clownpiece from Touhou Project: Legacy of Lunatic Kingdom Vil Shoenheit from Twisted Wonderland Camus from Uta no Prince-sama Ryuji Goda from Yakuza Honey Bracket (alphabetized by media)

Andrew Minyard from All for the Game Mean Generic Golden Retriever from Anon Ask (link) War from Bonus Links AU by @bonus-links Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes Richard Lazarus from Doctor Who MacKenzie Hollister from Dork Diaries Ryusui Nanami from Dr. Stone The Blond "weird sister"/"bride of dracula" from Dracula Arte Ente Conchita from Evillious Chronicles Dave Strider from Homestuck Dirk Strider from Homestuck Trophy from Inanimate Insanity Emma Frost from Marvel Comics (usually X-men titles) Brittnay Matthews from Most Popular Girls in School Ambrosius Goldenloin from Nimona (comic) Danburite “Danny” Skinner the OC of @porcelain-animatronic Rose Thorburn Jr. from Pact (art by @wraith_ly on twitter) Brandish/Carol Dallon from Parahumans (art by @cpericardium Glory Girl/Victoria Dallon from Parahumans (art by @cpericardium) Goddess/Bianca from Parahumans (art by raikiri on reddit) Tattletale/Lisa Wilbourn from Parahumans (art by monkeyjay on reddit) Shaka from Saint Seiya  Thranduil from The Hobbit Achilles from The Illiad (art by ancient greek polychromatic pottery painter c. 300BC) Ianthe Tridentarius from The Locked Tomb (art by @starcanist) Dorian Gray from The Picture of Dorian Gray Adam Parrish from The Raven Cycle Rachel from Tower of God Arlo from Unordinary Mathis Quigley Sr. from Unsounded Benedict from Violet Evergarden Linton Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights

Platinum Bracket (alphabetized by media) Brad Morton from American Dragon: Jake Long Biff Tannen from the Back to the Future Trilogy Patriarchy!Ken from Barbie Howard Hamlin from Better Call Saul Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer  Johnny Lawrence from Cobra Kai/Karate Kid Daring Charming from Ever After High Ed Rooney from Ferris Bueller's Day Off Zap Brannigan from Futurama Joffrey from Game of Thrones Gideon from Gravity Falls Heather Chandler from Heathers Helga Pataki from Hey Arnold Simon from Infinity Train Dee Reynolds from It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia Cindy from Jimmy Neutron Ankh from Kamen Rider OOO Villanelle from Killing Eve Regina George from Mean Girls Arthur Pendragon from Merlin Skwisgaar Skwigelf from Metalocalypse Chloé Bourgeois from Miraculous Ladybug Steff McKee from Pretty in Pink Angelica Pickles from Rugrats Gunther and Tinka Hessenheffer from Shake It Up Prince Charming from Shrek Bartleby Montclair from Sonic Underground Illya Kuryakin from The Man From UNCLE (2015) Lyle Lanley from The Simpsons Tom "Iceman" Kazansky from Top Gun Julia from Total Drama / Total Takes Flash Thompson from Ultimate Spider-Man Strawberry Bracket (alphabetized by media) Lilith Bristol from Absolute Duo Rio from Assassination Classroom  Mello from Death Note Beelzebumon from Digimon Tamers Laxus Dreyar from Fairy Tail Edward Elric from Fullmetal Alchemist Char Aznable from Gundam Kei Tsukishima from Haikyuu!! Shaiapouf from Hunter x Hunter Anzu Futaba from Idolm@ster: Cinderella Girls Dio Brando from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Isobe from Kamisama Kiss Nozomu Nanashima from Kiss Him Not Me Hanazawa Teruki from Mob Psycho 100  Katsuki Bakugo from My Hero Academia Neito Monoma from My Hero Academia Arcangelo Corelli from Neo Yokio Cavendish from One Piece Donquixote Doflamingo from One Piece Sanji from One Piece Panty Anarchy from Panty and Stocking Nanami Kiryuu from Revolutionary Girl Utena Jadeite from Sailor Moon Zoisite from Sailor Moon Akagi Ritsuko from Shin Seiki Evangelion Sofia from Space Dandy Kuusuke Saiki from The Disastrous Life of Saiki K Ryou Shirogane from Tokyo Mew Mew Sylvio Sawatari from Yugioh Arc V Malik/Marik Ishtar from Yugioh Duel Monsters  Mizael from Yugioh Zexal Yuri Plisetsky from Yuri on Ice The brackets are based on the type of media they are from. It isn't perfect but I think that is okay. I was thinking of posting all the initial matchups, but I've decided I don't want to change them as they are now and I also want them to be surprises.

[perotovar]

twenty questions for fic writers 💖

tagged by @kedsandtubesocks and @nerdieforpedro thank you, loves! ♥

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

technically 4 lol i'm slowly moving my stuff over there. i barely get any traction there compared to tumblr so it's sort of just there in case anyone prefers that format. i like the community i've built over here so i'm not worried about it!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

apparently 60,272 which is WILD

3. What fandoms do you write for?

the pedro pascal cinematic universe! i've thought about branching out into the bg3 fandom or possibly a couple other games, but the inspiration is with the pedro boys rn ♥

4. Top five fics by kudos

i'll go with the highest number of notes on here i suppose??

baby i'm-a want you (joel x javier p)

into the beat of the night (frankie x oc!river price)

bloody kisses (shane morrissey x tim rockford)

ásjá (pero tovar x ofc!helga)

rebirth (javi g x reader)

5. Do you respond to comments?

i've been really bad about it, but yeah, i certainly try to!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

ch1 of bloody kisses ends pretty angsty, but it's got nothing on given to fly, my joel x tess drabble (which i don't think a lot of people even know i wrote lmao)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i can tell you right now, itbotn will have a happy ending :)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i don't think i write the popular boys enough for that. and most of my stuff is queer, which has a smaller audience. so, fingers crossed, no not yet

9. Do you write smut?

yep

10. Craziest crossover?

i feel like putting one of the characters in a macho man heist movie into a goth club was a pretty insane crossover lol but probably bloody kisses, too, because it's between a criminal and a detective. who says opposites don't attract? 😉

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i'm aware of omfg

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no, but that would be cool!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yeah, me and @chronically-ghosted work on bloody kisses together! her contribution is my favorite chapter so far, definitely

14. All time favorite ship?

joel/tess has been one of my absolute favorites for years. halsin/astarion is a very close second <3

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i really wanna write the metal!pero and metal!ezra fic but i'm not sure i'll figure out the plot for it sdflkghjdg they're messing with me a lot

16. What are your writing strengths?

i think i'm good at dialogue? banter?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

interesting descriptions. describing a mood/atmosphere is fucking hard and idk how y'all do it lol

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

i think it's cool! i wish i spoke spanish better than my beginniner duolingo ass can so i can use it more often, but yeah lol

19. First fandom you wrote in?

it was for a band lmao like 10 years ago. i wrote like 2 smutty oneshots and have promptly deleted them off the internet

20. Favorite fic you've written?

god, that's an evil question! tbh it might be a tie between itbotn and bloody kisses. those are my babies and i'm super proud of the universes i created with them!

np tags: @ezrasbirdie @sp00kymulderr @qveerthe0ry @for-a-longlongtime

@goodwithcheese @missredherring @marisferasiop @swiftispunk @mrsmando

@ghostofaboy and anyone else that wants to ♥

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Best Character Named X Poll

I'm doing a series of "Best Character Named X" polls where all the characters have the same first name but are from completely different media, feel free to send in name/charcacter suggestions, I'm posting one poll a day. New polls scheduled for 1:30PM BST everyday.

If your favourite character is not included in the poll very sorry i have either never heard of them or actively chose not to include them as theres only 6 characters per poll. Characters will only count of that is their first name, surnames do not count. Official characters in canon only, please do not submit OCs.

Round 318: Skyler

Round 319: Hans

Round 320: Camille

Round 321: Olaf

Round 322: Dana

Round 323: Tim

Round 324: Daisy

Past Polls

Poll Ideas under the cut

Names that I have a complete list for*

Rebecca, Steve, Victoria, Katherine, George, Diana, Andy, Nora, Angel, Judy, Jo, Miranda, Pearl, Malcolm, Jamie, Tam, Klaus, Luna, Delilah, Claudia, Juliet, Jonas, Celia, Katya, Cynthia, Corey, Minerva, Ebony, Quentin, Miriam, Percy, Bianca, Amara, Cleo, Cecil, Mabel, May, August, Francis, Matilda, Deborah, Jared, Kendra, Ophelia, Liesel, Fitz, Aurora, Ramona, Orion, Kala, Madeline, Anastasia, Kit, Marian, Lena, Polly, Cora, Leah, Jules, Irene, Laurie, Laurel, Hilda, Valentine, Joe, Monty, Skye, Walter, Marissa, Hope, Oberon, Lorna, Ace, Calvin, Bridget, Ulrich, Roger, Stella, Lenore, Wanda, Winona, Hannibal, Newt, Aiden, Oscar, Dorian, Dorothy, Una, Marnie, Mirabel, Dora, Olympia, Toby, Chip, Fearne, Axel, Gil, Bo, Rue, Leslie, Isabelle, Agnes, Luther, Sally, Delia, Richter, Scarlet, Bernard, Ray, Nigel, Selina, Harley, Blue, Missy, Perry, Paige, Duke, Tao, Gemma, Cornelius, Wendy, Apollo, Celeste, Clyde, Summer, Esther, Cole, Kieran, Melody, Vivian, Haley, Prudence, Ralph, Azrael, Lauren, Molly, Pauline, Athena, Darcy, Stan, Dana, Lee, Red, Stuart, Cliff, Gabriel, Octavia, Tsukasa, Anita, Esme, Ella, Heather, Riley, Pyrrha, Rupert, Ada, Orlando, Blair, Parker, Ike, Yukari, Tanya, Briar, Amber, Akira, Irma, Marlene, Trixie, Harriet, Letitia, Koichi, Katrina, Echo, Annette, Nami, Dale, Rod, Flora, Nina, Carina, Wade, Alucard, Rosemary, Lance, Yuki, Elena, Donatello, Puck, Callie, Moe, Hunter, Poppy, Titania, Fox, Melinda, Terry, Jackson, Melanie, Sunny, Dee, Clive, Freya, Randall, Caeser, Marina, Sasha, Dawn, Zain, Ron, Edith, Candy, Carlos, Raiden, Tara

Names I have an incomplete list for (welcome to send character suggestions)

Richter, Yasmin, Chase, Tina, Rudolf, Melvin, Melissa, Adele, Adeline, Jem, Dolores, Jude, Ginger, Bellamy, Jacob, Reese, Nemo, Addison, Adelaide, Candace, Abraham, Ragnar, Destiny, Hero, Drew, Raphael, Wallace, Jean (feminine), Cheryl, Shane, Tegan, Matthias, Liam, Ellis, Dennis, Josie, Mike, Bailey, Eden, Giselle, Suki, Keith, Wilfred, Blaine, Pam, Brianna, Sabine, Roman, Kalina, Mindy, Monet, Zara, Marcus, Elias, Mira, Glen, Farah, Faith, Enid, Ross, Antoinette, Elodie, Mallory, Kay, Renee, Willow, Albert, Howard, Oswald, Clem, Jace, Howell, Rowan, José, Christian, Ravi, Dev, Valerie, Norma, Tristan, Jolene, Yumi, Sakura, Carol, Carrie, Casper, Septimus, Rosalind, Rosamund, Rosie, Rosa, Gerald, Geraldine, Gerard, Ariel, Ariadne, Anya, Ida, Rocky, Mal, Solomon, Sol, Vera, Vincent, Nolan, Sage, Jojo, Calliope, Roxy, Roxanne, Silver, Noel, Noelle, Stacy, Lloyd, Alba, Virginia, Eva, Amos, Petra, Marla, Dante, Gretchen, Rhydian, Russ, Tate, Tatum, Morris, Ambrose, Doug, Grant, Graham, Aaron, Ivan, Paris, Doris, Rain, Sora, Wayne, Helga, Garth, Constantine, Sonny, Courtney, Jamal

Feel free to send more suggestions

*subject to change, you can still submit a character if there is no strikethrough if you think theres a character that its an absolute crime i dont add. Please don't suggest anything for the names with a strikethrough as they are polls that are already in my queue waiting to be published.

[folkoreluvr]

My princely beast | chapter one

Summary: Loki and thanos have almost successfully taken over the planet and have dispensed of the earths mightiest hero’s. In the action however, Loki brings Tony’s daughter to his grand estate in the countryside, addled with guilt for his actions as he begins to break free from Thanos’ mind control.

Pairing: Loki x stark!oc

Warnings: darkish!loki, mind control, captive?, blood, violence, gore, smut

A/n: after re-reading ACOTAR and watching beauty and the beast this little scenario popped right into my head and after days of day dreaming I decided I had to write it.

I stare out of the fogged up window of my bedroom in this strange estate, I suppose I should be more relived I haven’t been thrown into some sort of dungeon or cell. Then again, my captor decided to throw my father to the cells and keep me so maybe I should be more worried. I have spent three days here and am yet to come across my captor, I’d have hope he doesn’t live here if not for the group of servants potting around the place, each with a hanging fear over their heads.

I turn around at the sound of a knocking at my door. Helga, a maid, comes in and places a plate of cookies on the desk in my new cell.

“You should eat something.” She tells me, not a suggestion but more of a command. I shake my head, pulling my soft hand away from the cool window, wiping the wet condensation on my night gown. I have been left such strange clothes, some clearly modern but most what I can only assume is Asgardian. I haven’t worn any of them, only kept onto a silk nightgown that drops to the floor in a soft pink hue and my black crew neck with the words “stark industries” printed on its front in bold white words. I see now that’s it’s probably all that’s left of my family, my legacy. The great Starks, reduced to nothing at the hands of a cruel god. “He hasn’t poisoned it.” Helga stars again with a roll of her eyes. “He’s not been here to poison it and I doubt he would bother himself with such trivial matters if you seem intent on starving yourself anyway.” I grab for the pale cream cookie with anxiousness, watching Helgas face as I eat. I try my best to keep an ounce of dignity, but I haven’t eaten in nearly three days.

“Why am I here?” I ask as I finish the cookie, desperate to grab another and scoff that one but I’ll wait until she goes. Helga surveys me as I sit on the bed, my body pulled as far into itself as possible, hands clenched into fists. Fear. Im completely petrified of why he kept me and what he plans to do to me.

“I do not know.” She tells me, a bow in her head showing her honesty. Maybe that’s worse, if his intentions aren’t clear to his servants then maybe I should try and leave, run as fast as I can and hope to find someone out here in the depths of the countryside. “You are free to leave.” Helga tells me, as if she has read to mind. “He has said that much.” I only stare at her in confusion. He must be a terrible captor if I am free to leave. Helga leaves me at that and the second the door clicks closed I grab for the plate and groan at the taste of sweet sugar.

Afterwards, I look down at myself and see the dirt clinging to my nightgown and the messy nature of my hair and decide to shower, after all it’s very unlikely anything could happen to me in there. I walk into the vast bathroom, it’s an odd mix of old time decor and the newest technology. I fiddle with the knobs until I have it running smoothly and hot and turn around to lock the door. I pull off the jumper and fold it on the shelf but the nighgown I accept is a lost cause. When the hot water begins to cascade down my throat I all but groan, savouring the feeling of warmth and comfort. The shower is fully stocked with an array of luxurious products. I grab at the soap and scrub my body red and raw, desperately trying to remove the dirt from me but it clings to me. I slide down the soaked wall of the shower and sit on the floor, bringing my knees to my chest and for the first time in three days, since I lost everything, I cry. The pattering of hard water on stone drowns out the sound of my choked out sobs, as I heave and heave, searching for breath. After a few minutes I stand back up on shaking legs and scrub at my brown locks. I pull myself away from the warmth of the water and wrap towel around myself.

I step out of the bathroom to find the sheets of my, his bed have been changed and the plate of crumbs removed. Tugging the cotton towel closer, I survey the large chest of drawers, the top is filled with underwear, a lot from my own drawers back home and some of it new. Thick cotton socks are shoved into the corner and corset like bras are lined up in a multitude of colours. I pull out one of these corsets and a pair of my own underwear and toss them on the bed. The next draw is stacked full of nightgowns - again a mix of mine and new ones. The third draw is full of soft cotton shirts and leggings, along with thick knitted jumpers. The fourth draw is the most interesting however, I pull out stacks of thick leather, noting a deep cut vest that laces at the front and black trousers, ones that would no doubt cling to me like second skin. I shove the clothes back in the drawer and wander over to the dark oak wardrobe. All the furniture looks old, worn but the appliances, such as the large tv, new. It was as if the house had been left here abandoned and my captor had claimed it, that was easily possible.

I run my hands along the soft fabrics as I chose a dress. I land on a more earthly dress in a faded green colour and toss it to the bed too. Lined up at the bottom of the wardrobe is an assortment of shoes, red bottomed stilettos, country boots, leather boots that matched the other leather apparel my captor had left for me and an array of slip on shoes. I chose black ones with a small heel and dress myself. The dress falls to my ankles, billowing lightly around me, it cuts diagonally at my shoulders, showing my collarbone. The back laces up and I wrestle with the fabric as I tug them tight, allowing the dress to cling to the curves of my body. I slip on the shoes and sneak at my door, worried I’ll find someone outside it.

I pull open the heavy wood and find an unbreathing corridor. I keep my hands clenched into fists as I walk slowly down the hallway, my head anxiously darting from left to right like the god will attack me from the shadows. I turn at the end of the hallway and find the stairs to the foyer. I scale down them anxiously, watching the door with heavy breaths. I don’t see anyone else around the house, no cooks or cleaners but the house is in perfect condition and there is no way Helga could do it all herself. Magic most likely, dark dangerous magic belonging to a darker and much more dangerous man. I reach the bottom of the stairs and contemplate going for the door and running but I have no clue where I am, no coat or food and no weapon to defend myself. That’s what I should do, find something to defend myself with. I wander the hallways in search of a kitchen, hoping to steal a cutting knife, better than nothing. I find the kitchen at last but nearly grown as I find Helga in there, preparing a large chicken with numerous spices, I see bubbling pots on the stove full of vegetables and a tray of bread rolls waiting to be cooked. It can’t all be for me. Dread settles over me as I realise he’s coming to the house, to my prison. Helga looks up at me and says nothing, going back to her cooking, the knives are on the other side of the kitchen and if she is distracted she probably won’t notice me grabbing one for the rack. Attempting to be nonchalant, I walk around the kitchen Island and towards my weapons but before I can wrap my sweating palm around a blade Helga interrupts me.

“He keeps his weapons in the armoury, it’s in the right wing, the doors down and to your right.” I don’t turn around, or move or make a noise. I can’t help but question why she would tell me such things, what motive she might have. “There’s a chest full of throwing knives and daggers, ones with sheaths.” She tells me, not looking up from the potato she is currently peeling. “You’ll cut yourself on that knife if you keep it at your chest, the smartest place to keep a knife.” Trusting Helga seems stupid but she seems to have lied about nothing else and there is nothing malicious in her tone. I retreat from the kitchen without a word and stalk down the corridors, I takes me nearly an hour to find the armoury in the maze of a house and true to her word it is full of weapons. I find a chest and prop it open, fishing out a dagger, its handle is gold and carved with runes that match the ones on the leather sheath. A large emerald stone is placed at the hilt and I turn it over in my hands, feeling the heavy weight of the metal - most likely Asgardian. I shove it down my chest and stand up. He might he furious at me for taking from him, he might even kill me but I do not care, I do not have much to live for anymore.

With the dagger safely at my chest, I retreat and head back to my room but I stop when I hear voices coming from the kitchen, I hide around the corner, recognising the quick tone of Helga and the dark growl of my captor.

“She left her room?” He asks, Helga responds in a simple yes as she chops, the sound of the knife clattering though the room. “And what did she do?” He asks her. I still, the colour draining from my face, limbs shaking.

“Came in here in search of a knife.” Helga drones, entirely uninterested. I wait in heavy silence for a negative reaction from my captor but receive none, only an interested hum. “I told her she’d have better luck in the armoury and she left, almost likely to grab a better blade.” My captor muses himself with a huff of his breath and sighs. “Interesting…” he says. “Do relay my message to her.” He asks and then he’s stalking out of the room and I press myself as far into the wall as I can go. I thank whatever good is out there and he turns and storms down the hallway, not even noticing me.

Hours later, Helga stands at my doorway again. I put down a copy of “little women” I found on one of the shelves in the room and look up at her, wondering if it has anything to do with my captor and his conversation with her.

“The prince has invited you to dine with him.” Helga tells me, no emotion in her voice. My dark eyebrows furrow in confusion at his ‘invitation’. “He wishes to disgust a deal.” She informs me, I still remain frozen upon the bed. “If I were you I’d listen to what he has to say and if things were to go awry then… run like hell.” She tells me and then she is gone, shouting down the hall to be ready for eight. I glance at the clock and see it is in an hour.

After twenty minutes of consideration, I decide I will go. I keep on the dress I’m already wearing and ignore the makeup laid out for me on the vanity unit. My hair has now dried and I decided to plait it on a wreath around my head, keeping it up and out of my face, a practical hairstyle in case things go awry.

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AT TWENTY... jadon sancho

leaving the one jadon fell for behind to play in england is not that easy. especially not at twenty.

(this imagine takes place when jadon was still playing for bvb)

jadon sancho x fem!oc word count: 1.3k

WE ARE NOT SERIOUS WHEN WE'RE TWENTY. the pressure of the adult world hasn't quite set in yet, we get ready every weekend and go out again and again to forget the frivolous stress of everyday life. we're also beautiful when we're twenty, under cloudy skies or in bright sunshine, we glow when we're twenty, age and trouble haven't caught up with us yet. moreover, we're free at twenty. we dance all night long, without worrying about the next day's prickly alarm clock, the one that makes us grumble and then regret. at twenty, we don't know much, yet we think we know everything. halfway between arrogance and insouciance, we think we're on top of the world, giving our opinion on everything and anything, believing that it's the right one, judging the world casually. in short, we're not serious when we're twenty, and our love stories, even less so.

so why couldn't jadon restrain the needle that pierced his heart the moment he met her eyes for the first time that night? straight as a line in the dark, he could almost mistake her for a street lamp, but her eyes, far too piercing for his taste, read his soul and the doubts that ran through his head. the cold was freezing his bones, his hands, his head, his feet, his mouth, his body — him — and he wondered if she felt it too, this cold. funny enough, it was mild in dortmund in this month of may, spring had already arrived and the flowers were blooming. but there was still this cold that enveloped them, this atmosphere, that asphyxiated them; the ones that meant that nothing would ever be the same again. the ones that prevented them from looking into each other's eyes as they used to. the ones that hurt.

the news had come this morning, like a blow to the head, a sharp blade splitting the heart in two, a machine to make people sad. the news had come this morning, and helga had cried alone in her room. the idea of imagining jadon far from her in another country — happy, certainly — was unbearable for her. although he had not remained secret about his desire to leave for his homeland, the girl had only listened with one ear, denial seeming to be a better option.

oh yes, because i didn't tell you, but when you're twenty, you're not too realistic.

"congrats," she sighed between her almost closed lips, hard to pull apart as if they weighed a ton each. her german accent rolled off as she said it, bouncing against jadon's chest and he closed his eyes for a few moments as if he knew he wouldn't hear that voice again anytime soon — the one that had made him fall in love.

in his garden, at the edge of his terrace, the footballer tried to smile to mask his sadness, to thank her for her kind words, although they were laced with bitterness, but the artificial light that illuminated them betrayed his glistening eyes. he didn't blame her for blaming him, he couldn't really; his reaction would surely have been similar if helga had told him she was going to live far away. hurt was what they were, even though they had only known each other for less than a year, the wound was deep.

the months after their recent meeting had not left enough room for a totally committed relationship, nor great declarations of love. but they had left enough for feelings, the ones that grab you by the throat so much they knock you down. jadon remembered the first few weeks with helga, the overflowing feeling in his heart, something he had never felt so strongly before; Love, with a capital L. the kind that thrills and gives you goosebumps, like in the romantic bestsellers, the kind that made people dream and give them hope that one day they'll be able to live out those falsely plausible stories. jadon and helga were the main characters in those books, everyone's favourite; love at first sight.

the pity of their love story was that it didn't end well, the author must have been in a bad mood when she wrote the last lines, and then put the full stop. their book ended with an ouch, a salty tear, a wet pillow, or broken souls. not with a heart, flowers, or a sweet kiss.

but that sullen ending didn't stop jadon from wanting to fight for her, or from shoving his hands into his pockets and whispering, almost as if what he was about to say was forbidden, secret, "i love you helga."

and the girl held back the wave that had just poured into her for a few seconds before bursting into sobs, ugly sobs, the kind that made her nose and mascara run. she cried with her eyes closed, so as not to look at him, to forget that she loved him too. "you can't say that to me now, jadon, it's so unfair," her sobs redoubled and so did the strength with which her shoulders shook. she cried with her eyes, her heart, her nose, her soul. she cried.

and despite all the signs that nothing was right, and that nothing would ever be right again, jadon still had hope, like a crazy twenty-year-old. crazy enough to sit the girl he loved on the grass before looking her straight in the eye, drying her tears and asking her, almost imploring her in total hope, "come with me helga, please," he felt his voice become more feverish at the end of his words and the girl's lower lip began to tremble with emotion.

as her eyelids were closed, a new tear rolled silently down her cheek, over the old dried ones, before coming pathetically to rest on her neck. with a miserable sniffle, she murmured with a sigh, between sobs, "now that's even more unfair. why am i the one who should drop everything?"

the player was not the type to cry, the streets where he had grown up had taught him too well to restrain his tears, seen as a sign of weakness. yet, tonight, jadon wanted to be weak, vulnerable, like helga, like the one he loved. sharing her pain for a few moments would surely do him good and whatever, he knew she would not judge him. so, a tear rolled down his cheek, like a silent answer to her legitimate question which had only one way out, the hurtful one.

defeated, helga let her head fall heavily on jadon's shoulder, gasping for air as her sobs grew more violent. between two sniffles, a breath, and a nip of her lip, she said, to sink the wound even deeper, "i'd like to jay', i'd love to, but i can't."

jadon smiled sadly, because he understood that she would always put her studies over him. and helga smiled sadly, because she understood that jadon would always put football over her. because at twenty, we still had too much to see, and we couldn't let love doom our future. but, on the other hand, at twenty, we were still not serious, and still free to believe that one day, a second volume of their love story would come out and that their paths would cross again for another, more beautiful ending.

and that even if it wasn't sure, it was at least maybe.

[coolbeans32]

Echoes of Destiny: The Serpent and the Phoenix

PAIRING: Tom Riddle x F!Reader (OC)

SYNOPSIS: Back at Grimmauld, tensions rise with the presence of a Horcrux, as Harry, Hermione, and Genevieve figure out the rest of the objects that Tom turned into vessels of his soul. Ron, feeling the rouse of the darkness of the Slytherin locket, starts an argument leading toward a scuffle between him and his best mate. Ron leaves to head back home, leaving Hermione and Harry devastated. Genevieve comforts the two as she figures out the next location to search for a Horcrux and goes on a mission to enter Bellatrix Black's vault to successfully find and retrieve Helga Hufflepuff's Cup.

WARNINGS: This chapter contains scenes of dark magical objects, arguments, scuffles between friends, trauma, loss, guilt, and the use of an Unforgivable curse (Imperius Curse).

WORD COUNT: 5.6k

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Chapter Eleven

Hufflepuff's Cup

Back at the library, Genevieve had placed the locket in a safe place, knowing how dangerous and dark the object was. Now the trio and Genevieve were investigating the next set of horcruxes they needed to find. It was obvious that the Diary and Locket were the first two, and Genevieve had suspicions of Tom’s ring to be another horcrux due to his connection with them. The other four were going to be the mystery to solve.

"We need to think like Tom," Genevieve murmured, her eyes scanning the pages of an old grimoire. "He wouldn't choose just any object for his Horcruxes. They must hold significance to him. Aside from his lineage, I know Hogwarts is very important to him.”

Harry, his mind racing, asked, "But what kind of objects would he choose to represent Hogwarts? It’s not like there is much aside from the castle."

Hermione's eyes lit up as she rifled through a stack of books. "Wait, the Founders of Hogwarts…They each had treasured possessions, didn't they?"

Genevieve's gaze sharpened as she considered Hermione's words. "Yes, you're right. Salazar Slytherin's locket was already one of them, and represented Tom and his family. Aren’t there others as well?"

Hermione reached for a large tome titled "A History of Hogwarts" and began flipping through its pages. "According to this, Godric Gryffindor had a sword, which Harry fought the Basilisk with, Helga Hufflepuff possessed a cup, and Rowena Ravenclaw always wore a diadem."

Harry's eyes widened with realization. "So, aside from Slytherin's locket, the other trinkets most likely became Horcruxes."

Genevieve nodded in agreement. "Exactly. And given that Gryffindor's sword only presents itself to someone with courage and in need of the sword, it's unlikely to be a Horcrux. That leaves us with Hufflepuff's cup and Ravenclaw's diadem."

Hermione's fingers traced the words on the page as she read aloud, "Helga Hufflepuff's cup was a treasured artifact passed down through generations of her descendants. And Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem was said to enhance the wisdom of its wearer."

Genevieve's eyes gleamed with determination. "Then those must be our next targets. We need to find Hufflepuff's cup and Ravenclaw's diadem before Voldemort does."

Harry clenched his fists, his resolve hardening. "Agreed. We'll search every corner of the wizarding world if we have to. We can't let Voldemort succeed. Then the three heard something and in an instant, saw the lights go out, making the three jump only for Ron to come with the Deluminator.

"One problem, we don’t know where the trinkets are." Ron said and he put the lights back on. "Yeah, I'm still here. But you three carry on. Don't let me spoil the fun." Ron told them and Harry gritted his teeth. Genevieve took a step back to observe what was going to happen and noticed that he had the locket around his neck. She asked herself, How the hell did he get it? I locked it in the desk drawer.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked him.

"Wrong? Nothing's wrong. Not according to you, anyway." Ron told him.

"Look, if you've got something to say, don't be shy. Spit it out." Harry  said to him, irritated.

"Alright, I'll spit it out. But don't expect me to be grateful just because there's another damn thing we've gotta find." Ron said and Harry narrowed his eyes at him.

"I thought you knew what you signed up for, Ron." 

"Yeah. I thought I did too." Ron told them. 

"Well then Ron, I'm sorry but I don't quite understand what you're trying to say to me." Harry exclaimed sarcastically to him. "What part of this isn't living up to your expectations? Did you think we were gonna be staying in a five star hotel? Finding a Horcrux every other day? Thought you'd be back with your mum by Christmas?"

"I just thought, after all this time we would've achieved something. I thought you knew what you were doing." Ron mouthed to Harry, and Hermione exchanged looks to Genevieve with worry. "I thought Dumbledore told you something worthwhile. I thought you had a plan."

"I told you everything Dumbledore told me. And in case you haven't noticed we found a Horcrux already." Harry told him with anger.

"Yeah, and we're as close to getting rid of it as we are finding the rest of them." Ron retorted back to me.

Genevieve went towards Ron. "Ron. take the Horcrux off. You have no idea what you’re saying. Just give it to me.” She said with her hand stretched toward him. 

"Do you know why I listen to that radio? To make sure I don't hear my mum’s name, or my dad’s or Fred or George or Ginny." Ron said frustrated.

"What, you don't think I'm not listening? You think I don't know how it feels?!" Harry shouted at him in frustration.

"No, you don't know how it feels! Your parents are dead! You have no family!" Ron shouted at Harry, like a slap to a face. He felt extremely angry and dived and started hitting Ron. A brawl had started. Genevieve rolled her eyes at the immaturity of the two boys. Merlin help me if I have to deal with this shit all over again, she thought of as she recalled how Tom and Malfoy would do the exact same thing back in her time. 

"Stop. Stop!" Hermione shouted at them.

"Fine, then go!" Harry shouted at him with anger. "Go, then!" 

"Fine." Ron said and took off the locket as he grabbed his bag and scowled at Hermione and Harry.

"Ron." Hermione said to him.

"And you?" Ron asked Hermione. "Are you coming or are you staying?"Hermione just stood still, conflicted.

 "Fine I get it. I’ve seen the both of you recently.” Ron jabbed.

"It's not like that." Hermione  said to him. "Ron you're angry and I get it but you have to calm down." Hermione said but Ron walked out, and Hermione moved to reach him. Hermione ran out for him when they heard a WHOOSH. Ron was gone.

In the quiet solitude of Grimmauld Place, Genevieve found Hermione sitting alone in the dimly lit library, her eyes red-rimmed from tears and her expression drawn with sadness. The tension in the air was palpable, a lingering reminder of the argument that had just unfolded between Ron and Harry.

Approaching her with a gentle smile, Genevieve took a seat beside Hermione and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Hey there, Hermione. Are you okay?" she asked softly, her voice laced with concern. Hermione let out a shaky breath, her eyes still glistening with unshed tears. "I don't know, Genevieve. Everything just feels so... complicated right now," she admitted, her voice trembling with emotion.

Genevieve nodded in understanding, her gaze warm and empathetic. "I know, Hermione. It's been a rough day," she replied, her tone soothing. "But you're not alone. We're all here for you, no matter what." Hermione offered a weak smile, grateful for Genevieve's comforting presence. "Thanks, Genevieve. It just... hurts, you know? Seeing Ron and Harry fight like that. I hate seeing them at odds with each other."

Genevieve squeezed Hermione's shoulder gently, her expression filled with compassion. "I understand, Hermione. It's never easy when the people we care about are at odds with each other," she said softly. "But remember, Ron and Harry have been through so much together. They'll work things out eventually."

Hermione nodded, her features softening as she took comfort in Genevieve's words. "You're right, Genevieve. I just...I just wish Ron wouldn’t have left like that," she admitted, her voice tinged with sadness. Genevieve smiled reassuringly, her eyes shining with understanding. "Horcruxes tend to do that. They’re vessels of the darkest parts of one soul. And in the meantime, if you ever need someone to talk to or just a shoulder to lean on, I'll be right here," she promised, her voice filled with sincerity.

Hermione's smile grew more genuine, a glimmer of hope returning to her eyes. "Thank you, Genevieve. I really appreciate it," she said, her voice soft with gratitude. With a comforting squeeze of Hermione's shoulder, Genevieve offered her friend a reassuring smile. "Anytime, Hermione. We're in this together, remember?" she said, her voice warm and supportive. As they sat together in the quiet of the library, Hermione found solace in Genevieve’s company, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment. And amidst the turmoil and uncertainty, she knew that Genevieve was someone who she could count on to unbear the weight she’s carried all along. 

The darkness of the night cloaked in an eerie stillness as Genevieve made her way through the dimly lit corridors. The weight of the day's events hung heavy on her shoulders, and she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at her insides. As she wandered the ancient halls, her thoughts turned to Harry, wondering how he was coping with everything that had transpired. Turning a corner, Genevieve spotted a faint light emanating from the Black Tapestry room. Curiosity piqued, she pushed open the door and stepped inside, her gaze falling upon Harry pacing back and forth, his expression clouded with frustration and sadness.

"Harry?" Genevieve called out softly, her voice breaking the silence of the room.

Startled, Harry turned to face her, his eyes tired and weary. "Genevieve," he said, his voice heavy with emotion. "What are you doing up at this hour?"

"I could ask you the same thing," Genevieve replied, her tone gentle as she approached him. "I couldn't sleep. And it seems like you're having trouble too."

Harry let out a weary sigh, his shoulders slumping with exhaustion. "It's Ron," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Our fight earlier, and I just can't shake this feeling of guilt."

Genevieve placed a comforting hand on Harry's arm, her eyes filled with empathy. "Harry, it's not your fault," she said firmly, her voice laced with conviction. "Remember what I said about the Horcrux? It has a way of magnifying our darkest thoughts and emotions. Your fight with Ron was a result of that influence."

Harry nodded, but the guilt still lingered in his eyes. "I know, but... it's hard not to blame myself," he admitted, his voice wavering with emotion. "Especially after everything that's happened."

Genevieve took a step closer to Harry, her expression softening with compassion. "I understand, Harry. But you have to remember that you're not alone in this. We're all here for you, no matter what," she said earnestly, her voice filled with sincerity.

Harry looked at Genevieve, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I miss him, Genevieve," he confessed, his voice cracking with emotion. "I miss Sirius so much. And every time I think about what happened... it just hurts."

Genevieve pulled Harry into a comforting embrace, holding him close as he let out a choked sob. "I know, Harry. I know," she murmured softly, her voice a soothing presence in the darkness. "But you have to remember that it wasn't your fault. You did everything you could to save him."

Harry clung to Genevieve, his shoulders trembling with emotion. "But it wasn't enough," he whispered hoarsely, his voice thick with tears. "I failed him."

Genevieve shook her head, her heart aching for his pain. "No, Harry. You didn't fail him. You fought for him with every ounce of your being," she said firmly, her voice unwavering. "And even though he's gone, his memory lives on in you. You carry his legacy with you, always." Harry buried his face in Genevieve's shoulder, seeking solace in her comforting embrace. For a moment, they stood together in the darkness, finding strength in each other's presence. And as the weight of Harry's grief began to lift, replaced by a glimmer of hope. 

She says softly, “It's late. You should get some rest.”

Harry said, “I know, but I can't seem to quiet my mind.”

“I understand, but pacing around won't solve anything. Sometimes, you just need to let go of your worries and trust that things will be better in the morning.”

“Easier said than done.”

“I know, but you need to take care of yourself. You've been through so much already. You deserve some peace.”

“I just can't shake this feeling of uneasiness.”

“I get it. But worrying won't change anything. Right now, what you need most is rest. Trust me, things always look better after a good night's sleep.”

“Okay, you win. I'll try to get some sleep.”

“That's the spirit. I'll be right here if you need anything. Goodnight, Harry.”

“Goodnight, Genevieve.” Harry says as he yawns. He moves to head back to sleep, leaving Genevieve standing in the room with her own racing thoughts.

As Genevieve stood before the Black Tapestry, her gaze fixed upon the intricate threads that wove together the history of the ancient family, her mind was a tumultuous whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The dreams haunted her still, vivid and unsettling. Two children, innocent and full of life, torn away from her grasp in a cruel twist of fate. 

And then there was Tom. His anguished outcry, his desperate plea for her return, echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain. The memory of his pain cut deep, a sharp reminder of the bond they once shared, before everything fell apart. But amidst the sorrow and the uncertainty, there was a flicker of determination burning within her. She refused to let despair consume her, refused to succumb to the darkness that threatened to engulf her.

For she knew that she had a purpose, a mission that transcended her own pain. She would bring Tom back, no matter the cost. She would defy fate itself if she had to, to see him standing before her once again. The path ahead was fraught with danger, filled with obstacles she could scarcely imagine. But she would face them head-on, with unwavering resolve and unyielding determination. For Tom was her everything, her reason for being. And she would not rest until she had him back by her side, where he rightfully belonged.

As Genevieve's eyes scanned the intricate patterns of the Black Tapestry, tracing the lineage of the ancient family through the ages, her thoughts swirled with a mixture of curiosity and unease. The most recent additions to the tapestry caught her attention, the two Black sisters standing out amongst the myriad of names and faces of Bellatrix and Narcissa. She also seemed to notice that someone had been blasted off the tapestry. Genevieve closed her eyes and hummed. She touched the blasted hole and let her magic run through her fingers and not a second later, she saw that she fixed it. Another sister appeared before her, Andromeda Black. Genevieve couldn't help but wonder what had happened. 

But as her gaze lingered on their names, a sense of foreboding washed over her. The sisters were entwined in a web of darkness and deceit, if she knew the Blacks at all, and she sure did. Their lives were shaped by forces beyond their control. Genevieve tore her gaze away from the tapestry, feeling a sense of disquiet settle over her. Leaving the room behind, she made her way through the corridors, her steps guided by a sense of purpose. She sought out Walburga, the matriarch of the Black family, hoping to glean some insight into the secrets that lay buried within the ancient walls.

As she approached Walburga's portrait, she braced herself for the inevitable confrontation. She had questions that needed answers, truths that needed to be uncovered. And she would not rest until she had unraveled the mysteries of the past, and perhaps, a glimmer of hope for the future.

Genevieve stood before the imposing portrait of Walburga Black, her former friend and confidante. The stern-faced woman in the portrait regarded her with a mixture of suspicion and disdain, her lips drawn into a tight line.

"Walburga," Genevieve began tentatively, her voice echoing softly in the quiet hallway. "I need to speak with you."

Walburga's expression softened slightly at the sound of Genevieve's voice, a flicker of recognition crossing her features. "Genevieve," she replied curtly. "What brings you here?"

Genevieve hesitated for a moment before pressing on, her curiosity outweighing her apprehension. "I wanted to ask you about your nieces – Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa. What happened to them?"

A shadow passed over Walburga's face at the mention of her nieces, a mix of sorrow and regret clouding her eyes. "Ah, my dear nieces," she murmured, her voice tinged with sadness. "They were once the pride of the Black family, shining examples of pureblood heritage." She paused, gathering her thoughts before continuing. "Bellatrix, the eldest, was always the most fervent in her devotion to the Dark Lord. From a young age, she showed a ruthless determination to prove herself, to earn his favor at any cost." Genevieve listened intently, absorbing every word as Walburga recounted the tale of her nieces' descent into darkness.

"Andromeda," Walburga continued, her voice tinged with regret, "chose a different path, one that led her away from the family's traditions and into the arms of a Muggle-born wizard. She betrayed our bloodline, shaming us all with her disgraceful actions." \Genevieve frowned at the harshness of Walburga's words, sensing the pain that lay beneath her facade of disdain.

"And Narcissa," Genevieve prompted, her curiosity piqued by the mention of the youngest Black sister.

"Narcissa," Walburga sighed, her voice heavy with sorrow. "She too was ensnared by the machinations of the Dark Lord, but her motives were driven not by loyalty, but by love. She sought to protect her family at all costs, even if it meant aligning herself with forces beyond her control."

"And now," Genevieve murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, "the family is but a shadow of its former self."

Walburga nodded solemnly, her gaze fixed on Genevieve with a newfound respect. "Indeed," she replied. "But perhaps there is still hope for redemption, for a chance to reclaim what has been lost." Genevieve nodded, feeling a pang of sympathy for Andromeda and the difficult choices she had been forced to make. The conflict between family duty and personal desire was a familiar one, and she couldn't help but admire Andromeda's courage in following her heart. For it was never an easy feat to defy family beliefs and tradition.

However, hearing that Bellatrix was devoted to Tom drew suspicions to Genevieve’s mind. To give up your freedom and to follow his counterpart entirely at such a young age only made her wonder, if Bellatrix was as loyal as Walburga said she was, and knowing Tom, he would give only his few and most loyal followers the most important tasks. Tasks, that could mean protecting a horcrux. Genevieve’s eyes widened at this idea. However, she would need confirmation from both Walburga and Harry and Hermione before anything. 

With one final question, Genevieve asked Walburga, “Whom did your nieces marry?”

Walburga said, “Well…Bellatrix married Rodolphus Lestrange. Andromeda married a Muggleborn…believe his name was Tonks or something along those lines. Narcissa married Lucius Malfoy.” Genevieve’s eyes narrowed at the mention of a Malfoy. She despised the Malfoy lineage, especially Abraxas. She recalled the times that he would torment Tom, only for him to be a slimy git and later on wanting to follow Tom for his power and his connection to Slytherin himself.

Genevieve thanked Walburga, “Thank you dear friend, you have helped me a great dear.”

Wlaburga nodded, “Not a problem my dear but I must say, you never mentioned how you are alive.” 

Genevieve smiled, “Like I said, it’s a long story. Nonetheless, when time is on our side, I’ll tell you all of it. Think of it as a favor I owe you for your insightfulness.”

Walburga smirked, “Once a Slytherin, always a Slytherin. Very well, good luck Gen. Toujours Pur.”

Genevieve replied, “Toujours Pur. Goodnight Walburga.”

As the morning sunlight streamed through the windows of Grimmauld, Genevieve bustled around the kitchen, preparing a hearty breakfast for Harry and Hermione. The aroma of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee filled the air as she moved about with practiced efficiency. Harry and Hermione soon entered the kitchen, their tired expressions brightening at the sight and smell of the delicious spread laid out before them.

"Morning, Genevieve," Harry greeted with a warm smile as he took a seat at the table.

"Good morning, Harry, Hermione," Genevieve chimed, returning the smile as she set down plates of eggs and toast in front of them.

"Wow, this looks amazing," Hermione exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with delight as she took in the array of food.

Genevieve chuckled, pleased with their reactions. "Well, I figured we could use a good breakfast to start the day off right." As they dug into their meal, the conversation flowed easily between them, filled with laughter and camaraderie.

"So, any plans for today?" Genevieve asked, taking a sip of her coffee.

Harry shrugged, "Not much, really. Just going to try and decipher more of that mysterious note from R.A.B. and see if we can get insight to track down the next Horcrux."

Hermione nodded in agreement, her brow furrowed in concentration. "Yes, and I was thinking we should revisit some of the books in the library. There might be some clues we've overlooked."

Genevieve nodded thoughtfully, "Harry, I've been meaning to ask you," she began, her voice gentle. "How exactly did you acquire the diary that turned out to be a horcrux?" 

Harry paused, setting down his fork as he recalled the events of his second year at Hogwarts. "It was Ginny Weasley who had the diary first," he explained. "Lucius Malfoy slipped it into her cauldron when we were shopping for school supplies at Diagon Alley. Ginny became attached to it, but then strange things started happening. I found the diary in the girl's bathroom on the second floor. That's when I started writing in it, and that's when I met Tom Riddle." 

Genevieve listened intently as Harry recounted his encounter with the memory of Tom Riddle trapped within the diary. She could sense the weight of his words, the lingering trauma of facing Voldemort's past self. "And then," Harry continued, his voice tinged with determination, "I destroyed the horcrux with the basilisk fang from the Chamber of Secrets. It was the only way to stop Riddle from regaining his power." Genevieve's eyes widened at the fact that maybe she was right. If Lucius had a horcrux with him, then Bellatrix would as well, being the protectors of objects of such dark magic, she knew that Tom most likely gave it to them without them knowing what they were hiding. 

“That must have been extremely difficult. Destroying dark magic is extremely difficult and dangerous.” Genevieve said softly. 

“It was,” Harry replied, “But at the time, I didn’t know what it was. All I knew is that I had to save Ginny.”

Genevieve smiled, “You are extremely brave for that.”

Harry slightly blushed. “Thanks, uhm…I guess.”

Genevieve then asked curiously, “So Lucius Malfoy, is he a follower of Tom’s exclusive gang. Is he a Knight?”

Harry and Hermione were confused and furrowed their eyebrows. Harry said puzzled, “Uhm, no he’s a Death Eater. He was there when Voldemort came back to life.”

Genevieve furrowed her eyebrows now, “Death Eaters?”

Hermione interjected, “Yeah…those are what Voldemort’s followers are called. They bear the mark of a snake and skull.”

Genevieve eyes looked like they were going to barge out, “A mark? With a snake and skull? Where the snake comes out of the skull’s head?”

Harry, fumbling with his words said, “Yeah…wait how do you know that?”

Genevieve sighed, “I drew something once of exactly what you described. I was going to get a tattoo, like the ones Muggles have. I thought they were fascinating and I thought it would be a perfect way to rebel against my fathers. I never expected Tom to make it a mark for his followers…but I know if I was there still, none of this would happen. I think he became lost but I don’t think it was just because of me.”

Hermione, curious, asked, “What do you mean?”

Genevieve, slightly frustrated at herself, “I don’t know…I remember many things but there are still some things I can’t seem to recall…like if I am missing memories.”

Harry, concerned, wondered and asked Genevieve, “Do you think you lost some of your own memories?”

Genevieve turned to Harry and took a deep breath, “No…but I think I might need time to recall them.” Harry and Hermione merely looked at her and wondered how much more suffering she would endure. Genevieve turned to them, and softly smiled, “Don’t worry about me. It’s most likely because I was asleep for so many years. Why don’t you guys freshen up and we’ll meet in the library later.” Both Harry and Hermione smiled and finished their breakfast before moving to get ready for the day.

Draped in dark robes that the great Bellatrix Lestrange would wear, Genevieve strode through the marble halls of Gringotts Bank with an air of authority. Her features shifted and morphed with each step, her magic disguising her true identity flawlessly.

"I wish to open my vault," she barked at the nearest goblin, her voice a chilling echo of Bellatrix's own.

The goblin hesitated, eyeing her warily. "You must show your wand," he insisted, his voice gruff with suspicion.

Genevieve's lips curled into a cold smile as she met the goblin's gaze. With a flick of her wrist, she cast the Imperius Curse upon him, bending his will to her own. "Lead the way," she commanded, her tone brooking no argument. The goblin obeyed, leading Genevieve through the twisting corridors of Gringotts until they reached the imposing door of the Black vault. As they approached, the goblin spoke in hushed tones, moving to bang the bell to distract the Dragon that protected the vault. Genevieve told him to stop what he was about to do.

Genevieve smirked, her confidence unshaken. She stepped forward and hissed in Parseltongue, her words laced with ancient magic. 

“I mean no harm oh great Mother of Snakes.”

The dragon, startled by her ability to speak its language, rumbled in surprise. “A Ssspeaker, there isss very few of you left.”

“Yesss there are few left of usss. I only come to retrieve what is rightfully mine. If you allow me to passs of courssse.”

“Go ahead, my child.” Genevieve is able to head to the vault as soon as the dragon moves aside for her. Entering the vault, Genevieve's sharp eyes quickly scanned the dimly lit chamber. Galleons lay scattered across the floor, each one cursed to multiply upon touch. Ignoring the tempting glint of gold, she focused her attention on her objective.

There, nestled among the glittering treasures, she spotted it: Helga Hufflepuff's cup, gleaming with ancient power. With steady hands, she reached out and plucked it from its resting place, cradling it gently in her grasp. Safely stowing the cup in her satchel, Genevieve turned to leave the vault. But before she departed, she paused to bow respectfully to the dragon, gratitude shining in her eyes.

"Thank you Mother," she murmured, her voice sincere.

With a regal nod of its head, the dragon watched as Genevieve made her way back through the winding tunnels of Gringotts, her mission accomplished. As she emerged into the daylight, she allowed herself a small smile of satisfaction. The next step in their quest was complete, and she was one step closer to bringing Tom Riddle back from the darkness.

Harry and Hermione pored over dusty tomes and ancient scrolls, searching for any clue that might lead them to the remaining Horcruxes. The air was heavy with the scent of old parchment and the weight of their mission hung over them like a shroud. Harry slammed another book shut in frustration, causing Hermione to glance up from her own research with a concerned frown. "Any luck?" she asked, her voice gentle.

Harry shook his head, running a hand through his tousled hair. "Nothing," he muttered, his frustration evident. "I can't believe we've been at this for hours and we still don't have a clue about where to find Hufflepuff's cup or Ravenclaw's diadem."

Hermione's brow furrowed in thought as she turned back to her book, flipping through the pages with a sense of determination. "We just need to keep looking," she insisted, her voice unwavering. "There has to be something here that can help us."

Harry nodded, though his frustration still simmered beneath the surface. "I just wish we had more to go on," he admitted, his tone heavy with frustration. Just then, Hermione's attention was drawn back to her book, her eyes scanning the words intently. But as she tried to focus, thoughts of Ron's well-being began to creep into her mind, distracting her from her research.

"Have you seen Genevieve?" Harry's voice interrupted her thoughts, causing her to startle slightly.

Hermione shook her head, her expression troubled. "Not since breakfast," she replied, her voice tinged with concern. "Do you think something's wrong?"

Harry shrugged, though his worry was evident in his eyes. "I don't know," he admitted. "But I just have a feeling that we could use her help right now." As Harry moved off to search for another book, Hermione turned back to her own research, trying to focus her attention. But the weight of their mission, coupled with her concerns for Ron, weighed heavily on her mind. Unable to fight off the exhaustion any longer, she let her head fall onto the pages of her book, succumbing to sleep as the words blurred before her eyes.

Genevieve wandered through Grimmauld, her footsteps echoing softly against the ancient walls as she made her way to the library. She had been on her way to give the exciting news to both Harry and Hermione when she stumbled upon Hermione, fast asleep amidst a pile of books. Gently, Genevieve reached out and shook Hermione's shoulder, rousing her from her slumber. Hermione jolted awake with a gasp, her eyes wide with confusion before they softened with relief upon seeing Genevieve.

"Genevieve!" Hermione exclaimed, her voice filled with joy as she moved to embrace her friend. But before she could, her expression shifted to one of reproach. "Where have you been? Harry and I have been worried sick!"

Harry entered the library just in time to catch Hermione's scolding, his brow furrowed with concern. "Yeah, Genevieve, we've been worried about you, you just disappeared" he added, his tone matching Hermione's. Genevieve smiled softly at their concern, holding up her hands in a gesture of peace. "I'm sorry for disappearing like that without saying anything," she began, her voice gentle. "But I needed some time to clear my head and think things through."

Hermione opened her mouth to protest, but Genevieve held up a hand to silence her. "I promise I'm okay," she reassured them. "And I think I may have found a lead on where to find Hufflepuff's cup and Ravenclaw's diadem."

Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance, their concern giving way to curiosity. "What did you find?" Harry asked, his voice eager. Genevieve beckoned them closer, her expression serious. "But first, we need to make sure we're all calm and focused," she said. "Because what I'm about to tell you is going to require all of our attention." Harry and Hermione nodded.

Genevieve stood before Harry and Hermione, a triumphant smile playing on her lips as she moved to show them Hufflepuff's cup delicately in her hands. The room fell silent as Harry and Hermione's jaws dropped in astonishment, their eyes widening in disbelief at the sight before them.

"H-how... W-when…Where did you find that?" Hermione stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggled to comprehend what she was seeing.

Genevieve's smile widened as she glanced between her two friends, excitement bubbling within her. "It's a long story, but let me explain," she began, her tone filled with confidence. "Remember how you told me that Lucius Malfoy had Tom’s diary and put it in Ginny’s cauldron?"

Harry and Hermione nodded, their attention fully focused on Genevieve as she continued. "Well, it got me thinking. If Lucius had it and it was a Horcrux, then surely another member of his inner circle must have been entrusted with a Horcrux as well, without even knowing it."

Harry's eyes widened in realization, his mind racing to piece together the puzzle. "Bellatrix," he whispered, the pieces falling into place.

Genevieve nodded, her smile turning knowing. "Exactly. Bellatrix was one of the youngest followers of Voldemort and was fiercely devoted to him, just like Regulus. It got me thinking of the possibility that she was given a Horcrux to protect without even realizing what it was, especially if her cousin knew about them and Malfoy beared a Horcrux as well"

Hermione's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she leaned in closer, hanging on Genevieve's every word. "But how did you know where she hid it?" she asked, her voice filled with wonder.

Genevieve's smile turned mischievous as she recounted her daring adventure. "I had a little chat with Walburga," she began, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "The Black family always protected their most prized possessions in their vault. So, I disguised myself as Bellatrix and retrieved the Horcrux from the Black vault."

Harry and Hermione exchanged a look of awe, their admiration for Genevieve evident in their expressions. "That's incredible," Harry breathed, his voice filled with admiration.

Genevieve nodded, a sense of satisfaction washing over her. "It was risky, but it was worth it," she said, her voice tinged with determination. "And now, we're one step closer to bringing Tom back and destroying Voldemort."

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Content warning: Salazar, my version of perfect revenge

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Chapter 11

Salazar's greed

     Godric, Helga and Rowena sent the kids home early, with a letter explaining that there was a problem and they could come back for the rest of the term once it was taken care of.

As promised, you hadn't used the magic since you gave Ominis sight. Something he had a bit of difficulty adjusting to, but he found that he enjoyed watching the sun set and seeing all the colors. He also liked the rain, not so much the lightning.

It had distracted him enough that he didn't notice you were still getting nosebleeds even without using it. Though it didn't feel like it was wearing you out, you could feel as things in the world were weakening while you were getting stronger, too strong and it was taking its toll.

This magic was too much for one person, too much for anyone.

"One of the students said that Salazar will be here tonight," Godric said walking up to you as thunder rumbled in the distance. "Are you sure you're going to be able to do this?"

You nodded. "This magic is strong enough to do the job."

"Are you?"

You met his eyes, understanding passing between you.

You weren't sure if you were, but that wasn't going to stop you.

You had a plan that wouldn't involve killing Salazar, and you'd hope it would work so all involved wouldn't repeat the night Solomon died.

"Do they know?"

You subtly shook your head. "Immediately after Salazar's taken care of, I will need to get to the black lake."

"The black lake? Why?"

"To return what was taken," you answered.

He nodded as he looked out of the window. "Very well, but will you have the strength to give it after the battle?"

You smiled and shrugged. "It has to be done. Everything will continue to crumble into non-existence if I don't and it's time for things to be put right."

He seemed to stand straighter. "Whoever you're apprenticed to, should be proud. They picked well."

Fig's image appeared in your mind as you chuckled. "I'll pass the word along."

"Make sure you do that."

He started to walk towards the door as Ominis walked in. "Helga and Rowena say it's time."

"Then I best go help them envelope the school."

Ominis side stepped him as he walked over. "How are you doing?"

"I'm okay," you whispered while he leaned against the window frame so he could see your face.

"Even being able to see, I feel like I'm as blind as before. So, please tell me the truth."

You met his eyes as you gave a small laugh. "I'm nervous Ominis, not hiding something. Salazar's bringing a small army of followers with him. I don't know how we're going to pull this off."

He crossed his arms, while his eyes dropped to the floor. "I must admit, I'm also worried about that and you going against Salazar directly isn't sitting well with me."

"If it makes you feel better, I'm not fond of the idea either. If I accidentally kill him, I end up wiping out your whole family line and you die."

"If you lose, you die," he whispered, rubbing at the back of his neck.

"Which is why my plan is crucial. I need it to work out the way I want it to."

"It kind of feels like we've already messed history up though, doesn't it?"

Sighing, you nodded. "It does. Everything sorted itself out, then in a flash we just made things complicated."

He chuckled. "At least we're sticking to our reputation." He lifted off the frame and shifted closer, resting his hands on your shoulders. "Just don't die. Not now, during the fight or afterwards."

"Anyone else and I would make a sarcastic remark, but for you, I promise to try."

He stared for a second, before pulling you against him. "I'm sorry for all the pain my family has caused you." 

Smiling, you tightened your hold on him. "For all their faults, I can't hate them." He pulled back to look into your eyes, his own glancing around your face for a clue as to what you meant. "Without them, I wouldn't have met you and going through everything I have, knowing you were right there with me, it made it all feel like it was worth it." 

His expression wobbled until he smiled as he pressed his forehead to yours. "You know just what to say to make things sound better than they are." 

"I have to do something to balance you out," you teased, hearing him laugh as he pulled back. "But, it doesn't make it any less true." 

"Then you better survive this fight," he whispered though you could hear the strong emotion behind it that was practically pleading. 

"As if there was any doubt." You gave a wink, seeing his face brighten, but his eyes do the opposite. "Salazar may be older than me, but I have more spells in my arsenal than he does, couple that with the universe's magic on my side, I'm not the one who needs to worry." 

Before he could reply, the door opened and the twins walked in, Sebastian earning another whack for bad timing, but he just looked at the both of you with a strange kind of seriousness. "Salazar is here." 

Ominis looked to you while you nodded and headed towards the door. "Well then, let's finish this." 

    The man in question was standing in the clocktower court yard with a few other students behind him, some you recognized and others you didn't. 

"And if it isn't the child of the hour," he sneered as you walked out to stand beside the other founders. "Still fighting without magic? I must admit that you've got guts, but muggles need them to survive right?" 

Not giving him the satisfaction of talking you up, you just gave him a blank stare. His eyes flicked towards the others beside you. 

"This is the best you could do?" He laughed, obviously letting his numbers drive his ego. "This is almost pitiful. We'll have this school in a matter of moments." 

You didn't know if he just enjoyed tormenting his friends or actually believed they wouldn't have a plan.

You discreetly popped a few of the potion vials your group hid around the courtyard and used the air to swirl it around the students. 

"I think your numbers have been vastly reduced," Godric said, wiping the smug smirk off Salazar's face as he turned around seeing the students coughing with no sound. 

"What is this?" 

"Finely crushed Dumbcane leaves," you answered nonchalantly. "Most of them don't know how to cast without nonverbally so we took away their ability."

"Avada Kadavra!" 

His spell shot directly at you and slammed into the same magical barrier the spell book and box had over it as everyone else moved to take on one of the students that sent a spell right after him, filling the courtyard with various lights and sounds, even a few explosions.

Shock plastered over Salazar's face as your eyes turned gold and met his. "Oops? It's a little late for that." 

"I took your magic!" 

"Which allowed me to take the magic hidden behind that door," you answered, baiting him. "All that time getting power to enter the door and you needed to be completely drained in order to receive it. You are your own undoing." 

He casted at you again and this time you caught it with your own as the rain began to beat down and lightening struck the area around the battle. 

You kept an eye out for your allies, seeing Ominis not far, easily taking on two of the older students, while Sebastian fought at his back, taking on his own. Anne and Helga were not far doing the same.

Godric was further away, knocking the younger one out before they could join, while Rowena kept spells from hitting him in the back.

As Salazar slowly grew closer while you held your own, you could feel the blood sliding out of your nose -a fact he quickly noticed. 

"Your body is wearing out. Muggles are not capable of holding such magic." He moved his wand towards you.  

You hated to admit it, but it was. You were syphoning too much, it came with it, but it still made using it difficult. 

"Maybe, but you're not getting it either," you hissed as you fought against him. 

"You're either delusional or naïve, you couldn't stop me before, what makes you think you can now?" 

You felt the hair along your arms stand up as a metallic taste filled your mouth. "Because this magic will not allow you to." 

Light flashed, his wand abandoned pursuit to put up protego. Taking the opportunity, you shoved your hand to his chest, drawing every last bit of magic out of him and into yourself before both of you were hit with lightning.

The force knocked everyone aside. The smell of burnt hair and skin filled your nose as you sailed through the air until your back hit the entry gate and you fell to the ground. Various grunts echoed throughout the area, quickly followed by an eerie silence that only the heavy rain filled.

You dared to move, feeling like a burnt piece of toast and stopped when the pain in your body became too much. 

"Ominis?" Anne asked from nearby. "Are you okay?" 

"Yeah, where's-"

"I haven't found them yet," she answered, sounding like they were moving towards the middle of the courtyard. "Salazar's alive, just unconscious." 

You sighed in relief. You hadn't killed him, only made him a squib. A fitting end for a power, pureblood crazed wizard set on taking magic that would only kill everything. 

"Did the plan work?" Sebastian asked moving towards them after coughing from all the dust the lightening caused, though it faded fast. 

You felt something touch your arm as you opened your eyes, seeing Godric. "Over here!" He called over his shoulder before pushing your hair back. "Can you walk?" 

He helped you sit up as you nodded. "I think so." 

Climbing up to your feet, you quickly realized your body was in more pain than you thought and you had a Lichtenberg figure down your arm that was hit, which was quickly swelling. 

Ominis took the wrist of your uninjured arm and pulled it over his shoulders to let you take your weight off your leg when you winced. 

"To the Black lake now?" Godric asked while Rowena and Helga came over.

You nodded, ready to give the magic back. 

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The Wedding

Disclaimer: A very silly head canon for @lostfirefly

Words: 1780

Saw the below picture and thought this is something Buggy would wear at his own wedding!

Warning: Written in one setting, not proof-read. Buggy x OC, Sir Crocodile x OC

The highly anticipated day had finally arrived. Helga stood nervously before her mirror, anxiously adjusting the laces on her dress and tucking away loose strands of hair. Her bridesmaid, Yujo, positioned herself behind Helga, meticulously ensuring that every detail was in place.

"Don't be so nervous, Helga. Your jitters are making me uneasy too," Yujo chuckled, gently fastening the blue necklace around Helga's neck. She had made certain that her best friend had something new, something old, something blue, and something borrowed. However, Yujo wasn't entirely satisfied with the color of the necklace and swiftly removed it again. 

"Why did you take it off?" Helga asked, panic evident in her eyes. Every minor inconvenience on this day felt like a blow to her already frazzled nerves.

"I actually do not like the color. Let's find something else!" Yujo laughed, attempting to calm Helga's worries. As she gazed upon her friend, Helga appeared absolutely breathtaking.

Helga wore a graceful, sleeveless dress in a soft lavender hue that accentuated her delicate shoulders. A lavender-colored veil adorned her elegant red updo, adding a touch of ethereal beauty. Her radiant blue eyes shone even brighter with the subtle enhancement of her simple makeup. Completing her ensemble, a sparkling bracelet borrowed from Yujo gracefully adorned her slender wrist.

"Today, Buggy would be an absolute fool to say no!" Yujo whispered affirmatively, making final adjustments to the veil before stepping back and admiring her friend. "You're all set. Let's go out there and marry that clown!" she exclaimed, brimming with excitement.

In the grand banquet hall, Luffy was already making a dent in the buffet, eagerly devouring the food intended for the wedding guests. Dressed in a customary black suit and sporting his iconic straw hat, he displayed his carefree nature. Nearby, Nami and Vivi enjoyed a drink together, both elegantly clad in soft turquoise dresses, the designated color for the wedding guests.

Brook and Rayleigh, despite the early hour, shared a drink, the flush on their faces and their loud voices suggesting they were already slightly intoxicated. Just then, Chopper burst in, brimming with excitement as he proudly carried the rings for the couple. "I can't believe I have the honor of presenting them the rings!" he exclaimed joyfully.

Amidst the bustling scene, no one seemed to notice that Zoro was likely lost, having mentioned earlier his intention to use the restroom. Meanwhile, Sanji and Franky positioned themselves at the hall's entrance, attentively observing the arriving guests. Tension and anticipation filled the air, amplifying when Cabaji and Mohji, Buggy's best men, finally made their entrance. Only Luffy remained undisturbed, now attempting to wolf down an entire turkey.

At that moment, Yujo entered the room, captivating Sanji with her elegant light green dress. "Yujo-swaaaan! Is Helga-chwaaaan ready?" he called out, smitten by her presence.

"She is, Sanji. And stop loitering around and ogling other female guests. Be useful and prevent Luffy from emptying the buffet table before the rest of us have had a chance!" Yujo retorted, her tone firm yet playful.

Sanji, always eager to comply with a woman's request, swiftly hurried over and dragged Luffy away from the delectable desserts. Yujo scanned the room, her gaze landing on Nico Robin, who sat at a table with the man she had been seeking. Clad in his characteristic fur coat, Sir Crocodile sat, holding a glass of whiskey. His face visibly brightened as he caught sight of Yujo.

Yujo swiftly glanced over the guest list, noting with satisfaction that nearly everyone had arrived. However, she couldn't help but wonder why Shanks had not been invited. Setting aside her curiosity, she poured herself a glass of whiskey and gracefully approached Crocodile. From this point onward, everything lay beyond her control.

As the lights dimmed, the lively chatter of the pirates gradually faded away. The door swung open, and Buggy made his entrance into the hall. Dressed in an elegant black suit accentuated by a golden tie, he appeared impeccably groomed and striking. His long blue hair was neatly tied back in a ponytail, and though lacking in confidence, he summoned the courage to make his way from the entrance to the small stage at the end of the room.

Observing Buggy's apprehension, Cabaji swiftly approached him with a flask, allowing him to take more sips than he probably should have. With a genuine smile, Cabaji reassured him, "It's going to be fine, Captain!"

Strengthened by the drink, Buggy took a step forward, all eyes fixed upon him. Remarkably, he managed to reach the stage without stumbling. Since neither he nor Helga believed in a higher power, they had foregone the presence of a priest for the ceremony. Instead, they had chosen Mihawk, who would utter a few words and swiftly conclude the proceedings, as he was the least interested in the entire celebration.

Yujo prepared herself to rise from her seat, fully aware that Helga would soon require her presence as a bridesmaid. However, as she attempted to stand, she was caught off guard by the chilling touch of metal against her thighs. It was then that she realized Crocodile had a firm grip on her.

"Where do you think you're going, baby?" he hissed softly, ensuring that only she could hear his words. "I need to support my best friend!" Yujo whispered frantically.  "She's about to marry a damned clown. You can't help her anymore," Crocodile grumbled, exerting more pressure on Yujo's thigh. "Get under the table," he commanded, his voice laced with an unmistakable authority.

The door swung open once again, prompting the remaining few who had been engaged in conversation to fall into an awed silence. Helga entered, accompanied by the lion Richie on her arm. Vivi and Nami gasped in admiration at her breathtaking beauty, and as Buggy caught sight of her, he was certain he might either faint or flee. Yet, he did neither, taking solace in the final sip from the flask that Cabaji handed him, the warmth of the whiskey soothing his nerves.

The room erupted in applause as Helga was led down the aisle, her graceful steps accompanied by Brook's melodious play of "Binks' Brew" on his violin—an exquisite piratey backdrop to the bride's arrival. Finally reaching the stage, she stood before her soon-to-be husband, Buggy, causing tears to stream down the faces of Mohji and Richie.

"Our captain is about to become a husband! He looks stunning and so well-behaved," they murmured, overcome with emotion.

Zoro, who had returned from the restroom, observed the dramatic scene and promptly decided to make his exit once more. Meanwhile, Mihawk let out a deep sigh as he surveyed both Buggy and Helga, before asking with a tinge of impatience, "Are you ready to proceed?"

"Yes!" Helga exclaimed eagerly, brimming with excitement. Buggy, his nerves palpable, whispered softly, "Yes..."

"We have gathered here today..." Mihawk began his speech, only to be interrupted by his own yawn.

Buggy quickly leaned towards Helga, his anxiety evident. "You didn't invite Shanks, right?"

"No, darling, as you requested," Helga replied, chuckling softly.

"...and blah blah blah... Since none of us really care, please proceed with your vows!" Mihawk interjected, breaking the whispered exchange. Helga, who had dreamed of this day her entire life, took a deep breath and began:

"Since the day I first met you, Buggy, you have transformed my life. You erased the loneliness I felt and the hidden sadness within my heart. With you, I can truly be myself, and you accept me just as I am. You are a silly and marvelous partner, my best friend, and the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. Being with you is the greatest blessing in my life."

Everyone was moved to tears by Helga's speech, besides Yujo, she was moved to tears under her table for a different reason, trying to control her gag reflex. 

Mihawk wore a pleased expression at Helgas speech and then turned his gaze to Buggy. "Your speech, pierrot?" he inquired, his patience wearing thin.

"Oh, was I supposed to say something?" Buggy responded, a tinge of embarrassment coloring under his flawless clown makeup.

"Well, I always knew this day would come. From the moment I laid eyes on you, Helga, I knew you would fall head over heels for me. And who wouldn't, considering the captivating captain that I am? So, you can't really be blamed. Many have succumbed to my charm, and you just happened to be the unlucky one caught in the same fate!" Buggy proclaimed, prompting a brief hiccup and a muffled fart from the audience, followed by a hushed "Yohohoho, pardon me!" before he continued his speech.

"Despite all of my astounding qualities and the perilous adventures that lie ahead, you've remained by my side and I truly appreciate it. Thank you, Helga. I actually want to be with you, now and forever, if you can stand being with me that long." Buggy concluded, his final words filled with sincerity, leaving everyone in awe once again. Helga's eyes shimmered with adoration for the love of her life and soon-to-be husband.

Chopper swiftly approached, carrying the rings, while Mihawk had taken a seat and begun sipping on a glass of red wine. As he realized it was his turn to say something once more, he simply nodded and muttered, "Rings, eh?"

Buggy and Helga exchanged rings with trembling hands, and Buggy, looking somewhat helpless, cast a hopeful glance at Cabaji, hoping for another sip from the flask. However, it was already empty. Helga briefly wondered where her bridesmaid had disappeared to, but Buggy's impatience got the better of him.

"Alright, we've completed all the important formalities. Let's just wrap this up and head to our room!" he declared.

"Whatever suits you best..." Mihawk sighed, standing up with a sense of resignation and making his way to refill his glass.

With a swift motion of his detached hands, Buggy gracefully caught Helga, ensuring she landed safely in his embrace rather than tumbling off the stage.

"Damn, I love you, Baby!" he whispered, leaning in to kiss her with a fiery passion. The entire audience erupted in applause and cheers as they witnessed the long-awaited kiss, and Buggy made certain not to let go of his newly-wedded wife.

Breaking away from the kiss, the pirate clown effortlessly scooped Helga up in a bridal hold and descended from the stage, rushing towards the exit.

"I don't care what you all have planned," Buggy declared, a mischievous grin on his face. "Helga and I will be preoccupied for the next 24 hours, and then we're off to our honeymoon in Laugh Tale! So long, you fools!"