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letarasstuff · 4 years ago

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You are not gonna meet them

(A/N): This was requested by an anon. I hope you all enjoy it :)

Summary: How will their beloved intern react, when the BAU is able to profile that she is seeing someone?

Warnings: One swear word (for the sake of a vine reference)

Wordcount: 1.2k

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“What is their name?” Confused (Y/N) takes her eyes off the cup of her favorite hot beverage. To make sure Derek really speaks to her, she turns around in the breakroom. It’s only the two of them. “Whose name? I’m (Y/N), but Derek I work here for two months already. Aren’t you a little too young to suffer from Alzheimer’s yet?”

He laughs into his own cup before taking a sip. “You are seeing someone. Don’t try to hide that from a bunch of profilers, there is no use in that.”

Being the ever stoic and mature teenager, she sticks her tongue out. “I’m not hiding anything. I’m the CEO of being an open book. But spill your tea about your deductions, Sherlock.”

“As you wish, Watson. You are wearing tinted lip balm instead of your usual clear lip balm. I saw you reapplying it after you dropped off some files in Hotch’s office. Also you have a new hairstyle, which looks quite nice on you. In addition to that you wear a bottom up and I saw you wearing one only once and that was when you had to dress up for an undercover thing. Therefore I come to the conclusion that this is your definition of dressing up and I see no reason for it except you want to impress someone and I know for a fact that everybody in this building is too old for you. So, what’s their name?”

“Whatever”, (Y/N) breathes under her breath and makes an effort to escape this interrogation. But Spencer, who also decided it’s time for the trillions refill of his cup of sugar with a drop of coffee, stands in the doorway. “Spencer, can you please step aside? I have work to do”, she asks him sighing. But the genius doesn’t bulge.

(Y/N) looks dumbfounded at her coworker and friend. “I- that was pretty good. But you haven’t considered that I may have a meeting with our dear Section Chief regarding my future in the FBI.” At the end she smiles, thinking she has won this round. “I did”, Morgan answers, wiping the grin from her face, “ and I know again for a fact that this meeting is next week, because Hotch is seeing her today to talk about that subject. So, what are they like?”

“Oh, does our favorite intern have a love interest? (Y/N), why didn’t you tell me anything?” Emily asks as she enters the breakroom. “No, I don-” “Princess, I told you it isn’t possible to lie to us. We are basically human lie detectors.”

“I heard tea and I want you to spill it.” He says, proud to put the phrase she taught him a while ago in the right context. “There is not tea, just a lame glass of water”, (Y/N) responds and squeezes past him. The three profilers look at each other in confusion. Attracted by her confounding statement, they follow her to her desk.

“Why are you stalking the child?” Rossi asks with Hotch hot on his heels. “(Y/N) is seeing someone, but isn’t willing to tell us anything about them. Now we try to pry every bit of information from her”, Spencer explains.

The talked about subject sits at her desk, acting like nothing just occurred while going through some reports. “Are you talking about her crush?” JJ joins the group observation. Everybody looks at her in shock. “What do you know about this?” Derek may be a bit overprotective over his favorite princess.

“Probably not more than you. I just saw her smiling down at her phone and I didn’t spot a cute dog or cat picture so I figured it has to be an important someone”, JJ explains whilst shrugging her shoulders.

“I don’t like this guessing. Why don’t we just ask her?” Rossi is up and goes to (Y/N), the calls of his team members falling on deaf ears.

As the teenager hears the oncoming footsteps, she lifts her head and spies the older Italian. “Not you, too.” A groan leaves her lips while rubbing her forehead in distress. “Bambi, think of it as that: The earlier you confess to your lies, the earlier your conscience is lifted. So tell us about them, will you?”

The rest of the team inches closer to the duo, while (Y/N) contemplates her choices. “Well that is interesting. But what’s also interesting is: I don’t give a shit” Confused by her unusual speech pattern, Rossi throws a pointy glance towards her.

“Fine”, she once again sighs, knowing there is no other way to escape this situation. Not even the teenager’s sarcasm or pop culture can help her anymore.

Eagerly the team crowds around her desk, even Hotch is ready to get some good tea served. “I met them on the bus. Since I started here we rode the same bus every morning and afternoon. Their hair was the first thing I noticed about them. After a month I worked up the courage to talk to them.”

“And?” Morgan asks as (Y/N) doesn’t continue for several minutes. “I chickened out. No cap. But they chatted me up the next day and we are texting each other for several weeks now and we maybe have kind of our first date tomorrow and see each other for the last time today before the date and I want to leave a lasting impression maybe?” At the end she turns red. Like legit red, with tomato ears and stuff.

A loud squeal is heard. “OMG (Y/N) THIS IS SO CUTE I LITERALLY AM DEAD! OUR BABY IS FEELING LOOOOOVE! CLAP THOSE CHEEKS!” Although it seems impossible, she turns even redder at Penelope’s outburst.

“Ok, princess. I’m happy for you, but we need to meet them before you go with them anywhere. How old are they? What do they do for a living? What is their name? Garcia needs to make a background check”, Derek swivels her chair in his direction, looking the girl straight in the eye to make sure he is dead serious.

“Do they read? Emilia Clarke once said to never trust anybody, whose TV is bigger than their bookshelf, and I recommend you to follow that advice”, Spencer adds. “Can we help get you ready? I wanted to do a makeover for you for ages already”, Penelope throws in. JJ and Emily nod at that, showing that they too want to participate in this.

“Are you sure they are not basic, Bambi?” “Oh, Rossi. Never say that again. You are not allowed to talk like ever. Yes, I’m sure they got a cake and an even bigger heart. Before you also say anything complete out of line, Hotch: You all aren’t allowed to see them before I’m completely sure. Period. No complains.”

It’s safe to say that Aaron just needs to flash his doe eyes to convince (Y/N) that they indeed will meet their date before they go out together. I mean, who is better at delivering The Talk to a date than a bunch of (intimidating) profilers and a (even more intimidating) tech goddess?

Taglist:

All works:

@agentshortstacc

Criminal Minds:

@averyhotchner @mggsprettygirl

#bau x reader #bau x teen!reader #spencer reid x teen!reader #emily prentiss x teen!reader #jennifer jareau x teen!reader #david rossi x teen!reader #aaron hotch x teen!reader #penelope garcia x teen!reader #derek morgan x teen!reader #Criminal Minds #criminal minds fanfiction

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7-wonders · 4 years ago

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Hardships Unnumbered

Summary: The quest to save Julia begins, but not everything is as it seems in this mystical land.

Word Count: 1969

A/N: Hi friends! This is the second chapter of my Labyrinth King!Michael AU fic, "It's Only Forever." I'll link the first chapter down below. I hope that you enjoy and, as always, likes, comments, and reblogs make my world go round.

(also there's a couple of little easter eggs/one big one and I'm really excited to see who figures them out)

Chapter One

Though you put your hands out in front of you to brace yourself, it doesn’t help you to discern which way is up and which way is down until you finally stop rolling. With a groan, you shove yourself up to your feet. Your palms are scraped and slightly bleeding, your jeans are torn at the knees, and leaves and twigs now adorn your hair. All in all, this is not the way you had hoped to start this mission to get Julia back.

Now that you’re already at the bottom of the hill, it’s easier to decide how to start this jaunt through the Labyrinth. After all, you certainly can’t go back up, and the solid ground beneath your feet only leads one way. The shining spires of Michael's castle at the center of the maze, closer than you had thought, rise high above you and act as a compass. All factors considered, you can definitely run this in a couple of hours. Then, once you’re both safely out of here, your first order of business is to call the cops.

Your confidence begins to fade the longer that you walk along with the wall separating you from the inside of the maze. There’s no door, or arch, or opening anywhere to be seen. Turning around, you look back to see if you’ve missed the entrance. Instead of finding one, movement catches your eye. A man, tall and willowy, cries out victoriously at something trapped under his foot. He seems to be your best bet, and you decide to approach him.

“Excuse me?” you say.

The man startles, obviously not expecting to see anybody here. “Oh!” he cries in surprise, looking at you as if you’re the first person to ever cross his path. His hair is bleached to look almost white, and he has a pair of oddly-shaped sunglasses with purple lenses covering his eyes. The checkered jumpsuit, complete with ruffles on the shoulders, both does and doesn’t go with the sunglasses. You’re not quite sure why the people that live here dress so funny, but it’s making you feel underdressed.

“Which way do I go to get into the Labyrinth?”

“Now, why would I tell you that?”

“Because you must have come from there,” you pause, looking down at the man’s foot when you hear a squeaking, “oh! Is that a fairy?”

“Mhm.” Your childlike wonder is abruptly swept out from under you when he kicks the small, blue creature into the forest.

“Why did you do that? That wasn’t very nice!”

“Go ahead and pick one up,” the man says, “you’ll see how nice they are when you’re missing a finger.” As if to prove his point, a fairy flies up to you and hisses in your face, showing off two rows of razor sharp teeth. “What is it that you wanted, again?”

You huff. “To know which way to go to get into the Labyrinth.”

“Did you try asking it?”

“I’m sorry, what?” You roll your eyes in disbelief before mocking him. “‘Labyrinth, please let me in!’ Is that what I should say?”

He doesn’t have to respond, for a sudden rumbling has you turning around. To your shock, there’s suddenly an open space in the wall that hadn’t been there just a second ago.

“You’re joking.”

“No, I’m Gallant.” You want to tell him that you weren’t guessing his name, you don’t even want to know his name, but he continues. “Who are you?”

“(Y/N).”

“Ah, that’s right.” So this is one of Michael’s ‘subjects?’ After all, if your dreams have been right (and you’re still half-convinced this is just the elaborate scheme of some unhinged weirdo and not magic, despite what you just saw), then that means that Michael is also the ruler of the Underworld. With that logic, Gallant must be some sort of a demon. If that’s the case, you certainly don’t want anything to do with him.

“Well,” you say awkwardly, “I’m going to go now. Running on limited time, and all that.”

“You’re just going to go in there? Alone?”

“Yep.”

“But--but the Labyrinth leads to the Labyrinth King!”

“That’s kind of the whole reason why I’m here.”

“You’re going to get hurt in there.” Gallant gasps. “You could even die in there!”

You set your shoulders, walking to the hole in the wall and glancing back. “I won’t, but thanks for the concern.”

“Wait!” Even if you did want to listen to what he had to say, you couldn’t, for the wall closes back up on itself the moment you step through it. Mildly jarred though you may be, there’s not much you can do to change this, so you turn around and try to figure out whether to go right or left. Both directions look exactly the same, so with the flip of a mental coin, you go right.

After both walking and jogging for what must have been over a mile, you’re no closer to any sort of landmark that would tell you where you are or how close you are to the castle. There haven’t even been any corners to turn past, just one long, unending aisle. You’re starting to feel a little claustrophobic as you finally come to a stop, needing to take a break for a minute. Sinking down against the wall into a sitting position, you find yourself looking back and forth down the path. Both directions look exactly the same, for as far as you can see. You groan dejectedly and put your head in your hands, allowing yourself a moment of pity before getting up and trying again.

“Hey there!”

You jump at the sudden Southern-sounding voice. “Who’s there?”

“Me, of course!”

Looking around, you see a small door just to your left, and a small woman, probably less than a foot tall, standing next to you. Her curly blonde hair is pulled up into a ponytail, showing off her pointy ears. “And you’re...talking to me?”

“There’s nobody else around, is there?” The woman glances inside the open door. “‘Cept the missus, of course.”

Another woman, also blonde, pokes her head outside and smiles up at you. “Hello!”

“Why don’t ya come inside for a while? ‘Delia makes a killer gumbo.”

“Uh...no thanks. I’m just taking a break for a moment before I find a way to the castle.”

The woman’s face turns severe, and she holds her shawl tighter around herself. “You must be awfully brave if you’re so determined to go up there.”

Brave? You wouldn’t call yourself brave. Stupid, maybe, for bowing to the whims of the guy who’s kidnapped your charge, but not brave.

“But anyways, just go through the wall across from us and you’ll be on your way.”

You look in front of you to see the solid wall. “Through there?”

She nods.

Logic is telling you that this is obviously false, but, considering the same thing happened with Gallant, it can’t hurt to try. Standing up, you cautiously put your hand up to the wall, expecting to meet, well, a wall. Instead, you almost fall through a doorway that leads to another passage in the Labyrinth. “Well, I’ll be damned.”

“You will be if you keep going.”

You choose to ignore this, at this point knowing that everybody who lives here is terrified of their ruler. “Thanks for the help.”

The elf stares at your back as you walk through the new corridor, figure becoming smaller and smaller. “If she would have stuck around, I would have been able to get her on the right track back home, not towards that horrible man.”

From inside the house, a timer beeps. “Misty, supper’s ready!”

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In the stone chamber of the King of the Underworld’s throne room, a three year old girl is currently winning a staring contest against a demon. Michael watches as the demon’s eyes begin to water (with blood, of course), before he eventually gives in and blinks. The little girl cheers before looking at Michael.

“My daddy’s gonna kick your butt, you know. He saved mama from aliens once.”

“Silence, child,” Michael commands, but he can’t help the twitch of a smile at the corner of his mouth. It’s difficult to hide his amusement when this child is the most lively thing to grace his castle since...well, he can’t quite remember since when.

Being surrounded by demons of all shapes and sizes, with a variety of horns or extra eyes or tails, gets old after a while. Demons, quite frankly, are a bore. All they want to do is scare people and cause mayhem, yet continue to use the same methods that have been in place for thousands of years. If Michael’s being honest with himself, everything’s a bore to him here. In the early years, this job had been quite fun. Lots of naive humans to terrify and endless souls to torture.

Michael himself had been prone to naivety, then. It was easy to deal with the buffoons that called themselves demons when it seemed that, soon enough, he would find somebody to share this burden with him. After all, it was the guy upstairs who believed that emotions were for the humans. Michael, however, found it to be one of the most carnal pleasures. To love, and to be loved, seemed like the greatest sin. As the years passed, and the whole routine of ruling the Underworld became stale, Michael began to embrace the feelings of dejection, while simultaneously dreading the thought of an eternity alone.

That’s why, no matter the outcome of tonight, Michael would at least have something to add a little color to his black-and-white world. At the very least, the child would provide much-needed entertainment in the Underworld. She seems quite creative, which could potentially lend itself to some new and innovative torture methods. But, that would almost be a non-starter, considering the whole reason that she’s here, the whole reason Michael implemented this plan in the first place, is to get to you.

You, who managed to somehow win over demons disguised as beggars that loitered outside of the bookstore you worked for. You, who was constantly coming up with your own ideas for stories, creating and erasing entire worlds within your mind (a power far more powerful than any regular magic, Michael believes). You, who had somehow managed to vex and enchant him, without ever having spoken a word to him. He had seen you on one of his visits up Above, talking to a beggar demon as if they were your equal, offering food and shelter to their grotesque form. From then on, he knew that he had to have you, and from that, a plan was born. The Labyrinth, which he had subtly placed in every single one of your dreams for months now, was impossible to run through. You would inevitably lose. And when that happens, he’s prepared to accept your frantic offer where you exchange yourself for the child. He is, after all, a benevolent ruler.

“Mr. Michael?” Julia questions, breaking Michael out of his pondering.

Michael hums, deciding that he won’t lecture her on the importance of referring to rulers by their titles. “Yes, little one?”

“Do you have juice here? ‘M thirsty.”

“Abaddon!” Michael calls, the demon appearing in a puff of smoke. “Get our guest some refreshments.”

The demon turns to do Michael’s bidding, shocked when Julia grabs their clawed hand and skips along with them. “I really like your spiky horns,” she says.

Michael looks up at the clock on the wall, noting that only nine hours remain for you to reach the center of the Labyrinth and rescue the child. Perfect. He’s not one to get too cocky (yes he is), but these are odds he’s willing to take.

Tag List (send me a message if you want to be on this!): @sojournmichael @dark-mei-rose @blakescoven @xavierplympton @michaellangdon @trelaney @ajokeformur-ray @babyloutattoo89 @bloodcoatedeclipse @threeminutesoflife @annikathebananana @wth-trippy @thatonehumanbeing05 @dumybitch

#labyrinth au #labyrinth imagine #labyrinth fanfiction #michael langdon #michael langdon imagine #michael langdon imagines #american horror story #american horror story apocalypse #american horror story imagine #ahs #ahs imagine #duncan shepherd

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jekacatrina · 3 years ago

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can i ask for a number 248. “A mistletoe? Really?” bkdk of course ! (also yes i know it’s august and it’s not even close to december or the winter season at all but something jolly won’t hurt ;3)

C, first of all, sorry for taking so long, I didn't read your ask until today because I didn't want spoilers from the leaks so I ran away.

Second, it's never to early for Christmas fics! You just need Christmas spirit, which I have plenty, so here's a mix of Christmas shenanigans, possessive Deku, little shit Bakugou and dumbass Kaminari, which I love plenty! Enjoy, dearest, thank you for your art and all the light you bring into the Bakudeku fandom!

“A mistletoe? Really?” Katsuki regarded the Christmas hat Kaminari was offering him. In previous years their hats were customized depending on the one wearing it, but this year his was pointy and had mistletoe hanging from some sort of antenna. “I can give you 30 seconds to run as much as you can before I kick your ass.”

“Listen, this is going to be so funny!“ As usual, Kaminari’s lack of survival instinct was a bother to Katsuki.

“You’re wasting valuable seconds, Dunce Face,” Katsuki interrupted him, palm smoking in warning.

“Kacchan, quit it! Look,” Kaminari pacified him by putting the hat in his back pocket. “This is for the greater good.”

“Hah?” He was concerned enough to pause before blasting his dumb face.

“Okay, so, you’re dating Midoriya, right?”

“There’s no fooling you, is it?” Despite his expression barely changing, Katsuki felt pride filling him with the statement.

Katsuki was dating Deku.

Deku was dating him.

They were dating.

He was such a whipped loser, but nobody would ever know. Well, maybe just the nerd.

“I made a bet with Mina,” Kaminari explained, gesturing wildly. “She says you’re more territorial of him than Midoriya is of you, but I know better,” he winked, and Katsuki frowned.

“The fuck you’re talking about?”

“Come on, I’ve seen the flashes of green when I call you Kacchan.”

“Then fucking stop before Deku punches your lights out,” Katsuki crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe.

“Midoriya would never hurt me,” Kaminari exclaimed, offended. “I just want to see how he’s going to react, I promise, just harmless teasing!”

Katsuki pondered his proposal; on one hand, he made his life mission not to agree to anything Dunce Face suggested. On the other, he was curious how his possessive little shit was going to react. Deku had been clinging to him for years, even before fixing their friendship, and becoming a couple. Sure, the nerd got flustered around attractive people, but he had stated some sort of claim over Katsuki since they were kids, and that unshakable admiration had helped them grow into what they were to this day. Playing with that side of him promised to be a fun development for the party.

“I want half of whatever you betted with Raccoon Eyes,” Katsuki said, extending his hand. “Now, give me the stupid hat.” Kaminari didn’t wait a second before slapping the item on his hand.

“Wait, half?!” he seemed to register the words and made a face. “Can we negotiate?”

“Half, or this shit goes up in flames,” he threatened, squishing the hat, and Kaminari caved.

“Fine, half.”

Katsuki smirked, stepping back into his room, and slammed the door on his face.

“We could at least hang out!” Kaminari yelled from outside.

“That’s what we just did, Dunce Face! Now go away!”

He studied the hat. This could be fun.

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Upon entering the common room, Katsuki scanned the faces until he located the familiar mess of green curls, partly hidden by the pointy red hat, standing with his regular crew. His didn’t have mistletoe, but a small bone hanging from the tip, most likely a dumb reference to their first months at UA and his lack of control.

When Deku saw him, he smiled softly, eyes warm, and Katsuki did his best to smirk, instead of giving him a moony and dumb smile. He saw the exact moment the nerd realized what was hanging from his hat. He only gave him a baffled expression, and he grinned in disbelief, then Glasses said something and Deku turned to look at him.

That was it? Huh, how boring.

Katsuki searched for Kaminari, saw him standing with Sero and Mina, and shrugged when he glanced at him. Kaminari looked from Deku to him, yellow eyes calculating. He suddenly broke from his group and strode confidently to him. Katsuki was prepared to kick him or blast him away if he got too close, but he didn't need to worry.

Kaminari froze as dark tendrils wrapped around Katsuki’s middle, and yanked him in another direction. He stumbled into a pair of arms he knew better than his own, and met Deku’s gaze, wide eyes full of fake innocence.

“Hey, Uraraka wanted to ask you something,” he said in lieu of an explanation.

“I did?” Round Face said, sharing a look with the Frog chick.

Katsuki tried to face her, testing how far the nerd was willing to go, and Deku didn’t disappoint. He jumped in front of him, taking his wrists and wrapping himself in a hug. They weren’t big on PDA, but they held hands and hugged without caring who was in the room. However, this was different; Deku was short of shielding Katsuki from everyone. Nobody could stand under the mistletoe as long as he stood under his chin.

“Are you for real?” he whispered in his ear.

“What do you mean, Kacchan?” Deku glanced up, and Katsuki huffed, kissing the spot behind his ear.

“Suit yourself, loser.” If the nerd refused to admit what he was doing, Katsuki was going to make him break a sweat before the night was over.

Katsuki broke from his hold, and went to flop down on the couch. He got a lap full of nerd the minute Sero sat by his side. He let Deku be, sliding his arms around his waist to support him, listening to the conversation around them.

He got hungry, so he pushed his boyfriend off him and went to get some foot. Sato passed him a plate, crouching down to his level and offering a turkey leg like he tended to do. Normally Katsuki just took a bite right out of his hand, mostly because he hated getting grease on his hands, but Deku appeared out of nowhere and grabbed the plate, muttering about taking care of it himself.

The night turned into a game; how much Katsuki could stretch his nerd’s patience before he snapped and stuck to him like glue.

Katsuki laughed until he cried when IcyHot leaned close with a confused expression, studying the mistletoe, and Deku accidentally head butted him in the chin in his haste to get between them. He apologized profusely with a flaming face while Todoroki blinked away the white spots in his vision, rubbing his jaw and backing off, and Katsuki lost it.

His favorite was when Kirishima tried to give him a hug. For whatever reason, Deku had been more territorial of him when it came to Shitty Hair since first year, and Katsuki ended up floating to the Christmas tree with his boyfriend grabbing him firmly by the hips, under the pretense of showing him the star adorning the top.

“Are you kidding me?” Katsuki said, smirking and flicking the ornament closer to the tip of the tree.

Deku didn’t reply, just hugged him tighter. Katsuki saw him smile out of the corner of his eye, delighted by the little game. His boyfriend was ridiculous, completely bat shit crazy, and Katsuki loved him so much he wanted to scream.

They left the party when Deku started to nod off on his shoulder, still clinging to him like a koala. Katsuki yelled a general goodbye, and more or less, dragged his boyfriend to his room, accepting the fate of sleeping in the tacky All Might room tonight over the prospect of hauling the many pounds of muscle all the way to his room.

“I’m beat,” the nerd mumbled, resting his face on the doorframe, but not getting in.

“I would say,” Katsuki scoffed, pinching his cheek. “That was some impressive quirk training, idiot.”

“You did that to rile me up,” he accused him, batting the mistletoe away.

“It was Dunce Face’s idea,” Katsuki defended himself.

“He’s a menace,” Deku said, freeing his cheek of his grip, but not letting go. “But so are you,” he turned his head to the side, and nuzzled into the palm of his hand. “Do I get a kiss before bed?” He glanced up, green eyes shining. How he could manage to give him such an earnest and sweet look, then turn around and kick someone in the face without remorse, would forever puzzle and amaze Katsuki.

“I guess you earned it,” he cupped his face, and lowered his mouth to his.

As he sunk his fingers in the green curls, tipping his face up and deepening the kiss, Katsuki ripped the hat from his head, and blasted a small explosion to get rid of the mistletoe. They didn’t need it.

Katsuki didn’t want to kiss anyone else but him.

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Thank you for this, C, I've been writing some angst and this fluff was so good for me! Hope you enjoy it!

#its all about the possessive Deku ✨💚#bakudeku #bkdk #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #katsudeku #decchan #dkbk #im cheesy and corny and unstopable

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warriorofdragons · 3 years ago

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Some thoughts on Bright: Samurai Soul Spoilers Below...

So does everyone have pointed ears in Bright except humans? Are humans the odd man out on getting pointed ears? I get the goblins having pointed ears, but the centaurs and the dwarves too? I at least thought the dwarves would be our round-eared cousins, bummer.

I feel like the whole Inferni vs. Shield of Light thing is like the whole Knights Templar thing, at least inspired by it.

When did that dude get an octopus arm??? I kind of would have liked to have seen how the fuck that happened. And how did he lose his hand in the first place it was a little unclear, I presume the High Courtesan did it with magic but???

Elves or humans with elf blood!! YES!!! Half-elves confirmed!

There were a few aesthetic things that bothered me and one of them being no super pointy teeth for elves!?!? That’s one of the things I loved about them in Bright only their canines seem to be pointy in this. It would make sense if they all weren’t full elf, but the Inferni definitely seemed to be and still no pointy teeth.

WTF Was That thing in that room!? Is THAT the Dark Lord? Are we ever gonna get an explanation about what is up with that? And if it’s related to Inferni shit then why did Larika (Elf in Wall in Bright movie) become that shape what’s so important about it, I thought that just happened because her and Tikka were fighting over it and it was a raw surge of magic.

I think the centaur was wearing pants for his horse legs lol

The goblins and orcs get scars in a darker green color, neat.

So they killed both the orc and the human in this one, did they have to sort of reattach Raiden’s leg first before bringing him back?

Is Vykwarus the only magic word they were given in the whole writing process? I guess they weren’t allowed to make new ones or they couldn’t get someone to make new ones.

So the healing/resurrection happened automatically and didn’t require a ritualistic incantation like what Tikka did? It makes sense for her an Inferni, which is basically a necromantic cult, to be taught a ritual for bringing back the dead but there would be no canon reason Sonya would need to know it, so they made it automatic instead?

It was cool to see Elf Twins lol

Why didn’t the elves seem to have a good sense of smell? Wouldn’t Sonya be able to know Chihaya was an elf before the reveal if she has a good sense of smell too? It doesn’t have to be blood hound like with the orcs and if elves don’t have super smell then WHY did Kandomere smell Larika??? What was he smelling if couldn’t smell that Leilah had been there.

#bright samurai soul spoilers #bright samurai soul #bright netflix #Maybe for some of these things the people who wrote this didn’t watch Bright as many times as I did but still #you would think someone would have told them all the in canon rules

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mr-kiwi-the-wizard · 3 years ago

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The following is a rather long story i wrote. I have kept behind a keep reading sign for everyone's convenience. None the less please take the time to read and tell me what you think.

The informal Journey of a lord. Once upon a time in the kingdom of Mistvale. A small kingdom east of the high mountains a young lord was touring the kingdom and beyond. It was his duty to hear the needs of the people and make sure new settlements are formally welcomed into the kingdom. It was on his journey that he happened upon a small unnamed village some place east of the Great Mire River. It was here that he met the most peculiar people. The village itself was predominantly populated by men with only a few women who were mothers of children. Among them there were only two maidens. One of whom the many men and boys of the village had attempted to woo and failed. And a young postal courier from eastvale. It was here that the young noble was to, infatuated with the maidens' beauty. But as he came to serenade her, he too was spurned. She boldly proclaimed to the young lord that she had no intention of marrying any man in the realm until the day of her parting. The young lord was heartbroken. But determined to win her heart somehow.

He asked the men of the village for advice but all said they had tried what they could. They spoke of the maidens' witchcraft and her evil sway over men that being bound would break. The young lord was worried by such callous remarks but understood that such folk exist within the realms. As he asked, no man could help nor wished to aid a rival. Until he asked the curious courier woman whom did not belong to this village. “Perhaps one should present her a gift?”. So I gathered the finest roses from the forest. “I can find such flowers myself young lord” she said. So the young lord gave the flowers to the courier instead as thanks and asked once more for advice. “Maybe thou couldst write her a poem?” So the lord spent many days and nights writing a poem for the maiden. And then he read it to her at the public green only to be stopped mid way. “You bore me with your drivel. Can you not see i have no interest in your company?” The young lord instead shared his poem with the courier who had once more arrived with goods and parcels as thanks. He then asked for her advice. “Mayhaps she is not interested in men as she claims fair lord. Thou canst not turn into that which this town lacks and that which she desires.” The young lord was dismayed but knew of a wizard who built their tower somewhere in the kingdom hidden from the king himself. He asked the courier once more for help. As she must deliver his mail to tell him were the tower is so long as he keeps the towers location a secret from the king. She looked worryingly at the young lord who asked now for something she possibly couldn't give. “Young lord i mayst give thee the location of the one of which you seek. But I ask only that you wait a day and a night before you travel in quest.” The young lord agreed and was told the location of the wizards tower.

After a day and a night the young lord set forth for the tower of the wizard of Mistvale. He brought with him a gift he felt worthy of a wizard that the courier told him he liked. After a few hours travel he stood before the great tower. It sat between two tall rocky spires in a meadowy valley in the forest. He approached the the door which was for whatever reason painted red. Knock Knock Knock The door opened and there stood a grand and rather strange wizard. His hat was blue and very tall with a solid point. His glasses were big and round. His beard was Long and scraggly and didnt look like it belonged on his young and somewhat round face. On his shoulder was a small snail with a pointy hat too. Presumably the snail was also a wizard. His robe was long flowing and blue and his pants were big and baggy and his shoes were simply slippers with bunny ears. “Greeting young lord. It seems thou hast found me at last. And here to audit me to the tax list no doubt!” The young lord shook his head. “No great wizard, I have come to ask you a favor and present you this gift.” The young lord offered the wizard a basket of freshly baked garlic bread from the unnamed village of Mistvale. The wizard looked pleased and invited the young lord in for tea and to hear of the boon the young lord sought. “Oh great wizard i seek the hand of a fair maiden-” but he was cut short as the wizard put his hand before the young lords face. “If her heart thou wishes to take, no magic shall i the wizard stake.” “Oh wizard i wish no charm or guise. I hear it is something that i myself must change but cannot.” “Does thou wish to be a lord no longer? A wizard is not needed for such indeavour.” The wizard poured the tea and put food out for his cat which by all accounts was probably also a wizard. “It is not my title i seek to change. Her heart cannot belong to a man so i ask that thou make me a woman instead.” The wizard looked perplexed but sat down to his tea non the less. “Born to nobility is a great goal. And to that of a man too. Thou hast been given the best cards in hand and still thou wishes to play it down for love?” The young noble nodded. The wizard forewarned that such magic is powerful and hard to reverse and so he would not undo what he was about to do should the noble change his mind.

The noble chose his fate

A young noblewoman entered the unnamed village of Mistvale. She sought the audience of the most beautiful woman in the village. She was swooned by many of the men in the village but she ignored them. For it was her that she sought. And like before she was scorned.

“I am interested in no man nor woman fool. Do not think i can see through your petty disguise young lord. I will never be with a man like you.” And so she fled the river and wept. She wept for she had given everything for the woman whom she thought she loved. Her inheritance now to go to her brother and to be forced to wed a man whom she would never love. As she looked into the river she saw the reflection of the wizard. Wizards are often contradictory in nature.

“Perhaps thou hast learnt thy lesson and seeks to remit thy decision?”

The young noble looked up at the wizard and shook her head.

“One must pay the price for magic, correct?”

“Indeed one must. For a soul once changed can be hard to change back.”

The wizard sat down beside her.

“Oh great wizard, what do you know of the courier whom delivers your mail and herbs?”

The wizard took off his slippers and dipped his feet in the river.

“She is hardworking and awfully busy.”

“Does she have many admirers?”

The wizard took off his pointy hat and let out his hair.

“Oh not many she doesn't get a great deal of attention from most folk beyond friendly gesture..”

“Do you think she would accept me for who i am now?”

The wizard opened his basket of fresh garlic bread and broke off the piece for the young noble. And removed his beard so he can eat properly.

“Yes I do…”

The young noble looked at the wizard properly for the first time since their meeting by the river. The young courier woman sat next to him. Dressed in magic robes and baggy pants. And a small little wizard friend on her shoulder.

“The soul is a difficult thing to change is it not?”

#story #longpost #wizard #noble #romance

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novelist-becca · 4 years ago

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Could these walls come crumbling down

Fandom: The Owl House

Rating: Teen

Relationships: Eda Clawthorne & Luz Noceda

Summary: A look at “A Lying Witch and a Warden” from Eda’s POV. Title is from the song “Into the Open Air” by Julie Fowlis. Italics are Eda’s thoughts.

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Eda had sent Owlbert back through the portal after their brief trip through the human realm. She was unable to find any good stuff, plus she was getting tired. So she went back to wait at her booth while he found more garbage. That was an hour ago. The bored witch watched as random citizens walked by. A part of her worried he was caught and captured by a curious human. He was supposed to be back by now!

Then, as she was tapping her foot in impatience, she heard the door finally open, and the owl flew through the curtain dragging a half-full sack of human garbage.

“Finally, you're back!” Eda said with a sigh. Nevertheless, she gave Owlbert a quick scratch on his chin as a thank you. Eda thought she heard a voice from inside the tent, but she ignored it and turned to the sack. “Now let's see what we've got here.” She said as she screwed Owlbert back onto the staff.

Eda rubbed her hands together in anticipation and looked through the assortment. A small dark box thingy? Nah, she could never figure out how to work those strange box things. “Garbage…” A diamond ring? No, everybody here's already seen those. “Garbage…” and a golden glowing goblet! Nope, she needed something rare! Something different!

Then as if the sack could read her mind, Eda gasped pulled out a large pair of strange glasses with bloodshot eyeballs. “Now this…” she said as she tried them on. “This will make me rich!” To her amusement, the eyeballs popped out and sprung for a few seconds.

It's horrifying. Perfect!

“And this…” The next item Eda pulled out was a book. It was…eh. She's seen a few witchlings carry it around. Whatever. Her candle was starting to go out anyway. “Well, this'll make good kindling.”

But as soon as she held the book over the flame, some kid burst out of the tent and snatched it out of her hand. “Excuse me sorry that's mine thank you!” She said quickly.

Now where the hell did she come from? Eda thought. Then a quick look at her ears confirmed that she was a human.

Now she could be…useful.

Before the little intruder could escape back through the portal door, Eda closed it with the key. She wasn't going to get away that easily.

“You're not going anywhere.” She said sternly. It seemed to scare the kid enough that she escaped from under the tent’s cover. Not wanting to lose this opportunity, the witch followed her. Soon enough, Eda found the girl standing at the edge of a cliff, visibly freaked out and confused, and also smacked down a stray pixie. The witch internally laughed at the child.

Classic humans.

“Where am I? Did I DIE?! Am I in the Bad Place?” The girl frantically asked nobody in particular. Eda grabbed her shoulder, startling her for a moment.

“You wish.”

The older witch dragged the girl back to the booth by her arm, sitting her down on a stool. Yup, she's human. Eda told herself. No doubt about it with those round ears. She looked to be in her teens, with dark skin and short brown hair. Said human had her knees pulled up to her chest, looking up apologetically at the woman before her.

“I-I'm so sorry, I just wanted my book! If you're gonna eat me, just make it quick- just do it now!” The human stuttered out, holding out her arm.

The witch internally laughed at this kid’s complete overreaction. Alright Eda, time to drop the tough guy act. Don't scare her too much.

“Eat you? Why would I eat…a potential customer?” Eda said to the girl, presenting her stash of junk. Her words seemed to confuse her, but the kid seemed to calm down, and looked up with interest. Nailed it! She's hooked! “Can I offer you a human foot filled with holes? A bar of green human candy? Oh, oh, how about this black shadow box that reflects only sadness?” Eda spoke as she went through whatever assortment of objects she found interesting.

And, interestingly enough, instead of rejecting the offer and walking to the next stand, the human laughed a little bit at the presentation.

“That's not all it can do.” The human says, getting out of her seat. “Here, let me see it.” Eda allows her to take the offered “shadow box” and observed as she takes something from the “human candy” bowl and inserted it into the object. Then she pushed a button and…it lit up with loud music, showing a person dancing. To Eda’s surprise, some demons and witches heard the noise and were immediately attracted. Oh, so that's how it really works.

“Huh? What's that?”

“That sound, it's so alluring…!”

One demon held up some money. “I'll pay 40 snails for the screaming box!”

Another demon held up his too. “I'll give you 100!”

“Can I eat the tiny person inside?”

Eda watched in awe as more people offered up their goods for the device. All thanks to this kid. She turns to her with great interest. “What did you say your name was?” She asked with an impressed smirk.

If she's a human, then maybe she can help King. Eda thought, remembering the other reason for pulling her aside.

“I'm Luz! Luz Noceda!” The kid said, smiling at her. It's incredible how she hasn't run away screaming from the demons and monsters of the Isles, as most normal humans would.

“Well, Luz, that was pretty clever…for a human.” Eda adds, taking the offered money from her customers.

“That's kind of a weird thing for another human to say.” Luz says, raising an eyebrow.

Oh, right, the bandana!

“Oh, dear child…” Eda started before swiftly taking off the bandana disguise to reveal her own pointy ears. “I'm not like you.”

The witch stepped on top of her table to speak. Might as well entertain the kid.

“I'm Eda the Owl Lady! The most powerful witch on the Boiling Isles!” Eda declared proudly.

“A witch?” She heard Luz say in wonder and delight.

Oh, I like this kid.

“I am respected! Feared!”

“-Busted!” To her dismay, the loud device was smashed by none other than…an Emperor’s Guard. Customers ran away in fear, but Luz stayed by the table for whatever reason. Dammit.

“Eda the Owl Lady, you are wanted for misuse of magic and demonic misdemeanors!” The guard spoke in a gruff voice.

“Woah, witch criminal.” Luz said from her spot by the table, watching with great interest. For some reason she…stayed.

“You are hereby ordered to come with me to the Conformitorium!” He demanded, grabbing Eda’s arm.

She yanked it back in annoyance. The guards were stalking her…a lot today. “Would you guys quit following me around? I haven't done squat.” Why do they call it “misuse” anyway?

Unfortunately, the guard noticed Luz and lifted her up by her shirt. “And you're coming too. For fraternizing with a criminal!”

“What? That's not cool!” Luz exclaimed, eyes widening.

Quickly, Eda formulated a plan. “Oh alright alright, you win. Just let me get my stuff…” she answered, getting her staff. Swiftly, she swung it at the guard, knocking him flat on the ground. These chumps are too easy!

Quickly, Eda cast a spell to wrap up everything in a sack, hanging it on her staff. But not before pressing the button on her key. “Whoops, can't forget this!” She ran towards Luz, remembering her mission. “Follow me, human!” And she did.

As Eda ran, Luz rambled frantically beside her. “This is crazy! If I die here my mom’s gonna kill me!”

The witch laughed. “Ha! I won't let him hurt you. A human like you is much more valuable to me alive than dead.” Eda promised. If she is to earn Luz’s trust, she can't get hurt. No matter what.

“Wait, what's that supposed to-”

Eda didn't let her finish as she suddenly hooked her arm with Luz’s, whooping as she swept her off the ground and into the air with her on the staff.

As expected, Luz was frozen in her place on the staff, tears leaking from her closed eyes.

“You can open your eyes now, human.” Eda told her.

Luz opened one eye, then another before letting out a whimper and nearly falling off. “Flying staffs, crazy monsters, you're a witch! What is this place?” She asked as Eda pulled her back up.

“This is the Boiling Isles.” Eda explained to the girl. “Every myth you humans have is a bit of our world leaking into yours.” Just then, a large griffin flew by, sparking Luz’s interest.

“A griffin!” And when it started breathing spiders, “I knew it!” She exclaimed happily. Eda marveled at Luz’s great fascination with this world. She loved the enthusiasm.

“Yup! Griffins, vampires, giraffes…” Eda recounted.

“Giraffes?” Luz asked, confused.

“Oh yeah. We banished those guys. Buncha freaks.” Eda said with disgust. Those super long necks had always unnerved her. She stepped off her staff once she arrived at their destination. Luz stayed on, unsure. Until she noticed Eda's detached hand and jolted off.

Jumpy isn't she?

“Whoops, that happens sometimes.” Eda said nonchalantly, screwing her hand back on.

Luz got to her feet. “Well, I've had enough adventure for today. This is clearly not the PG fantasy world I always dreamed about. So, can you help me get back home?” She said. Eda held her staff in front of her before she could walk away, making her freeze in place. She needs her for this. And she's not getting away so easily.

“Only if you help me first!” Eda insists. “Ha! Now come along, human.”

As she and Luz approached the door, Luz piped up again.

“Aren't you worried about those guards finding us?” She asked, looking behind them nervously.

Eda looked to her and gestured at her house. “Nope! My house has a state-of-the-art defense system.” As long as Hooty’s around, she and anybody that chooses to stay is safe. But…not from his voice.

“Hoot hoot, password please.” Hooty said. Eda rolled her eyes and poked his eyes. “Ow!”

“We got no time for this, Hooty. Let us in.” She answered with two fingers still held up as a warning.

“Alright alright, jeez! You never wanna have any fun! Ow! Hoot!” Hooty scoffs before letting Eda and her new aquaintance in. She let the girl take a brief look around before snapping her fingers.

“Welcome to…the Owl House.” And with a snap of her fingers, everything came to life. Candles lit up, the broom sweeping, the fireplace blazing, and the ceiling lit up with that beautiful picture of a bird. Luz looked around in amazement and walked around.

“Where I hide away from the pressures of modern life.” Eda explained. “Also the cops. Also ex-boyfriends, ha!” She added with a snort.

Luz placed her book down on the coffee table. “This place is beautiful. So do you live here all alone?”

As if on cue, the house seemed to shake with King’s angry stomping. That damn demon.

“Actually, I have a roommate.” Eda frowned.

“WHO DARES INTRUDE UPON I, THE King of Demons!” King demanded as he entered the living room in his towel and…holding a rubber duckie.

Instead of getting scared, Luz gasped in delight at the sight of him. “Ay que lindo!” She exclaimed, and then she quickly scooped a confused King into a tight hug. “Eda he's so cute! Who's a widdle guy? Who's a widdle guy? Is it you, is it you? Mmm!!!” She cooed excitedly to the now frightened demon. Not that Eda could really blame her, he is really adorable.

“NO! I don't know who your little guy is! Eda! Who is this monster?!” King cried as he tried and failed to push the girl off him.

“Oh, this is Luz, the human.” Eda tells him, restraining Luz with her arms around her torso and prying her away, then putting her back down. “She's here to help us with our…situation.” She explains with a hand on Luz's shoulder.

King lit up. “Oh! Hurray!”

But Luz backed away, apprehensive. “Wait wait wait. I don't like the sound of this 'situation.’”

Eda stepped in front of her before she can back out. “Just…let me explain.” She says before drawing a spell circle to help illustrate their objective. “King was once a mighty king of demons, until his crown of power was stolen, and he became…this.” She noticed Luz had picked up King again.

“You mean this little bundle of joy?” She interjects.

Eda continued. “The crown is being held by the evil Warden Wrath, and locked away behind a magical force field that only a human can break through. A human like you.” She lifted the spell and looked at Luz. “If you help us retrieve his crown, we’ll send you back to your realm.” And while Eda may be Public Enemy #1, she intended to keep her end of this deal. “So what do you say?” To convince her, she picked up King by his head. “Plus, who could say no to this cute face?”

“No! Please don't encourage her!” King cried, squirming in her hold.

Eda dropped him. “I mean, we're kinda your only way home.” She reasons. There's not any other portal to the human realm. That she knows of, at least.

Luz averted her eyes to the side. “So I don't really have a choice, do I?” She guesses.

“Nope! Now we've got no time to lose!” Eda urges, picking up Luz and holding her over her shoulder. The girl didn't struggle. Behind her, Eda hears King talking to his duck.

“Where are we going?” Luz asks over her shoulder.

“Somewhere super fun!”

“The Conformitorium, a place for those considered 'unsuitable for society’.” Eda explains with distaste when they reached their destination. She remembers how guards would throw people in that damn place simply for being weird. Most of them haven't committed any real crimes!

Beside her, Luz had found one of her famous Wanted posters. “Whoa. These guys really have the hots for you.” She observed.

She's not wrong.

“Yep. But we were never caught because we were too slippery.” Eda proudly says with a smirk. That poster would always be one of her proudest moments. She looked good in it! A part of her feels overjoyed that this child didn't judge her for her criminal status.

“Try to catch me when I'm covered in grease, I'm a squirmy little fella.” King remarked in his place on Luz's head. Luz, who probably just found it weird, tilted her head so the demon could slip off. “You and I will sneak up to the top of the tower where they're holding my crown.” He explained to her.

“And I'm gonna make sure the warden’s distracted.” Eda added.

Luz gasped in excitement. “Will I need a disguise?”

“Uh…” Eda didn't really answer. Nobody's seen her before, so does she really need one?

“I've been waiting to use this.” Luz said, and put on her hoodie, flicking the cat ears up. “Meow meow!”

Oh why not let her have some fun. Besides, it’s kinda cute!

“It's hideous.” King commented.

“Oh you'll fit right in.” Eda agreed, smiling. Then she planted her staff to the ground, creating a glowing yellow disk. “Hang on tight!” Then it lifted Luz and King to the air, elevating them to a tower window. After they were dropped off, she flew away on her staff to begin her search. “Meet you guys at the top of the tower!” She said.

Eda flew around the halls of the Conformitorium, passing cells, making sure no guards were around while also searching for the Warden. Eventually, she heard someone at the end of the hallway. She peeked around the corner and sure enough, there was Warden Wrath, holding a tiny creature with a big nose hostage.

Good. Just where we want him. Eda flew back the other way to go update the human girl.

After a few minutes of searching, Eda found Luz walking around the halls with her hood down, looking…dejected. “Hey, I just checked, the Warden is distracted, tormenting some tiny creature. He won't coming around here anytime soon.”

Luz didn't respond, and her expression didn't change as she walked past Eda. She looked deep in thought.

Where's that enthusiasm from earlier?

In front of them was a large door labeled “Contraband”. This was the room where King’s crown was!

“My crown, it's close! I can sense its power!” King said excitedly. He scrambled quickly to the door, desperately trying to get it open. Of course, with his tiny body it would take a while.

“Aw, he's so cute when he's thirsty for power.” Eda cooed.

Then Luz finally spoke. “It's not fair that they're all in here. They just want to be themselves!” She said sadly. Eda assumed she probably talked to a few of the prisoners. “Why does everyone think being a weirdo is so bad?” She asked, looking up at the witch with sad eyes.

She understands. She knows what it's like to be stifled. Eda thought fondly. I really like this kid.

Before Eda could come up with a response, a noise snapped both of them out of their thoughts, King finally got the door open, and was now laughing to himself as he excitedly sprinted into the room.

“Come on, before he hurts himself.” Eda sighed. And as if on cue, she heard an “ow!” followed by a zap.

In the room, King was repeatedly headbutting the barrier, failing over and over again to get through.

Ha, cute.

“We have a human, remember?” Eda reminded him, looking up at Luz, silently telling her what she had to do.

“Oh yeah!” Said King.

Luz took a deep breath as if to prepare herself, and slowly stepped through the barrier. Eda and King stood outside, waiting for the human to find what they needed. And sure enough, Luz stepped back out, holding the crown, looking confused.

King took it from her, putting it on. “Yes, yes! I can feel my powers returning! You there, nightmare critter! I shall call you Francois and you shall be a minion in my army of darkness!” He pointed excitedly to a random stuffed rabbit. “Ha, ha!” He laughed triumphantly.

“That crown doesn't give him any powers, does it?” Luz asked, disappointed and confused.

“Uh, no.” Eda replied. Luz gave her a skeptical look. “Oh, look at us, Luz. King and I don't have much in this world, we only have each other. So if that dumb crown is important to him, it important to me.” She says, trying to convince the girl that this wasn't a total waste of time. “Besides, us weirdos have to stick together, you know?” She concluded with a wink. Luz looked at her and smiled, pink tinting her cheeks.

I knew you'd understand.

“Well, we owe you one. Now let's get outta here before the warden finds us and loses his head.” She stated.

“Too late.” A sinister voice said behind her.

The owner of that voice swiftly and effortlessly cut of Eda’s head, which Luz caught in her hands. The girl screamed.

“AAHH!!!”

“OW! Oh I hate it when that happens.”

“AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!”

Luz held Eda’s head close, looking at her with terrified eyes. “Eda! Are you okay?!”

“Yeah, this just happens when you get older.” Eda said nonchalantly.

“Does it?” Luz asked, horrified.

Well it started happening when I got older, I don't know about other witches…where's my body?

Warden Wrath approached them. “Finally, I have you cornered, Eda the Owl Lady.” Then he took King’s crown again, crushing it easily in his hands.

“Weh?!”

“My guards could never get you, but I knew if I took your pet’s toy, you'd come running.” He crushed the crown easily in his hands.

“NO!” King sobbed. “My power!”

Luz and Eda glared at him. “What do you want with me?! I've never actually broken any of your stupid laws…in front of you!” Eda glowered. They came all this way just for King! Nobody makes him cry like that!

“I want you…” he kneeled down on one knee. “To go out with me.”

What the hell?

“Wha?”

“What?”

Warden continued. “You've always eluded our capture. You've always been the one who got away. I found that alluring.” He said.

What the fuck?

“I hate everything you're saying right now.” Luz said, disgusted. Eda was even more disgusted. These guys never ever got the message to back off. All that, just because he wanted a date? What a load of bull.

Warden snapped out of his lovestruck state. “You stay out of this!” He threw a goopy arm at Luz, knocking Eda’s head out of her hands. As she struggled, he picked Eda’s head up by her hair and stared her in the face.

“So how about it, Owl Lady? The most powerful witch of the Boiling Isles and the feared Warden Wrath. We'd be the strongest power couple ever.” Warden said. Eda cringed. “I mean, it's not like you can say no right now.”

Just when I thought this day couldn't get any worse.

Eda looked to Luz, then to King, who was now struggling to get out of a guard’s arms, and formulated a plan in her head.

“Alright, Warden, you win. I'd just like to say something first.” She sighed. “Come closer.” He brought her head closer. “No, just come a little bit closer. Just… yeah that's good-” and Eda blew a raspberry right in his face, breaking his concentration and making him drop Luz. While he was groaning in disgust, Eda was cackling from where she hung.

He's so gullible! I knew he'd fall for that!

“Impudent wench! Don't you know how many germs are in your mouth? Yuck!” He sneered.

“Get over it! You had your guards stalk me and then you cut off my head! I am NOT going out with you!” She said angrily.

“If you don't accept, then I have no choice but to-”

WHACK!

Her staff came up from behind, knocking him on the head, making him drop Eda’s head. It was none other than Luz!

Eda chuckled. “Nice!” What a smart girl! Quick thinking!

Then she got her body to come over and pull the guards’ hoods over their faces, distracting them. Luz ran over and picked up Eda’s head and grabbing King back from a guard, getting on the staff, trying to figure out how to make it fly.

“Expecto…flying? Magicusescapicus!” Luz said, but nothing happened.

It doesn't really require enchantments, kid…

“Gun it magic stick!” Eda barked, and immediately, the trio was flying through the air. They haphazardly flew through the halls, passing jail cells. Luz looked to Eda and held out an arm.

“Eda, lend me a hand!” Luz said to the head. Eda, knowing what she wanted to do, linked her arm with Luz’s, giving them enough strength to move the levers to open the cell doors, freeing whoever the prisoners were. Then they all burst through a door, and the warden finally caught up to them. He launched a goopy arm at them, and they crash-landed to the ground.

The warden morphed his hand into an axe, and Eda put her head back on, feeling the satisfaction of being able to move again. She jumped to action, and pulled out her key. “Luz,” she said to the girl. “Go back to the human world.”

She's already helped us, I owe it to her to let her go home safe.

“What about you guys?”

King ran over to try to help Eda. “If you think this guy is bad, you shoulda seen her last boyfriend!”

“Not my boyfriend.” Eda said, grabbing King and jumping out of the way of the warden’s attack. Not in a million years.

Eda, seeing how Luz was still standing there, lifted Luz, forcing her to sit on the staff, ignoring her protests. She may have only just met the human an hour ago, but she feels the instinct to keep her safe.

“But-but I-”

“Go, go!” Eda urges, forcing her on and slapping the staff, cuing it to fly. Luz went away on the staff, yelling, out of sight, and hopefully to safety.

Eda prepared herself when the warden took off his mask to reveal a hideous mouth and spat fire. She drew two spell circles. One to absorb the fire, and one to redirect it back at him, slamming him to the wall.

Ha! Too much fun!

However, a few minutes of fighting led to her being knocked to the ground by the warden, King following suit, who she caught in her arms, holding him close.

“No more running away, Owl Lady. Today I capture you once and for all!” The warden growled, raising his hands. King whimpered, huddling close to Eda, who held on tighter and glared at their attacker.

“-GO GO GO GO!!!” Luz’s voice yelled.

Wait, what? I thought she went home!

Luz flew past her, three former prisoners following suit, tackling the warden to the ground.

“Luz?” Eda said in disbelief. Did she seriously come back for us?

Eda stood by and watched as the trio of prisoners got on top of the warden, standing up to him and restraining him.

“I ate my own eye!”

“I think the world is a triangle!”

“And I practice the ancient art of fanfiction!”

Incredible!

The eye demon had tangled the warden’s tentacle-arms together and turned him over, so he was facing Luz.

“You! Who do you think you are?” He snarled.

“Do not underestimate me, Warden Wrath, for I am Luz, the human, warrior of peace!” Luz spoke triumphantly. Then she grabbed what looked like a bunch of fireworks tied together. “Now eat this, sucka!” She shouted, using the staff to hit it into the warden’s mouth, effectively blowing it up.

She had that with her the whole time? Amazing thinking, Luz!

Eda stood next to Luz, smiling proudly and placing a hand on her shoulder. What a brave kid. I'm impressed. She wanted to say, but didn't out of pride.

“That was actually one of her better breakups.” King joked.

“Not a breakup,” Eda reminded King. “Anyway, let's bounce before any more monsters fall in love with me.”

Seriously, kid. You were amazing. I really owe you.

“Well, a deal’s a deal, let's get you home.” Eda said, calling forth the key and pushing the button. The door appeared, waiting for Luz to open it and step through. But she stood there, deep in thought. Eda smiled at her, silently thanking her for her help.

Luz looked at King and stepped forward, kneeling down. “Before I go…” she took out what looked like a tiny plastic head that had a tiny golden crown on it. “I know it's not the same, but…a king shouldn't be without a crown.” She said, giving the demon the crown.

He took it, placing it on his head. “This shall suffice.” And he pointed to one of the houseplants. “You there, plant! You are now under my command!”

Eda then gave Luz back her book that she almost burned earlier that day. “Oh, and don't forget this.” Luz seemed to really value that book.

Luz walked back to the portal door, and Eda and King waited behind her. Eda saw her hold up her book, thinking. Then, she did something Eda did not expect. Luz turned around.

“Okay. I know you got your head cut off, and we started some kind of prison riot, but this was the most fun I've ever had.” She said to the witch and demon. Eda looked at her, shocked.

What is she saying? Is she going to…

“I don't fit in at home. You don't fit in here. If I stay, we can 'not fit in’ together.” Luz looked at the pamphlet that was on top of the book and stared at it. “I am not going back to summer camp.”

Eda chuckled, confused. “Wha-what's ‘summer camp’? What are we talking about here?”

She's staying?! Why?

“I wanna stay and become a witch like you! And Azura!” Luz declared happily, holding up her book.

“What? Alright, that's crazy. Humans can't become witches.” Eda stated, dismissing her. I love the enthusiasm, but why?

But Luz didn't give up. “Maybe that's because they haven't tried!” She insisted. “If you teach me to become a witch, I'll do anything you want.”

Okay, she's got a point there. And an apprentice? I kinda like the sound of that.

“Let her stay!” King urged, pulling at the hem of Eda’s dress. “She can make us snacks.”

Eda smiled and picked up the demon. “Well, I could use a hand keeping this goofball out of the cupboards.” She said. “All right, I'll teach you how to be a witch. But you have to work for me before you learn any spells.” She held out her hand for Luz to shake. “Deal?”

But instead of taking her hand, Luz just went straight in for a tight hug.

Whoa whoa whoa! “Ugh! What's going on?!” Eda froze in Luz’s hold.

“Too tight, too tight!” King protested.

After Luz relinquished from the hug, Eda told her she could sleep in the attic upstairs. She didn't protest and gladly brought her stuff up. Eda was left there, thinking about what just happened.

That kid was so brave today. Better than any kid, much less a human kid, I've ever seen.

She thought about what having a teenager living in her home might be like. She knows it will be messy, and she’ll probably try to stare danger in the face like today. But she's willing to give it a shot. Who could say no to that confidence?

What Eda didn't know is that since that day, she would witness this human girl's endless wonder and courage. She didn't know the pride she would feel whenever Luz learned a new spell or made new friends. She didn't know that Luz would start to give her a reason to look forward to tomorrow. She didn't know how much she would grow to care for Luz as if she was her own child.

She didn't know how much she would love this light that lit up her life.

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hyrule-kingdom-updates · 4 years ago

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Astor just sighed to himself as he walked down the castle’s long hallways.

The windows on this level of the castle spanned from the floor to ceiling, with natural sunlight dripping in through the gold trim. His eyes squinted at the light, and he let his hair fall closer to his face. I should get a hood one of these days.

His footsteps were mostly quiet and unnoticable, which unfortunately for him, led to a less than ideal collision with someone as he turned the corner.

“SON OF A—”

The man ran straight into Astor, his papers scattering across the floor. He shook a fist at the prophet, angrily—he was some old soul with blond hair with bits of grey, and a weathered round face with a set of furious blue eyes.

“Watch where you’re going, you clod!” Ligero yelled. “I have half a mind to report you for interfering with sensitive documents!”

Astor leaned down, picking up the papers—seemingly just full of various recorded tax benefits—and rolled his eyes, mumbling. “Yes...and we wouldn’t want you to stress yourself working on only half a brain…”

“What was that?”

“Mm...nothing…”

“You youths...I hate mumbling…”

Astor fitted the papers into a neat stack before handing them back to Ligero, which he snatched up, flipping through them carefully. The prophet gave a shallow, shallow bow.

“My deepest apologies...Lord Ligero.”

Ligero suddenly stopped reading, raising an eyebrow and looking him up and down for a moment. “Do I...know you?”

He narrowed his eyes. “If the stars had aligned correctly, this would be our first and last meeting.”

The Lord wagged a finger at him as his eyes lit up. “Ahhh...you’re that crazy star seer. The one aways snuggled up in the queen’s shadow…”

“Gh…...I’m not—”

“Yeah…” Ligero rubbed his chin. “You’re that sickly twig that’s been whining about our deaths and such...always making a fuss since Elane died.” He chuckled to himself, while Astor scowled.

“Her Majesty’s...passing, puts the future of Hyrule on a path of certain doom. I believe I’ve made my predictions of past clear, that the princess will not awaken her power in—”

“Ayap-yap-yap-yap-yap-yap…” Ligero opened and closed his hand like a mouth in mockery. “Listen boy, you won’t win any favours by spewing your miserable thoughts at every meeting.”

“Maybe I don’t desire your favour.”

“Well then who are you looking to please? Cause I’m afraid it’s a little late to cuck His Majesty any further.”

“Excuse me?” Astor took a step forward, but the Lord stood his ground with a smile, cocking his head to the side.

“I mean, that’s the only reason some nobody like you is here in the first place, isn’t it? Royal connections? Lovely pity on a scrawny useless orph—”

“I’m here to do my job.”

“Aw, don’t live in denial, boy. I have an eye for this sort of thing. And I’m always partial to helping a lad in need…”

Astor was already turning to move past Ligero, but suddenly stopped. He smirked to himself in amusement. “Is that so…?”

“Oh sure. My own son I’ve raised to be the peak of perfection. Striking young man, dashing blond—like me—and skilled. Rising up the knight’s ranks faster than an octo balloon! That’s all me, all my parenting right th—”

“And which son is that?”

“My oldest, my…...one, son.” He glared at him with a frown.

“Hmm…” Astor could barely hold back from snickering. “And what do you think of this oldest son then?”

“Oh, too much of his mother’s child, if you ask me. But much better than I in some regards, though of course, not all of them. Ohoho…”

“Yes…” Astor smiled to himself. “You’re a funny man, Ligero Hartell…”

Ligero finally stopped laughing to himself. “But you see, perfection like that isn’t born. It’s made and nurtured, you have to coax it out of them.” He poked Astor’s chest, and he flinched away in disgust. “Quit your mumbling, your babbling, your little grief stricken dreams, it’s all useless. No one cares for it.”

The Lord went to pat his head, like a puppy, but Astor dodged out of the movement with a verbal “nope” as he whipped behind him. Ligero just shrugged. “If you can’t churn yourself to be a better man, then you’ll have to settle for the next best thing. You want to be something more? Something of actual merit? Taken more seriously than some child that was dragged up these polished steps out of a late woman’s mercy?” He flicked his wrist, adjusting the cuff of his pristine white sleeve. “Stop chasing the dead. Don’t be blinded by replaceable things like compassion and the sort. Find a wealthy friend or something, get rich, get power.”

Ligero turned to continue walking down the hall. “Besides, even if it is like you say—then all the more to ride the sayings of, ‘You only live once.’”

Astor glowered, watching Ligero walk away. He scoffed, and started to turn back towards his own destination, before the Lord called out once more—

“And cut your hair or something! You’re no Rito, quit with the braids. It’ll get all greasy and frizzy...Trust me, I knew someone with hair like that, once.”

Astor’s expression softened just a bit—nearly undetectable—before immediately being replaced with a darker scowl.

He kept walking, his deep purple robes dancing just a finger-widths above the stone polished steps. He opened and closed his hand to himself, miming Ligero’s speaking.

“Always partial to helping a lad in need...gods, seems childhood memory has still captured him to perfection.” Astor came up on the wooden door, and walked inside.

The ceiling was a stone dome, littered with old parchment maps, and Sheikah charts, along with chalk that outlined ancient constellations and designs. There was an old chalkboard—stolen, from the Sheikah department—with further sketches and notes, torn out pages from old journals and texts pinned to the board and walls. Even the window was covered by hanging gyrospheres and astrolabes, twirling in infinite suspension. Since they blocked the window’s hinges, they were probably the reason why the room smelled so musty.

Astor closed the door, and flopped down on an old velvet bench, staring at the ceiling in silence.

“BOO!”

“GAAaaAAAh!” Astor shot up, whipping his head at the dangerous intruder, only to find a giggling, blonde girl.

She was doing her best to muffle her laughter by holding her hands to her mouth. “Gotchu again, Mr. Astor!”

He sighed. “What are you doing here?”

The princess shuffled towards his desk, hands already bored and ready to play with the nearest pointy object. “You took so long to get heeeeree….why was that old guy even talking to you?”

He fixed his hair behind his ears, not really paying attention. “Oh? You heard all that, then?”

“Yeaaah, the halls are—” she cupped her hands over her mouth, “—ECHOEY, Echoey, echoey...echoey….” Her voice grew fainter at each repetition.

“Stop shouting in my study. You’ll attract the rats…”

“I like rats!” She ran back up to Astor, sitting on the other end of the bench. “They’re like dogs! But small!”

“They’re rodents. Think more possums and mice.”

“Like that old guy, right?” She played with a loose thread on her dress. “Last week you called him a gross...virgin? Vermin… Velvet…? I forgot the word—”

Astor suddenly scooped the young Zelda up under her arms, holding her out in front of him like she was a disease. “Don’t tell anyone I said that, alright? That’s our secret.”

“Put me doooooooown!!”

“No. Get out. I’m working.”

The princess struggled in his grip so much that by the time he reached the door with her, she was nearly upside down. He opened the door and she craned her neck up, pleading at him with an upside down frown.

“Pleeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase let me stay??? Dad never bothers to look for me here….and your room is so cool! Even mom hung out here a lot…” Astor physically flinched, and Zelda took that as an opportunity to let loose some puppy eyes. “Pweaaaaaaase????”

Astor was so ready, so ready to shake her off his arm and let her possibly break a bone tumbling down the steps. “Oh! It was an accident, Your Majesty. She was so busy talking and talking and bouncing off the walls she forgot how stairs worked! I tried to stop her but she used her superglue prank again! Oh what a shame!” It would have been so easy…

Instead, the prophet just sighed, turned around, and let her topple onto the room’s floor. She yelled a “Yay!” before scuttling towards the windowsill, adorned with sparkly objects. Astor made his way to his desk, muttering.

“You can stay for five minutes. But don’t touch anything.”

Zelda immediately started touching and spinning the gyrospheres around in her hand.

The princess pranced and sat and played and pondered around the room—five minutes, ten, fifteen, and twenty. Finally she hobbled up to Astor, her arms full of shiny orbs and trinkets. She peered at his desk.

“So whatcha working on?” Zelda asked, looking at the weird sketches. “You seeing the future and stuff?”

“Something like that,” he replied stiffly. Silence resumed in the room.

Zelda set down her arm full of collectables, before standing on her toes to catch a better glimpse. “So what’s gonna happen? What’s gonna happen in the future?”

The prophet rolled his eyes, still trying to focus on his work. “Oh, you know. Death, doom, destruction. You’ll fail to awaken your powers, everyone perishes...the usual sort.”

Zelda crossed her arms and sat on the ground with a huff. “You don’t know that.”

“I do know that.”

“Oh yeah? Well if you can see the future, then WHAT am I gonna do next? Betcha can’t tell!”

“You’re going to attempt a backflip.”

“I’m going to do a b—” Zelda had jumped up, her arms already in the air, before she let them drop and sputtered angrily. “H-Hey! How’d you know that?!”

“Because that’s what you always do to try and disprove me.” He nodded towards the broken chair beside the door, along with a broken shelf, and a broken footstool.

“Hmph!”

“But that’s not how telling the future works anyways.”

“Oh yeah, well how am I supposed to know if you never TELL ME!” She suddenly scrambled into Astor’s lap, trying to steal his papers.

“H-Hey! Get off you insolent—”

“Tell me what your jooooooob issssss you never doooooooooo anything despite having the coolest room…” Zelda palmed her face on his papers, refusing to move.”

Astor was just about pulling his hair out, before taking a deep breath. “If I tell you, will you get off me?”

“Maaaybe.”

“Ugh. You’re insufferable…” Astor leaned his head back, staring at the ceiling.

“Well it’s like this. Every choice and possibility exists. Every universe and timeline with every outcome and conclusion you could imagine exists in the grand unknown. There’s a universe where you’re a boy, there’s a universe where you don’t exist, there’s a universe where you’re quiet and don’t bother me all the time—”

“Is there one where my mom’s alive?” Zelda leaned her head back and looked up at him.

He was silent for a moment, pondering his words. “...Yes. There is.”

He finally raised an arm, gesturing to the decorated ceiling. “See now, predicting the future is all a matter of trying to identify exactly what kind of universe you’re in. You look to the stars—gifts from the spirits, who roam as a constant in all timelines. You look to dreams, and magic, and visions...your surroundings, the people...there’s a pattern and predictability that I can use to identify what universe we’re in, and how the future will play out.”

“So you think we’re in the one where the Calamity wins?” Zelda raised an eyebrow.

“From what I’ve seen, I’m almost certain. Yes.”

“That sucks.”

“It does...suck.”

Zelda jumped up and went back to playing with the gold and silver trinkets. “Why don’t we just go to a universe where we don’t lose?”

Astor turned back to his work. “Because that’s not possible.”

“Really? You sure?”

Astor stopped, pondering for just a moment, before shrugging and continuing to work.

“Probably anyways. I imagine millions of people have tried before, millenia ago. And from the looks of things, nothing’s worked.”

Zelda fiddled with an Ancient Core.

#???#Assivus Hartell #long ago and long away #hku spoilers #Ligero Hartell #Didymos Astor #Princess Zelda Mallory Hyrule

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mobius8 · 4 years ago

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Full Chapter: Green Hill Zone 0.5

It was relatively quiet in the Garden Sector the two White Berets chose to patrol. Although it wasn't the greatest park on the city planet of Grand Acornia, the Green Hill Zone was still pretty amazing. It was practically its own little world.

As the brown groundhog wearing a white beret watched and looked around, he sighed. "Why are we even here today? Its not like the Green Hill Zone is even the most popular garden sector. Also, its likely most of us are keeping watch on the more urban centers. No telling how soon Robotnik's going to get here...I mean, he's likely already conquered the Hedgian sector, considering how General D'Coolette disappeared."

The purple bird with the same outfit on near him, shook her head, looking into the sky. "There's no telling, really. ...But, it is worrying that we haven't heard from him. I hope he's just pinned down in Hedgia somewhere, but, we've got word of him moving through our sector. ...Its strange, though. We haven't heard anything from the central sensors, even though he should already be here by now."

The groundhog muttered something that sounded pretty dark. But, perhaps he was justified in doing so. Few liked the resident Acornian 'Warlord', afterall... "Kodos is insane. Its as if he expects Robotnik to roll over and surrender as soon as he gets here. It doesn't feel like he's taking this threat seriously...Maybe we shou-"

"Shhhhh!" She held her hand up to her beak, causing him to look over toward her. "Look." She pointed up, and, there, making a steady descent toward the planet, was something fairly round, and decent-sized in the atmosphere, probably no bigger than an escape pod.

Eyes widening, he stood up. "How did something like that get past our sensors without anyone knowing?!"

She shook her head. "I don't know...But, from what I can tell from the angle of its descent, it looks like it's going to land right here." As she continued watching the object in question, her eyes looked filled with worry. It was definitely looking more like an escape pod, as it got closer...But, there was no telling who or what it would have in it exactly. "We need to send an evacuation order."

Almost as if he had had the exact same idea, he was already reaching for his communicator, nodding in response to her, getting into the area wide transmission for all the hidden speakers strewn throughout the Green Hill Zone Garden. "Attention all Acornian residents in the Green Hill Zone! We have an unidentified object looking to make impact somewhere here! Please proceed toward the exits in an orderly fashion!"

...He practically rolled his eyes, as he heard exclamations over the area. It didn't sound like everyone was panicking, but, a few were definitely acting more scared than necessary, at least by his logic.

His fellow guard shook her head, as if she was already guessing what he was thinking. "Everyone's worried about Robotnik. At least most of them have the common sense not to panic over it, right?"

He sighed a bit. "Right...Common sense. Because thats what it's called when big ol' Kodos acts shifty, reassuring all of us thats it gonna be 'fine'..."

Standing up, the bird placed on her comrade's shoulder, looking concerned for him. "Hey. We will make it through all of this...Right?"

He looked back at her for a few moments, doubt clear in his eyes, but then he shook his head, and sighed again. "Right, you're right. Even if we can't rely on Kodos, maybe General D'Coolette's boy will come through for us."

She smiled a bit, nodding to try and help reassure him, before she looked back up at the sky. Seeing how the pod was much closer now, she didn't look any less worried about it.

The groundhog turned his head. "How long do you think it'll be until it-?"

He grunted, placing his hands on his ears, as the pod seemed to answer that question for him, crashlanding into a spot not too far away from them, shovelling up a whole lot of dirt for up to twenty-five feet, then just stopping. Shaking his head, the groundhog waved at his companion to follow, moving over to the pod. As they got there, he looked over what all they could still see of the pod. "Well, looks like its definitely some sort of variety of escape pod."

Having followed him, she nodded, looking it over and- "Look!" She pointed to a symbol on the side of the pod: A hedge, with an ornate sword in the middle, circled by a golden ring.

His eyes were practically bugging right out of his head. "That's the Royal Hedgian symbol! Who the heck-?"

As if answering his question, the pod hatch began to open, and, they could hear coughing sounds from inside it. That didn't sound too good.

As they both looked inside, they could see a male blue hedgehog, probably not any older than thirteen, wearing what looked to be the scarf.

"We need to help him out of there," the groundhog mumbled, and, the bird girl, with some trepidation nodded. They both reached in, grabbed his hands, and helped to pull out of the pod, onto his feet on the ground.

He seemed a bit dazed...And, now that they could look over him a bit better, he seemed to be wearing odd clothes. On the long black scarf, there where several little white star-like shapes, representing what you might see looking into space from a distance. Some of the little white dots were more filled out, looking to be closer, and, some looked like specks, more distant than the others. But, star-themed clothing itself wasn't necessarily an oddity in any Mobian sector, no. There were a fair amount of people who wore varying types of space-themed clothing.

Rather...The oddity lay in the red symbols adorning his choice of apparel: Mobius Strips. Some would even call them '8's or infinity symbols. There was a large, painted, red metallic '8' shaped ring on the end of his scarf, a red '8' on the center of both of his white gloves, and, on his red and white shoes, there were red, horizontal '8's on each side of his shoes. It was a bit peculiar, to be honest. While the strip was considered an important symbol through the galaxy(Not only did it represent infinity, but, the Mobius Strip lanes were also the method used by space travel for the majority of the galaxy's inhabitants), it was odd to see it used in their apparel, by someone who looked more like an ordinary teenager, than an infinity or chaos priest.

However, rather than focusing upon that for too long, the groundhog looked right at him. "Hey, kid, you okay? That couldn't have been the easiest landing." Seeing that the kid was having a bit of trouble standing, he positioned himself under his arm, helping to lift him more firmly up onto his feet, grunting. "There ya go."

The other white beret, however, didn't look so helpful, just yet. Instead, she looked right at the hedgehog with suspicion. "You're from the Hedgian sector, correct...? Why does your pod bear the Royal Hedgian crest?"

The young man looked up at her, honestly seeming kind of confused. "Wha...?" Seemed like he was just orienting himself. The groundhog didn't know why his partner was interrogating the kid already, especially since he didn't seem dangerous. More dazed, honestly. "I-I dunno what you're talking about...Where- Where are my parents?" Concern started to show heavily on the hedgehog's face. "W-where's Fi? Mighty, Mina, Ray? A-are they okay...?"

The groundhog gave his companion a bit of look. "Hey, Clarice? I know you're worried, but, you were the one who was just telling me a minute ago everything was fine. Why are you interrogating the kid like this...? He's clearly a refugee. And, the only refugee from Hedgia we've seen, at that!"

As Clarice took in what he said, her face softened, and she sighed. "I know, you're right..." She moved under the arm, helping him to stand up better, grunting a bit herself." Still, I think we should bring him before the king. Like you said, he is the first refugee from there we've seen, after all."

The groundhog nodded. It wouldn't be a bad idea, anyway. King Nigel might have been the only king that he knew, but, still, he was the nicest king they knew.

However, before they could get too far-

"Wait!" A young, female chipmunk suddenly burst out from some nearby bushes, not looking any older than the hedgehog. She was wearing a black shirt, adorned with pointy yellow star patterns, and, wearing a blue jacket, the pocket of which stored some sort of boxy electronic device. She was also wearing blue goggles, with golden rims. "I-I want to come with you."

The groundhog groaned a bit. "Look, kid, we need to get him before the king and-"

"Wait," Clarice spoke up. "Ron, don't you recognize her...?"

Ron blinked a bit, looking a bit more closely at her and- ...He had no idea why, but, he was only just realizing now, that this was none other than Princess Sally Acorn. Of course, part of the reason why he hadn't recognized her as first, was likely because she wasn't wearing any sort of royal ensemble. Princess Acorn practically never wore any sort of tiara, or other royal outfit these days, if she could help it. Anyway, he knew what was going to happen, if he declined to let the princess follow them...She was probably going to complain to the king. She did have a fascination with things outside of Grand Acornia, after all.

With a heavy sigh, he looked at her, and just sort of nodded. "Yeah, sure, you can follow us, princess."

With a smile, the princess took a position behind them, and Ron rolled his eyes, moving with Clarice and the kid toward another exit.

...Honestly, though, he couldn't blame her. He was kind of curious about this kid from another sector himself.

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After they reached the royal throne room, Princess Sally decided to step back to the sides, and watch, as the royal white berets brought the other before the court, which consister of her father, King Nigel Acorn, in an ornate, blue and red kingly outfit, with gold trimmings, as well as her father's advisors, consisting of General Kodos, a hulking beast of a lion, wearing a heavy version of a typical Acornian General's uniform, Walter Naugus, her king's vizier, all clad in his spooky purple and black wizard uniforms, Sir Charles, also known as Uncle Chuck, wearing some brown and green engineer's apparel, and, the skinny Dr. Ovi Kintobor, wearing his typical white scientist outfit as always.

OH, lest she forget, Antoine was there. To be honest, despite how formal he seemed to act, it felt like her father was accepting him as an honorary fourth advisor

Honestly, it wasn't everyday that a pod from another sector crashlanded on Grand Acornia. Better the Green Hill Garden zone, though, than any of the city planet's major population centers. To be frank, when she first saw the pod, she was suspicious, wondering if this might be some sort of Robotnik trap. But, to be honest, it would have been easier for him to grab something not belonging to the Hedgian royal family, since she had heard he had gotten several hedgian noble families into his pockets anyway.

...It was also weird how they hadn't heard anything about the Hedgian Royal Family themselves.

Suddenly, however, she was broken out of her train of thought by her father finally addressing the blue stranger, after the guards having finished talking. "I say, good lad," Nigel started, in a polite, cordial manner, "Is it true you're from Hedgia itself?"

The blue hedgehog, still looking shook up a bit, managed a nod. "Y-yeah, I was."

"Do you have a name?"

"Sonic, Sir."

"Ah, Sonic!" Nigel promptly smiled at that. "Good to meet you, Sonic. Do you have any friends or family, that you know of?"

Sonic took a moment, but, all of a sudden, he smiled. "Ah, that's an easy one, sir! My parents, Bern and Estelle. I've also got my pals, Mighty, Mina, Ray, and Fiona. All of them are pretty darn amazing!"

Nigel simply chuckled. Sally could only imagine what was going on in his head listening to this. Probably something like 'Ah, kids'. Anyway, the king spoke once more. "I see, I see. And, how long have you been with Bern and Estelle now?"

Sonic paused, double taking. For what reason, she had no idea. It felt like for the longest time, he hadn't said a word. Sally felt all sorts of antsy. What sort of mystery was afoot here? Did he not know how long he had been with his own parents? Was this actually the trap she thought it might be?

Finally, though, he answered, "A-about a year, sir."

This one caused Nigel to frown a bit. Even Sally could tell, there was something suspicious about that...Unless he had been an orphan until recently, which did make sense, she supposed, but, there were the other signs, including the mobius strip imagery. That wasn't a common sort of thing, not by a long shot, even if some did see it as the symbol for infinity, or travel.

Anyway, Nigel finally spoke up again. "And, how much about your parents do you know, Sonic? And, don't worry if you don't wish to answer. I don't want to pressure you if you're unsure, or if it would make you uncomfortable." He told him, admittedly looking a bit concerned for the boy. Even she had to admit, under most normal circumstances, they should be welcoming Hedgian refugees with open arms, but, to be honest? Robotnik made that difficult. Humans and Overlanders made so much difficult at times, especially with their own noble houses, and military. At Least Acornia tended to be relatively peaceful, unless provoked. But, Robotnik and his army were on the war path, made up of not only robots, but, also, ex-GUN officials.

Anyway, seemed like Sonic was doing all he could to remember about them, before all of the eights/strips on his clothing started to glow red, on his scarf, gloves, and shoes, and he started to shake, causing Sally to look a bit fearful. What was this? What was even happening?!

After ten seconds, though, he finally collapsed to the floor, clearly unconscious.

Nigel stood right up. "Guards! Take him to a guest room so that he can get some rest, and recover from...whatever that was." Even he looked shook up from witnessing that.

Sally started to come a bit closer, and asked. "C-can I help...? Nothing about that seemed right."

Nigel smiled kindly at his daughter, and went, "I'm sure so long as we give him time to himself, he'll be fine. Granted, we should also have the royal physician check on him, to see if there's anything specifically wrong."

"I say we execute him!", Kodos suddenly exclaimed, rather dramatically, snarling as he saw two guards take the boy away.

"Are you daft, Kodos, or has all your stubbornness finally acclimated into pure stupidity? We have to study the boy for any sort of enemy magic!" Naugus berated him.

"Heavens no!" Ovi exclaimed.

"Don't be ludicrous!" Nigel snarled at Kodos and Naugus.

"He's only a boy!" Chuck told them...Yet, for some reason, he looked ill at ease. Almost as if he knew something that the others didn't.

Meanwhile, Antoine, who had been standing right by the king's side, had been watching, silently observing. Sally didn't know what to think of it, if she was being honest with herself...

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About an hour later, still in the throne room, stood the coyote, who had been pondering over the events from earlier for all this time now. Once things had quieted down, and there hadn't been any more royal business for the being, and the other royal advisors had departed, Twan spoke up. After all, what better time to talk about this than at that very moment? "Your Majesty, s'il vous plait, might we be discussing the hedgehog now?"

Luckily for him, while the king raised an eyebrow at this, he still nodded and said "Proceed."

Twan cleared his throat. "Well, not only seeing as we be knowing little about him, aside from what he himself be claiming, and the fact that he be coming here in a royal Hedgian pod, but, also that mon princess has been developing an interest in him, we cannot, how you say, be too trusting of everyone, especially with what has been going on in Hedgian space, oui? Therefore, I would like to be being the hedgehog's escort for the time being." After all, someone had to be keeping an eye on him, and, if no one else, why not him?

The king thought about this, before nodding. "Very well, I wish to know more about him myself. Your request is granted."

The Coyote gave him a bow, and proceeded to leave the scene, all kinds of suspicions running through his head. But, of course, they were on Grand Acornia, which meant the hedgehog wasn't going to get away with anything suspicious on his watch...

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Hours later, in a very lavish bedroom, the blue hedgehog would start to stir. As his emerald eyes finally opened, he took in the room. "Wow, looks really, really nice..." For some reason, he didn't seem as in awe of the room as he should have been. "...Oh, right, the throne room! Man, did I go unconscious or something while I was in there...? Gee whiz, just what is going on with me?"

He was looking around, when suddenly, he heard a knocking at the door. "Huh, wonder who that could be..." He finally got up, and started walking toward the door, before opening it up, and- Woah! There was that coyote dude he recognized who had been by the king's side.

"Bonjour, Blue Hedgehog...Tis being I, Antoine Decoolette, who has been being assigned to watch you as your escort from now on. Please be realizing, I will accept absolutely no kind of treachery from you, comprendre? If you do anything that jeopardizes the royal family, nay, the kingdom itself, I shall deliver unto you a butt kicking so ginormous, it shall make your father weep, wherever he be! Comprendre?"

Sonic backed up a bit, at first unsure about the route the conversation was taking...But, then, he just smiled, and chuckled a bit. The coyote was just trying to serve his people and country, that was all. "Yeah, don't worry, I'll try not to give ya a reason, Twan."

The coyote looked a bit shocked at first...Before nodding. "That is a good idea, mon ami. You can jus- Hey!" He declared in shock, as Sally suddenly just brushed right past him, coming in. "Princess, we don't really know anything about him, he's-!"

"It's okay, Twan, if he had any bad intentions, I'm sure he would have tried something by now."

Antoine stopped, groaning, and looking to the side, grumbling. "Is there being anyone who does not naturally grapple onto my nickname? Even Tails and Rotor did it after they first met me!"

Sally seemed to just kind of ignore him, focusing on Sonic at the moment. "Hey, you, mysterious stranger! Why don't you tell us some about yourself, okay? Like, if you can, what's your home like? What are your friends like? How did you end up on that escape pod?"

Sonic looked taken aback, but, then- "...Oh, right, the princess! Yeah, you were there in the garden zone when they found me, weren't you? I can tell you about myself...But, you have to do the same~ How about a game of ten questions?"

"Deal! Okay, lets, see, uhhhh...What was your home like?"

"Eh, if we're talking about the area where I was raised, homey, but, kinda boring. That's why I used to hang out with my friends so much. Okay, now for you, Twan mentioned something about Rotor and Tails. Who are they?"

"Oh, they're Uncle Chuck's apprentices, they're both basically prodigies when it comes to tech. You should meet them yourself. Okay, next question, what are your friends like?"

"Oh, all of them are pretty cool, especially Mighty and Mina." ...Well, that was a short answer. "Next one, who was that hedgehog that was with the king?"

"Uncle Chuck, I mentioned him to you when you asked about Rotor and Tails. He's one of my father's most loyal advisors, and, a great engineer. Now...how the pod thing happen?"

"..." Sonic scratched the back of his head. "Memories are kind of murky, but, I can remember Bern and Estelle launching that thing with me in it, inside our barn. They told me they loved me, then sent me here. I kinda miss them, and my birth parents...Its kind of weird, though."

Sally blinked. "What is?"

"I remember having two moms at one point, but- That can't be right... Can it?"

Sally just kind of blushed, before shaking her head. "There are all kinds of life styles, Sonic. Anyway, I think we should go get Ice Cream."

Antoine deadpanned. "Princess, he cannot be of the going of anywhere without me, due to my being his escort."

"Then, you can come too, Twan. Remind me again, what's your favorite flavor?"

Twan couldn't help but blush at the current state of affairs, and answered somewhat meekly. "I-it's being mint chocolate chip..."

Sally nodded, and, once the three were ready, they proceeded to leave

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The royal engineering lab, the current residence of the Starblazer, a twenty-man fighting starcraft meant to protect not only against Robotnik's forces, but, whatever other threats they might face. Tails and Rotor were working on it at the moment, while Muttski was kind of just watching and studying. As for Chuck? He was in the corner...

Lamenting something. What was he lamenting? Well, not that the others would know, but, his brother, of course. Chuck'd been acting weird ever since he saw that other hedgehog in the throne room, the one who had arrived in the Royal Hedgian pod, and, it was probably because it brought not only memories, but, also, other things: Like regrets.

"Was that really him, Jules? He looks so grown up since I last saw them...Granted, its been a while since I've been to Hedgia. Too many scars, I think. Still, thats no excuse for their uncle to be making. I wonder how the other two are doing? They probably don't even remember me... I'm not sure even he remembered me. Then again, if I just come out of a landing like that- Eh...Better not ask too much. Sounds like something's happened...Something I don't know about."

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"I wonder what's up with Chuck," the two-tailed fox mechanic went. "He's not really like this usually...at least, not when we're working on something this big."

Rotor just shrugged. "Probably just thinking on his home country, Tails. He does get like that sometimes. Now, lets see here..." How could they improve upon the Starblazer? Felt like it already had some of the best stuff they could work on.

...As he was thinking on that, though, his thoughts turned to Sonic, the hedgian they had heard about. Wasn't it kind of odd that this was happening, just as Robotnik was seemingly getting closer? And, heck, felt like barely anyone actually knew what was going on with Hedgia. He bet Twan was suspicious of their new arrival, though.

He'd heard that Sally was also curious about him, though, and, Rotor couldn't help but wonder why. Probably because he was another outsider from Hedgia, most likely. With all the political turmoil involved in that sector, a lot of people were likely curious about what was going on.

Ah, well. After he had thought on for a little bit, he resumed his work with Tails on the Starblazer.

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As the Chinchilla ate her electric lemonade sherbet at the ice cream parlor, she couldn't help but think on what she thought was the biggest craze at the current time: Robotnik. From what it sounded like, he was the power on the rise, crushing enemy after enemy who got in his way. Who couldn't help but admire someone like that? Most of the fools in Grand Acornia, apparently...to them, he was a security threat, instead of a great and glorious overlord. But, she knew better! He would take them, and make them greater than they had ever imagined. It was only a matter of time!

Suddenly, though, three people came into the parlor. One of them was a coyote, wearing what looked to be an Acorn military uniform. She didn't know much about the others, but, one of them was wearing mobius strip themed clothing, with '8's, or infinity symbols all over, and, the other one was a chipmunk. Did that mean-? Bah, she hated the Acorn royals, always thinking they were the best, and that Robotnik was a menace. And, sure enough, it wasn't long before the three of them were dissing him.

Well, she didn't have to stick around here and take that, did she? Quickly finishing her sherbet, the chinchilla known as Thunderbolt hastily took her leave. Once Robotnik was there, things would be better, she was sure of it.

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An hour passed, and the three were doing pretty well! While Twan was just sort of sitting and observing, the princess and the hedgehog were having somekind of conversation. Right now, they seemed to be talking about Sonic's past friends, including two of the male ones that he had previously.

"-And, poor Ray was terrified that entire time! I don't think I'd ever seen him so scared in all the time that I've known him! It took Mighty fifteen minutes just to coax him out of the tree!" Sonic chuckled. "And, all of that because of the biggest hopper you'd ever seen to come out of the pond."

Sally was snrking at first throughout the story, then, after he had finished, it boiled into full blown laughter. "Snrrrrrkk, Y-you know what, I don't think I've ever heard anything quite like that. You have quite the friends, Sonic the Hedgehog."

"Heh, yeah, I know. And, I'm willing to add more to my collection of them too, Princess~"

Sally couldn't help but blush. "Well, that sounds like a pretty good offer. I might have to take you up on it."

"Heh. You know, I really do have the best family and friends. Like my parents, and my bro and sis~"

Sally couldn't help but stare a bit at this revelation. "Really? Because, this is the first time I've heard you mention even having a brother or a sister."

A look of bewilderment crossed Sonic's face. "R-really? I- UGH!" He grunted, as all the '8's on him started to glow, and he seemed to react with great pain.

While Sally looked horrified, Twan regained his stoic composure. "Come," Twan told them. "He is needing somewhere to relax. Perhaps we should be taking a tram to some part of the Green Hill Zone, perhaps far from ze crash landing area?"

Sally nodded, and, they both heaved him up onto their shoulders, and carried him out.

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It didn't take too long, before the three of them were sitting on a bench in the Green Hill Zone. Thankfully, the infinity symbols on Sonic had stopped glowing by then.

"Hope you're feeling a bit more relaxed now," Sally said, still looking a bit concerned.

Sonic simply nodded, looking around at the Zone around them, before something seemed to catch his attention. "Awful sharp-looking flowers you've got around here, don't cha think?"

"Hmmm? Oh! Heh, those are to distinguish the Green Hill Zone from its zone of origin, the Emerald Hill Zone, which is in Western Acornia." Sally told him.

Twan was just watching and listening again. Sonic couldn't tell whether he was actually interested in any of this, or just doing his duty as escort.

"Yeah, I mean, that sounds cool," Sonic said to Sally, "but, what about the mountains and the lakes? I mean, aren't those a bit much for one garden zone?"

"Mmmmm, not really. They're here to give it a sense of both peace and grandeur. We have some pretty great equipment we can use, that can sort of just transfer whole areas. Its a testament to what the Peaceful Acornia can achieve, without any feudal politics going on, which is why we have such a centralized government, and most planets have trusted planetary governors."

Sonic just chuckled a bit. "Heh, they would never go for that thing-the government type, I mean-back in Hedgia. Too many nobles, too many powerful and interested parties. Even in the rural areas, its common knowledge that the nobles have waaayyy too much power over things. I bet Robotnik's bribed most of them, probably with benefits, and other things."

Sally blinked a bit. "Is the nobility in Hedgia really that ba-?" Suddenly, however, before she could finish, a bright light enveloped a part of the city, causing her eyes to widen, and her to murmur, 'Daddy...'

Sonic would later find out that it was the Royal Court's council hall that the weird light had enveloped...

------- While things had been going on with the others, the royal council had arrived in the council chambers. Well, arrived, so to speak, in the case of two of them: Sir Charles the Hedgehog, and Ovi Kintobor, royal scientist, were both only there via hologram. Why were they all here? Well, that's what they were there to find out, considering Ovi had been so cryptic when asking them all to come there.

"Sorry, but, I've gathered all of you here today to talk about Robotnik. I believe I've found a solution, to the somewhat imminent invasion."

Nigel hummed in thought. Finally, it was about time. Both him and Charles seemed curious. However, both Naugus and Kodos were acting a bit...Off. He couldn't put it into words, but, there was just something different about them during this meeting. Oh, well, they might just have both been antsy to use their skills to deal with the threat.

Anyway, he nodded at the scientist. "Go on."

"Well, I-"

All of a sudden, however, they felt some sort of impact on the planet, and the alarms started to blare rather loudly, interrupting the doctor.

Ovi looked shocked, as Nigel was. "How this could have happened...?" However, he suddenly started to grin, which Nigel found unnerving this time for some reason. "Oh, that's right!" Suddenly, the hologram of the skinny, tall scientist, started to change that of a similar man, but, a rotund one, wearing a uniform, similar to a GUN uniform, with a stylized admiral's badge, with the top in the shape of his own rounded head, which round spectacles were perched on.

"I made it happen~" Robotnik finished, the hologram of him now standing in Ovi's place.

Nigel and Chuck both stood there, stunned...Before both Kodos and Naugus both started to break out into laughter.

"You really should have thought it more suspicious, how the armada didn't seem to pop up here until just now, 'My Liege'." Kodos said, growling out those last two, before chuckling. "We've been disabling sensors for Central Acornia, left and right, and, yet, you didn't seem to notice, until now. Not only that, but, for soldiers who knew better, and who were loyal to you instead of us, well- I take it 'Sir Charles' knows about his own robot-making tech~"

Chuck look horrified, and for good reason. Nigel couldn't blame him. He himself thought that they had all roboticizer tech under tight supervision. ...And, yet, it was possible that they had gotten such tech with Ovi's help. He had been so sure that Ovi was a good, honest man, that he wouldn't use the authority Nigel had given him for nefarious ends.

"I bet you didn't even know that Ovi was an android," Robotnik exclaimed, pinching his moustache a bit. "I used him to get into the highest levels of power, and, then, when he was in charge of research, he was directed not to do anything to help you in the slightest, dear King Acorn. We've also been using coded transmissions with each other. And, for the last week, I've been controlling him, using him in the talks, fooling you~"

Naugus cackled. "And, to think we've been able to fool you, all this time~"

"Ah, correction, dear Wally," Robotnik interjected with a chuckle. "I'm the one whose fooled you all~"

Now it seemed like it was Kodos and Naugus turn to be confused and shocked, which they seemed to be.

"Sadly, I no longer need either of you. But, instead of killing you, I'm going to send you, with your king, to a dimension where you will likely not be heard from again."

Kodos, fuming, roared in pure outrage. "You won't get away with this!" He quickly ran over to a nearby window, and opened it. Was he under the impression that he could survive the fall? Didn't matter, apparently, since what was a laser shot hit the outside of the wall, and Kodos withdrew back in.

"Ah, ah, ah, don't even try it. I have Sniper SWATbots surrounding the entire building. But, don't worry, its been tested. And, who knows maybe you'll see the Hedgian queens as well." A dark chuckle from the uniformed figure. "They are the ones I tested it on, after all~"

Finally, Nigel could bare it no longer. Fuming, he pointed a finger right at Robotnik’s hologram. "You scum! You think you can get away with this?! I'll see you imprisoned! There'll be a day when your darkness is finally put out, and, then, you can no longer-!"

However, during this tirade, a giant green beam of energy enveloped the council building, sending it and the ones inside it, somewhere unknown...

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Chuck, who had been in the meeting, quickly exited the workshop's holoroom, and ran over to Tails and Rotor. "We have to leave, now!"

Rotor sighed. "In a minute! Can't you see the turrets need more work?"

"We don't have more time, Rotor! We'll have to do what we can! Ben, Tails, hurry up!"

The two of them nodded, and Rotor grumbled begrudgingly, but all four of them went inside the ship. Once the hangar doors were open, the Starblazer took off, beginning its voyage.

#Sonic fanfic #Sonic fanfiction #Mobius loop #sonic the hedgehog #sonic au #Sally Acorn #Nigel Acorn #Walter Naugus #Naugus #Kodos #Ovi Kintobor #Antoine D'Coolette #Uncle Chuck #Rotor the Walrus #miles tails prower #Ben Muttski #Ivo Robotnik #Thunderbolt the Chinchilla

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daaziscoolbesties · 4 years ago

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i yearn for one(1) thing only, and that is to have a nice, simplistic, cartoonish artstyle. an artstyle that doesnt rely on anatomy, but the "movement" of the drawing, if you get what i mean.

i dont want realistic proportions and traditional colors and basic poses and gradient shading, i want funky lil dudes in funky poses with funky styles littering my sketchbook :( but alas i havent figured out how to develop that kind of style yet, my brain wants anatomy to look nice but also i dont want to draw eyes. i dont want to take time out of my day to learn how to draw lips i want to draw a line that extends past the characters face. i dont want all my characters to have pointy chins with curved cheeks i want their heads to be round and friend-like or full of sharp edges depending on their personalities and styles. i want to give them all not-quite human ears, blob feet, simple faces, but at the same time i want enough detail to convey the story or emotion im trying to tell.

ive spent so much time recently agonizing over how to use 3d model websites, using real-life references and tracing over them for practice, color-picking from real images to try and do realism and failing miserably, but you know whats easier than that? funky little dudes. little dudes who do not care if their legs are too long or their hair is too bouncy. i dont want my characters to look human.

ive spent enough time on the artfight website to realize that most people who classify their characters as "human" have the most basic ass designs (no offense to people who like basic human designs its just not my thing) or its like dnd-medieval style outfits which i cant draw for the life of me (ive tried). again no offense to people who actively enjoy and draw characters like that. i just need my dudes to have that certain,,, off-ness to them. tails are cool. wings are swag (especially if they arent even like,, fully attached,, ), elf ears are so wonderful to me no matter how much theyre overused, horns are so much fun to draw, and colors!! i have no knowledge in the color theory department so this works great for me!! the only thing i really know is dont shade with black, other than that i just colorpick from references usually but i dont want to do that!! i want the colors to hurt people's eyes but in a satisfying way. like the character's design is so nice to look at that you dont mind your eyes hurting a bit. like how im enjoying writing this post even though its 2 am and the brightness on my computer wont go any lower.

and then another thing ive noticed from being on the artfight website is that a lot of people classify their characters that are anthro/have anthro features under humanoids/monsters. like i made a google form to find some people to attack and someone sent me in a character with some sort of animal (wolf? idk) arms and legs. like dude!! peak character design i love her. but me personally? i cant draw that shit, its so hard for me. i tried a while back and its just Not my thing. nothing against furries i just. cant. and i dont want to either.

and i got another submission that i accidentally deleted that was like full anthro/wolf-like like my comrade,,, i cannot draw animals what makes you think i can draw an animal who acts like a human lmao. i can do like. very basic tails, and also animal ears but i cant do the arms and legs and such i just dont know the anatomy, and i know i was talking about how i dont want to care about anatomy but i feel like for anthros you really do need to know at least basic animal anatomy so you know how the limbs look and shit and i dont have that knowledge and dont feel like gaining it.

and then there were some submissions that i absolutely adored. there was one that like, was vaguely human shaped but definitely was not a human. they had a dark-ish lavender colored skin and horns and tusks and like goat ears and a sorta fluffy tail with spikes on it and they had wings and such and they were such a pleasure to draw i love them. and they had a fairly simple outfit too, nothing too complicated. and then i also enjoy object head characters, theyre so neato to me. i got one of those and i really wish i had the motivation to work on it cause it looks so fun.

i want to make funky characters but id have nothing to do with them because the only book i ever tried writing (key word tried - never got past planning it out) had strictly human characters in it, and most of the books i read are humans/humans with powers in situations specific to them so id have no idea what lore to make with the dudes. assuming i have the motivation to make lore and backstory because honestly i just really enjoy character designing its super duper fun.

(side note a song about trucks doing the deed came on just now and its interrupted my flow, apologies).

i only have three actual characters right now. one is an original roleplay oc whos design is literally athletic shorts, an oversized long sleeved grey sweatshirt, long purple hair, and demon horns. the second one is my persona whos design some sorta medival knight outfit kinda thing? but not ugly it looks really cool (idk one of my friends designed it bc i won some contest from him but the drawing was on a super small scale so idrk the details,,,) with a plague doctor mask and crown, and shoulder length wavy brown hair, dyed bright pink at the end. and then my last one im not too comfortable using other places because theyre a character my friend is using in the story hes writing, and thats really the only place theyve been used. but theyre easily my favorite and im already writing a ton so ill talk about them too.

they're a sorta elf species thing from another planet, with pale green skin and pointed ears. they also have a tail, its like,, super thin, but with a feathery bit at the end. probably not the texture of a feather but i dont know how else to describe it. they have short, curly, almost-draco-malfoy-blonde hair that when it gets too long they can put in a man bun. their eyesight is kinda shitty so when they got to earth, they were exploring some supply closets around the airship. drop off area. thing. like airport but for rocketships and also fancier. yeah. they were exploring that area and found a nice big pair of round glasses with grey frames. and they also found a cowboy-style hat and a sharpie so they wrote their name on the underside of the brim of the hat and stole the hat and glasses (but left the sharpie in the supply closet).

yeah theyre my favorite, my absolute beloved, my child, so cool. i want more characters like them but with maybe a bit more snazzier designs. theyre super cool and all but they could have more pizzazz if they werent in a story where its too late to give them more pizzazz. i just want to be able to give my characters thigh-high boots with a bunch of buckles and fluffy hair with tons of accessories crammed in and abnormally large and long ears that can harbor many piercings and horns that can hold rings on them and special little details on their outfits like who knows what but i dont have any characters to do that too, so i have to make them from scratch, which is always hard especially when you have artblock.

and i also have like 17 characters i need to fully draw, line, and maybe color for artfight before august 1st. so i dont know. i have many things to do and plenty of time to do it but instead i spend my time halfway watching repetitive youtube videos that get boring or sleeping all damn day because i stay up too late doing things like this or i just do nothing at all and its tiring and frustrating but i also feel nothing about it like theres no consequence if i dont do it besides you know. not doing it, not gaining that experience, not making something i enjoy.

so i should do it but i dont for whatever reason, i think its called executive dysfunction but im not sure. this post started out very differently than it ended and i said somewhere up there that i was writing this at 2 am but now its almost 3. this is so many words why couldnt i have put this energy into something productive

#long post #sorry its so messy but like i said its almost 3 am and i dont want to go back and format all this #i might come back and make it look nicer in the morning #maybe not who knows #i just checked and this is 1.5k words what the hell

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mumistarrr · 4 years ago

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Hatman I thought I was the only one that would get visits from this unknown person. Yes I said person because he is real enough to me. I recently stumble on a fb post about him and I almost dropped my phone. I have been avoiding him for years and I thought he was on my phone coming out. I’ll explain what I mean.

It started when I was a little girl. I had a bedroom with a walk-in closet that was open, no door. I remember being potty trained and I would always not want to look into the closet because it scared me. I had to be like three years old. My mom had the potty near that closet. One day It was night time. I wanted to use the potty but instead use my pamper because I saw a shadow moving in the closet. From that day on I would see shadow people from time to time. Not only at night time, but every where I would go. Some of these beings would even talk to me. At night I would scream but unable to explain because I couldn’t talk at the time so my mom would think I was having bad dreams and give me water to calm me. The reason I would scream is because there be so many of them making these scary sounds and it would frighten me. Non of them was hatman they was just shadow people that I end up getting use to.

Now I will fast forward to when I remember seeing hatman for the first time. When I was in kindergarten my brother started to sexually abuse me. I even written a book about my abuse but I didn’t mention any shadow people or hatman in my book because the focus was on the ten years of trauma I suffered. But when he started doing that, that’s when I started getting a different type of sense at night in my room. Yes I would sense shadow people before they come and other entities I would see in my room. I always felt them come before they actually did come. But this sense I was getting for months was different. For months that new sense wasn’t coming but I knew it would and I knew it was much stronger then anything I’ve seen. There was times while my brother was hurting me I thought maybe the sense I was getting was an entity that would protect me from my brother. I remember laying in bed and at this time my mom had switched the rooms where my bed was across from the scary closet. I had bunk bed that I shared with my younger sister. I was sleeping on the top bunk where I can see right through the closet pass my feet. There was a sudden blue white light in the closet. It grew big and I wasn’t afraid of the light. It made me feel peaceful but I knew it wasn’t natural. My mom raised me catholic and I started to pray I felt as if something was about to come out this bluish white light that was shaped round but not fully round almost like the ends was webbed shaped but it would blur around the rim of this circle web shape. In a split second the light was gone and a man with like a top hat came out my closet. I wanted to scream but it wouldn’t let me. He controlled me through my mind to come off the bunk bed and approach him. I was standing write in front of him. He had a black trench coat on I was able to see clearly. I saw his face. It was human like just every thing we have was bigger on him. His skin was grayish and at times it looked bright. Not like he light up but just shiny more than our skin would shine. His face was very aged and his eyes color was grey this time (other visits it would be different sometimes) his nose was big thin and pointy. Like a human nose but more bigger with more features. His mouth has thin lips with a very big smile and semi sharp teeth like it didn’t point but they was more sharp than human teeth. He smiled and his smile was human like but bigger almost ear to ear but it wasn’t ear to ear. What made it look bigger is that his face was thin. He didn’t mind showing me what he looked liked his hands was human like hands but it was bigger and thinner. He had a suitcase. Every time he visit in the future he had a suitcase this first visit the suitcase was silver grey color like metal.

This being was standing really tall. I was looking at him and he was looking down at me. He touched my head and took whatever fear I had being next to him away. He said in my mind to look. He lift up the suitcase and began to open it. When he lift up the suitcase fear came rushing down my body. I was scared I knew something was going to happen when he open the suitcase. My room was very dark with just a little night light on. I remember looking out my room door where we was standing and the kitchen night light was on but my house was dark and everyone was sleeping, even my sister who laying on her bottom bunk about three feet away. He began to open this suitcase and at first it was white light coming out of it until he fully open it. My room was gone my house was gone all I was able to see was light. And then these other color lights that I can’t explain the color because there is no color on this earth like it. I can’t describe the colors of the lights that was going around me like streamers in a party. All different colors that I didn’t know existed. The fear feeling went away and a sense of peace came back. It was peaceful in this light I was in. He told me in my mind to walk through. I took one step and fear came right back in me. The sense of never seeing my family again. Never being in this time again. I don’t know or remember how old I was exactly but I know i first saw him after my brother started abusing me and it was a while after that so I think I had to be six when I got his sense but about eight when I first saw him. But whatever age I was I knew that I was being taken away but that the time was different. I stop moving forward and I said in my mind “I can’t I’m scared”. He closed the suitcase quickly and just looked at me. I thought he was going to kill me because I didn’t do what he said. I felt he was angry but he was just looking at me. Like he was reading me and analyzing me. I know he see the fear in my face but I was trying not to show it. My heart started to race because I didn’t know what will happen next. He smiles at me touches my head again and tells me in my mind. “Again we will try” He slowly walks away back into the closet where the bluish white light came back and then he was gone really fast. Like I was just looking at him but then I wasn’t. I looked around my room there was no shadow people and no man with a top hat any where. But the sense of them lingered through me.

This was the beginning to many encounters of him. He was different than the shadow people. The shadow people felt like entities that once was living. But he felt like he was still living. He didn’t feel like a ghost or spirit, he was a man not of our time.

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angst to fluff prompt: The bruises have always been there, he’s just learnt to hide them. (courtesy of @ladyedwina)

As Draco ascended the spiral stairs that led up to the astronomy tower, he misjudged his step and walked into the side of a marble pillar to his right. “Yet another bruise to add to my growing collection.” He mumbled under his breath; despite no one being around to hear him.

Draco had been taught his whole life to not make any unnecessary sound. Footsteps, breathing and any type of movement were all supposed to be silent. No one was to be aware of his presence at the manor unless he was called upon, lest he somehow mess things up for his father and, by extension, the Malfoy name. That was just one of the small things he had been taught as a child that, once he arrived at Hogwarts and saw how everyone else was, kept coming back to him. How many things had he grown up with that were expected from him that weren’t the norm? Was his childhood really as bad as it seemed to be, compared to those of his classmates? Tonight he ignored what his parents had trained him to do, he heard his footsteps echo around him and fall into his head each step he took. He heard the rustling of his clothes as he moved his arms to propel him further, and the ragged breaths of exhaustion leaving his lips. He desperately needed a break to catch his breath and rest for a few seconds but he wouldn’t allow it; if Draco stopped, he knew he wouldn’t do it, wouldn’t get to where he needed to, would just turn back. It had to be tonight. But maybe he was being loud for a reason, he might actually want someone to hear him. There was no room in his mind for such thoughts, not after he had come up with the plan, if he did it tonight, it would seem like the events of the impending day were the cause, not the stupid little things that stuck, gradually wearing him down. If anything, tomorrow would be a relief; it was his father’s trial, people would expect him to be emotionally vulnerable now and they’d come to their own conclusion based upon it. As his thoughts continued to wander over to his father’s trial, he couldn’t help but question what Lucius would do or say if he knew what his son was about to do. He’d most likely sneer at Draco icily and tut at him before saying, “I never thought you were worthy of the family you were born into, your name and everything it has given you. You disgrace me and I will disown you if you try to do this, just think about what people will say if word gets out that you did this. You would make Malfoys look weak.” Draco shuddered at the mere thought of his father’s cruel, cold tone; only now realising how much of a negative influence he’d had on him.

Draco’s mind then wandered to the Golden Boy himself and thought that if Potter was in Draco’s position, he’s sure that whatever family he lived with would do all that they could to stop him. They’d remind him how much they loved him and get him help and say how much he was worth and that he can always come to them if he needed anything, that they were always there for him no matter what. If only Draco had had the same love and kindness towards him as Harry no doubt had. As if on cue, he rounded the corner and found himself met with emerald green eyes and a very startled gasp.

{.X.}

Harry was just taking off his invisibility cloak, feeling the fresh air hit the skin of his half exposed arms as he looked forward and saw the unmistakable glint of Draco Malfoy’s steely grey eyes falling onto him. A gasp escaped his lips before he could register it. Why was Malfoy up at the top of the astronomy tower at 2:30 in the morning?

His mind was racing with thoughts and theories as to why Malfoy was up here, so much so that he didn’t realise the fact that he hadn’t stopped staring at Malfoy. Harry was only taken out of his stupor when he heard Draco mutter to himself under his breath, “Well that’s thrown a spanner in the works.”

“Hm?” Harry spoke, not meaning to. “Don’t bother Potter, I’m not here to cause any conflict, I just had something to do.” “Oh, I didn't think you were here to do anything to me, you just caught me by surprise. If I said something, no I didn’t. Anyway, what did you have to do in the astronomy tower... at half two... in the morning?” “It doesn’t matter, nothing important but it had to be tonight.” Draco answered, unsure as to why he was speaking honestly, if a little cryptic.

“Why tonight?.” Harry asked, unable to hold back his curiosity

“Because tonight makes sense, if I do it at any other time, people will think I’m weak.” Getting anxious now, Harry replied, “Do you mind telling me what ‘It’ is?” “Erm… oh, Merlin why not? It’s not as if you of all people would care,” Draco laughed humorlessly, “I plan on- um, on-” he couldn’t finish the sentence, it was too painful to admit what he was about to do; even to his arch-enemy. Although, come to think of it, Draco hadn’t thought of Harry as an arch-enemy for over a year now and in actuality, he didn’t think he ever had. Not really anyway.

Harry didn’t need Draco to finish his sentence in order to know what the pointy blonde was about to say. He wasn’t the most observant person in the world, not by a long shot but it didn’t take a genius to pick up on what was going through Malfoy’s mind, all he had to do was read the situation; Draco was up at the astronomy tower in the middle of the night, he was expecting to be alone and it needed to be done tonight, the night before Lucius Malfoy’s trial.

Without thinking, Harry shucked the rest of his cloak off his shoulder, stepped forward and pulled the Slytherin into his arms, holding tight. He felt Draco still for a few seconds before melting into the embrace and letting his weight be held up by Harry.

{.X.}

Draco wasn’t expecting Harry to put his arms around him but once he’d done it, Draco found himself burying is head in the crook of the other boy’s neck, a gut-wrenching sob tearing through him as Harry stood there and let his emotions pour out, whispering comforting things in his ears, “You’re gonna be okay.”

“I’m here.”

“Don’t worry, you’re safe.”

“I’m here.”

“Let it all out.”

“I’m here.”

Draco removed himself from Harry’s embrace with a wet sniff and found himself unable to meet Harry’s eyes. “Hey.” he heard Harry say softly to get his attention; looking up, Draco replied, barely above a whisper in a raspy tone, throat dry from his crying, “Hello.”

“Are you okay?” Harry said cautiously

“Yes, I’m feeling delightful, thank you for asking.” He replied without a trace of malice in his voice.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not particularly.”

“That’s okay.” Harry said as he grasped Draco’s wrist between his fingers and pulled him down to the dusty stone floor to sit next to him. Draco complied and let himself be led to the ground by The Boy Who Lived - twice.

The two boys sat in a comfortable silence before Harry broke it by saying, “Please don’t do it.” “Do what?” Draco replied, confused for a second before remembering his intentions that night, “...Oh, that.”

“Yeah, That.”

“Why shouldn’t I though? It’s not like anyone would miss me, I’m just a snarky pureblood that no one likes; and for good reason. I mean, I was a bully, Merlin I treated Granger like utter shite and Weasley too as well as you, Longbottom, Lovegood, Weaslette, the list goes on.”

“You did and I’m not going to deny that because some things you said bloody hurt but now that everyone knows you didn’t really mean it, that you were just saying those things to protect yourself and that the mark was forced upon you, I think most people have pretty much forgiven you. You haven’t done anything mean or disrespectful since the war and everyone did stuff they weren’t proud of in order to survive; you just had to do that from an earlier age.”

“Yeah.” Draco replied, unable to say anything else and surprised at how quickly Harry had cottoned on. He felt understood for the first time in years. He felt like Harry knew this had been a long time coming, that Draco was just waiting for a valid excuse, the words repeating themselves in his head in Harry’s soft voice, ‘you just had to do that from an earlier age.’.

As Draco mulled over what the raven-haired boy had said, his words started to resonate as he thought back and realised that almost nobody had done so much as look stonily at Draco since he’d been back at Hogwarts. Maybe some of what Harry said had been true, of course that didn’t change how he’d been feeling in the first place but it definitely shed some light on him. He continued to sit and think until he was reminded of Potter’s presence by a rather violent sneeze that came from the left of him.

One look at Harry’s face made him realise that, while the hurt was still there, he no longer felt obligated to do it tonight. Instead, he would go to his father’s trial, talk to his mother some and ask if she knew if her Mind Healer had any space for him or knew someone that did but in the meantime, “I don’t want to be alone, please stay with me.” he spoke in a rush, scared that the sound of movement after Harry’s sneeze was him leaving.

“I’m not, don’t worry, I was just getting a tissue although we do need to move at some point, it’s..” he cast a tempus charm and read the numbers aloud, “Oh wow, it’s half three and we need to sleep.” “We do but I still don’t want to be alone, I don’t think I can be, not tonight.”

“That’s okay, we can go to either Gryffindor or Slytherin, whichever you prefer.” Harry replied, seemingly unfazed at the notion of sleeping in the same bed as Draco.

“Slytherin.” Draco said instantaneously, “it’s a longer walk and I still need a bit of time to clear my head before going to sleep.”

“That’s completely fine with me. Do you need help getting up?” He groaned as he stood, ankles clicking from the sudden movement.

“Erm, yeah, that’d- that’d be good thanks.” Draco spoke as Harry took his hand and pulled him to his feet, not letting go as he started to pull them towards the stone steps, instead squeezing Draco’s hand and settling once more into the comfortable silence.

{.X.}

Harry resolved to keep hold of Draco’s hand until they reached the Slytherin portrait because he knew how much better human contact could make a bad situation feel. That and it just felt right, their hands fit perfectly together; Draco’s hand was cooler than his but not so much that it was cold to the touch, it was just the right temperature and took from the heat of his hand nicely.

As the portrait let them through, into the Slytherin common room, Harry was taking in the new surroundings and didn’t notice something peculiar on one of the leather green sofas just outside his line of vision until he heard Draco grumbling and followed his gaze to see Pansy Parkinson’s dead-weighted body sprawled over the antique furniture. She had very clearly passed out, drunk. Thankfully, someone had disposed of the empty bottles that had left slightly darkened rings on the coffee table in front of the sofa and replaced them with a hangover potion. Harry looked on in surprise, trying to remind himself that the stigma of Slytherins being heartless is completely untrue.

In Slytherin, there were many winding corridors to go down in order to reach the dorms, each hallway was filled with mirrors, paintings and various tapestries, placed in such a way to bring a homely feel to an otherwise quite grim walk to the dorms.

Once they had reached the dorms, Harry looked around nervously, seeing if there was anybody awake in there. When he saw that everyone else in the room either had the curtains of their bed drawn or were splayed out on their mattress, Harry let out a small sigh of relief before realising that he hadn’t anything to sleep in or any of his belongings, other than his wand and cloak. He’d just have to either borrow something of Draco’s or sleep in his boxers. Without sparing a second thought, he cleared his throat and decided to ask the blonde, “Sorry if this is a pain but would I be able to borrow something to sleep in? I didn’t think I’d be coming here tonight, obviously, and I’m still just in my clothes.”

“Oh, yeah of course,” Draco replied, rummaging through his clothes trying to find something spare for Harry to wear, “Here you are, I only have T-shirts, I hope that’s okay.”

“Yep, a T-shirt is perfectly fine, thank you.” Harry replied, sincerely

“No problem,” He said, handing Harry the crinkled T-shirt, “I have a favour to ask you…”

“Oh?”

“Do you think you’d be able to come with me to my father’s trial tomorrow, it’s just that I was going to go with Pansy but obviously she’s out of the question now as she’ll have the hangover of a lifetime tomorrow and I would ask Blaise but he’s seeing his mum tomorrow and I don’t know who else would be able to go that I’d be comfortable having there and obviously it’s completely up to you but I really don’t want to be alone.” Draco spoke in a rush, leaving himself breathless once he had finished speaking.

“I’d have to let Ron and Hermione know where I was going in the morning but I’d happily go with you to your father’s trial, it’s no problem. We should probably sleep now, how early do we have to be up?”

“We need to get to the Ministry for eight and into Hogsmeade to Apparate at half seven so maybe half six?”

“Oh wonderful, a full three hours of sleep!” Harry replied, voice dripping in sarcasm

“Yeah, sorry about that but thank you for coming, really I don’t know if I’d still be here if you hadn’t.”

“You’d do it for me.” Harry said softly

{.X.}

The two boys got into the blanketed king-sized bed without a word once they’d got changed. After a few seconds of laying down, Draco’s mind started to run a mile a minute and he tried to choke back a sob but instead made a cat-like gurgling noise that came up the back of his throat. He rolled over to his side, forgetting that Harry was there and was once again enveloped in strong, muscular arms; tighter this time, with more meaning.

Their legs slotted together under the covers as Draco continued to get hugged by Harry and was pulled closer. Harry’s hand was now tangled in his hair and Harry placed a kiss on top of Draco’s head, so light he almost didn’t feel it, leaning into the warmth of the other boys arms, he felt the tears that had been threatening to fall from his eyes subside and started to drift off to sleep.

Draco opened his eyes and found his face nestled in a mess of black curls and dark skin. That was the happiest he had felt in a long time, he felt warm and tingly inside when Harry squeezed him more as he was stirring himself. When Harry awoke, he stretched and then retracted his legs, entwining them more; shifting slightly, Harry repositioned himself and settled in a more comfortable place before lifting his head and placing another feather-light kiss atop Draco’s soft, fair hair. “You okay?” Harry asked, his voice scratchy after having slept

“Not really,” Draco mumbled into Harry’s hair, “but I’ll be fine with you there.” he continued.

“I’m glad, I’ll stay with you for as long as you want me to, whatever you need, just say it and I’ll do it.”

“Thank you. Can we just stay here a bit longer? We don’t need to be in Hogsmeade for another hour and it only takes ten minutes to get there.”

“Of course we can.” Harry spoke quietly, burying his face in the crook of Draco’s neck and taking in the blonde’s scent of citrus fruit and pine wood.

They laid in each other’s arms for a further eight minutes before they heard movement coming from one of the other beds in the dorm, to the left of them. “Blaise,” Draco breathed in Harry’s ear, “he wakes up at this time every day, showers for seven minutes, gets dressed in three and brushes his teeth. We have twelve minutes to get dressed and start making our way to the Great Hall for some breakfast.” “That’s fine, oh shit. I don’t have anything to wear to court!”

“You don’t have any shirts up in Gryffindor? Slacks? Loafers? Oh maybe a jacket too.”

“I have a shirt, it’s too small but I can just use engorgio. As for the rest, nothing except loafers.”

“That’s fine I have spares that you can borrow.”

“Oh great, sorry for not having anything though.” he said, despite being delightfully happy at the thought of wearing Draco’s clothing once more.

“What colour and tone is the shirt and the loafers?”

“Erm, light blue and black?”

“Great, I’ve got a light grey jacket and black slacks, now you just need to run all the way to Gryffindor, I’ll give you the slacks now because I doubt you’ll be back here within, ten minutes now so your jacket and I will be waiting at the Ravenclaw table.”

“Okay, see you there then- wait? Ravenclaw?”

“Ravenclaw. Now go!” Draco half-shouted, getting slightly stressed as they were losing time

“Right, sorry.” Harry said, pulling Draco into a brief embrace before making a hasty exit.

{.X.}

It took Harry seven minutes to get up the Gryffindor tower and into his dorm room. He tried to get dressed quickly and quietly so’s not to waste time or wake up anyone else. He failed. The sounds of thumping coming from Harry in the centre of the room woke up Ron and when he opened his curtains, he stared dumbly at his best friend’s fumbling figure as he wrestled with a blue shirt. “You alright there, mate?” he yawned, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Hearing the familiar sound of Ron’s voice startled him and when he tried to put his foot down onto the ground again to stabilise himself, he stubbed his toe on the foot of his bed and fell to the floor in an ungraceful heap.

“Argh, yeah Ron, I’m wonderful cheers for asking.”

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, I was only asking! Anyway, what are you doing and why are you holding your old shirt?”

“I’m holding it because I just Engorgio-ed it so I could wear it today because I’ll be accompanying Draco to his dad’s trial, don’t ask. It’s a long story and kind of personal. Oh also, I almost definitely have a thing for him, no I will not be accepting questions.” He said as he finished buttoning the shirt from his heap on the ground, threw on the slacks, stepped into the loafers and made his second hasty exit of the day, leaving Ron gobsmacked in the dorm.

Harry walked back down to the Great Hall and saw Draco over at the end of the Ravenclaw table, alone and made his way to him, where he was buttering some toast, the grey jacket draped on the chair to his right. Sitting down, Harry nodded at Draco, before settling into a comfortable silence as they ate their food.

{.X.}

Once they had finished eating their breakfast, Harry and Draco left the Great Hall, went through the Entrance Hall and descended the stone steps that led out of the castle. As the two boys left the Hogwarts grounds and made their way into Hogsmeade and Apparated, they had their fingers interlocked, only letting go of each other when they stepped out of the lift in the ministry. Their hands found their way back to one another as they trudged slowly, unwillingly down the dark, damp hallway beneath the Ministry of Magic, shivering as they passed an open window.

As they took their seats in the spectators stand, overlooking courtroom 4, Harry took Draco's hand once more when he saw his face contort in pain as he laid eyes on his father and said, almost inaudibly into his ear, "I'm here." Draco was going to be okay.

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