#i miss lupin killing a man and then it playing that one song that’s like ‘lupin….. he’s a nice man…. but he’s cool…. he gets angry.. someti

[klaxonsynth]

the biggest thing i miss about part 1 of lupin is the soundtrack where every single song has lyrics that go lupin lupin lupin lupin lupin lupin lupin lupin

[blitheringmcgonagall]

My Gallant Lad - Part IV

So I got a wonderful anon telling me that this is their favourite Lily Rescues James fic, it’s part of my finished canon marauders fic We Can Be Heroes. But, because it works as a stand alone story, I posted it here in four parts. I hope you enjoy it! Set during the first wizarding war, Lily is very BAMF (but tbh so is James)

TW: angsty and violence

Part I here: After their worst row ever, Lily and James get captured by Voldemort...

Part II here: James tries to save Lily

Part III here: Lily tries to save James

PART IV

(PS this is not pro- Snape at all, quite the opposite, for this to make sense you’ll have to read the other parts, lol!)

Mulciber swallowed.

“Now help me lift Potter, and for fuck’s sake be careful, he’s perilously close to death as it is!” Snape said.

He was so angry his body was shaking in agitation.

Mulciber lifted James’ body as though it were made of glass.

                                       ***

“I’ll take it from here,” Snape ordered.

They were standing underneath the main door of the castle, which led into the courtyard.

“I thought we were bringing Potter and his vile mudblood to the Dark Lord?” Mulciber said, frowning suspiciously.

“Change of plan, Mulciber,” Snape said matter-of-factly. “I want to try and get Evans to talk, that way if Potter snuffs it, we won’t risk being beheaded by him.”

“What do you mean?” Mulciber looked at him in bewilderment. “If you attack Evans and manage to injure her also, we’re doubly fucked!”

“I won’t fuck it up, unlike you dithering idiots I actually know what I’m doing!” Snape says angrily.

Mulciber stared hard at him.

“Are you sure you’re Snape?” he said, narrowing his eyes and reaching for his wand. “You’re acting strangely and I-“

“He’s Snape all right, but under the Imperius Curse,” Lily interjected. “Expelliarmus!”

Mulciber’s wand flew into Lily’s outstretched hand.

“You?” Mulciber seethed. “How in Morgana’s hell did you manage to Imperio him? Last I heard you were wailing painfully awful songs from your cell, giving us all a headache! I thought you’d given up!”

“The great Gaels of Ireland are the men that God made mad, for all their wars are merry, and all their songs are sad,” Lily shrugged. “You just hadn’t experienced the merry part yet!”

“You’re not a man,” Mulciber sneered.

“Ha!” Lily’s face broke into a harsh smile. “What Chesterton didn’t say about Irish women is that when they’re angry, all their wars are won!”

Mulciber stared at her sullenly.

“Not my fault that you consistently underestimate me, Mulciber!” Lily shot back. “You think you’d have learnt by now!”

Mulciber’s face looked like curdled milk.

“Too late,” Lily said. “Obliviate!”

Mulciber’s expression changed slowly to one of utter confusion as he looked between Lily, James and Snape. He hadn’t even seen the spell hit him.

“What happened to him?” he said, scratching behind his ear and staring at James’ body. “Where’s your Head Girl badge? Your uniform?”

“Quidditch injury,” Lily said flatly. “Vicious Slytherin tactics. One hundred points from your House, now back to your common room before I have you expelled!”

“Whaat?” Mulciber said, looking utterly bewildered.

“I’m counting till ten. Ten… nine… eight…” Lily said.

Mulciber stumbled and turned immediately, muttering incoherent protests.

“Not bad, Lily Evans,” Snape whispered with a vicious grin. “Not bad at all.”

                                                  ***

“Outside! Now!” Snape ordered.

Lily Evans remained silent as she walked outside at a steady pace, Snape following her and dragging James Potter’s body along the ancient flagstones.

“Now, it seems that nothing will persuade Dumbledore’s man to reveal what has happened to the Dark Lord’s precious treasure, a book Dumbledore’s men stole! Potter nearly died refusing to tell us. I’m ordering you to tell me, or I’ll make you kill your own husband!” he called out.

“No, I won’t tell you anything,” Lily said with effort.

“Wow! That’s dope!” Villiers whispered loudly to Wilkes.

The two men were sitting on the battlements having a smoke and peering down with interest at the scene unfolding below them.

“Look what Snape is up to! I never thought he was into that shit!” Wilkes replied. “He usually lets us handle that kind of stuff, says it’s boring!”

They looked at each other and grinned.

“Massive!” Villiers giggled, bumping fists with Wilkes.

Snape picked up his wand.

“Last chance, Miss. Evans,” he said, dragging James closer to the middle of the courtyard.

He was holding two other wands in his hand.

“What is going on here?”

Snape whirled around.

Voldemort was standing at the castle gate, and with him Evan Rosier. Voldemort’s wand was pointed at him.

“I am quite simply trying to establish the whereabouts of your missing book, my Lord,” Snape said. “I thought this might work.”

“Rosier here tells me you have been acting exceedingly strange,” Voldemort’s voice was icy. “He thinks you may be under the Imperius Curse.”

“Rosier is neither observant nor intelligent, my Lord,” Snape said stiffly.

“Be that as it may, Severus, you are not yourself, you would not usually dare speak to me with this much courage,” Voldemort replied, stepping forwards.

“My Lord?” Severus replied.

“Let us see what happens, shall we?” Voldemort said, whirling around at the last minute and pointing his wand at Lily.

“Stupefy!” Voldemort said with a lazy swish of his wand.

Lily Evans crumpled to the ground. Snape stood motionless, as though unsure what to do.

“Ah, the spell fades, I see. I had hoped you would not be so easily overcome by it. You disappoint me, Severus, I thought you were stronger than that. I thought you knew the mudblood well enough to watch out for any tricks she might play? Or were you too enticed by her beauty to focus on doing your job properly?” Voldemort spat out. “You shall pay for this mistake! And the object of your affections will most definitely pay.”

“I’m afraid I underestimated the mudblood,” Snape said, with a condescending smirk at the Dark Lord. “I don’t know her as well as I thought I did. She should perhaps have been sorted into Slytherin. It appears that Lily Evans is a devious little bitch!”

Startling emerald eyes glared at Voldemort from Snape’s face. As the wheels in Voldemort’s mind whirled, Snape removed a leather bracelet from his wrist and tapped it, revealing a large glittering brass key.

“Póg mo thóin, Riddle!” he said, flicking the V at Voldemort (who looked momentarily stunned) as he grabbed hold of James’ arm and apparated into thin air.

“I don’t get it,” Rosier said, looking at Voldemort and rubbing his forehead as though in pain. “Was that Snape? No, hang on.. what was..?”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” roared Voldemort, raising his head as his blood-curdling screams carried over the courtyard and into the surrounding forest.

He kicked out viciously at Rosier’s leg sending him hopping around in circles howling with pain. A family of carrion crows, disturbed by the commotion, flapped and squawked upwards from the turrets and battlements.

“Which one of you is the imbecile who allowed Lily Evans to escape?” he screamed at Rosier. “Why did none of you stop her?”

Villiers and Wilkes ducked down behind the walls of the battlements, grimacing.

A splash of white bird dropping landed on Voldemort’s nose. Rosier stared at him.

“You have some…” he said, pointing to Voldemort’s face. “Just there?”

Voldemort looked ready to kill him.

“If you don’t permanently dispose of this group of crows by Salazar’s soul, I will feed you to them myself!” he shouted wildly, waving his wand at Rosier, and rubbing his face furiously with the back of his sleeve.

“A murder of crows, not a group, but whatever,” Rosier muttered to himself, looking peeved, as he aimed Avada Kedavras at the screeching birds.

Voldemort walked over to the body of Lily Evans and stared at the darkening hair and sallower skin, Snape’s eyes looking up at him.

“Legilimens!” he intoned.

The memory was tampered with, powerfully, so that he was unable to see some of the earlier incidents, but he could see the conversation between “Snape” and Avery, Fuck Voldemort, I hate that bastard! Avery running off to hide from him. Seething with rage, he grabbed Rosier’s arm and touched his dark mark.

He watched as all his followers apparated around him, all except Snape who lay half-stunned on the ground, and Hugo Avery.

“Find Avery, bring him to me, now, or you all die!” he hissed, the red veins in his sclera protruding menacingly. “Nooooowwwww!!!!”

                                                  ***

 “I don’t know what happened,” Frank said, his croaky voice difficult to understand in between coughing fits.

“He needs to come with me to the Infirmatory,” Poppy interrupted, looking at Dumbledore and pointing towards the door.

Frank continued coughing and shook his head forcefully.

“We were ambushed… they were waiting for us… they wanted to get Black and Lupin,” he wheezed. “They got Lily and James… I wanted to create a diversion but before I could move, one of them released noxious fumes, no doubt to catch any other Order members, I was knocked out cold… I fell backwards and the thicket hid me from sight… woke up freezing cold a short while ago… I couldn’t find any trace of them whatsoever. I only got back just as Lily apparated here with James, he looks bad.”

The ancient double door burst open as he spoke, and Sirius Black stormed inside, his black jeans soaking wet, his leather jacket still in his hands, closely followed by a haggard-looking Remus Lupin.

“We came as soon as we got your owl. Where are they?” he roared, going straight up to Frank and grabbing hold of his collar urgently. “Where the fuck are they? Tell me!”

Remus found himself unable to utter a single word.

                                                     ***

The door of the Infirmary flew open, Sirius breathless as though he had just sprinted up five flights of stairs (which he had). He looked at Lily and seeing the pain and fear in her eyes, he forced himself to look at James lying unconscious in the bed behind her - it didn’t look like his brother, the bruised and battered body covered in what he immediately recognised as myriad curses, his usually tanned skin a deathly pale colour. He looked already dead. He looked back at Lily, the darkness under her eyes, her quivering lips.

“Lily,” he tried to say her name but no words came out, caught in his throat.

“I know, sweetie,” Lily’s voice a hoarse whisper.

Then they flung their arms around each other, gripping on for dear life. Sirius felt her chest heave and held her even closer as her quiet sobs filled the silent room, shattering his heart.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered back, his breath still caught inside his chest, trapped.

What could he say, hearing her heartbroken sounds?

“We won’t... we shan’t let him die,” he managed to say eventually, shutting his eyes tightly to stop himself breaking down. He moved to take both her hands in his own, looking down at her with tears in his eyes.

He didn’t even know was he trying to comfort her or was he trying to comfort himself.

“I… I used an Unforgivable, Sirius,” Lily said eventually, keeping her head down.

“I would have sprained my wrist throwing Unforgivables at the bastards!” Sirius said. “I wish I could have done it for you.”

He had badness in him already, let him hold it for all of them.

It should have been him. He should have been there instead of James, instead of Lily.

“I’m glad you didn’t,” Lily’s voice shook. “I did it to save James… it felt wrong, Sirius, it is wrong and disgusting, but I know I’d do it again to save him. Am I a bad person, Sirius? I.. I saw what they did to him, I wanted them all dead… I thought about it... I wanted to. I don’t want to become like them, Sirius, but I wanted to kill them, so badly!”

“Lily, you didn’t kill them. You could have tried to, but you didn’t. You saved James. Merlin, you saved my brother, the only brother I have left, I can never thank you enough,” Sirius’ voice broke.

He wondered what he would have done in her place.

“It was Snape, he wanted to save me, but I had to find James, I couldn’t… he hurt James, I hate him for it,” Lily said desperately, squeezing Sirius’ arms.

“Fuck that creepy bastard!” Sirius said.

“What if Voldemort kills him? What if he dies? It will be my fault!” Lily whispered. “I hate him so much, but I don’t want to get him killed. I wouldn’t care if he died in battle, not now, not after everything he’s done to James! But being tortured and killed for trying to save me? I don’t want that, am I mad?”

“You had to,“ Sirius said, gripping her tightly. “You had to try to save James. You couldn’t leave with Snape, you know that would have been wrong! You are not to blame for anything Voldemort does!”

“I need James too, Sirius, he doesn’t see that, he thought I could manage without him, he’s so stupid, such a stupid, darling, beautiful man,” Lily stopped, her hand over her mouth.

“He can’t die, Poppy won’t let him die,” Sirius whispered back.

Lily nodded, still crying. He saw her sway and grabbed hold of her shoulders.

“Merlin Lily,” he said anxiously. “Sit down immediately! Are you alright? Are you hurt? Do you need Poppy? Will I get-“

“ No, please, Sirius, I didn’t get hurt, James-“ she stopped, unable to continue, and bringing her hand up to her mouth again.

He didn’t think he could handle hearing what had happened.

“Hush, Lily, you’re both safe now,” he heard himself say.

“He... I couldn’t... I tried...�� she said. She closed her eyes and swayed again, sitting down suddenly and placing her head between her knees.

“I need some water, and something to eat,” she said, sounding suddenly anxious as her almond shaped clear eyes searched Sirius’ for reassurance.

“I... Merlin, yes of course, Darling, let me get that for you!” Sirius said, relief blossoming at some small task he could do to help. “Do you want a firewhisky instead?”

“No! I can’t drink now I’m ... I’m a bit dehydrated Sirius, I better stick to the water,” Lily said, placing her hand over her lower abdomen in a protective gesture.

“Yes of course,” Sirius said feverishly, throwing his leather jacket on.

“I’ll get it,” Dearborn was standing in the doorway looking at Lily uncomfortably.

“Lily, I know you already had a debriefing with Professor Dumbledore, but he was wondering if you wouldn’t mind answering a few more-“ he continued.

“No!”

Both Lily and Sirius spoke at once.

“Not now, my husband needs me here, Dumbledore can wait,” Lily said, staring at Dearborn with a hostile expression as she swiped at her red eyes furiously.

“Tell him to go fuck himself,” Sirius growled.

Dearborn nodded, recognising defeat.

“You get some food and water for Lily, Caradoc, I’ll tell Dumbledore,” Remus said. Remus stood quietly behind Dearborn, a grim look, no obvious emotions displayed on his tired face.

“Righto,” Dearborn nodded reluctantly.

“Hurry up,” Remus ordered. “We don’t want Poppy to end up with another patient.”

“Righto,” Dearborn said, looking relieved to have an excuse to leave.

                                                      *** “You wanted to speak with me, Mr. Lupin?” Dumbledore said, gesturing vaguely towards the chair in front of him.

Remus sat down. The silence made him nervous.

“You feel guilty for swapping your week on call with the Potters. You want to make sure that your friends are protected from danger as much as possible from now on?”

Remus felt his cheeks flush. He nodded, feeling even worse.

“Good,” Dumbledore said. “I can see why you’d think that way.”

Remus swallowed. Dumbledore blamed him too? He wanted to crawl under the floorboards never to re-emerge.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, looking down, unable to meet the Professor’s gaze. “I should have stayed…”

“That’s quite alright, Remus, these things happen, and we have to learn from them,” Dumbledore said.

Remus felt himself slide further down the chair. He wanted to cry. It reminded him of The Prank at the end of Fifth Year. It should have been him. He should have insisted Sirius go with someone else. He felt personally responsible for what had happened, and if James died because of him… if James died…

“What can I do, Sir?” Remus whispered hoarsely. “Tell me there is something I can do to help!”

He looked up and caught Dumbledore looking at him keenly, with an astute gaze.

“Of course there is something you can do to help, Remus,” Dumbledore said, steepling his hands together. “It will be dangerous though, the most dangerous mission I have ever given any member of the Order.”

Remus nodded dumbly.

“It is also top secret. You must not discuss this information with a single soul,” Dumbledore said, his blue eyes assessing Remus coolly. “Not the Marauders, not Lily Potter, especially not Sirius Black. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” Remus said, sitting up straighter. “You can trust me.”

“I hope so, Remus,” Dumbledore said. “Most people wouldn’t.”

Remus froze, taken aback.

“I…” he stuttered.

“Luckily for you, I am not most people, Mr. Lupin,” Dumbledore smiled pleasantly. “Lemon sherbet?”

Somewhere in the back of Remus’ mind the words you bastard and what the fuck presented themselves as appropriate responses.

He declined politely.

“I have a singularly important and quite unusual mission, and it seems to me that you are the perfect candidate to volunteer for it,” Dumbledore said, sucking loudly on the muggle sweet and leaning back into his chair.

Somehow the wizard’s eyes seemed beadier in this light. Remus waited.

“I will of course understand if you turn down this opportunity, Remus, that you may be too frightened to go,” Dumbledore said. “Other Order members may be more-“

Remus’ jaw tightened. The words you bastard and what the fuck once more presented themselves as appropriate responses.

“Other Order members have no idea how little I fear most things,” Remus said, his eyes narrowing.

“Yes, of course, Remus, I am well aware that compared to most-“ Dumbledore said, with a placating raise of his palms.

“What mission?” Remus asked.

“A mission to infiltrate Fenrir Greyback’s werewolf pack. I am aware you have already made his acquaintance,” Dumbledore said. “To see if they can be persuaded to abandon their leader and join our side in the war. And to spy on them, at any rate.”

Remus felt a cold shiver of dread run down his spine. His old Headmaster couldn’t be serious, surely. That was a hopeless mission, a pointless waste of life, a …

Greyback…

An ear-splitting scream of terror, his own. Rabid eyes. Massive yellow canines lunging towards him, saliva dripping off them. Laughter and howling.

“Tell your Daddy I said hello!”

A tearing sensation as huge teeth sank into his hip. Another ear-splitting scream, this time of pain…

He felt his hands tremble and gripped the edges of the armchair in agitation.

“If you’d rather not, I am sure I can persuade another member of the Order to pretend to be a werewolf. With some clever Transfiguration spells, which many of our members are particularly gifted at, especially your own friends-“ Dumbledore said.

“No!” Remus said, standing up suddenly and staring hard at the other man, his breathing erratic. “Merlin no! You have no idea…”

His voice trailed off again, his heart hammering wildly against his ribcage.

“So, Mr. Lupin, you don’t feel you can bring yourself to-“ Dumbledore said.

“No!” Remus practically shouted. “I’ll do it! Don’t even think about asking anyone else… I’ll do it, alright?”

“I see,” Dumbledore smiled kindly again. “My deepest apologies Remus, how very brave of you. I should never have doubted you.”

Remus bit the side of his lip. This was akin to agreeing to a suicide mission. Any sane individual would have refused to accept the offer. But surely Dumbledore had guessed he would never allow any of his friends or colleagues to go instead of him, to risk being turned? The bastard must have known all along. Yet he owed so much to this old man, this powerful wizard, the one they were all relying on to beat Voldemort and to win this war. The one who had given him a chance. Who had risked his reputation by allowing him into Hogwarts. Who had not expelled him after the disastrous Prank in Fifth Year. Maybe he was being unkind and unfair to the man. Perhaps this mission was genuinely important?

“No need to apologise, Sir,” Remus said with a small smile, extending his hand out.

“Thank you, Remus,” Dumbledore said, shaking his hand warmly. “I do appreciate your help in this war. I shall contact you shortly with more information about this entire affair. Please remember to keep this top secret.”

“Yes, Sir,” said Remus.

                                           ***

He opened the door quietly. The room was dimly lit by the fire and the large candles on either side of the infirmary bed. James looked the same, somewhere between life and death. Lily was sitting on a chair, her head lying on the bed beside him, still fully clothed, the dark shadows under her eyes more pronounced in this light. She was holding James’ hand. Sirius was nowhere to be seen, but at the foot of the bed, on top of the carefully folded blankets lay Padfoot. He was whimpering in his sleep. The shaggy dog opened his eyes briefly, fixing Remus with his mournful grey eyes.

“Sleep, Padfoot,” Remus said quietly. “I’ll stay up. I’ll call Poppy if there’s any change. There’s nothing more we can do.”

Padfoot yelped quietly, turning to look at Lily and James and then looked back at Remus and whined. He was looking at Remus accusingly. Where had he disappeared off to, why hadn’t he comforted Lily? Did he not care?

“I’m sorry,” Remus said.

It sounded curt. Inadequate.

What more could he say?

Padfoot whined once again, dropping his head into his paws, looking dejected. Remus sat on the ground, his head in his hands. He could go over, talk to Sirius, but his boyfriend always knew if he was hiding anything from him, and he was too tired to make up an excuse for what had just happened. Too tired, too traumatised, too selfish…

He stayed where he was.

Padfoot slept fitfully, beset by nightmares. Remus did not sleep a wink. He did not allow himself to sleep. The fear of nightmares kept him awake, as though he were four years old again. Besides, he did not deserve to sleep.

                                          ***

PS Póg mo thóin - kiss my ass in Irish

PS To find out if James is okay, and if Lily is in fact pregnant and if yes, what happens next etc, I’m afraid you’ll have to keep reading  We Can Be Heroes. If you just want to read on, it’s from Chapter 45.

 If you want, I can post more stand alones (Harry’s birth? the Jily engagement? Jily Wedding? Wolfstar first kiss etc??or the next part but it just leads into more stuff!)

[ourloveisforthelovely]

On the Mend. Part 2

Harry Potter AU

Link to Part 1 

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader. Sirius Black x Remus Lupin 

Rating: M- later chapters

Song in Chapter: The Night We Met by Lord Huron 

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I am not the only traveler Who has not repaid his debt I've been searching for a trail to follow again Take me back to the night we met

And then I can tell myself What the hell I'm supposed to do And then I can tell myself Not to ride along with you

I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met I don't know what I'm supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you Oh, take me back to the night we met

When the night was full of terrors And your eyes were filled with tears When you had not touched me yet Oh, take me back to the night we met

I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met I don't know what I'm supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you Take me back to the night we met

Walking into the house, you immediately smelled Regulus’ cologne. You fought the urge to turn and run out of the house. It didn’t matter how much your heart was screaming to run to the man and never let him go. You had to think with your head this time. Renee deserved that much. She didn’t deserve to be torn between two parents. The child also didn’t need to see Regulus hurt you over and over again.

Your mind was also on Ambrosia Parkinson...Black...whatever her last name was now. What if she and Regulus repaired their relationship? Would she be unkind to Renee? What if she wasn’t? The 13-month-old wouldn’t be able to tell you if her stepmother was cruel. Would Regulus even pay enough attention to notice anything strange? Something told you, no.

The better question was how would Ambrosia handle the news that Regulus had a child with another woman? You smirked at the thought of the whole Black family having a major hissy fit because Regulus royally fucked up. Regulus went and knocked up the “Potter girl.” You could see Walburga’s scowl in your mind. The horrible woman would either be on the floor screaming or burning Regulus’ name off of the family tapestry. What a scandal that would be! Sirius was already gone, now her youngest “good” son had sunk to a whole new level of low.

Regulus was lucky that James wasn’t alive right now. Your older brother would have probably tried to kill him by now. James would definitely not sit back and leave it to his best friends to help raise Renee. He would have gone to Grimmauld Place and hexed Regulus until he left Ambrosia to take care of his responsibility.

You had to shake the thoughts of James from your mind. If you wanted to face Regulus and not be sobbing you had to stop thinking of your brother. Regulus didn’t deserve you taking that wrath out on him. He didn’t have anything to do with James or Lily’s deaths.

The hallway to the sitting room was dark. You took a few deep breaths before stepping in. Both Regulus and Remus immediately stood when you walked in. Regulus was paler than you remembered as he opened his mouth to speak a few times but nothing came out. He was still the same handsome boy that you loved so much.

Your attention went to Remus, who was nervously looking between the two of you.

“Remus, we have insurance on this place...right?”

Remus nodded, slightly confused.

“Yes. Why?”

You reached over for the vase that was sitting on the table beside you. Right away you started throwing whatever you could get your hands on at Regulus. Whether it be the shock of you coming after him so violently or something else, Regulus didn’t move quick enough and was pelted by several objects. Finally, he resumed his quick seeker’s reflexes and started smacking stuff away from him as you tossed it.

Remus jumped back, not about to get hit before yelling for Sirius. By the time Sirius put the baby in her playpen and ran into the living room, you had your wand out and was hurling hexes at Regulus. Sirius blinked a few times as Regulus quickly dodged whatever you threw his way.

“A little help here?”

Regulus snapped toward his brother, who shrugged.

“She’s being a lot nicer than I would be.”

Sirius wasn’t about to step in on this one. In his mind, you deserved the right to do whatever you wanted. Remus, meanwhile, quickly wrapped his arms around you from behind.

“Think about Renee. I know that you are hurt and angry but this is her father. Please...this is not you Y/n.”

He whispered in your ear. Remus kept his voice low enough so that only you would hear. You trembled a few times before lowering your wand and putting it in Remus’ outstretched hand. Remus gave you a gentle smile before turning to the wrecked living room.

Regulus meanwhile, looked slightly scared as you turned to face him. He expected you to be hostile but he didn’t expect to get attacked. This behavior wasn’t you. Regulus decided that he had himself to blame for this extreme change in character and he hated it!

You were still the beautiful girl that he had fallen in love with during 6th year. Everything about you was the same. You still had those hazel eyes that could change shades by your mood. There were those full lips that were screaming to be kissed. Everything about you was what Regulus wanted and needed. Only now he was afraid that you would never accept what he had to offer...which wasn’t much.

“What are you doing here?”

You asked, coldly. Regulus regained his calm composure. Moments before he was close to panicking himself. There was no way that he had control of what you had just done to him but maybe if he could just speak...

“I needed to talk to you.”

You narrowed your eyes.

“There are letters and telephones. Both of those work nicely.”

“And you would ignore me.”

Regulus replied. You shrugged.

“Most likely. It would be your own fault. When will you learn foolish boy that if you play stupid games you will win stupid prizes?”

Sirius leaned back and held a hand up.

“She’s got a point.”

Regulus glared at his older brother.

“I didn’t come to talk to you.”

Sirius smirked as you turned back to Regulus.

“You should go home to your wife and be a good husband. I have nothing to offer you.”

You actually had a lot to offer him and both of you knew it. After some time of healing, you could open your heart to him again and love him as you did. There wouldn't have to be any more hiding in the shadows to kiss your lover. You could kiss and hold him as you so desperately wanted to.

He left you! He left you for some pureblood princess who his FAMILY found acceptable. It didn’t matter then that you are a pureblood and it won’t now. Regulus didn’t stand up for your love then why would he now? Don’t let him hurt you again!

Your mind hissed.

It didn’t take Regulus knowing everything about you to know that you were giving yourself some little pep talk that was geared against him. If he could just gain control of this conversation….

“You actually have a lot to offer me. I’m not married to Ambrosia anymore.”

“That’s a pity.”

You muttered before turning and taking the glass of water that Remus was holding out to you.

You actually have a lot to offer me.

You internally snorted at the thought. The only thing that you had to offer him was the heir that sat in the other room happily playing with her blocks. Hell would freeze over before you let the Black family sink their claws into your precious little girl.

Regulus only blinked. He expected your sarcasm to be thrown his way.

“Not really. I didn’t want her anyway.”

You turned.

“Where was that attitude before? I’m sure your mummy is having a fit about her little splendid plan falling apart.”

Regulus frowned.

“I didn’t come to talk about my parents.”

“Well, I don’t know what you want from me, Regulus. You made your feelings quite clear. I loved you. Now you're just a page torn from the story that I’m living.”

Remus, meanwhile, motioned Sirius out of the room. This conversation was becoming a bit more personal than he cared to witness.

Regulus waited until they were out of the room before stepping closer to you.

“I’m sorry that I hurt you. You didn’t deserve to suffer because I didn’t want to upset my parents. If I could go back and do things differently...it would have been you that I married...not her. I love you. I never loved her as I love you. Why the hell do you think that she left me? Ambrosia is a lot of things. Stupid isn’t one of them.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“She knows that you love me...me specifically and not some other girl?”

Regulus nodded. He didn’t let his eyes leave yours.

“Yes. I told her.”

When you started laughing, Regulus felt a bit confused. What was funny about this whole situation? There was nothing funny! Regulus missed the birth of his daughter and broke your heart for no reason yet here you were laughing.

“What’s funny about this?”

He snapped. You had to swallow back another fit of giggles as you turned to see Remus and Sirius watching you looking as baffled as Regulus. Sirius leaned over to Remus and muttered “when a woman starts laughing at you over something stupid that you did that is how you know how fucked you are.” You made a mental note to congratulate him on that comment later before turning back to Regulus.

“What’s funny is all of this bullshit could have been avoided if you would have been a man and stood up to your parents. We wouldn’t have had to go through anything that we would have. Ambrosia wouldn’t be out there wondering what the fuck she did wrong. I must really be crazy because I am sticking up for her ass. By the way, you married a woman named after some kind of fruit salad. At least my name makes sense.”

Regulus crossed his arms over his chest with a scowl.

“Are you done?”

You shook your head. Hell no, you had enough material to make the poor guy listen to for hours. Regulus wasn’t with you when you were going through your own personal hell. He wasn’t there when you had to put your brother and best friend in the ground. When you lost custody of your nephew to a couple of muggle shitheads or when you were in labor for 20+ hours with Regulus’ child. That was Sirius and Remus there. They went through that whole ordeal with you! It was Sirius who did what Regulus was supposed to do when a child was born. Sirius and Remus were the ones walking the floors comforting a colicky Renee at three am when you were so frazzled that you wanted to cry yourself. The keywords here were Sirius and Remus, not Regulus.

“I have a lot of material. You should stick around.”

You replied with a smirk before sitting down on the couch. Regulus was silent for a few moments as he tried to get himself in check. Finally, he couldn’t stand it or remain calm any longer. Expressing his emotions was hard enough but at the moment he wasn’t feeling too shy either.

“Merlin, I fucked up! Fucked up big! What else can I say, Y/n?! I want to be a part of yours and Renee’s life. What about our child? I deserve to be in her life too...if I would have known before I would have been there. As you said, there are telephones and letters. I didn’t get anything that I deserved to get.”

The guilt began to fill your senses again.

“You made it clear that you wanted nothing to do with me. You had your wife and that is where your heart was.”

“I just told you that I didn’t love her. That would have been all the more of a reason for me to walk away.”

Your eyes dropped to his feet.

“You still wouldn’t have left.”

Regulus waited a moment before closing the distance between you. His fingers tilted your face to his.

“I’m here now.”

You stared into his eyes...those beautiful grey-blue eyes that you loved so much.

“Please, love. I’m not going anywhere ever again. You want the lover that you were supposed to have..the father that our daughter should have had from the beginning...I’m right here.”

You put your hand on top of his. Feeling his skin against yours felt more heavenly than you wanted to admit. Regulus’ hand was trembling beneath yours as you pulled away.

“I can’t trust you yet.”

“I’m not a death eater anymore. If that’s what you're scared of too…”

You didn’t turn to face him again.

“I’m not afraid of you being a death eater. I’ve dealt with that since we were 16. I’m afraid of having my heart broken again. That is what I am afraid of.”

You walked out of the room. At the moment, you needed to get some air and fast!

Sirius waited until he heard the front door close before leaning down and scooping Renee up. He smiled down at his little niece.

“Time for you to shine, sweetheart.”

Regulus was still staring at the place where you had been standing when Sirius walked back into the sitting room. The younger brother’s eyes weren’t blinking as he fought the urge to cry. He thought for a brief moment that you would let him kiss you. If he could give you just one kiss...just show you the passion that he still felt...maybe things would be alright? Now he didn’t know where he stood or if you would ever let him back into your life again. As you said, he was just a page torn from the story that you were living.

“You’ll have to give her some time. The last little bit hasn’t been too kind to any of us. We are all afraid to open up to anyone right now.”

Regulus’ head snapped up at his brother’s voice. He froze seeing the little girl in Sirius’ arms. Regulus would have recognized this baby as his from anywhere. She was everything that Regulus could have ever dreamed about.

Sirius smiled down at her.

“She has your eyes and Y/n’s sweet personality...most of the time. You both have dark hair so take that how you want it. Renee, want to say hi to your daddy?”

The little girl looked between her uncle and father before shoving her face in Sirius’ neck. Sirius’ smile faded when Regulus looked down. It didn’t take Sirius being Regulus’ brother to know that the other man was questioning every choice that he had ever made in his life.

“She’s a bit shy at first. Once she warms up to you, you aren’t going to have another quiet moment in your life. She’s finally starting to talk and we are still working on the walking thing. She doesn’t have much desire to learn when someone is always willing to pick her up.”

Renee had slowly turned her attention back to Regulus with a little sly smile.

“See what I mean?”

Sirius said with a smile. He turned his attention to the little stuffed lamb that was laying on the couch.

“Get that toy and bend down.”

Regulus quickly did as he was told as Sirius stepped within arm's length of his brother and knelt down. Sirius gently turned Renee around.

“Sugar, why don’t you go tell your daddy hi and get your little toy?”

Renee focused her attention on Regulus as he held a hand out. She watched him for a few moments before wrapping her hand around his fingers and taking a few shaky steps. Sirius smiled as she made contact with Regulus’ chest. Regulus gently adjusted the baby in his arms before slipping the stuffed lamb into her hands.

“Daddy.”

Renee said with a smile. Regulus leaned down and snuggled his face against her head. Dark curls tickled his nose as the scent of your perfume mixed with baby lotion filled his senses. This was the scent that Regulus didn’t want to forget as long as he lived.

Sirius, meanwhile, sat down with a smile on his face.

“Regulus, I normally wouldn’t say this in front of the baby but if you plan on lea…”

“I’m not leaving.”

Regulus replied, firmly.

“I can’t...not now. I need to talk to Y/n.”

Sirius smiled, sadly. After the last conversation that the two of you shared, it would probably be a good idea for Regulus to wait for you to go to him. Sirius had politely put the sitting room back in order and really didn’t want to risk it being destroyed again. It would only take one good hex or heavy object to really bruise Regulus up.

“Give her some time, Reg. She needs it.”

Regulus nodded before looking back down to his daughter. Her attention was still glued to the stuffed animal that she was now chewing on. He stroked his finger over Renee's cheek with a soft smile. If he had to wait for you it would be worth it. Patience wasn’t something that Regulus didn’t have much of but maybe it was time to develop a new skill.

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Bloodlines -- Chapter ⅹⅶ

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x OFC

Summary: In this story, Emelia Clermont received her Hogwarts letter at the end of the fifth month of 1991. Read how she embarks on her Hogwarts journey with friends, enemies and maybe someone who’s more than just a friend.

Hogwarts year: 3

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓

Gif made by me

The three looked down and followed the paw print on the floor to a pair of filthy human feet. They looked up slowly at the man standing in the shadows. Filthy, matted hair hung to his shoulders. His skin was like a corpse.

So that was Sirius Black, concluded Emelia.

The criminal studied Harry’s face keenly as the boy drew his wand.

Hermione jumped in front of them. “If you want to kill Harry, you’ll –you’ll have to kill us, too!”

“No.” The deep baritone of the man reverberated through the shack. “Only one will die tonight.”

Emelia swallowed, troubled at the man’s words. Harry, however, responded with fire in his voice, “Then it’ll be you!”

“Harry!” yelled Hermione, “No!”

Just then, footsteps sounded. Black wheeled toward the door, edgy. Harry eyed the man, wand hand shaking violently. As Black turned back, he stopped and regarded Harry cautiously.

“Going to kill me, Harry?”

“Yes.”

As he raised his wand, the door crashed open, revealing Lupin.

Emelia watched, confused, as her Professor and Black engaged in conversation as if they’d been friends for years.

“Looking a bit ragged, aren’t we, Sirius? Finally, the skin reflects the madness within.”

“You’d know all about the madness within, wouldn't you, Remus?”

The two regarded each other, the moment taut with tension, then Lupin stepped forward and embraced Black like a brother.

“No!” yelled Hermione. “I trusted you! I covered up for you. And all this time you’ve been his friend!” She pointed at Lupin, “He’s a werewolf! That’s why he’s been missing classes!”

Harry and Ron stared at their Professor, dumbfounded. Emelia just shook her head, the pieces finally fitting. She’d had an inkling ever since Snape’s essay about werewolves, but wasn’t exactly sure.

Black howled then, bitterly amused. Lupin eyed him, then turned back.

“How long have you known?”

“Since Professor Snape set the essay.”

Emelia snorted, “He wasn’t exactly being subtle about it.”

Lupin gauged Hermione, “You’re the brightest witch of your age I’ve ever met, Hermione.”

“Yes, you glow like the sun. And you howl at the moon. Enough talk! He dies. Now. If you won’t dot it with me, Remus, I’ll do it alone.”

“Wait, Sirius–” Lupin got interrupted.

“I did my waiting! Twelve years of it! In Azkaban! Trust me, you wouldn’t have lasted a week!” Black shouted.

Lupin eyed Sirius, then nodded.

“Alright then. As you wish.”

“No!” interfered Harry.

He raised his wand when Lupin wheeled and, with a flick of his own, disarmed him. Furious, Harry eyed Black murderously.

“You betrayed my parents! You sold them to Voldemort!”

“It’s a lie!” Black denied, “I never would’ve betrayed James and Lily!”

“Harry! You’ve got to listen–”

“Did he listen! When my mother was dying! Did he hear her screaming!”

“No! I wasn’t there! And I’ll regret it the rest of my life!”

Harry’s eyes flashed to Black’s, glittering with pain.

“Someone else betrayed your parents, Harry.” Lupin tried to comfort him, “Someone in this room right now. Someone who, until quite recently, I believed to be dead.”

“He’s as good as dead,” sneered Black.

“What’re you talking about? There’s nobody here.”

“Oh yes there is…”

Black turns then, to Ron, and crooned in a cruel sing-song, “Come out, come out, Peter. Come out, come out and play…”

“You’re mad!” whimpered Ron as Black stepped closer to him.

Emelia’s eyes shifted from Ron’s face to his hands, where Scabbers twisted violently. The rat had no reason to behave as wildly as it did, unless… It was afraid of Black!

Lupin and Black, as one, raised their wands.

“Expelliarmus!”

The wands flew from their hands. Everyone turned and found Snape standing in the doorway, smiling smugly.

“Ah, vengeance is sweet. How I hoped I’d be the one to catch you.”

“Severus–” Lupin started.

“I told Dumbledore you were helping your old friend into the castle.” So that’s what Snape meant when they had to sleep in the Hall? “And here’s the proof.”

“Brilliant!” shouted Black, “And –as usual– dead wrong. Now give us our wands back. Remus and I have a bit of unfinished business to tend to.”

As he approached, Snape put his wand to Black’s neck.

“Give me a reason. I beg you.”

“Don’t be a fool, Severus!”

“He can’t help it,” snickered Black, “It’s habit by now.”

“Quiet, Sirius!” commanded Lupin.

Snape clucked his tongue, “Listen to you two. Quarrelling like an old married couple. The creature and the criminal.”

“Piss off.”

“Witty as ever I see. Tell me, will you be so irreverent when I turn you over to the Dementors?”

Black flinched slightly at the mention of the foul creatures.

“Do I detect a flicker of fear? One can only imagine what it must be like to endure the Dementor's Kiss. It’s said to be unbearable to witness. But I’ll do my best.”

Snape’s eyes hardened after he finished speaking. He gestured to the door.

“After you.”

Lupin and Black went through the door first, defeated.

“Expelliarmus!”

Snape soared into the air, hit the wall with a thud, and slid down. Emelia stared in shock.

“Harry,” Hermione said. “You attacked a teacher.”

He looked a bit shocked himself, then turned back to Black.

“You said Peter before. Peter who?”

“Pettigrew,” Lupin answered for him. “He was at school with us. We thought he was a friend.”

“No. Pettigrew’s dead. He,” Harry pointed at Black, “killed him.”

“I thought so too. Until you mentioned seeing Pettigrew on the Map.”

“The Map was lying then–”

“The Map never lies. Pettigrew’s alive. And he’s right there.”

Black pointed at Ron, who went white with fear.

“M-me? It’s lunatic…”

“Not you, you idiot. Your rat.”

“Scabbers? Scabbers has been in my family for–”

Black continued for him in a bitter way, “Twelve years. A curiously long life for a common garden rat. He’s missing a toe, isn’t he?”

Black unfolded a dog-eared clipping from The Daily Prophet. It showed Ron in Egypt with his family, Scabbers on his shoulder.

“So what?”

“All they could find of Pettigrew was his–”

“Finger. Dirty coward cut it off so everyone would think he was dead. Then he transformed into a rat.”

“Show me.”

Lupin and Black turned to Ron. He held Scabbers protectively. “What are you going to do to him?”

Sirius and Lupin exchanged a glance.

“Together.”

With that, Lupin took out his wand and, as one, he and Black cast a stream of blue-white light. Scabbers twisted madly in midair, then transformed into a very short man with thinning hair and grubby hands.

“S-Sirius… R-Remus. My old friends.”

Nobody spoke. Pettigrew's small, watery eyes darted toward the windows and door. Suddenly, he made a break for it, but Sirius merely shoves him back. Pettigrew's nose twitched, his gaze finding Harry. His hands fluttered nervously, revealing a missing index finger.

“Harry! Look at you! Y-you look just like your father. Like James. We were the best of friends, he and I—”

“Shut up!” shouted Black.

“I didn't mean to! The Dark Lord, you have no idea the weapons he possesses! Ask yourself what you would have done, Sirius. What would you have done!”

“Died! Died rather than betray my friends! And you should have realized, Peter, if Voldemort didn't kill you…”

“We would,” Lupin stepped in.

“No… Please… You can’t…” Pettigrew’s eyes darted to Ron,” Ron! Haven’t I been a good friend? A good pet? You won’t let them kill me, will you? I was your rat…”

Ron drew back in disgust. Pettigrew turned to Hermione next.

“Sweet girl. Clever girl. Surely you won’t let them…”

As Hermione recoiled, he lastly turned to Emelia.

“Girl! You use your head, d-don’t you? You know what they’ll do to me. P-please..” Pettigrew begged on his knees, his hands clasped together as if he was praying.

But all that Emelia did was draw her wand and point it at his forehead while raising her brow.

“I know exactly what they do to scum like you, Pettigrew,” she spat.

He shrunk back trembling, closing his eyes in fear until Harry lowered Emelia’s arm while shaking his head. “No.”

The traitor’s lids lifted. Lupin and Black turned toward him and staggered.

“Harry, this man…”

“I know what he is. But we’ll take him to the castle.”

“Bless you, boy! Bless you–”

“Get off!” snarled Harry. “I said we’d take you to the castle. After that, the Dementors can have you.”

♔

“Turn me into a maggot. A dung beetle. A Flobberworm! Anything but the Dementors!” Pettigrew prattled desperately as he emerged from the base of the Whomping Willow.

“Can’t we at least stun him?” sighed Emelia, tired of Pettigrew’s whining.

“I don’t have a wand, and you can’t do the spell. You learn it in your fourth year. The only one that can do it is Remus…” explained Black.

They all heard a groan and turned to Remus, who was doubled over.

“Remus, old friend… Did you take your potion tonight?”

Lupin, twitching, shook his head.

“Run,” warned Sirius. “All of you. Now!”

But no one moved, transfixed, watching as bristles poked through Lupin’s skin. Black stepped forward, wrapping his arms around his friend.

“You know the man you truly are, Remus. This flesh is only flesh. This heart is where you truly live. This heart!” He pounded on Lupin’s chest, “Here!”

As Lupin’s wand dropped, Pettigrew leapt.

“No!” shouted Harry while flashing his wand.

“Expelliarmus!”

Lupin’s wand flew from Pettigrew’s hand and he froze. Then slowly turned. Face blank, eyes closed, he grinned hideously.

Stunned, Emelia watched how the traitor turned into a rat. She looked back at Lupin and wanted to curse. She knew that if she went after Peter, Professor Lupin would attack her. And Emelia wasn’t particularly in the mood to get mauled to death.

A howl pierced the air, and Emelia looked back at the werewolf. With a shrug, Lupin tossed Black into the air and then turned. Emelia and the rest edged back.

“Professor..?” Hermione said warily.

The werewolf’s eyes blazed and his long teeth glittered in the light of the full moon. Then, a horrifying growl erupted from his throat. Emelia, Harry and Hermione spun and fled, running right into Snape.

He swept Hermione away, seeing her laying on top of him. “Out of the way!”

The werewolf was preparing to pounce. Leaping to his feet, Snape drew his wand and stepped forward, shielding the four students. The werewolf howled and sprinted forward until a black dog intercepted it in midair.

They hit the ground in a fierce tangle of flashing teeth, a single horrible flailing beast. Again and again, the dog pushed the werewolf back, but the creature was too strong.

“Sirius!” shouted Harry as the black dog yelped in pain. The werewolf flung him into the tall grass. As it charged after, Harry pushed past Snape and dashed into the night. Hermione wanted to follow, but Snape held her back.

“Harry!” she yelled.

Now that the danger was somewhere else, Emelia stepped back and scouted the area, searching for Peter. She knew that the chances of finding him were slim, but she’d be darned if he were still there and they just ignored it.

Just as Emelia was about to approach the apex of the hill they were on, a howl was heard in the distance.

“Come on,” Snape barked at Emelia. “We must get back to the castle before Lupin comes back.”

Ron protested, “But what about Harry? He’ll get hurt!”

“Black is with him. They’ll be just fine,” sneered Snape.

♔

As they had arrived in the hospital wing, the doors burst open, revealing Dumbledore, Fudge and Madam Pomfrey. Snape was tasked with finding Harry and Black.

“Oh, dear,” gasped the matron as she saw Ron lying on a hospital bed, the sheets spotted with his blood.

While Madam Pomfrey started healing Ron, Dumbledore and Fudge turned to Hermione and Emelia.

“What happened, Miss Granger?” Dumbledore asked, calmly.

With tears swimming in her eyes, Hermione started to explain everything that had transpired that evening.

By the time she was done, the headmaster’s brows had disappeared into his grey hairline.

The Minister looked at her, in denial. “I can assure you, Miss Granger, that Peter Pettigrew is dead by Sirius Black’s hand. And he certainly does not turn into a rat. We would’ve known! Every animagus has to be registered, you see.”

Emelia wanted to slap some sense into that Minister right then and there but decided not to do so. Just then, a proverbial light bulb went off above her head.

“You can take our memories!”

Both older men turned to her.

“Professor Dumbledore has a pensieve, doesn’t he?”

Fudge spoke, “Well, yes. Be that as it may, we cannot extract memories from minors. It’s against the law!”

Dumbledore turned to Fudge. “Cornelius, I believe that the aurors have arrived. Let’s explain the situation to them, shall we?”

The Minister grumblingly agreed, shaking his head as he went. And as the headmaster escorted him outside, Dumbledore turned his head and winked at the two students.

When Madam Pomfrey was done bandaging Ron’s leg, she turned to them. “I’m going to do a diagnostic spell on you both. I will not have students leaving here with injuries.”

A blue light floated from the matron’s wand. It wrapped around Hermione’s body, glowing dully.

Madam Pomfrey did the same with Emelia. Only this time, the right area of her upper torso glowed a bright, angry red.

“Why don’t you lay on that bed,” Pomfrey pointed towards the bed next to Ron.

Emelia did so, and the matron performed a few other spells on her.

“I believe that your ribs are broken, Miss Clermont. Normally, I would be able to heal this quite fast, but considering that the bones aren’t lined up, I’ll have to partially re-grow them.”

She stood up and left the hospital wing, presumably to get the needed medicine.

Just then, the heavy doors opened again, revealing Snape and an unconscious Harry.

“Harry!” yelled Hermione as she saw him.

The Professor levitated him onto the hospital bed across from Ron.

“What happened to him?” asked Pomfrey as she set a bottle labelled Skele-gro onto Emelia’s bedside table.

“Dementors. I also found Black. He’s locked up,” he smiled smugly. Snape then left the hospital wing as quickly as he’d come.

“Drink this.” Madam Pomfrey held a cup in front of Emelia.

She hesitantly took it and drank it, trying hard to not spit it out. It was horrible, and it reminded her of the time Amber –her oldest sister– gave her red wine, saying it was grape juice.

It burned down her throat in a similar fashion, and it had the weird aftertaste that refused to leave, just like the wine.

Madam Pomfrey left her side after she saw that Emelia kept it down, and told her to stay the night.

Then, the matron went toward Harry and put a chocolate frog on his bedside table. Afterwards, she left.

A short while later, Harry woke up with a gasp.

“I saw my dad,” he said quietly, looking at the windows of the infirmary as if he wasn’t totally there with them yet.

“What…?” asked Hermione in an equally soft voice, confused.

“He sent the Dementors away... I saw him. Across the lake…”

Hermione exchanged a private glance with Ron and Emelia.

“Listen, Harry. They’ve captured Sirius. Any minute the Dementors are going to perform the Kiss.”

“The Kiss?”

“It’s what Dementors do to those they want to destroy. They clamp their jaws over the victim’s mouth and suck out his soul,” Emelia supplied.

“You mean, they’re going to kill Sirius?”

“No,” sighed Hermione. “It's worse. Much worse. You go on living. But you have no memory. No sense of self. You're just a shall. An empty shell.”

As Harry reacted, the door opened yet again and Dumbledore entered.

“Professor! You've got to stop them! They've got the wrong man!” yelled Harry.

“It’s true, sir. We know the truth. Please, sir, you must believe us.”

“I do, Miss Granger. But I'm sorry to say the word of three thirteen-year-old wizards will convince few others. A child's voice, however honest and true, is meaningless to those who have forgotten how to listen.”

As Dumbledore turned to the window, a shooting star plummeted silently through the sky.

“Ah... a shooting star. If ever one was to make a wish, now would be the time. But time, I'm afraid, is precisely our problem…”

Emelia frowned at his cryptic words.

“Mysterious thing, time. Powerful. And, when meddled with... Dangerous. Sirius Black is in the topmost cell of the Dark Tower.”

He turned to Hermione.

“You know the laws, Miss Granger. You must not be seen. And you would, I feel, do well to return before this last chime. If not... Well, the consequences are really too ghastly to discuss. Three turns should do it, I think. If you succeed, more than one innocent life may be spared tonight.”

Dumbledore handed Harry the chocolate frog that rested on his bedside table and then started to go but stopped.

“By the way, when in doubt, I find retracing my steps to be a wise place to begin… Good luck.” He exited.

“What in the bloody hell was all that about?” asked Ron. Emelia nodded in agreement.

Hermione ignored the both of them, instead reaching under her shirt to reveal a chain with a strange pendant. She put it around Harry too.

“Sorry, Ron, Emelia. But seeing as you two need to rest…”

“No!” protested Emelia as she tried to sit up on the bed, but laid down again quickly while closing her eyes after a bout of pain raced through her body.

And just as Emelia opened her eyes again, they were still there, this time looking around as if they did something no one should know.

[lumosinlove]

Sweater Weather Roster Description:

(So I probably definitely forgot some things. There’s a lot of complicated matching up that went into this. But, regardless, I wanted to post it, so we’ll fix and add as we go! <3)

James Potter: (Pots, Pothead, Potty)

Position: Left Wing, First Line

Number: 7

Years In The League: 7—drafted, no college.

Previous Teams: None

Description: 25. 6’1”. Dark brown hair, hazel eyes, white. Can usually be seen wearing whatever Lily buys him. Known on the team for being a joker, but also someone you can go to for any reason. Hyper.

Nationality: American. Hometown: Boston, MA.

S/O: Girlfriend, Lily Evans.

Closest to on the team: Sirius Black and Sergei Ivanov, but basically everyone.

Rooms With: No one

Sits with on the bus/plane: Sirius Black

Lives With: Girlfriend Lily Evans

Injury: Multiple concussions

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Putting his contacts in, because he usually wears glasses, gets him really into the game mode. His favorite food is treacle tart, which he had when he took his girlfriend Lily to England—now she makes it for him on his birthday.

Favorite Moment On Team: When he told them that he and Lily were pregnant and they all celebrated.

Superstition: He has to call his girlfriend, Lily, before every game.

Warm Up Song: Eye of the Tiger

What the announcers say when he scores: “Aaaaannndd Potter is wheeling tonight!!”

~

Sirius Black: (Padfoot, Cap, Captain)

Position: Center, First Line

Number: 12

Years In The League: 6—First pick overall, no college.

Previous Teams: None

Description: 24. 6’3”. Black hair, gray eyes, white. Hair gets really fluffy in humidity and it drives him insane. Short hair, curls above his ears. Loves a good backwards hat. One of the strongest on the team.

Nationality: French-Canadian. Hometown: Montreal, Canada.

S/O: Remus Lupin—secret.

Closest to on the team: James Potter and Adam Fox and William LeBlanc

Rooms With: No One

Sits with on the bus/plane: James Potter

Lives With: No one

Injury: Badly broken ankle, one mild concussion

Puck Personality Fun Fact: He had a very hard time coming up with one, so James chose one for him. He pretends to hate the rookies, but will drop literally everything for anything they need. He’s also really bad at taking his pre-game nap.

(Pascal Dumais from the background: “He does not understand household chores!” “Shut up, Dumo!”)

Favorite Moment On Team: His first game after deciding to stand up to his mother about getting a trade. He could finally relax, and enjoy himself. When he scored the first goal, he let his teammates celebrate with him.

Superstition: There are so many. There are too many. Has to go out onto the ice last, has to have a butter and honey toasted sandwich before the game at 5:00 pm, has to do his stretches in a certain order, has to put on and sharpen his left skate first. Cannot even talk about the Cup without freaking out. Will wear the same gross hat until it literally reeks if they’re on a hot streak.

Warm Up Song: Doesn’t really have one.

What the announcers say when he scores: “Seriously!!! That is one serious goal!!” “That Black back-hander will kill a fella!”

~

Finn O’Hara: (Harzy, Fish)

Position: Right Wing

Number: 17

Years In The League: 3. Went to Harvard College.

Previous Teams: None

Description: 23. 6’0’’. Dark red hair, luscious and fluffy. White. Wavy. Light freckles. Brown eyes. Is a single eyebrow raiser. Habit of saluting. More on the slender side of muscle. Is a bit of a worry-wart. Super sarcastic.

Nationality: American. Hometown: New York, New York.

S/O: June Calder—sort of.

Closest to on the team: Logan Tremblay and Leo Knut and Olli Halla

Rooms With: Timmy Jones

Sits with on the bus/plane: Kasey Winter

Lives With: Leo Knut

Injury: Two bad concussions in college.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: He wanted it to be that he’s real fucking good in bed, but it’s that he likes eating grilled cheese with strawberry jam because his older brother, Alexander, used to make it for him all the time when they were kids.

Favorite Moment On Team: Probably that one team dinner where Blizzard got drunk and tried to swim in a fountain. Or when he found out that Logan also got drafted to the Lions the year after him.

Superstition: Has to have a grilled cheese and strawberry jam before every game. Has to tape his own sticks on the bench. Has a handshake with Logan they do before walking down the tunnel.

Warm Up Song: Hollaback Girl, Gwen Stefani

What the announcers say when he scores: “OOOOOOOO’HARA HOW DARA!! WHAT A GOAL!”

~

Timmy Jones: (Timmers)

Position: Defenseman

Number: 62

Years In The League: 10. Went to Boston University

Previous Teams: New York Islanders

Description: 31. 6’1”. Black hair, braided, reaches his shoulders and he likes to tie it up sometimes, hazel eyes. Black. One of the most popular jerseys because he’s such a crowd pleaser always riling them up and talking to fans through the glass. He’s also one of the biggest Instagram users and is always posting really funny locker room videos.

Nationality: Canadian. Vancouver, Canada.

S/O: Single

Closest to on the team: Olli Halla and William LeBlanc and Thomas Walker

Rooms With: Finn O’Hara

Lives With: Olli Halla

Sits with on the bus/plane: Olli Halla

Injury: Fractured foot a few years ago.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Kasey’s rival for best hair in the league. Famous for his crazy cellys

Favorite Moment On Team: Conference Finals! And when all the boys touch Moody’s leg for good luck.

Superstition: Has a lucky towel that no one is allowed to wash.

Warm Up Song: Where are Ü Now, Jack Ü, Skrillex, Justin Bieber

What the announcers say when he scores: Timmers strikes again!!

~

Olli Halla: (Olli)

Position: Defenseman

Number: 5

Years In The League: 10, Undrafted.

Previous Teams: Winnipeg Jets.

Description: 6’2”. 32. Very, very blonde hair, nearly white. Pale blue eyes. Cute little nose. Cannot grow a beard to save his life. Total baby-face. Is sort of shy and awkward. What a sweetheart.

Nationality: Finish. Hometown: Helsinki, Finland.

S/O: Single.

Closest to on the team: Timmy Jones and Finn O’Hara

Rooms With: Elias Cook

Lives With: Timmy Jones

Sits with on the bus/plane: Timmy Jones

Injury: Concussion, twice. A few bruised ribs.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Wins the pre-game team kick-around almost every time. Brings awareness to charities that contribute to doing research on the brain and brain injuries. 

Favorite Moment On Team: When the team welcomed him back from his pretty serious concussion (he missed nearly a year) by all wearing the number 5 out on the ice during warm ups.

Superstition: Wears his cross and says a small prayer after the national anthem. Also has to play in the kick-around.

Warm Up Song: Replay, Iyaz

What the announcers say when he scores: (G)oooooolllliiiii!

~

Brady Smith: (Smitty)

Position: Right Wing

Number: 92

Years In The League: 10. Drafted.

Previous Teams: Washington Capitals

Description: 28, 6’3”. Black hair, blue eyes. Black. The sweetest person you will ever meet in your life. Is adored by all of the hockey wives and girlfriends. Can speak Spanish and (ofc) German. Has a tattoo he has on his back shoulder blade of the Stanley Cup which he won with the Washington Capitals. The cup says his wife and two kid’s names on it with room for more—this man loves his babies.

Nationality: German. Hometown: Berlin, Germany, where his mother is from, but moved to the Boston, MA when he was 15 years old—where his father is from.

S/O: Married to his wife Allison, and they’re expecting their third child. Their first is a boy named Max, their second a boy named Noah.

Closest to on the team: Evgeni Kuznetsov and Jackson Nadeau.

Lives With: His family

Sits with on the bus/plane: Evan Kane

Rooms With: Evan Kane

Injury: Frequently separates his shoulder :(

Puck Personality Fun Fact: He’s part of the Lions’ power play. Is actually a really good tattoo artist and has inked Kris Lavolie and Evgeni Kuznetsov. He gave Kris the date of his daughter’s birth, and he gave Evgeni a tiger on his left bicep.

Favorite Moment On Team: He really loved when Sirius became Captain. He felt a shift in their team’s drive.

Superstition: Has to read the note his son wrote him a few years ago.

Warm Up Song: Anything Drake

What the announcers say when he scores: Braaaddyyy Smith! What a goal!

~

Pascal Dumais: (Dumo)

Position: Center

Number: 9

Years In The League: 24, drafted first overall.

Previous Teams: New York Rangers, Colorado Avalanche.

Description: 41. 6’1’’. Brown hair, cut pretty short but brushes up at the front or superman curl.  White. Hazel/green eyes, dark eyelashes and brows. Scruffy beard always. Is the dad of the team. Well tell anyone who asks the hilarious stories of when Sirius lived with him.

Nationality: French Canadian. Hometown: Montreal.

S/O: Celeste Dumais, wife. And four children. Adele (13), Louis (10), Marc (9), and Katie (7).

Closest to on the team: Logan Tremblay and Sergei Ivanov.

Lives With: His wife and four kids—and Logan of course.

Rooms With: No one

Sits with on the bus/plane: No one, he enjoys the peace and quiet (not that anyone gives him any)

Injury: Broken wrist. Bruised ribs. Mild concussion. Lost too many teeth to count.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: The BIGGEST prankster on the team. Loves fine wine.

Favorite Moment On Team: Whenever the crowd chants “Duuummmooooo,” or the first time Sirius smiled.

Superstition: Slaps Sergei’s ass before they walk down the tunnel. No one knows why.

Warm Up Song: Eight Days A Week by The Beatles

What the announcers say when he scores: "Pascal Dumais everybody! One of the oldest in the league—he’s still got it!”

~

Logan Tremblay: (Tremzy, [Finn: Lo])

Position: Right Wing

Number: 10

Years In The League: 2. Went to Harvard College.

Previous Teams: None.

Description: 22. 5’9’’. Dark brown hair, long enough to be wavy and always wearing a snapback. Green eyes. Light freckles. White. Always sinfully tan. Really broad and strong. Those arms and chest muscles damn. Really dark, long eyelashes. Clean shaven. Really loud, always mildly grumpy. Flirts with EVERYTHING. 

Nationality: French Canadian. Hometown: Rimouski, Quebec, Canada.

S/O: Single…..

Closest to on the team: Leo Knut, Finn O’Hara, and Pascal Dumais, Thomas Walker.

Lives With: Pascal Dumais

Rooms With: Leo Knut

Sits with on the bus/plane: Leo Knut

Injury: He broke a finger and a foot and frequently has black eyes from fights.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Has a fleur-de-lis necklace that he never takes off. Spends his summers in Nice, France where his mother is from. Bites his nails.

Favorite Moment On Team: Playing with Finn again.

Superstition: Says he isn’t superstitious but he is. Won’t touch the kick-around soccer ball before he decides to play. Has a handshake with Finn they do before walking down the tunnel.

Warm Up Song: Whatever It Takes, Imagine Dragons.

What the announcers say when he scores: “Scooorree!!! Oh, the tremble before Tremblay!”

~

Thomas Walker: (Talker, Walkie-Talkie)

Position: Defenseman —also an enforcer.

Number: 43

Years In The League: 8. University of Wisconsin.

Previous Teams: None.

Description: 30, 6’2”. Short hair, brown eyes, one of the most ripped guys on the team. Black. Pierced ears, usually small gold hoops. Takes them out for play. The Lions organization does a segment with him called Walkie-Talkie where he goes around the locker room and interviews his team mates with funny questions.

Nationality: American. Hometown: Chicago, IL.

S/O: Single

Closest to on the team: Timmy Jones and Adam Fox and Logan Tremblay.

Lives With: No one

Rooms With: Adam Fox.

Sits with on the bus/plane: Anyone who wants to CHAT.

Injury: Broken foot, some broken fingers.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: He got his nickname Talker because he never shuts up on the ice. Starts a lot of fights. 

Favorite Moment On Team: When Kasey jumped in the fountain.

Superstition: Needs to take a three minute nap between periods. He puts a towel over his head right in his stall and literally falls asleep for three minutes. (James: it’s fucking weird”)

Warm Up Song: Top hits, just needs the background noise.

What the announcers say when he scores: “Goal!!! He just walks right up there, don’t he?”

~

Sergei Ivanov: (Vans)

Position: Defenseman 

Number: 55

Years In The League: 23, Drafted, no college.

Previous Teams: Pittsburgh Penguins, Colorado Avalanche, Vegas Golden Knights.

Description: 40. 5’11”. Light brown-gray hair—was blonde, losing it at the front a little.  White. Really stern blue eyes that transform and crinkle when he smiles (but it’s hard to get a real smile out of him, and the boys feel really accomplished when they do).

Nationality: Russian. Hometown: Omsk.

S/O: Anya. They have three daughters: Aleandra (10), Evenlina (8), and Katya (7).

Closest to on the team: Kris Lavolie and Pascal Dumais and James Potter

Lives With: His wife and children.

Rooms With: No one.

Sits with on the bus/plane: Kris Lavolie.

Injury: Shoulder injury

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Loves classical music

Favorite Moment On Team: One of his daughters was born the same night he got his first hat-trick. Some of the team came to the hospital with him.

Superstition: Stops at a Church on his way to the rink everyday for a few quiet moments.

Warm Up Song: He doesn’t have one, he prefers to talk to everyone instead.

What the announcers say when he scores: SERGEI SCORES!

~

Jackson Nadeau: (Nado)

Position: Left Wing

Number: 58

Years In The League: 8. Went to College but didn’t finish.

Previous Teams: Chicago Blackhawks 

Description: 26, 6’0”. Dark brown hair, chin length and straight, blue eyes. White. Is very laid back and a big flirt. Has cheek bones that could kill and a very stark scar running down one of them from a skate in the face.

Nationality: French Canadian. Victoria, Canada.

S/O: Single

Closest to on the team: Evgeni Kuznetsov and Brady Smith

Lives With: Evgeni Kuznetsov

Rooms With: Evgeni Kuznetsov

Sits with on the bus/plane: Evgeni Kuznetsov

Injury: Skate to the face, other minor things.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Rival with Evgeni for most pick ups on the team. Has many tattoos—one full sleeve, working on the other.

Favorite Moment On Team: Probably when Evgeni got traded, he found his best friend.

Superstition: Has a handshake with Evgeni.

Warm Up Song: He won’t tell you up front but Hamilton.

What the announcers say when he scores: Rapidly repeating “Nadeau, Nadeau, Nadeau!!!”

~

Evgeni Kuznetsov: (Kuny)

Position: Center. Enforcer.

Number: 86

Years In The League: 10. Drafted.

Previous Teams: Anaheim Ducks, Calgary Flames, Buffalo Sabres.

Description: 27. 6’4”. Short cropped light brown hair and puppy-dog brown eyes. Has a slightly chipped front left tooth. White. Very heavy Russian accent, doesn’t speak perfect English and uses this fact to get out of interviews. Is very charming. Literally a giant.

Nationality: Russian. Magnitogorsk, Russia. 

S/O: Single and ready to mingle—or already does mingle. Excessively.

Closest to on the team: Brady Smith and Jackson Nadeau

Lives With: Jackson Nadeau 

Rooms With: Jackson Nadeau

Sits with on the bus/plane: Jackson Nadeau

Injury: Had to have knee surgery.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Will tell you he has the most pick-ups on the team, but it might be Nado. He’s always making jokes in Russian that basically only Sergei and Henrik can understand and Sergei just rolls his eyes while Henrik laughs.

Favorite Moment On Team: He loves team dinners, just hanging out with the guys.

Superstition: Has a handshake with Jackson.

Warm Up Song: BLASTS Russian rap.

What the announcers say when he scores: THE RUSSIAN BEAR STRIKES AGAIN!

~

Evan Kane: (Kaner)

Position: Right Wing

Number: 51

Years In The League: Two. Went to College at Boston University.

Previous Teams: Calgary Flames.

Description: 23. 5’11”. Tan skin with freckles and brown eyes, black, short hair. Hispanic. Super strong and holds lots of team workout records. The brightest smile. Eyebrows on point. Loves to read, was an English major at school.

Nationality: American. Hometown: Boston, MA.

S/O: His girlfriend, Caroline Hall.

Closest to on the team: Brady Smith and Elias Cook, and Leo Knut

Lives With: His girlfriend.

Rooms With: Brady Smith

Sits with on the bus/plane: Brady Smith

Injury: Nothing major up to date.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Wicked fast. One of the fastest in the League.

Favorite Moment On Team: Probably meeting Pascal Dumais. He’s looked up to his playing style for a long time.

Superstition: Tapes his own sticks, sharpens his own skates.

Warm Up Song: Eminem

What the announcers say when he scores: “Yes he Kane!!!”

~

Adam Fox: (Foxy, Sexy)

Position: Defenseman

Number: 32.

Years In The League: 19. Drafted.

Previous Teams: New York Islanders.

Description: 36. 6’2”. White. Light brown hair that pushes up at the front and is shaved close at the sides. Blue eyes that will kill you. 

Nationality: American. Hometown: Boston, MA. 

S/O: Girlfriend, Lucìa Perez.

Closest to on the team: Thomas Walker and Sirius Black

Lives With: His girlfriend.

Rooms With: Thomas Walker

Sits with on the bus/plane: Elias Cook

Injury: Nothing too serious.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Is constantly made fun of for being the prettiest. Ever.

Favorite Moment On Team: Bringing his girlfriend to her first game.

Superstition: Stretches in a certain order.

Warm Up Song: They boys will tell you it’s SexyBack but it’s actually just heavy metal.

What the announcers say when he scores: “A foxy goal!!”

~

Henrik Sunqvist: (Sunny, Sunshine)

Position: Defenseman

Number: 33

Years In The League: 10. Played in the Swedish league for a while.

Previous Teams: None in the NHL.

Description: 39. 5’11”. Blond hair, cut short, pale blue eyes, white. Warmest smile you’ve ever seen. 

Nationality: Swedish. Hometown: Uppsala.

S/O: Linnea Sunqvist, his wife and their daughter and son, Maja (10) and Hugo (11).

Closest to on the team: Evander Bell

Lives With: His wife and family.

Rooms With: No one

Sits with on the bus/plane: Likes to sit alone with a nice audiobook sometimes.

Injury: Nothing major, a few minor concussions

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Almost never fights, but when he does…ouch. Can speak French and Russian.

Favorite Moment On Team: When he gets to morning practice and has coffee with the boys.

Superstition: Has to do a few somersaults in the locker room—we don’t know why.

Warm Up Song: Russian rap—no one knows why/how he knows Russian so well.

What the announcers say when he scores: “The sun is shining on Sunqvist!"

~

Elias Cook: (Cookie, Crock-pot) 

Position: Left Wing

Number: 29

Years In The League: 7. Drafted.

Previous Teams: Toronto Maple Leafs

Description: 25. 5’11”. Hazel eyes, Black hair, baby curls so cute we love the curls. 

Nationality: Canadian. Toronto.

S/O: Fiancee, Jamie Barrow.

Closest to on the team: Kasey Winter

Lives With: Jamie.

Rooms With: Olli Halla

Sits with on the bus/plane: Adam Fox

Injury:

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Loves spicy food. Once made Sirius cry by daring him to eat some really spicy dish.

Favorite Moment On Team: Listening to ABBA in the locker room.

Superstition: Does a few laps around the hallways. The press love to try to catch him for interviews while he’s doing this.

Warm Up Song: iSpy, KYLE and Lil Yachty

What the announcers say when he scores: “The stove is HOT for Cook tonight!”

~

William LeBlanc: (Bluey)

Position: Center

Number: 44

Years In The League: 3. Drafted.

Previous Teams: SKA Saint Petersburg.

Description: 24 6′1″. Brown hair, wavy, green eyes. White. Goes to Russia during his summers.

Nationality: French Canadian. Sherbrooke. 

S/O: Single

Closest to on the team: Tyler Wright, Sirius Black.

Lives With: No one

Rooms With: Kris Lavolie

Sits with on the bus/plane: Tyler Wright

Injury: Concussion.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Never learned Russian well, despite playing in the KHL. 

Favorite Moment On Team: When Kasey jumped in the fountain.

Superstition: Has to touch all the boys’ names above their stalls

Warm Up Song: Russian rap.

What the announcers say when he scores: LeGOALLLLL

~

Evander Bell: (Ringer)

Position: Right Wing

Number: 21

Years In The League: 15. Drafted.

Previous Teams: Bruins, Red Wings.

Description: 33. 6’3”. Sandy blond hair and brown eyes. White. Pretty shy, but really kind. Laughs really loudly which then makes himself blush.

Nationality: American. Hometown: L.A.

S/O: His fiancee, Emily.

Closest to on the team: Henrik Sunqvist

Lives With: Emily and his son, Xavier.

Rooms With: None

Sits with on the bus/plane: Likes to sit alone, besides joining the card game.

Injury: Broken wrist.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Can play the guitar and the piano. Is one of the team’s biggest You Can Play ambassadors (Pascal and Sergei are the other two most active). Always goes to the Gryffindor pride parade.

Favorite Moment On Team: The entire locker room singing We Are Never Getting Back Together. Beginning to see hearts on the glass at the team’s You Can Play Night.

Superstition: Wears the same hat and socks. 

Warm Up Song: Taylor Swift. 

What the announcers say when he scores: “A dead Ringer from Evander Bell!”

~

Kris Lavolie: (Volley)

Position: Defenseman

Number: 11

Years In The League: 3. Went to University of Michigan.

Previous Teams: None.

Description: 24, 6’1”. Dark hair that’s straight and falls to about his chin, brown eyes. White. Broadly built. Kind and a really good listener.

Nationality: French Canadian. Hometown: Quebec City.

S/O: Single

Closest to on the team: Sergei Ivanov

Lives With: His daughter, Aveline.

Rooms With: William LeBlanc

Sits with on the bus/plane: Sergei Ivanov

Injury: Broken rib.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Kris is a single dad. One of his best friends, Lee, she takes care of his baby girl who is four now while he’s on the road. Sometimes she gets to go stay with Sergei’s family, too. Sergei helps him so much, and he’s thankful for him <3. His daughter’s name is Aveline and he will do ANYTHING for her.

Favorite Moment On Team: Taking his daughter to the Lions’ family skate for the first time.

Superstition: Talk to/call his daughter before every game.

Warm Up Song: XO, Beyoncé

What the announcers say when he scores: “La gooaaaaallll by Lavolie!!”

~

Tyler Wright: (Wrangler)

Position: Defenseman

Number: 8

Years In The League: 

Previous Teams:

Description: 27. 6’2”. Hair that is shoulder length, really dark brown. Blue eyes. Square jaw. Has a bit of a temper on the ice, but is a sweetheart otherwise. Ironically doesn’t like fighting.

Nationality: American. Hometown: Minnesota, Minneapolis.

S/O: His girlfriend, Elsa, who lives in Sweden and is a professional football/soccer player.

Closest to on the team: William LeBlanc

Lives With: No one

Rooms With: No one

Sits with on the bus/plane: William LeBlanc

Injury: Nothing serious.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Has four dachshunds named Puck, Deke, Gordie, and Stanley.

Favorite Moment On Team: Like many, when Kasey jumped into that fountain. “It was just so fuckin’ out of character, you know?”

Superstition: Has to participate in the kick around, and has to kick the ball last with his right foot.

Warm Up Song: Royals, Lorde.

What the announcers say when he scores: “Wright in the net!”

~

Kasey Winter: (Kase, Blizzard)

Position: Goalie

Number: 30

Years In The League: 8 years. Drafted, no college.

Previous Teams: New York Rangers.

Description: 26. 6’2’’. Light brown hair down to his shoulders. Known for being the most beautiful hair in the league. Softest brown eyes that psych shooters out. Grows a really gorgeous beard whenever the fuck he wants. 

Nationality: Canadian. Home town: Ontario, Canada.

S/O: Girlfriend, Natalie Darcy

Closest to on the team: Elias Cook and Kris Lavolie

Lives With: His girlfriend, Natalie.

Rooms With: No one.

Sits with on the bus/plane: Finn O’Hara

Injury: Torn hamstring.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Will have his girlfriend braid his hair for practice sometimes. (“You can say what you want, but keeps it out of my face. Good old boxer braids. It’s where it’s at.”)

Favorite Moment On Team: When the team got to the Conference Finals seven years ago.

Superstition: Has to do stretches in a certain order.

Warm Up Song: Wasabi by Little Mix (Thanks, Natalie)

What the announcers say when he makes a safe: “The Blizzard is blinding!” “It’s a squall!”

~

Leo Knut: (Nut, Knutty, Peanut, Peanut-butter)

Position: Goalie

Number: 1

Years In The League: His rookie season, so almost one. No college.

Previous Teams: None.

Description: 18. 6’3’’. Dark blond Hair, pretty wavy and falls over his forehead. Blue eyes. Button nose. Blond eyelashes. Cannot grow a beard to save his life.

Nationality: American. Hometown: New Orleans, Louisiana.

S/O: None….;)

Closest to on the team: Logan Tremblay and Finn O’Hara and Evan Kane

Lives With: Finn O’Hara

Rooms With: Logan Tremblay

Sits with on the bus/plane: Logan Tremblay

Injury: Nothing major.

Puck Personality Fun Fact: Has a small gray-streaked patch of hair by the front of his head from hitting his head really hard when he was little.

Favorite Moment On Team: Well, the first moment he felt most at home was when the rest of the boys started imitating his accent. Logan is the worst at it, but he does it the most.

Superstition: Not very superstitious…yet.

Warm Up Song: Violet, Bad Suns and Love On Top by Beyoncé

What the announcers say when he saves a puck: “Another nuts save for Knut!” “We’re nuts about Knut!” “Right in the nuts!”

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Nine Months (Ron Weasley x reader)

here is my second imagine! 

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TW: none :)

He had been gone for nine months, exactly nine months. It was hard to truly know if he was still alive. you stared at the ghoul, made to look like Ron Weasley, every day. You were eternally grateful that it was a ghoul rather than Ron actually seriously ill, but on the other hand, there was no way to tell that Ron wasn’t suffering. Every Weasley had their worries as well, but tried to help you have more hope, hope that he’d come back unscathed. You weren’t even exactly sure where he was, you just knew he was with Harry and Hermione, per usual. They were on a hunt, but you didn’t understand what they were hunting for on the level that the trio did, which scared you even more.

No one informed you that Ron would be going on such a journey, not even Ron himself. You weren’t sure it was intended but everything was so crazy up through the last time you saw Ron, that being at Bill and Fleur’s wedding. That day was one of the best you had ever experienced, that is until an attack began.

Waking up next to Ron Weasley was on the list of things you would never get over, even if it meant you had to sneak out of Ginny’s room to do so. It was warm, sunlight always peaking into the window and landing on the bed. You always woke up earlier than Ron, you were used to it since you used mornings before breakfast to study when you were at Hogwarts. You didn’t mind though. You liked to watch Ron sleep, even if he claims it’s creepy, because he does it too. You loved seeing his freckles become brighter against his pale skin and watching his skin glow. His hair would glow bright as well, it would glow next to your hands that were playing with his hair. Seeing him at peace was something that made you happy, the past few years at Hogwarts had been anything but easy for Ron, but he got his moments of peace being next to you.

A muffled yell to wake up echoed through the house. Molly Weasley, being the incredible alarm clock she is, woke Ron right up. It took Ron a small while to adjust to waking up before he noticed you staring at him and smiling. He returned a sleepy smile before pulling you close to kiss her forehead. “Morning, love,” his morning voice soothed your ears.

“Hi,” you said, even simple words like that made him blush. “We need to start getting ready for the wedding,” you began to push off of him, but he pulled you back down.

“What if we just ditched the wedding and spent all day in bed just staring at each other?” Ron let out a small laugh as he studied your face.

“As excellent and relaxing as that sounds, it’s your brothers wedding, we don’t want to miss it. Plus, you get to see me look all pretty today,” you finally got up and started to pull him up.

“But you’re always pretty, what’s the difference?” you blushed immediately, little compliments like that never failed to make your heart flutter.

“I’ll look even better. I’ll be in that dress that you helped pick out last week, my hair will be curled, and I’ll have some fun makeup on,” you kissed his cheek before going to rummage into your things to begin your day.

“That does sound promising. Will you wear that red lipstick I love so much?”

“You always say how much you hate it because it leaves stains on your skin,” you giggled without looking up, little did you know his eyes were following your every move.

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. But I do love everyone knowing you’re mine, so if some red stains on my cheeks is what it takes, I think I can make it work,” still watching you he waited for an answer while you went through his clothing. You grabbed his suit, handing it to him, “now get ready, darling. I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Alright love, will do.” He said watching you leave to go to Ginny’s room.

After spending a substantial amount of time doing each others hair and makeup, talking about boys, the newest Hogwarts drama, and blasting the newest Weird Sisters music, each of the girls began to head down to the main floor of the Burrow.

You took a moment to yourself to apply the red lipstick you promised to wear. After smiling to yourself in the mirror, you began to head down, nervous to see Ron. He had only seen her wear such fancy attire at the Yule Ball, but that was before they realized their feelings for each other. Looking around, you spotted Ginny, Harry, and George before your eyes finally set on Ron, he was looking out the window, looking deep in thought. After decided whether or not to interrupt what looked like a deep thought, you tip toed over to plant a kiss on Ron’s cheek. As he turned towards you, you could see that he began to blush almost as red as the light layer of lipstick that adorned his cheek.

“Bloody hell, Y/N. You look- you, you look…” he stuttered, looking flustered as ever to match.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Ron,” the stripes and taupe vest complimented him so well. “Just missing your finishing touch,” you looked around before finding his suit jacket draped over a couch. You grab it before assisting him to put it on. “There, even more handsome, as if that was possible.”

He grinned like a man in love, which he was, but a burden weighed down his shoulders, this had been effecting him for quite a bit. Looking you up and down, his eyes became sad, he let out a sigh, sparking your worry.

“Anything wrong, love?” you put your hand on his cheek, attempting to make eye contact with him but he was trying to avoid your eyes.

“No, no, no. I- erm, well,” your confused eyes met his worried ones, “I just want you to know how much I love you. I want you to know I would do anything to protect you. I want you to be safe. I would do anything to ensure you are safe… because I love you so much.” He knew something you didn’t, but you didn’t quite pick up on it. Your mind was more focused on the fact that he said I love you. It had been the first time it was said between the two of you.

“I love you too, Ronald Weasley. You know I would do the same, to keep you safe. It’s a crazy world we live in, but I would do so much to ensure you were safe,” Ron felt guilt in him, but nonetheless appreciated what you were saying. “What’s got you so sappy? Is it the wedding? Love in the air? My dress too short?”

He let out a genuine laugh at your attempt to ease the mood. “You could say that, weddings make people realize a lot of things about love. I will tell you more later though, we have a night to enjoy. Plus even if your dress was too short, I totally wouldn’t mind,” you slap his shoulder lightly before taking his hand.

“Let’s go see if there’s anything else we can help with, alright?” you said leading him outside. He took one last long look at his beautiful, unaware girl, shook out the negative thoughts in his head. He wanted to enjoy tonight and the rest of the time he had with you, however long that was.

The last moment you had with Ron was dancing to one of your favorite songs, just before the attack had begun. When it did, he ushered you around the tent, his hand held yours tight. You stopped near Lupin before he grabbed your face, “I love you,” being the last words he said to you before he apparated with Harry and Hermione. Lupin had seen what had happened and pulled you away as you screamed. You had no idea where he went or what was going on. That was the last moment you had with Ron Weasley before he went on his nine month journey.

Everyday hurt. Not seeing him hurt, but not knowing if he was safe or even alive hurt even more. After months of being at Hogwarts, you were taken with Ginny to the Burrow at Easter, grateful to not be within the hell that Hogwarts was made into. You couldn’t decide if being at the Burrow made it worse or not. On one hand there was a group of people who knew what you were going through, they had the same worries, they supported you, on the other hand, the house and the family was a constant reminder of him, pictures of him scattered everywhere, little pieces of Ron scattered throughout his family members. Either way, it hurt like hell.

It took you quite a bit to settle into the Burrow, to feel comfortable. It didn’t matter if you did, because you and the Weasley’s eventually had to go into hiding. Hiding at their Aunt Muriel’s was definitely worse than being at the Burrow, you had more fear on your shoulders, now for yourself and the rest of the Weasley family. The only good thing to come out of it though was the fact that you knew he was alive. He had been discovered by Death Eaters, causing trouble for you and the family. Though it is not comforting to have Death Eaters after your boyfriend and his family, it was in a weird way comforting to know he was okay for the time being. It wasn’t long though until your overwhelming fear of him being dead creeped back into your head. The uncertainty killing you.

Waking up the morning of the first of May was another milestone. Nine months. Everyone in the house knew it too. There is so much that can be done in nine months, yet it felt like nothing had moved since the first of August.

Today was different, you were woken up by Ginny. She seemed in a rush, Fred and George standing in the doorway as well. “We need to get to Hogwarts, now.” Before you had time to ask, Ginny began getting things ready as you got dressed. You admittedly moved slower than you should’ve in a moment of rush, but the burden was a lot. It had been like this for months, it wasn’t going to stop until you knew Ron was safe and with you.

They attempted to explain what was happening as they we’re headed over but the rush of their voices and taking over each other, the only words that you could make out were “Hogsmeade”, “Snape”, and “Harry”. From the bottom of your heart, you hoped that the combination of Harry and Hogsmeade meant we were rushing to see Harry at the school. If that were the case, Harry was safe. What about Hermione? What about Ron?

Climbing slow through the hole behind Ginny, the twins, and Lee Jordan gave you time to over think. Why is only Harry being mentioned? Is he alone? As Ginny and the boys hopped onto the grounds of the Hogwarts, you hesitantly stepped out, uncomfortable at the sight of the Room of Requirement being draped with hammocks. There was a large crowd of what seemed to be the DA, not sure of what is going on, you tried to stay in the back and unseen, that was until you heard Ginny speak to Harry. You picked up your speed in order to see who is in the circle. First you saw Hermione, then Harry, then Ron.

Ron.

You froze, you did not know what to do. You weren’t even sure if he was real. Maybe this was yet another dream. You blinked after staring at him for what felt like hours, he was still there when you opened your eyes.

“Y/N” is all he said.

“Ron” is all you said.

He stood in his place just as shocked but you ran straight to the red headed boy. You leaped into his arms with a small whimper turned to a sob. He held you tighter than he ever had. He was cold and dirty, smelled of it too, but that was beyond past what you could care about. All you cared about was that your boyfriend was holding you after nine long months.

He let you down but continued to hug you, you both looking at each other with loving eyes. “I missed you so much, you have no idea Y/N,” he said before pulling you tighter than before.

“Believe me, I know. Never do that again, please. I did not know if you were safe or alive, especially after Death Eaters found yo-“ at this point you were so overwhelmed by emotions that you were stuttering and could not finish your sentence before you crashed back into his chest, letting out sobs. He pet your hair and let out light shushes to calm you down as the DA continued speaking.

You wished you could be alone with him right now, this not being possible with all that is going on with the pending battle. You would take this over nothing though. Crying in each other’s arms in front of the entire DA, though not the most ideal, was something that was needed.

The entirety of the rest of the conversation of the DA, you and Ron half listened, still shaking and crying in each other’s arms. You and Ron began to sway and take deep breaths to calm down and listen. It was so hard to not give every piece of attention to the beautiful boy before you, but your world was under attack, you couldn’t turn a blind eye.

The DA broke off after what seemed like hours. Though Ron and you had separate duties, you knew you needed to split momentarily.

Pulling your head back to look at him, you see his beautiful eyes once again, red from the tears. You both studied each other’s faces quickly, taking everything in. You noticed his small wounds, dirty hair, facial hair, and sweat bound face as he noticed the bags under your eyes. Your heart hurt for each other.

“When this whole thing is over, I am never going to stop looking at your face, ever. I missed it too much,” you said, making him laugh, bringing you to his lips.

“We will get out of this. We will. We can spend all the time in the world together, we can travel, we can get married, we can-“ he rambled but you interrupted.

“We will. Every single one of those things and more,” he blushed, especially considering one of the things he mentioned was marriage.

“Bloody hell, Y/N. You are making this so hard. I have some things to take care of, but please, please, please promise me you will do your best to stay safe, I need you. I will do the same. I love you, I love you, I love you,” it felt great for him to say those three words again, he had imagined himself telling it to you when you reunited every night he was hunting for the horcruxes.

“I love you, Ronald Weasley, so much. Stay safe, I am going to need you when this is all done,” you joked. “I mean it, be careful,” you kissed his lips in a kiss that you made as special as you could without putting the thought too deep into your head that it could be the last. You broke away soon after, both heading in new directions as the world around you kept moving forward. You watched him and Hermione run off to help save the world. Your boy, the hero.

Though that last moment was far from the last you spend with Ron Weasley, you cherished it just the same.

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ok here i’m with more thoughts of wolfstar that i have during my job. please don’t let it flop, i spent working time on this one. If you don’t like it, i’m always open to feedbacks <3

Remus walked past all those cells, low moans of pain and suffering were all he could hear. Somewhere on the end of the alley, a woman screamed. The auror beside him moves uncomfortably.

"Sirius Black's cell is down this alley, make it quick," he says finally, stopping and leaning in a wall, clearly giving Remus some privacy.

He swallows and past some more cells until the one his former fianceé was locked. Or was supposed to be. The man sitting there didn't look like Sirius at all. His hair was longer, past his waist, his body was so thin and bony that Remus swore he was a skeleton.

"Sirius," he whispered after a couple of seconds. Remus crouched and called for Sirius again. The man turned his head, his grey eyes shining in the dark.

"What?" he asked alert, searching the voice who called. His eyes found Remus, and he smiled a little. "Oh, it's you, again, love..." he moved to Remus slowly, smiling even more. "You here to finally kill me?".

"Wha...", but Remus was interrupted.

"Ya know, the last time you almost killed me, I figure you came to finish the job... the way you say I did with James, Lily... and Peter", he said the last name with disdain, his eyes filled with hate. Remus felt his whole body shake. He was not expecting this, but what else could he expect from a murderer. "Or are you here to tell me how useless I am and how you knew I would follow my Black blood and get everyone killed?"

Remus looked down, embarrassed. He understood now, Sirius thought he was an illusion.

"Pads, I would never kill you," he found himself saying, without the power to control his feelings, "and I don't think you are your family's blood, you know this." Fuck, he sounded so fragile and lovesick of what people called a lunatic. But he knew better, or he thought he did.

"If I had the chance, I would have killed you too, you know," Sirius whispered, his voice hoarse.

"What?"

"Ask me how I'm," Remus did, "I fucking miss you and James and Lily, and Harry, I miss Harry so much. But I did what I had to do, Remus. And I would do it all again".

Remus felt his breakfast in his throat. He finally sat on the ground, feeling truly nauseated. That was the last thing he hoped to hear.

"You know Moons, after so much time of people telling you what you did, it gets in your head in some way..." Sirius was looking outside, clearly talking to himself,

"I stopped fighting and started accepting it for what it is...".

"Two more minutes, Lupin," the auror said somewhere.

"You know," Remus started, "something in me needed to make sure you were still alive, and paying for the damage you did. That's why I came. Another part of me just wanted you to hear Queen once again, before dying in misery".

Sirius snorted, "I thought you were the one to die in misery, love" Remus couldn't help but smile. He took off of his pocket an enchanted music box, painted in gold and red. As he opened it, "who wants to live forever" started playing. Sirius walked over to Remus, still cynical, and sat cross-legged. 

As the song start, both men's eyes locked into each other, and this time the werewolf saw him. Behind dark bags under his eyes, Remus reckons his young and beautiful boyfriend. His eyes, once full of life, seemed almost dead. More shivers traveled down his body. "You know, if you were indeed my Moony, I would never tell you the real truth."

"Why?" Remus tried.

"Because Remus deserves better, someone that will be there for him forever." "Well, I'm real" Remus stretched his hand for Sirius to take, but he didn't. He was suspicious and didn't want to suffer the same thing since the last time when imaginary Remus called him to hold his hand outside his cell. But this time Remus was closer, his hand almost in Sirius's lap, what wasn't normal. "It's not possible," he whispered to himself.

"Ok, Mister Lupin, time to go," the auror said approaching. 

Sirius felt his heart race, "it's you, Remus." The boy nodded, getting up.

"It was good to see you one last time, Sirius. You can keep the box".

"What? No, Remus!" he called as the other boy walked away. "Remus listen to me! I didn't do it! You gotta believe me, I DIDN'T DO IT!". But he was gone, and tears run down Sirius's face as Freddy ended the song.

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James Potter and the Retelling of the True Story Chapter Four: Happy Days, Happy Times

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Listen to the bells and chimes. Sorry, I had to. Anyway, seventh year passed in a flash. We all knew there was a war hanging over our heads, and we wanted to have as much fun as humanly possible. So, we went on double dates to Hogsmede every week. We skipped class. We played pranks. We just had fun.

On our last night at Hogwarts we all snuck into the Room of Requirement. Remus and Sirius were sitting in a large chair, Sirius in Remus's lap. Lily and I were laying on a couch with my head in her lap. Peter was sitting in a chair, ever the fifth wheel.

"Where do you think we're going to be in ten years?" Lily pondered. We all thought about it for a second.

"Well, me and you will be married with a bunch of little tykes running around," I said, smiling up at her. "I'll be a famous auror, and you'll be a potions master."

"Me and Remus will be married in the wizarding world but not in the muggle world because they're all wankers," Sirius said, and Remus kissing him on the cheek.

"Maybe we'll be able to find a spell that can allow one of us to get pregnant or something," Remus said causing Sirius to chuckle but there was a hint of sadness there.

"And hopefully I'll be married with my own kids because I really don't want to just be living vicariously through your families the rest of my life," Peter said, causing us all to laugh.

"I want to have a weekly dinner," Remus stated. "It's not going to be like school. We're not going to see each other every day. Well, we might see each other at work, especially with Order business, but I want to just have one dinner a week when it's just us having fun."

"Alright, every Sunday we can have dinner," Lily said, offering Remus a smile. "We can rotate whose house we do it at every week."

"What? No, I'm not going to have dinner in Wolfstar's sex cave," I said. They both glared at me.

"We told you to stop calling us that."

"You'd be lucky to be invited to our sex cave."

"We're not going to have a sex cave, Sirius," Remus chastised. "We're going to have a very normal, very mundane flat."

"Boing," Sirius responded, but he kissed Remus all the same.

"It's not gonna be that different though, right?" I asked sitting up. I'm going to be honest, I was completely terrified. Lily squeezed my hand.

"It's going to be different, but we'll all be fine," Sirius said in one of his rare moments of being sincere. We shared a look, and I nodded.

"We're gonna make it through just fine," Remus said. "We have each other, and we have the Order."

"We've got this," Lily said, kissing my cheek.

"We're all in this together," Peter said.

I could say that looking back, it's all very funny, but that would be a lie. I don't think I'm quite ready to laugh about being murdered because of one of my best friends and not being able to see my son grow up. It is ironic though that that's what he chose to say. It is also fucking heartbreaking that we were just kids with these dreams of the future and they all got ripped away.

We did stay true to some of those promises though. We had our dinners every Sunday, rotating between our three houses. We did that for two whole years. Then, on one special night, we had a dinner that was just a little bit different.

Now, I'm going to be honest, I'm a total romantic. I wanted more than anything to have the best proposal ever. Instead what happened was Lily and I were sitting on the couch one night, and I looked at her and said "Marry me." She looked at me and said, "I'm sorry. What?"

I got off the couch and knelt in front of her, and I asked again. She started crying, and so did I. She obviously said yes. We immediately flooed over to Remus and Sirius's to tell them. They both cried. Then, we told Peter. He was happy, but he didn't cry.

But, like I was saying, for the first time after two years we didn't have our normal Sunday dinner. That was because it was instead Lily and my wedding. We had the most beautiful wedding. I cried the entire time. As soon as Lily started to walk down the aisle I began to cry. Sirius, my best man, was practically wailing next to me, Remus, Lily's man of honor, was crying with a little more dignity, and Lily, my love, let a few tears fall but didn't blubber.

I'm not really sure how to describe a wedding. We danced and drank and ate. It was a party, you know. Well, our first dance was perfect. We danced to some muggle song called "Close to You." I'm kidding. It wasn't just some muggle song. It was Lily's favorite song, and I learned it all first year because I wanted to impress her (I didn't).

After our dance, the other couples were welcomed to the dance floor. I watched as Sirius dragged a blushing Remus onto the floor. Everyone knew about their relationship at that point. Nobody gave a shit, obviously. "Your Song" by Elton John was playing, and I knew full well that that was their song.

"When is it gonna be your turn?" I asked them as Remus spun Sirius around me and Lily.

"Whenever Remus wants," Sirius announced. "I've wanted to marry him since the moment I saw him."

"I have an idea," Lily whispered in my ear before dragging me off the floor to tell me about it. Did I expect her to shag me? Yeah, I did, but I was just as happy with the actual thing she wanted to tell me.

We left a dancing and laughing Sirius and Remus on the dancefloor when we went to talk about the plan. When we came back, Sirius's head was on Remus's chest, and they were swaying softly. I wanted to curse them for being a cuter couple than the bride and groom, but I didn't even have it in me to be mad about it. Then the speeches began.

"Hello, hi, everyone. I'm Remus Lupin. Well, most of you already knew that," Remus started. Sirius shot an assuring grin at him and Lily squeezed his hand from where she sat at the end of the table.

"When Lily asked me to be her man of honor, I told her that that was a made up thing, and it was completely ridiculous. In reality, I only said that because I was too busy trying to hold back tears because I was so overwhelmed with the fact that she thought of me to be such an important part in her wedding," Remus said, eyes welling up. Then, he chuckled.

"I'm sure most of you thought that me and Lily were the sensible ones who kept the others in line. The truth is, Lily and I are both just as crazy as our other halves on. I'm also sure that it took all of you a long time to figure out how smart Lily Evans could ever end up with our resident wildling, Mr. James Potter."

"Hey!" I interjected. Remus just kept on with a chuckle.

"James Potter might be the biggest prankster that Hogwarts ever saw, but he's also the kindest and most caring person on the planet," Remus said, and I immediately started to cry. I loved Remus so fucking much.

"He was the real mum of the Marauders, more so than Lily or I ever were. These two lovely people are genuinely the best-matched couple I have ever seen. They're both equal parts caring and crazy. They're quite literally soulmates. If you don't believe me, ask their matching patronuses.

"So, let's raise a glass to the best damn couple this wizarding world has ever seen," Remus announced, raising his glass. Everyone cheered. "I love you both to the moon and back."

Lily and I were both trying to keep ourselves together at that speech and that beautiful line at the end. He came over to hug both of us, and I sobbed on the poor bloke.

"I love you so fucking much, Moony," I said into his shoulder. He chuckled, but I felt a tear fall onto my shoulder. He then hugged  Sirius whose speech was next. He whispered a don't embarrass me in Sirius's ear causing him to laugh heartily.

"I said I didn't want to follow Remus up because honestly there's no way that I could ever top that," Sirius said with a chuckle. "My better half just stood in front of you lot and gave the most heartfelt speech I have ever heard in my entire life. I'm not going to stand here and cry though, even if that does shock you. No, instead, I want to take this opportunity to embarrass the fuck out of my best mate."

"Oh, Merlin," I whispered, putting my head in my hand. Lily squeezed my thigh with an evil grin.

"James first saw Lily when we all got sorted into Gryffindor on the first day of school. Lily first saw James when the poor girl sat down at the table across from us, which caused James to choke on his water and spit it all over the table. A brilliant first impression in my opinion," Sirius stated, causing everyone to laugh. "That night as we all went to sleep, James whispered 'I'm going to marry Lily Evans one day.'"

"Cute, no?" Sirius asked. "Well, I'll tell you what wasn't cute. Having to hear about Lily every single second of every single day for the next six years. I mean, I love you, Lils, but I was ready to kill your husband, I swear. Not only did he talk about her constantly, but at least once a week, he would ask her out and get rejected. The man could not take a hint."

"He was persistent, I'll give him that. That doesn't make it any less embarrassing," Sirius said. Lily laughed and kissed me on the cheek. "Now, Miss Lily, don't think you're getting away with anything here."

"Black," she warned. Sirius's eyes sparkled.

"During our fifth year, Remus, Peter, and James all got detention for doing their only prank that I wasn't involved in. That left me and Lily alone together," Sirius explained. Remus and I looked at each other in shock. We had never heard about this before. "Some firewhiskey was drunk, and some secrets were spilled. At one point, Lily looked me in the eyes and said 'I'm going to marry James one day.'"

"She what?" I asked, completely stunned. Sirius barked a laugh, and Lily turned a deep shade of red.

"Clearly, these two lovebirds are completely meant to be," Sirius stated. "Their love was written in the stars. So, let's raise a glass to these proper soulmates. I love you loads."

"Before we all get sappy and hug Black and get back to this party, we have something to say," Lily said, pulling me up to stand in front of everyone with her and sitting Sirius down. "Sirius very carefully left out the part about that night in fifth year when he said 'I'm so bloody gone for Remus John Lupin, and I'm not ashamed to admit it.'"

Remus blushed, and Sirius just kissed him on the cheek. I smiled and said, "They both just stood in front of you and said how perfect we were for each other, but Remus and Sirius are just as made for each other as me and Lily are."

"They've been talking about getting married for a long time, and it's honestly codswallop that they're not already together. So, we have a little surprise if you're interested," Lily explained. Remus and Sirius were both ridiculously confused. "We know you can't get married in the muggle world so there's no need for a marriage license, and we do still have an ordained minister here."

"Merlin," Remus said, his eyes going wide.

"We would like to extend this ceremony to include another betrothal if you're interested," I said. The look on Sirius's face was the best thing I had ever seen. "What do you say?"

"Rem," Sirius whispered. Remus was looking at me and Lily, shaking his head fondly. He looked over and Sirius with this huge smile.

"I want to marry the pants off of you," Remus stated, causing Sirius to laugh and snog the living crap out of him.

"I want to marry the pants off of you," Sirius stated. And, that was exactly what they did.

"James," Remus said, while Sirius and Lily were talking after the ceremony. "Thank you. You really didn't have to do that."

"Of course, I did," I said plainly. "You're my best mates, my brothers. I want you to be happy."

"We're going to be very happy," Remus replied, looking absolutely lovestruck as he looked across the room at Sirius.

A double wedding, how insanely beautiful. Now, the happy times are not over just yet, but let me just say something. If my four best friends had a double wedding and didn't include me, I would probably also have them killed.

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The Girl Who Belived

- I thought about this for a long time so here a shot- You left the wizard world after the first wizard war and moved to the muggle world, changing your whole persona, forgetting about your past, but when you get called back by someone everyone is surprised to see you after so many years. Your former boyfriend, former best friend and new people who know you but you don’t know them

Warning - Depression and Violence

Word Count - 2134

Do you ever have that one song, the song that makes you forget about everything. All the problems in your head, forgetting about your worries and pain. The only thing in your head at that moment is the lyrics that run in your ears, the patting of your bear feet hitting the floor and the beat of your heart in your whole body. Until the music stops.

“Bloody hell,” I cursed catching my breath, putting my feet back on the ground and calming myself. “Stupid music box,” I muttered walking over to the radio that sat on the other side of the room. “For once just work,” I said hitting the top of it. The music started again but it wasn’t the same, the feeling was gone and the song meant nothing anymore. 

I walked to the mirror on the other side of my room, slipping my shirt off, revealing the scarring on my body, the life that once was me, but wasn’t anymore, the life that I wanted to forgot about but some things were just permit. I opened my dresser, tossing a sweatshirt on and tossing it on, turning my eyes away my from body, the music stopped once more.

“Just once, once I wanna listen to this damn radio,” I hissed turning to walk out of my room and back to the radio. “Just once please let me forget,” I screamed picking up radio and tossing it across the room, but the radio did not make it to the floor, it stood in the middle of the room, slowly raising itself in the air. “No!” I screamed running to the radio to grab it, but was blown back with a gust of light.

“Bloody hell,” I heard from beside me, the vision infront of me was just a bright light. As my vision came slowly back I knew where I was just from infront of me, and who’s voice was there.

“Why am I here,” I muttered not turning around and getting off the floor. “Bring me back home now!” I screamed getting up quickly and turning around to come face to face with James Potter. James Potter? “Your dead?” I asked looking at him then looking down at my necklace, a time turner.

“What are you doing here? Your going to get us killed!” He shouted as Lily came out from the corner with Harry in her hands. “Y/n? Hello?” He said snapping me back into reality. I had to save him, had to save my best friend.

“We have to go, voldemort on his way, Peter gave out your location, I heard him, please come on,” I pleaded, this was what I wanted for years, to come back to his moment and save these three.

“Y/n, we haven't seen you in months, and now your telling us that voldemort on his way here,  why should we believe you?” James said questioning me. “And Peter would never do such a thing, leave please,” He asked but Lily stepped up.

“Your like a sister to me y/n, we survived hogwarts together, if your telling the truth then we’ll come with you, but where?” Lily said putting her hand on James and holding onto Harry with the other. 

“Just pack whatever you can, Sirius shouldn't have left home quiet yet, we can make it to him if we hurry” I panicked looking out the window. I was in a nightmare right now, a horrible nightmare. The day I never wanted to relive, but the day of saving my two best friends. “Hurry please,” I shouted out at the couple, then it came to me. “James I need your wand?” I shouted running to the bottom of the stairs.

“I trust you,” He shouted to me tossing his wand down the stairs, landing in my hands. “I believe you,” He said then quickly running back to the room with Lily. I looked down at the wand in my hand, almost nineteen years without holding one of these, I could remember so save some lives. 

“Protego,” I repeated four times pointing James’ wand at each end of ever wall, watching small bursts of light formed around the house, and a glimpse of green walking towards. “We really have to go,” I shouted running up the stairs, taking one more look at the door then running into the room where the Potters were packing.

“What now?” Lily asked as I shut the door behind me and passing James’ his wand back. “How do they know where we are?” She asked holding Harry to her chest.

“I’ll explain at Sirius’ come on now, i’ve only done this once when we went to hogwarts and it went okay,” I said to the trio. “Grab hands please,” I whispered closing my eyes and breathing in. The banging of the door caved in and it was the time. “apparate,” I whispered, wind hit my face, and the grip of the Potters loosened. “Are we alive?” I asked opening my eyes to the disappointment, I was back in my apartment, the radio back on the shelf it was originally on and I was sitting on the ground, hands still warm. 

“Stupid radio,” I mumbled in sadness, helping myself up from the floor and walking away to my bedroom, crawling into my bed and letting the tears fall down my face. The wave of grief hit me again,  just like it was the day I heard that James and Lily died, the same wave of guilt that rushed in my like a tidal wave. “Stupid Radio,” I cried out screaming, getting out of my bed again and ripping my drawers away, throwing all my clothes out and falling to the ground, holding the last memorie I had from hogwarts, the quidditch sweater that the boys and Lily pitched in to get me for my sixteenth birthday. “Stupid Radio,” I whispered holding the sweater to my chest, leaning back onto my bed frame and letting the tears fall down my face as I wanted to remember but I couldn’t.

As everything was quiet in my apparent again, everything just stood still, the clothes tossed on my floor, my head pounding and the tear soaked sweater swaddled in my arms, laying down on my chest. Then the sound of the song, the lyrics in my head and the lump in my throat all came back, from one song.

“I know that things can really get rough when you go it alone,” I muttered singing the song in defeat. “Don't go thinking you gotta be tough, to play like a stone,” Tears formed again, and the song lowered, turning off at the same part. “Why can’t you let me be happy,” I cried out looking at the radio that stood across the hall in the living room. “I just wanna be happy,” I whispered closing my eyes. “Please,” I pleaded once more opening my eyes and just looking at the radio. The music start rising again, admitting the same bright light, but stronger, the light shining through every window in the house, ever crack and seal in the walls and every surface with a leak. 

“Please no, no,” I cried out putting my head in my knees and crying into the sweater that laid on my lap. “I can’t do it again!” I screamed repeating it over and over again until the vibrations stopping and everything was calm.

“y/n” I heard from overtop of me. “Where have you been, how did you get here?” Sirius Black, the man who had my heart for years, the boy would I planned to live with for the rest of my life. “Your alive?” I heard him say once more.

“What year is it?” I asked not looking up, it was all a dream like last time, I couldn't do it, not again.

“Its nineteen ninety five crazy, look at me,” Sirius demanding putting his hand on top of my head. “We’ve looked for you for nineteen years y/n,” Sirius said as I looked up at him, he was telling the truth, he looked much older, nineteen years older with curly brown hair and a mustache he always talked about having but could never grow.

“Whos we?” I asked as Sirius helped me up, I was stunned in the moment, I was back in the wizarding world.  “Is James alive?” I asked looking around, I was in Sirius’ childhood home, the home he depsized.

“I’m right here,” James said coming around the corner. “You show up after nineteen years and ask for me. makes me feel special,” James said, always a jokester, still the same man I knew back at hogwarts.

“Oh dear goodness,” I cried out running to him and hugging him, wrapping my hands around him and crying. “I did it,” I said to myself.

“You have some explaining to do y/n,” Sirius said leaning against the wall. “You left right after graduation, faked your own death and just show up back here, asking if James is dead,” SIrius said upset. 

“You scared us all half to death you know, we really thought you were dead,” James said letting go of me. “I almost was dead but someoen saved us, I would be dead without them,” He said with a smile.

“I couldn’t do magic anymore, after voldemort stuck me in the heart and I didnt die, it changed me in a bad way, I moved to the muggle world, forgot about magic, tossed everything away until today,” I explained putting my hand on my forehead. “That stupid radio,” I mumbled not feeling so well.

“You pushed everything of magic away, you pushed us away, what did the spell do to you?” Sirius asked but before I could answer his arms were wrapped around me. “I just missed you, after the war it was just horrid, we looked for you, we truly did but no sign, it was like you disappeared from our minds,” Sirius mumbled in my ear.

“I had too, magic did something to me after voldemort struck me, I was a curse, a danger, I didnt wanna harm you guys so I just left,” I said wrapping my hands around him. “I am really sorry,” I whispered in his ear.

“Sirius who’s that?” Remus Lupin, the one and only, the boy who saved my life more times then I could repay.  “Is that?” I heard before another pair of hands wrapped around me. “I thought you were dead he cried out leaning on my shoulder.

“Come on, let her get some fresh air, she looks like a mess, in a good way,” James said with a smile on his face. “You still have ton of explaining to do,” James said with a expressionless face. 

“We have complain Prongs, Moony, help her get freshened up please,” Sirius said calling James and Remus by there nicknames. “You both can catch up and we can deal with the company,” Sirius said looking at me. “I really did miss you,” he said planting a kiss on my forehead.

James walked up to me with a smile. “I never thought you would get to meet my son, his name his Harry, your his godmother,” He said grabbing my hand. “He’s heard a lot about you,” He said before Sirius called him away to the dinning room.

“Come on, i’ll get you cleaned up, you have a lot of explaining to do, a lot of it,” Remus said tossing his arm over my shoulder and walking me up the stairs. “Start with why you left a week after graduation,” Remus asked his first question kicking the bathroom door opened lightly.

I took a deep breath in, sitting on the closed toilet and looking up at Remus. “Voldemort found me after graduation, struck me in the heart a curse that I haven't even heard of, it was slowly killing me and everything I touched so I left, moved to the muggle world, forgot everything, my heart still aches, a pain I couldn't describe,” I said as Remus gently pushed a wet faceclothe on my face, wiping away the blood, tears and sweat from the last couple hours.

“A curse in your heart, that's why you left?” Remus said feeling bad. “I understand but there is something you need to know,” Remus said putting my hand in his. “He’s back and he wants Harry, when Harry was about a year and a half old voldemort tried killing him, instead it killed Voldemort and left Harry alive, with a scar on his forehead,” Remus started to explain. “He’s back, trying to kill Harry, and we could use your help,” He said making me hesitant, I looked down to my feet, thinking about my apartment back home.

[userlarri]

stealing @jakeperalta‘s idea of putting all of the tag games friends have shared into one post - ella, you’re a genius!! if anyone feels like doing any of these, pretend i tagged you 💕 

tagged by @cheddarholt  💖

honey and lemon or milk and sugar // musicals or plays // lemonade or iced tea // strawberries or raspberries // winter or summer // beaches or forests // diners or cafés // unicorns or dragons // gemstones or crystals // hummingbirds or owls // fireworks or sparklers // brunch or happy hour // sweet or sour // Rome or Amsterdam // classic or modern art // sushi or ramen // sun or moon // polka dots or stripes // macarons or croissants // glitter or matte // degas or seurat // aquariums or planetariums // road trip or camping trip // colouring books or water color // fairy lights or candles

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tagged by @charmainediyoza  💖

Rules: put your entire music library on shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up, then tag 10 others to do the same! (disclosure - i shuffled my liked songs on spotify)

let me get me / selena gomez

tequila makes her clothes fall off / joe nichols

time after time / quietdrive

don’t let me be the last to know / britney spears

home / sundy best

it’s nice to have a friend / taylor swift

freak / little mix

this kiss / faith hill

a.d.i.d.a.s. / little mix

you don’t do it for me any more / demi lovato

let me just say, this list is not a very good representation of my taste lol

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tagged by @smilecapsules  💖 

top seven comfort movies

grease

miss congeniality

any disney tbh... but if i can only have one, mary poppins

anastasia

now and then

the princess diaries

10 things i hate about you

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tagged by @jacobperaltaz  💖

RULES ⇥ TURN YOUR URL INTO SONG TITLES (because we all need a little more music in our lives) 🎵🎧

enchanted / taylor swift

i do / cardi b ft. sza

gravity / john mayer

have i told you lately / van morrison

temproary fix / one direction

your love / the outfield

no judgement / niall horan (stream this album!! my mans doesn’t miss!!)

island in the sun / weezer

new year’s day / taylor swift

everywhere / michelle branch

somebody to love / queen

really enjoyed this one, too!! THIS is better view of my music taste, but still there’s so much more

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tagged by @smilecapsules💖

Rules: name 10 favorite characters from 10 different things and then tag 10 people

remus lupin, harry potter

amy santiago, brooklyn 99

ben wyatt, parks and rec

erin hannon, the office

mindy lahiri, the mindy project

titus andromedon, unbreakable kimmy schmidt

peter parker/spiderman, marvel

james aubrey, bones

janet, the good place

chandler bing, friends

what can i say - your girl loves some sitcoms

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tagged by @greatbigstorm 💖

🌿 favourite comfort food: chicken and dumplings

🌼 favourite alcohol (or hot drink!): margaritas! but also hot chocolate

🌷 favourite relaxing activity: giffing

🌸 favourite fluffy/feel-good fic: none come to mind. haven’t read fic in a minute

🌻 favourite calming scent: anything vanilla tbh

🌺 favourite relaxing (or uplifting) song: have i told you lately by van morrison

🌵 favourite white noise: thunderstormss

🍄 favourite book to get lost in: the outsiders by s.e. hinton

💐 favourite chill out tv show: parks and rec or friends

🌹 the best advice you’ve ever had: don’t let the bastards get you down

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tagged by @smilecapsules  💖

top 3 ships? ugh..... ben x leslie, jake x amy, ron x hermione

last song? no judgment / niall horan

last movie? the princess diaries

food i’m craving? oh man, i’d kill for some warm cheesecake brownies right now....i gotta make some this weekend

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tagged by @greatbigstorm 💖 

Bold what applies to you

♡ appearance ♡ i am over 5’5 // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing over tight clothing // i have one or more piercings// i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear makeup // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look // i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball caps backwards

��� hobbies and interests ♡ i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition // i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with my friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand (in the pool? lol)

♡ relationships ♡ i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years // my parents are together // i have hooked up with my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have had a long-distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online

♡ aesthetics ♡ i have heard the ocean in a conch shell // i have watched the sunrise // i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms //i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colors // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season

♡ miscellaneous ♡ i can fall asleep in moving vehicles // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote(s) // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a superhero movie // i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least 3 dogs

[the-lupine-sojourner]

I Promised, Didn’t I? [Traitor(?)!Reader/Izuku Commission] [Fantasy!AU]

Ta-da! Here it is at long last, @elite-guard-hardygal​!! So sorry to keep you waiting so long! TT^TT

Anyway, Hardygal commissioned this fanfiction based on some ideas they had and the song ‘Not while I’m Around’ from the Sweeny Todd movie. I like the song and the idea behind the commission, so I was eager to get to work on it, but then I got distracted with work and Miraculous Ladybug cus I was too curious as to what was going on so I binged the latest episodes--anyway, on to the commission! 

If you want one for yourself, all you need do is ask! Here’s Info on My Commissions. 

As always, I give the word count for my commissions. This one sits at 3807-ish cus there was just so much story there, I couldn’t stop writing! XD 

Ok, that’s all for now! Hope you all had an amazing Thanksgiving! :)

God Bless and Happy Holidays!

~The Lupine Sojourner

(Here’s a cute Izuku GiF cus why not?)

There he was; Eijiro Kirishima, the one you’d been sent to observe and eventually turn over to your boss, Kai Chisaki. 

He and his group were...less than thrilled that a rogue barbarian king named Katsuki Bakugo and his companion, Eijiro, and their group of friends had been taking down his thugs and operations left and right, and as such Kai himself had sat you down and told you about sending his stealthier cronies to track and observe Eijiro and his friends, taking note of their relationships and which member would cause the most damage if they were to be...removed. 

Eijiro was, apparently, one of the most innocent and a key player in keeping another group, led by Izuku Midoriya (another target, turns out), in fairly good terms with each other.

Eijiro was also married, after a somewhat fast-paced romance, to one of the most powerful magic-wielding adventurers in recent memory, Takara Yamada. 

Only Shoto Todoroki, a rather reserved fellow who ran from his princely duties to find a cure for a curse that befell him, his fiance and bodyguard, Momo Yaoyorozu, and Izuku Midoriya (who was trying to find the missing king, Toshinori Yagi) could best Takara in terms of power and the way they use it. 

The Chisaki told you to help hunt down Eijiro to unbalance Takara and the other powerhouses so it would be easier to kill them. 

“Hey, are you okay?” 

You look up. You’d been so wrapped up in your thoughts you hadn’t realized you were standing in the middle of the street, staring into space. 

“Oh, y-yeah. I’m fairly new to the area, and was just getting my bearings. I look like that when I’m concentrating.” 

Eijiro smiles. “Well, um, do you have a place to stay tonight?” He asks. 

You chuckle. “Yes. The tavern, for now.” 

“You should stay with me and my wife instead! She’d love you!” You act like you were surprised, but thanks to Chisaki you knew this was typical for Eijiro. 

He always strove to help those he could. Poor naive boy.

Well, it would provide you an in with your targets. “Oh, no. I couldn’t ask you to do that. Really, I’m fine. I’m asking around for jobs, and I’ve got plenty of money to last me till I got a steady job.” 

“It’s honestly no trouble. Takara would love to meet you.” You act like you were flattered and shyly accepting of the generous offer, and you could genuinely appreciate what this meant to him and his new wife. 

Chisaki had even told you of rumors about Takara and what would happen in around 6 months. 

You hope that rumor wasn’t true. You’d hate to make a child an orphan like you were before Chisaki snapped you up. 

“Oh! I just realized; I don’t know your name.” 

“Oh you’re right! And I don’t know yours, come to think of it.” You give the name you were told to use, Koi Dirisk. 

“Lovely name. I’m Eijiro Kirishima.” 

“Pleasure.” You shake hands and try not to think of the future too much.

=#=#=#=#=

“Darling, I’m home!” Eijiro calls, smiling broadly as he walks into the house. 

“Perfect time! That deer you got this morning is just about cooked.” Comes a female voice, approaching. 

Then, Takara comes into your view. She was...prettier than you thought she’d be. The description hadn’t done her justice, though you suppose that was either to avoid attachments or because the Chisaki were focused on the basics rather than her beauty. 

“Oh. Eijiro, you didn’t mention a friend.” She says and you can tell she’s surprised but not angry or about to throw you out. 

“She’s new to the area. Her name’s Koi. I offered to save her some money until she gets her feet under her.” Takara nods, smiling warmly at you and you feel your heart clench at the prospect of what will happen. You glance at her stomach as she walks over. It was starting to show, her pregnant belly. Just enough that you could confirm the rumors about Takara. 

“Well, alright. We’ll see what we can do.” The two of you shake hands and you almost feel sick at the thought of turning this young bride into a widow so soon after her nuptials. And the kid would grow up without their wonderful parents.

And yet, you had to do what Chisaki said, or you’d be the next victim of his awful magic, creating deadly spikes out of the ground or simply destroying the body from within. 

You’d been a witness in many executions now, and yet you hadn’t turned him in. You couldn’t. 

You subtly shake yourself as Takara offers to show you around and to your borrowed room. You had to play the part for now. 

The house was amazing, cozy and charming. The perfect place for a family, complete with a room for the upcoming child. 

As soon as the tour was over, Takara returned to the kitchen and finished the meal preparation. 

“So what brings you into town?” That question had come up fairly quickly as you ate dinner. 

“Ah you know; traveling the world, seeing the sights, getting some exploring done before it’s too late.” That was what Kai wanted you to say. You felt the food turn to dust and ashes in your mouth as you lied. 

This poor family would be torn apart and they had no idea. 

=#=#=#=#=

“You established contact with Kirishima?” 

“Yes.” You report in a small side room in a local tavern a day or so later. 

“Good. Does he trust you yet?” 

“Not sure. We’ve barely begun a friendship, much less trust at this stage. We’re going to do some magic practice later. That should help.” 

“Y/N, are you having second thoughts?” Kai asks suddenly, leaning over a little. 

“Not at all. I just noticed Takara Kirishima is in fact pregnant. She seems to be in the first trimester.” 

“Is that a problem?” You knew the right answer. 

“No. Just thought you should know.” 

“It’ll make it easier for us to take care of her when the time comes. Good work.” You nod, swallowing subtly. 

“Right. I’ll report to you again when I find the others in the group containing Izuku Midoriya.” Kai Chisaki nods, humming. 

“See that you do, Y/N.” 

“Yes, sir.” You reply, knowing the right answer.

=#=#=#=#=

Things only got worse as you were introduced to Izuku Midoriya. 

He was even dressed like a proper gentleman, acting so polite you felt your heart clench at having to look at him like an enemy, scanning for weakness. 

And so far, his main weakness was his easygoing, friendly, fairly trusting nature. Practically as soon as you were introduced to him, he was shaking your hand and talking about how ‘any friend of Eijiro and Takara’s is a friend of mine’. 

You wanted to throw up. How could these people trust you so easily? Didn’t they want to know more about you? 

So far, you’d been all but blindly taken in, asked the bare minimum of questions, and accepted as a new ally and friend by these people. 

You tried to just continue like nothing was wrong. 

=#=#=#=#=

“You sure know how to go on the offense there, Koi.” Izuku notes, smiling that damn warm smile of his as you two sparred. 

“Well, my instructor was a victim of assault. It made her paranoid, and she passed that on to me. She told me ‘end the fight before the tricks up their sleeves come out’.” 

Most of that was true. She was a victim of assault, but for being a villain, not in a random act of violence.

Izuku pauses. “That’s fair advice.” He concedes. “I wish I could help everyone, you know. It just doesn’t work that way sometimes.” 

“But when you see something, you do something, right?” 

“Of course.” 

“That’s all anyone can do, if they even decide to do anything.” You weren’t sure when you started getting emotional, but here you were. “Most people are too afraid.” 

“Well, yeah, but the ones that aren’t afraid can mean a life is saved and a villain is apprehended.” 

You weren’t sure, but you’d swear he was saying something between the lines. A subtle chill went down your spine. Did he know? Or was it just coincidence?

You couldn’t be sure, so you made a few solid excuses to avoid him for the next few days. You had to get your story straight in case you were questioned. 

Kai was pleased you were in contact with his next victim already, and had sparred with him. “Did he have any weaknesses in his fighting style that you noticed?” You shook your head. 

“Not many. He’s sharp as a sword and quick as a spooked rabbit. We’ll have to be quicker and hit harder.” 

“Excellent insight, as always, Y/N.” Kai smiles, curled finger lifting your chin to make you look at him. “You know you’re indispensable to me, dear. No one else has quite your ability to blend into any role I assign them.” 

You nod, forcing a smile. “I try, sir.”

“So get out there and keep trying.” You nod and leave, trying not to let your stormy emotions show. You were growing to hate this assignment with a fiery passion. 

You’d killed people and betrayed many others to their deaths, but never had you had to be a part of a man’s death with a pregnant wife. Normally, it was single people you dealt with. 

At night, you cried yourself to sleep as quietly as you could. Surely, there had to be some way to save Eijiro, Izuku, and their friends, right? 

You couldn’t think of anything and it was tearing you apart. You hated every mission you were sent on, but what choice did you have? Kai Chisaki had practically raised you, lording that over you to manipulate you into doing his bidding. 

Somehow, you had to save these people. 

Gods above, they were your age! How were you supposed to help kill them?! 

=#=#=#=#=

“Hey, are you okay?” Takara asks over breakfast. You probably looked like shit.

You spent too long crying and still looked like it. 

“Didn’t sleep much last night.” 

“Anything you care to talk about?” 

For a fleeting moment, you thought of saying ‘screw it’ and telling them the truth, but that was suicide and these people would die, anyway. “Not really. Sorry.” 

“No, that’s okay. It’s not easy opening up. I get it.” Takara assures you gently, smiling warmly at you. “Just know you got two ears whenever you need to talk to me, okay?” 

You fake a smile and continue eating. “I appreciate that.” Unfortunately, it didn’t spawn any plans to allow everyone in this scenario to survive. 

=#=#=#=#=

The cruelest part of Kai’s undercover assignments he gave you was the few weeks you were given to get to know the victims and earn enough of their trust that they’d follow you into the trap the Chisaki laid out for them. 

Usually, he talked you into hating the people by portraying himself as the victim, claiming these people betrayed him and left him no choice but to seek retribution. 

And you always took his side after all he’d done for you. 

But now...now you weren’t so sure.

How could killing people your age, who were just settling into life and starting families, be in any way a good thing, like Kai was claiming?

He’d just given you the week’s notice so you can get a plan for how and when you would lead the targets into a trap.

“Hey, are you okay?” Izuku asks, sitting beside you in the cool evening air atop a hill. About an hour ago, you’d probably have seen a gorgeous sunset if it weren’t for the tears going down your face. 

You subtly wipe them away. “Yeah. You?” He nods, gently wrapping his arm around your shoulder. Your cheeks flush a little. Izuku was so...genuine and friendly. 

He didn’t deserve to die. 

“I think I am. Did you come up here to watch the sunset?” He asks, and you can tell he knew precisely why you were here.

“Something like that.” You reply glumly. You’d gotten closer to Izuku over the few weeks you’d known him, and you hated yourself for getting so caught up in the part you were playing that you could almost forget why you wore the mask. 

Almost. 

“You know, I’ve always liked taking moments to just sit and...be myself. Everyone looks to me as a leader and I hate to let people down.” 

You nod. “So you only let yourself feel things when you’re alone.” You murmur. 

Izuku squeezes your shoulder gently. 

“You can be yourself around me, you know that, right?” You bite your lip. 

“I know.” It was the right answer...right? 

Izuku leans his head on yours, and you lose your train of thought. 

“You ever feel like we were destined to meet?” He asks. “I mean--um...not necessarily romantically, just- -I- -ah, not that I am opposed to that, Koi! I just- -crap I made it weird…” You laugh. 

“Izuku, I feel the same.” It wasn’t destiny, though; it was Kai. However, you couldn’t deny a feeling that beyond Kai, like maybe there was something there. You two seemed like strings being woven together for a tapestry. 

“Oh, good.” He chuckles nervously as you readjust yourself against his strong chest. “What I was trying to say is, um…” He clears his throat, “nothing’s gonna harm you. Not while I’m around…” He sings softly all of a sudden. 

You sigh. Even his voice was amazing. Honestly, given time, you may have fallen truly in love with him, but...he was a target of the Chisaki. 

There’s no way he’d survive. 

“I’m sorry. It’s something my mother would sing to me when I was little.” He apologizes. “It was dumb, I’m sorry.” You chuckle. Maybe, just for one night, you could let go and truly enjoy yourself. You snuggle up to Izuku. 

“No, no. Go on. I’m sorry.” 

Izuku starts over, and continues from there. “Demons are prowling everywhere, nowadays. I’ll send em howling, I don’t care. I got ways.” You smile, almost believing him. If he somehow, by some miracle, survived the week, you could see yourself maybe giving him a shot, regardless of the consequences. “No one’s gonna hurt you, no one’s gonna dare. Others can desert you. Not to worry! Whistle, I’ll be there! Demons will charm you with a smile, for a while, but in time...” That, you felt, was Izuku talking like he knew about Kai and your undercover work. In case he didn’t, you snuggle closer as if charmed by his words. And you were, but you were also a little wary. If he knew, it might mean danger for you, especially if Kai found out. “Nothing can harm you. Not while I’m around…” 

You two sit for a moment in silence, enjoying each other’s company.

Your heart ached to tell him everything while part of you knew better so you sat there, wondering what to do. It’s then you reach a decision.

Izuku was one of the most powerful magic wielders to date. If anyone stood a chance at saving himself and his friends, it was Izuku. But only if he knew it was coming. 

“Hey, um, Izuku..?” You begin, wondering how he would react. As long as he survived, though, it didn’t matter what he thought of you. You could rebuild trust eventually, but only if he survived. “I don’t want anything to harm you, either. Not...not while I’m around.” You weren’t singing, you were looking him in the eye. You had to do this. You knew it was the right thing to do. “I- -”

“Whatever it is, Koi, you can talk to me. I want to help you. Just tell me what you need to overcome.” You take a breath. “Koi, I won’t let anyone hurt you, I promise.” 

He had no idea...no idea you were about to shatter his perception of you. 

“I don’t want to hide anything from you…” You began. “But this...this is big.” Izuku perks up now that he’d started to crack at the armor you put around your secrets. He let you talk, his eyes betraying his eagerness to know more. You closed your eyes. “I...when I was young, maybe 6 or so, my village was attacked and burned by a villain group that was trying to get themselves started. For days afterward, I wandered around, homeless and an orphan…” You were shaking. You had never ever confided in anyone like this, and yet...you knew you had to keep going. Izuku’s warm, steady hand on yours helped ground you. You opened your eyes focused them on him and somehow found the strength to keep going. “And then someone took me in. I didn’t know it at first, but he was a villain. He wasn’t famous yet, and he hadn’t done anything flashy or impressive, but his magic was devastatingly powerful and he had convinced many people to join him.” Izuku’s eyes go wide. 

He could fill in a few blanks just fine, but he kept his mouth shut, afraid Koi would stop talking if he dared utter a word. 

“He told me his name was Kai Chisaki and he wanted me to be his spy, his little chameleon. I’ve been sent on many assignments, I’ve done so many horrible things to people, but I always thought Kai was right. He always made me think it was the right thing to do.” Tears formed in your eyes. Izuku hadn’t said a word. You didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing but you kept going. “But this time, for the first time, he made me go undercover with people my age, just starting out in life. I...I’ve grown to like you all a lot, even that barbarian king. You all accepted me with hardly any questions and Takara’s pregnant, and...and I can’t keep going on like I don’t know what’s coming. I made up the story about King Toshinori, and about my eavesdropping on those villains. It was a cover so I could remain a chameleon without you and Eijiro and the others ever suspecting I was the leak. You’d be ambushed and dealt with quickly so you’d stop interfering with Kai’s plans.” 

You swallow. You’d done the hardest part, now you had convince him that you wanted to help him survive and protect him. “Now, I want to help you, Izuku! I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner! It’s just...Kai is terrifying! I know that’s no excuse, but…” You take a breath before you broke down in tears. “I don’t want the Chisaki to kill you or your friends. I...I want to protect you and make sure nothing harms you! I promise I’ll do my best to protect you and everyone else!” At this point, you couldn’t hold the tears back anymore. You tried not to be overdramatic, so you took deep breaths to steady yourself. “I understand if you don’t want anything to do with me, Izuku. Just know that I will protect you, no matter what. I’ll do what I can to make up for what I’ve done.” 

You stood there, trembling as you waited for his reaction. 

Izuku was stunned. He’d had had his suspicions about you from the time you avoided him for a few days. He checked on your excuses and they didn’t quite pan out, but he always thought maybe he was wrong. Now...he knew he was right. There was more to you then meets the eye. 

But at least you had come forward and confessed in time to ensure everyone survived. That was what was important. 

While he was hurt that you’d only joined his group as a ploy to kill him, he knew if he didn’t do something to make sure you knew he wouldn’t abandon you, he’d lose you and you’d think he hated you. 

And that wasn’t true at all. In fact, it was the opposite. He’d grown very fond of you and was proud that you were coming forward and warning him about the impending ambush. 

This way, he could be prepared and deal with the villains while still maintaining Koi- -or whatever your name was; Koi was likely a cover- -’s cover before you were found out and killed for your betrayal. Izuku knew Kai wouldn’t take kindly to his spy revealing herself to the enemy, much less getting so attached to them. 

“So...what’s your real name?” He asks, giving you a small smile. 

Your eyes go wide. You hadn’t expected that reaction at all.

Izuku didn’t seem to hate you for your role in Chisaki’s plan. At least, not right now. 

You wipe your eyes. “W-what?” 

“What’s your name?” He repeats, smiling at you. “I’m guessing Koi isn’t your real name.”

Hardly knowing how to feel, you let out a nervous chuckle. “N-no, it’s not. I’m, uh...Y/N.” You murmur, unsure how to take Izuku’s reaction. 

Izuku’s smile goes wider and he holds out a hand as he stands. “Well then, Y/N, we’ve got work to do if we’re gonna survive the attack from the Chisaki group. C’mon.” 

You hesitate, then take the hand, letting him help you up. “Izuku...I don’t know...I don’t want everyone to know and hate me.” 

“Trust me, they’ll be thrilled you joined our side against someone like Kai Chiaski and want to help them survive. Eijiro will side with you, I know it.” 

“Katsuki will kill me…” You moan, suddenly remembering the barbarian’s temper and explosive magic he could barely control. Those factors combined sent a chill down your spine. But maybe you deserved it for befriending them under such treacherous circumstances.

“I’ll handle Katsuki. He’ll be happy as long as he has villains to fight.” 

While you appreciate the thought of Izuku convincing Katsuki to not kill you, you knew it was a long shot at best.

“I’ll be one of those villains.” 

“No you won’t.” He assures you. “Y/N, trust me. I’ll talk to him. I know how to handle the barbarian king. You just need to talk to Todoroki and Momo, and we’ll get a plan together.” 

Shakily, you nod. “I...I guess, yeah. Yeah, I’ll do that.”

“Nothing’s gonna harm you, Y/N.” Izuku says, leaning his forehead against yours. “Not while I’m around. I promised, didn’t I?” 

You try to believe him as you walk back into town, hand in hand. 

There were so many unknowns going through your head, but one thing was for sure; you and Izuku were going to figure it out together. 

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I'M GONNA DO IT TO EM' ALL ASKS THAT YOU REBLOG TONIGHT TILL 10 AM TOMORROW.... DO THEM!!!!

Hey, you had to do it to ‘em! Here they are starting with the most recent.

“Weird asks that say a lot”

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Coffee mugs because you can use them for everything. Teacups are too small for a proper cuppa.

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

Chocolate bars always.

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

Bubblegum, which I miss so much. I haven’t had it in over 2 years bc of my braces

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

I didn’t go to public school but all the adults who dealt with me said I was sociable and tried to get everyone to do the group projects but no one listened so I ended up sitting alone reading and quietly doing the project.

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

Glass BOTTLES make it taste superior.

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

Pastel boho preppy goth best describes my style.

7. earbuds or headphones?

Earbuds, but only rubber tipped ones. The plastic ones never fit in my ears. Also headphones never cover my whole ear right. :/

8. movies or tv shows?

TV shows keep my attention span better.

9. favorite smell in the summer?

Brewing thunderstorms.

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

None. But trampoline if I had to pick.

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

Scrambled eggs, peanut butter toast, and some kind of fruit.

12. name of your favorite playlist?

My main one is Things You Love. My one for writing is Queen And Country, and my other two favorites are Summer Songs and A Queen Knows How To Fight A War.

13. lanyard or key ring?

Key ring, lanyards get in the way.

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

Swedish Fish or Sour Patch Kids.

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

OH MAN. To Kill A Mockingbird, The Great Gatsby, Fahrenheit 451, The Grapes Of Wrath, and The Handmaid’s Tale were definitely my top 5 in English class.

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

Curled up sideways in an armchair with my legs slung over the arm. Sitting normally sucks.

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

Either pair of my black boots, or my pink floral Skechers that I wear to work.

18. ideal weather?

60 degrees, cloudy, windy, with a chance of rain.

19. sleeping position?

On my right side, arms around a fluffy pillow, one leg out straight and the other drawn up with my knee to my chest.

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

Laptop. I’m trying to exercise my hand and wrist so I don’t tire as quick of notebook writing, though.

21. obsession from childhood?

History, Nancy Drew books, Harry Potter, and ghost stories.

22. role model?

The person I am but don’t think I am.

23. strange habits?

Pulling my shirt collar up over my nose and mouth/putting it in my mouth and chewing on it.

24. favorite crystal?

Amethyst, my birthstone! Close second is blue goldstone. (Have you ever seen it? It looks like the universe. I have a worrystone made of blue goldstone and it’s one of my prized possessions.)

25. first song you remember hearing?

Something from church probably. Outside of church probably one of these: If I Had A Hammer // Peter, Paul and Mary, Puff The Magic Dragon // Peter, Paul and Mary, Scarborough Fair // Simon & Garfunkel, The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald // Gordon Lightfoot.

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Sit in the shade.

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

Drink tea, read, and play either Pokemon or Nancy Drew and the Clue Benders Society on my 3DS.

28. five songs to describe you?

The Pines // Roses & Revolutions, I Am Here // Pink, Walk Me Home // Pink, Call Home // Heathers (not the musical), Traveler’s Song // Aviators

29. best way to bond with you?

Talk to me about history, crime, musicals, books, or tv shows

30. places that you find sacred?

Natural swamps. Libraries. Old, overgrown gardens. Anywhere historic. Pine forests at dusk. Anywhere under a clear night sky.

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

A plaid shirt, black leggings, and black boots with dark neutral lipstick and a black choker.

32. top five favorite vines?

Fre she vocado, BENTLEY NOOOOO, uhhh I sure hope it does, the one of Lin Manuel-Miranda trying to brainstorm, and this bitch empty YEEt

33. most used phrase in your phone?

Idk how to find this out

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

Idk if this is just a local thing here but WOW ITS NATURESTONE

35. average time you fall asleep?

12-1 nowadays.

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

I can haz cheezburger

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

Depends. Suitcase for things like my laptop that are better protected than in a duffel bag, but duffel bag otherwise because they’re easier to carry.

38. lemonade or tea?

TEAAAAA

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Both please

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

My house? We had a safe word when we did math. It was “quokka.” If we got overwhelmed we’d say it and then stop and look at pictures of quokkas.

41. last person you texted?

My friend and coworker.

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

Jacket pockets.

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

Cardigan or hoodie

44. favorite scent for soap?

Lavender

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

Fantasy. It takes me a bit to get into fantasy books usually, but sci-fi is hard to follow and superhero is mostly predictable.

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

Fuzzy pants and a t shirt

47. favorite type of cheese?

Muenster, parmesan, or goat cheese

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

Raspberry

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

“I have no country to fight for. My country is the earth, and I am a citizen of this world.” - Eugene V. Debs

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

A weird local political ad a couple years back.

51. current stresses?

My recent breakup, an overnight shift I work on Wednesday night, and trying to find time to go out to a corn maze with my friend.

52. favorite font?

Baskerville or Georgia.

53. what is the current state of your hands?

Covered in small cuts and scrapes from work, nails picked short, black nail polish mostly peeled off.

54. what did you learn from your first job?

babysitting job: Kids suck never have more than one. Retail job: being on your fee it hardddd

55. favorite fairy tale?

Beauty and the Beast or Rapunzel

56. favorite tradition?

Looking at Halloween decorations

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

Cutting, being manipulated by my dad, and letting other people make me believe I wasn’t good enough (still working on that one)

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

Writing, puzzle-solving, singing, and calligraphy

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“Oh shit waddup”

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

One of those preppy gothic private school animes with a dark secret lurking around the corner

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

Book: “Ignoring isn’t the same as ignorance. You have to work at it.” - The Handmaid’s Tale. Movie: “It’s not about deserve. It’s about what you believe. And I believe in love.” - Wonder Woman. TV Show: “I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself.” - Doctor Who.

62. seven characters you relate to?

Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Remus Lupin, Richard Gansey III, Blue Sargent, Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury.

63. five songs that would play in your club?

Same five that I said describe me.

64. favorite website from your childhood?

Webkinz and the old American Girl site circa 2009.

65. any permanent scars?

One down my chest from heart surgery as a baby, lots from self harm on my arms/legs, some on my left knee from falling as a kid, and one on the back of my right heel from being pecked by a goose at the fair when I was 11.

66. favorite flower(s)?

Sunflowers, roses, and dahlias.

67. good luck charms?

Myself.

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

Ranch anything.

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

Jellyfish have no brains and no heart.

70. left or right handed?

I’m third generation left handed!

71. least favorite pattern?

Vertical stripes.

72. worst subject?

Math.

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

Wendy’s fries and chocolate frosty.

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

7. Usually I just ignore it because I have a “high pain tolerance” (which means I like to put myself through minor pains because I think I deserve it)

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

Age 5. I was trying to blow up an inflatable ball and it came out.

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

ALL POTATOES EXCEPT POTATO SALAD

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

Violets.

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

Neither, both suck equally.

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

Never had a school id so I guess the license

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

Earth tones for me

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

...They are literally the same thing

82. pc or console?

PC

83. writing or drawing?

Writing. I absolutely cannot draw.

84. podcasts or talk radio?

Podcasts, talk radio is so obnoxious.

84. barbie or polly pocket?

Barbie. The clothes are easier to take on and off. I used to accidentally rip polly pocket clothes all the time.

85. fairy tales or mythology?

Mythology. I like it because it explains things, it’s creation stories, its origins. Fairy tales are just fantasies or cautionary tales.

86. cookies or cupcakes?

Cookies.

87. your greatest fear?

Rejection, drowning, and clowns.

88. your greatest wish?

To be a semi-successful author and historian.

89. who would you put before everyone else?

My mom.

90. luckiest mistake?

Not succeeding in killing myself!

91. boxes or bags?

Bags.

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

Dim lamps if they have yellow bulbs. I hate white lights. And also fairy lights yes please.

93. nicknames?

Ellie, Ell, Little Lion, Lioness.

94. favorite season?

FALLLLL

95. favorite app on your phone?

Tumblr, Spotify, or Instagram.

96. desktop background?

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

6.

98. favorite historical era?

Revolutionary War-era America or late Victorian England.

THIS GOT REALLY LONG AND I DONT WANNA HIT THE TEXT BLOCK LIMIT SO IMMA DO ALL THE HALLOWEEN ONES SEPARATELY, MAYBE IN THE MORNING.

[hollowedrpg]

CONGRATULATIONS, LINDSEY! — You’ve been accepted for the role of Arthur Weasley. I’m so happy to have an Arthur again so soon. He’s extremely important for some upcoming plots, and you do him such justice. I loved the way you write his relationship with Molly, and I can’t wait to see Arthur on the dash. 

Thank you so much for applying. Please create your account and send in the link, track the right tags, and follow everyone on the follow list. Welcome to Hollowed Souls!

ooc.

name: lindsey

age: 24

preferred pronouns: she/her

timezone: cst

activity: to be honest, i’m not completely sure. i graduated from college (LITERALLY!) yesterday. lol so i can say that i will probably be extremely active as i have a ridiculous amount of time on my hands all of the sudden

how do you feel about your character dying?: i’m fine with it as long as i’m not getting the boot! although i would absolutely love to see molly’s return/discover that she’s actually dead before that point

anything else?: my graduation trip starts tomorrow and i will be gone until the 14th, but emily referred me here and i wanted to apply for arthur before he got snatched up! i can be around on mobile in the evenings until i return, and am happy to. i hope this doesn’t hinder my acceptance at all, but of course i completely understand if it does. if you need to, you can wait to make the decision until the 14th. thank you for understanding either way!

ic details.

full name: Arthur William Weasley

He admired his father from afar, struggling his whole life to feel heard and valued when his tongue always seemed to feel thick and twisted in his mouth. Their relationship was never perfect, but when Arthur had his first son, it seemed natural to pass down the name that was also his.

date of birth: 6 February, 1952

It had been snowing the day Arthur was born. He knew this because in the haste to get his wife to the hospital, William Weasley left their house without shoes on his feet. “Almost lost a toe, I did.” It was a story he grew up hearing, met in later life with eye rolls and sighs of irritation. It wasn’t until he experienced his pregnant wife going into labor in the middle of the night himself that he empathized with the panic he knew all too well.

former hogwarts house: Gryffindor.

Until he met Molly Prewett, Arthur would tell you it never completely made sense to him - why he was sorted into Gryffindor. He couldn’t get words out under the slightest amount of pressure, why would anyone think he could Roar with the Lions? Perhaps it was a sort of Grandfather Clause. He did, in fact, come from an exceedingly long line of Gryffindors. Did the Sorting Hat take pity on him and place him where his parents could finally feel some pride in their only son? Maybe. But then the day came that he tried to voice this fact and the response he got was instant. She came through a crowd like a bolt of lightning (shoving a few innocent bystanders to get to him) and looked up into his face with a look of angered determination. She told him he didn’t have to be loud to be brave. He pointed out the truth that she was quite noisy, herself. To this, Molly Prewett broke out in a grin that (though maybe a tad dramatic) Arthur would swear changed the course of his life indefinitely, and called him funny. And bold. Bold to call her, the argumentative eleven year old than she was, noisy. “See,” she’d said. “A Gryffindor.”

sexuality: straight, but with a jealous admiration for his sex.

gender/pronouns: cisgendered male, he/him

face claim change: no change! Sam Claflin is a lil peach.

more.

how do you interpret this character’s personality? how will you play them? include two weaknesses & two strengths.

Arthur is a quiet man with many thoughts, but few words. His intellect says nothing of his verbiage and though he doesn’t say much, his eyes tell all. There is a slight wonder that had he not been cursed with an abnormal tongue, he might not have had such telling looks. It is just that, however, a mere curiosity for he has no lasting desire to change who he is. Despite his earlier insecurities, he has come to accept himself for all his faults.

The true Gryffindor in Arthur Weasley came to light when he became a father in a world ravaged by war. He wanted to fight for his children, the woman he loves - the family that never questions his worth but sees him as wholly better than he could ever see himself. Everything clicked into place the first time he found himself face-to-face with someone who knew him from their days in school, someone who knew the jibes that would hurt him, and that he had a wife and children back home. He couldn’t place them behind the mask, but they knew his youngest son’s name. “Charlie, was it?” And something in Arthur snapped. He hadn’t realized just how protective he was of the things he considered precious until that moment, but it made perfect sense. What good is a father if he’s not willing to kill or be killed for his loved ones?

Part of the consuming love Arthur has for his family comes from the love he never really had for himself. In his youth, he didn’t care about it. He never focused on self-loathing, but neither did he see any good within himself. That is, as it always is, until Molly came blazing into his life, cementing her position to his left side. When he discovered that she reciprocated his love for her, he admired her all the more. How could she? But she was the smartest person he had ever met, so he wouldn’t dare question it - lest she realize she could do so much better than little old him.

The worry is consuming. He spends his entire day thinking. The gears in his brain churn faster than they ever have, taking his soul and ripping it to pieces. Is Molly still alive? Is she being tortured? Is she at peace, wherever she is? Did she realize how grand her life could be a simply fly the coop that disastrous day? He knows that last one is a bit off the rails, but when his mind is going, Arthur is lost to stop it. Bill might be off safely tucked inside Hogwarts Castle but the rest of his children are with him in Godric’s Hollow. At ten-years-old, Charlie, his most adventurous spawn, gets restless and likes to run off at odd times, causing Arthur’s heart to skip furtive beats. He’s never that far off, usually closely examining stray animals that want nothing to do with him, but Arthur fears one day he’ll be just beyond his reach in the midst of a tragedy (not unlike his mother was). Percy, who is six, is wise beyond his years and stays close to his father as if he can sense the anxiety distance brings. It is young Percy’s help that keeps Arthur from losing his mind over his rambunctious twins, who are barely four and already rebellious. His youngest song, Ron, who has entered the Terrible Twos, clings to Arthur whenever he is awake, making it rather difficult to give his six-month-old (and only daughter) the proper attention she needs. The worry never stops, the change in his daytime routine doing nothing to change that. The only time the young but aging father feels an ounce of serenity is when all the kids are asleep.

how has the war affected this character, emotionally and otherwise?

In her absence, he sees her. Like a ghost, she hovers beside him in his loneliest moments. Molly, the greatest love of his life, reduced to a figment of his imagination. When he longs for her uplifting presence the most, she appears. The first few times, she didn’t say anything. She simply left him stunned, staring at her like he really had seen a ghost. These little visits left him haunted for days. He couldn’t sleep but neither could he bring himself to leave the bed they once shared. His mother stayed with the kids, taking care of them in both their parents’ absences. He thought it meant that she must be dead, but a bigger part of him refused to believe that. This wasn’t her genuine ghost. They had been so connected for years. He knew how she was feeling before he even entered the house after work night after night for years. Surely if she was really and truly dead, he would feel it in his soul. Then he’d managed to ask her what to do aloud, and suddenly she replied. He peered up from the deep pit of sheets their bed had become and took in the insufficient image of his missing wife. “Get up,” she had said, and though it didn’t sound exactly like her, he knew what she wanted. Even as a sad duplicate of the real thing, she wouldn’t let him neglect her children - their children.

where does this character currently stand? with those who wish to hide in godric’s hollow until the war ends, with those who wish to rebuild the order and continue fighting the war, or on neither side? why?

With Molly missing, how is Arthur managing taking care of his children and continuing to be a part of the Order? Does he feel like he should remain a part of the Order?

These questions go hand-in-hand, so I grouped my answer to one longer explanation; I hope that’s okay!

Arthur gathered up his children, said goodbye to his quickly aging parents, and moved to Godric’s Hollow. Lupin had a point. They’d be hiding in plain sight because no one in their right mind would expect them to go where so much darkness remained. Dumbledore promised there would be Hogwarts-level protection on the village to ward off any more disaster. It felt like the smartest thing to do. The draw to continue fighting is there, but he has to think of his kids first. Their safety comes far before his own and the more his soul tells him to fight, the more he considers doing the hardest thing and sending them somewhere far away where they wouldn’t have to be a part of any of it. Time isn’t healing her absence, it is making it harder for Arthur to keep himself together. If he fights, will he finally find her? Will he uncover the truth, that maybe (God willing) she’s alive somewhere? And if she is, what torture could she possibly be enduring? Perhaps it’s better to hope that she’s dead, but the selfish side of Arthur knows what a fighter his wife is - and how lost he might be without her permanently. He remains a part of the Order in the hopes that he will be the first to hear of her whereabouts, determined not to give up just yet. He stays so that the concern and the kids don’t consume him completely. It’s not out of duty anymore. It has nothing to do with wanting a better life for his children. He needs to be the first to know when they finally reveal his biggest fear - that Molly Weasley is dead.

extra.

An extension of the Worry weakness;

Arthur tucks Percy into his sheets and lays a kiss to his sons head, says goodnight to Charlie who doodles in a journal in his adjourning bed across the room. As he leaves the room, he shuts off the light and pulls the door until it is almost closed. Through the crack in the door, he can see the dim yellow light of Charlie’s flashlight. He smiles because he can see his son in his minds’ eye, light tucked beneath his chin, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrates on drawing whatever strange animal he’s dreamed of the night before. In the next room, Arthur has to tell Fred and George to lay down and go to sleep, as he catches them playing in the dark. Fred leans over the top bunk, his small head upside down as he tries to grab the stuffed animal his brother, who is still laying on his back on the bottom bunk, has in his outstretched arm. Ron, in the lowered crib on the other side of the room, stirs restlessly. Arthur tucks the twins in tight, thinking he might invest in restraints - a joke that would’ve made Molly laugh boisterously, had she been there to hear it. He crosses the room to Ron and pulls the blanket up over his shoulders, tucking his stuffed rabbit into his small arms. His hand lingers on the warmth of his sons forehead - does he have a fever? If he does, they all will by in the morning and then Arthur will be dealing with six sick children for the next week. If Molly were there, they’d take it in stages, letting the other rest in the interim. It’s nearly impossible to deal with that many sick kids at one time, each needing something at different times through the day and night until they are back to normal. Arthur heaves a sigh and wanders out of the room, hoping the warmth came from a deep sleep and not an impending epidemic. He goes into his own bedroom at the end of the hall where a crib is pushed against the end of his bed - they couldn’t afford a four bedroom house, especially not with Arthur working half the time he used to.

He plops down on the corner of the bed, sleep pulling at his brain, begging his eyelids to close and he hears it. From inside the crib comes the slightest gurgling noise. He peels his eyes open and leans sideways to look over the bars. His small daughter is awake inside her bed, quite content with chewing on her wet fist. Her small feet kick at the air, her eyes blinking up at the mobile above her. It has little twinkling stars with reflective mirrors and colorful ribbons hanging from it. Arthur feels his throat tighten at the sight of her. The slight hair on her head curls like her mothers, her big, almond-shaped eyes are Molly’s precise color. She’s beautiful. Arthur heaves a deep, exhausted sigh and lays back on his bed, legs bent at the knees with his feet still on the floor. For the briefest of moments, he hadn’t been worried. He said goodnight to all of his children and reveled in the quiet. But the thought of Molly brings on a whole new wash of agony and he closes his eyes, pressing the heels of his hands into them. He would fall asleep just like that, sleeping deeply until the twins awoke him in the early hours of the morning already full of energy and ready to take on the day. But for a moment before sleep and a minute after waking up, he’d stop worry and simply lived.

[narumi-gens]

Weary Hearts Dazai Osamu/Reader Chapter 3 - Out of the Frying Pan

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Dazai felt lighter than air as he walked through the bustling Yokohama street. With a small folder under his arm and what could only be described as a spring in his step, he whistled to himself some nameless song that had been stuck in his head since that morning. It had been awhile since he had felt this good and his mood could be traced to a missing girl connected to two murders and the thin folder under his arm.

Yes. He felt good. So good in fact, that he’d decided to put off his planned suicide until he could see this chase through to the end. Once the game was over and he had caught you, then he would finally take his own life. But for the first time in a long while, he had something immediate worth living for.

But he was jarred from his daze when someone bumped into him, the force enough to cause the folder to slip from under his arm. With reflexes that could only be honed through years of training and practice, he managed to catch it before the folder’s contents could scatter across the sidewalk.

Of course, his movements carried the same dramatic flair as was usual, the file bouncing from hand to hand as he exaggerated the possibility that he might drop it. Once he had the file back in hand, he let out a loud sigh of relief and placed a hand over his heart.

“That was close,” he said happily to himself and he quickly flipped through the papers inside of the folder, ensuring that he hadn’t lost any in the scramble.

“Sorry,” a girl’s voice—the voice of the person who had run into him—murmured and Dazai looked up just in time to see the girl slip into the crowd. The playfulness disappeared from Dazai’s features as he lost track of her amongst the throng of people.

His eyes narrowed fractionally before he shrugged dismissively. At this point, there was nothing to be done and so he continued on his way, turning his mind back to the chase he was on and letting his excitement carry him the rest of the way to Lupin.

As he descended the stairs into the bar, he found himself whistling again, his earlier mood having returned in full force. Odasaku was already seated at the bar, a glass of whiskey placed in front of him. He looked up curiously and raised an eyebrow at his friend.

“You seem in an exceptionally good mood,” he noted and Dazai gave him a cheerful smile in return as he sat down at his side. A moment later, a glass of whiskey was set down in front of him by the old bartender.

Rather than replying, Dazai began to hum the melody he had originally been whistling and set his folder onto the bartop before sliding it to Odasaku. Odasaku looked at it blankly for a moment before picking it up so that he could leaf through its contents.

“What’s this?” he asked, pausing for a moment on the picture of you that Arata had sent him—the one of your blood-stained face.

“My next project,” Dazai hummed happily, picking up his drink and taking a sip. Odasaku could immediately see what had captured Dazai’s interest as he read over the police report on the death of a boy named Iwasaki Eiji.

“‘Drowned in his own blood’?” Odasaku read aloud, the confusion evident in his voice. One couldn’t be a member of the Port Mafia without hearing of odd deaths, but this had to be one of the more remarkable ones that Odasaku had come across. Especially when he turned the page and saw the crime scene photos, the bed that was covered in blood. “What, this girl did that?”

He flipped back to the photo at the front and couldn’t stop the wave of pity that washed over him as he looked at your image. Whatever hopes of a normal life you had went out the window the moment this boy had died.

“That’s not all…” Dazai teased, capturing Odasaku’s attention and he returned where he had left off, flipping past the crime scene photos until he stopped at a still that had been printed out from a security camera. The image was slightly grainy, but it was clear enough for him to make out what was happening.

A middle-aged man had you bent forward over the hood of a car as he stood right behind you. Odasaku frowned heavily when he saw that your pants were down at your ankles. He flipped the photo and his eyes widened at the next image. The man from the first picture was lying face-up in a pool of his own blood, which was also splattered across the white hood of the car.

“She did this?” he asked as his eyes continued to absorb the details before turning to the next photo.

“Yep. The cop was on the payroll. He was supposed to hand her over but when I went to pick her up, this was what I found,” Dazai replied and Odasaku glanced up to see that rather than dismay at the girl having disappeared, a sincere smile had formed on his lips.

“And you haven’t found her yet?” Odasaku’s brow furrowed in confusion and he saw Dazai shake his head in his periphery. “Shouldn’t have been too hard, should it? She would have been drenched in his blood.”

“Turn the page.” Dazai’s words came out in a sing-song tone and when Odasaku saw the next photo, an impressed smile found its way onto his own lips. It was another still captured from CCTV footage of you walking alone into a love hotel. The picture was stapled to a credit card statement in Arata’s name showing a charge from the establishment. “She rented a room at a love hotel.”

“Smart,” Odasaku noted. “Shower and a bed. No interactions with staff. Cheap. By-the-hour. Discreet entrances. No one would have noticed her.”

Dazai hummed in agreement. When Odasaku flipped the page, he was surprised to find nothing else. He looked up in confusion at his friend.

“You don’t have anything else on her?” He turned back to the credit card statement and looked at the date of the love hotel transaction. “It’s been a week.”

Dazai let out a noise of frustration at the reminder, but something about it sounded slightly false. Odasaku looked at him for a long moment before he realized what it was. Dazai was enjoying this. He liked that the chase had become a challenge.

“The last thing I have on her is that the day after she killed the cop, she pawned his watch and wedding ring. She got a decent price in cash, which unfortunately means the paper trail ends,” he sighed, slouching forward against the bar dejectedly.

“This is Yokohama. She can’t just go missing from the Port Mafia in this town,” Odasaku pointed out. “Someone will find her and it won’t be long before they do.”

Dazai dropped his head forward until his face was pressed against the surface of the bar and gave a dramatic groan.

“And then all the fun would be gone,” he complained, his words coming out slightly muffled as he spoke into the wooden bartop. He then turned his head to the side without lifting it up and looked at Odasaku and the man saw something dark in Dazai’s eyes. “No, no one else in the Port Mafia will be looking for her. I’ve made sure of that.”

Odasaku merely raised an eyebrow before returning his attention to the folder, flipping back towards the front where a short section on your background had been written on one of the pages. His eyes skimmed over the information.

Born and raised in a small, fishing town. Parents dead. Raised by your grandfather. Taken in by your aunt in Yokohama when he died. Exemplary student. And…

“‘Winner and two-time runner-up of the National Youth Go Tournament’?” Odasaku read, surprise lacing his tone. He looked over to Dazai and the corner of his lip turned upwards in a smirk. “No wonder she’s got you beat.”

Before Dazai could argue, the sound of footsteps approaching caused the pair to look up and see the final member of their trio climbing down the stairs to the bar.

“Ango,” Odasauke greeted, Ango returning it genially—or at least as genially as Ango could really be. He then turned to Dazai who was still slumped forward in distress.

“Did I interrupt something?” he asked, taking the seat to Dazai’s left. He then made a gesture for the bartender to make his usual.

“Just a discussion on the difficulty of playing cat-and-mouse with a talented Go player,” Dazai sighed heavily before pouting petulantly. “They’re too far-seeing and can make too many calculations.”

Odasaku looked at Dazai thoughtfully for a moment.

“Are you any good at Go?” he asked the executive and Dazai shrugged as he sat back up properly, his posture still remaining slouched.

“I can play,” he replied modestly and both Odasaku and Ango scoffed simultaneously. Dazai may complain about the calculating nature of Go players, but with how much he thought through each plan before taking action, there was no doubt that he excelled at the game of strategy.

“You think you could beat her?” Odasaku asked, tossing the file back in front of Dazai and pointing to the picture of you—the same picture of your blood-stained face that Dazai had already spent countless hours looking at.

Dazai picked it up and examined it carefully, almost as if this were the first time he had done so. Finally, his lips formed a dark smirk and he slid the picture into the inside pocket of his jacket.

“I guess we’ll find out when I catch her,” he replied before taking a satisfied sip of his whiskey. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers and turned to Ango with a look of smug joy. “And you! It’s time for you to pay up!”

Ango dropped his head back with an annoyed groan. Dazai laughed at the reaction and held out his hand expectantly.

“What’s this?” Odasaku interrupted curiously.

“Ango here was foolish enough to bet that I couldn’t get an assassin stupid enough to get himself caught to talk,” Dazai grinned triumphantly, answering on behalf of Ango when the man in question ignored Odasaku to grumble under his breath in displeasure as he pulled out his wallet.

Counting out the money he owed, Ango slapped the folded bills into Dazai’s palm, making Dazai laugh again. However, Dazai’s laughter slowly died down when he reached into his pocket and found his wallet missing. Confused, he checked his remaining pockets, only to turn up empty.

“Something wrong?” Odasaku asked, watching Dazai’s movements and the executive was quiet for a moment before he burst into laughter so unexpectedly that it caught both Odasaku and Ango by surprise.

“Dazai?” Ango cautiously ventured. Despite being used to Dazai’s odd behavior, this seemed like something else entirely. Dazai tried to explain, only to burst out into another fit of laughter that had both Odasaku and Ango exchanging confused looks behind Dazai’s back.

Eventually, his laughter seemed to die down and when he looked at Ango, the man was taken aback by the pure joy on Dazai’s face

“I was pickpocketed,” he finally managed to tell them, a wide smile on his lips.

Ango’s features immediately scrunched up in confusion.

“Somebody pickpocketed you?” Ango asked, clearly bewildered by the notion. “And you let them?”

Dazai suddenly remembered the girl who had bumped into him less than an hour ago. Had his clumsy act left him vulnerable? He hadn’t even felt her fingers in his pocket. Before he could ruminate on the interaction any longer, a slip of paper was placed in front of him on the bartop.

Blinking owlishly, he looked at the bill before his gaze travelled up to the bartender to see the old man’s eyes twinkling in amusement, clearly having heard Dazai’s predicament. Odasaku and Ango laughed at the man’s perfect timing and the playfully distraught look on Dazai’s face.

“Good thing you won your bet with Ango,” Odasaku noted with a sly grin on his face, making Dazai laugh again. And despite Ango’s scoff at the joke at his expense, even he couldn’t fully stop the way the corner of his lips twitched upwards.

You frowned as you searched the leather wallet in your hands. Its owner had been wearing a nice suit, one that looked expensive. You had hoped that it would be reflected by the amount of cash you would find once you had stolen his wallet. Instead, other than the two, thousand-yen bills, there was nothing.

No form of ID, no credit cards, nothing. At least, until you searched it one last time and found a folded slip of paper that was slightly peeking out. Curiously, you pulled it out and opened it, only to immediately furrow your brow in confusion at what was written on it.

Death by train (lie on the tracks?)

Drowning (the bay or the river?)

Poison (pro: poetic, con: easily cured)

Jumping (how high does building need to be?)

Hanging (need to be careful, could end in paralysis instead of death)

“What?” you asked yourself in confusion, rereading the short, numbered list in an futile effort to understand what had been written. You flipped the paper over, looking for some sort of explanation only to find nothing. Who took the time to sit down and list ways to die?

Perhaps you should have known. Despite the expensive suit, the guy had been covered in bandages. From what could be inferred from the list in your hands as well as their placement, they were probably due to failed attempts to take his own life.

“Doesn’t matter,” you mumbled, pocketing the cash before tossing the wallet into the nearest trash bin. You’d need to find someone else to target.

You had been trying to limit how many people you had been stealing from. The last thing you wanted was for an increased police presence due to a sudden rash of complaints about pickpocketing.

But you didn't need that much more. You’d been doing this for almost a full week by now. Just a little more money and you would be able to afford to leave Yokohama for good with enough money to get by on until you could find somewhere new to start over. Just a little bit more and you could leave this all behind. It would all become some terrible memory that you could force yourself to forget in time.

You could feel your desperation warring with recklessness. You suddenly heard your grandfather’s voice again.

“You see why you lost? It’s because you felt like I was closing in on you in this part of the board and you got reckless. There’s a time to be bold, but only when it’s the right time.”

You remembered when he had given you that piece of advice. At the time, you had rolled your eyes at the cryptic words and sarcastically asked him to clarify what the “right time” was. He had given you a light smack to the back of the head for that one.

“The line between boldness and and recklessness is a fine one, my most beloved and ungrateful granddaughter. Don’t stray over it into the latter.”

Your fingers began to twitch at your sides anxiously. You needed to get out of Yokohama.

That last thought echoed in your head, eclipsing the wisdom that your grandfather had tried to impart to you.

‘Just a little more,’ you repeated to yourself.

As you returned to looking at the crowd to find another target, a man in a suit caught your eye. He looked to be in his late-twenties or early-thirties and was muttering something under his breath. He looked upset. More importantly, he looked distracted.

You watched him with hawkish eyes as he walked along the sidewalk. Every so often, he would bump into someone in the crowd and still he remained distracted by whatever was on his mind. Your fingers drummed against your thigh, already prepared to be nimble. Looking ahead of him, you realized that he was headed for an intersection and would have to wait for the pedestrian signal to change in order to cross.

That was your opportunity.

Taking a deep breath to steady your remaining nerves, you slowly made your way towards him, closing the distance between the two of you until you were standing behind him at the intersection.

You glanced up at him discreetly one final time, making sure that he was still distracted before you slipped your fingers into his pocket and smoothly pulled out his wallet. It felt thicker than the last wallet you had stolen and you smiled to yourself. The pedestrian signal changed colors, directing you to begin crossing the street and you wasted no time in making your escape. Slipping past the man, you walked past him at a leisurely pace. Being too obvious would only raise suspicions.

But just as relief began to wash over you, your heart stopped at the sudden commotion you heard from behind.

“Fuck! Fuck!” a man started screaming and you knew it had to be the man that you had just stolen from.

And then you made a mistake, a mistake that would end up being bigger than you ever could have imagine, a mistake that would profoundly change the course of your life—you looked back.

The second that you did, you made eye contact with the man and you didn’t know if it was the panic that seeped through your expression or if the man was just that perceptive, but the realization hit him that you were the one who had robbed him.

You broke into a sprint, desperate to lose him in the crowd.

“Get back here, you bitch!” he shouted furiously as he pushed through the crowd to follow after you.

The sound of your feet hitting the concrete as you ran echoed loudly in your ears. Your heart was racing with both exertion and fear. If this man caught you, you knew it wouldn’t just be a lecture or the police. The fate that awaited you if you were captured wouldn’t be so benevolent.

You took turn after turn, hoping to lose the man in the maze of Yokohama’s side streets. But no matter how much distance you thought that you were putting between you and the man, all it took was one look back to see that he was still on your trail.

“You can’t run forever! Just wait until I get my hands on you!”

Tears began to blur your vision and you furiously wiped them away. Crying could come later, when you were safely out of Yokohama and on to start your new life. For now, all it did was obstruct your vision and make it harder for you to breathe.

Catching sight of an alley, you unexpectedly rounded the corner and darted past the crates and dumpsters, hoping that the debris would slow the man down. There was a chain link fence ahead, but the small hole along the edge gave you hope.

“Fuck!” you heard the man cry out, followed by the sound of something crashing into the ground. He must have tripped on something and it allowed you the time that you needed to slip through the hole in the fence.

Just as you squeezed through the hole and went to run, you heard the sound of fabric ripping and were yanked back and realized that the fence had torn a hole in the sweatshirt that you were wearing. You pushed away the memory that surfaced of when you had tried to escape Arata’s hold and he had pulled you back by your shirt. Unwilling to make the same mistake, you slipped off the sweatshirt, leaving you in a cheap, Yokohama souvenir t-shirt.

You tried not to get your hopes up, but there was no way the man would fit through that hole. You had just barely fit through it. And it was too flimsy to climb. Had it worked? Had you lost him?

It was like you were tempting fate with just that one thought. Just before you reached the end of the alley, the man appeared, blocking your exit. His expression looked wild and you saw that he had a gun in one hand.

“You little bitch. You think you know these streets better than me ?” he spat and tears filled your vision.

You realized that the wallet was still in your grasp and you quickly held it out for him.

“Take it back. Please. I’m so sorry,” you cried, backing up slowly. “I just needed a little money. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, you’re not sorry. But you’re gonna be,” he warned as he began to move closer to you. For every step he took towards you, you took one back.

If you could just get to the fence, you could try and escape back through it. He still had a gun, but there was enough debris on the other side of the fence that as long as you could get past the fence, then you could find shelter behind one of the dumpsters.

He was only a few feet from you. If he got any closer then you wouldn’t have room to run. It was now or never. And so you sprinted towards the hole, hoping to take the man by surprise with the suddenness of your movements.

You hadn’t even made it halfway there before you felt a sharp pain at the back of your head.

And then, everything went black.

Consciousness slowly dawned on you. A shooting pain in your head soon followed that had you groaning. Or at least trying to. You realized there was some sort of fabric between your teeth and when you tried to groggily open your eyes, you found only darkness.

“She’s up, sir,” a voice said and your mind was foggy but you recognized the voice.

Then it hit you. The pickpocketing. Getting caught. Trying to run. Being cornered. Pain. And then nothing.

“Good, good, good,” a second voice said, excitement lacing his words. “Sit her up.”

A pair of hands were suddenly roughly grabbing your upper arms to pull you up and your attempts to struggle were weakened by your sluggish brain. When you tried to lift your hand to push them away, you found that your wrists were bound together and the realization had you panicking.

A loud crack filled the space and there was a blinding pain across your right cheek that had you seeing stars behind the blindfold covering your eyes and crying out into the makeshift gag between your teeth.

“Ogawa!” the second voice snapped, the threat unmistakable.

“Sorry, sir,” the first voice, the voice of the man that you had tried to pickpocket, apologized and despite the daze you were in from the slap you had received, you could imagine the cold look he was receiving.

There was silence and then a light touch on your unmarred cheek. You flinched away from it out of both fear and disgust.

“There, there,” the second voice, the authoritative voice, tried to soothe you before the owner’s gentle hands were gripping onto the fabric covering your eyes and lifting it away.

You immediately tried to open your eyes, desperate to see your surroundings, only to shut them at the room’s brightness. Forced to wait until your eyes could adjust to the lighting, you lifted up your bound wrists and began to pull at the knot at the base of your head that tied the cloth between your teeth. The gentle hands quickly covered yours before you could tug it loose.

“Ah, ah, ah. I’m sorry, but for now that will have to stay.” The voice sounded apologetic, like he actually meant it.

You finally managed to open an eye and saw that you were in a modernly decorated living room. A look around revealed that you were on a fine, leather couch and that this man—a thin man with salt-and-pepper colored hair who appeared to be in his early-fifties wearing a fine suit—was sitting on the edge of the glass-top coffee table and facing you.

Desperate for relief, you held up your wrists to him but knew the request was in vain. He shook his head.

“That too, I’m afraid,” he said but already his attention was on something else—your face. With the same, gentle touch as before, he took your chin in his fingers and carefully tilted your face to the right, then to the left. “Very nice.”

However, when he looked at the large, quickly-reddening spot on your cheek, he frowned heavily. His eyes shot up to focus on something behind you and you figured it must be the man who had slapped you.

“Almost perfect.” His words were pointed and his gaze never wavered from the man behind you. “Now, get out.”

There was a moment of hesitation and you saw the way something dangerous creeped into the eyes of the man seated in front of you.

“Yes, sir,” the man behind you finally replied. You could then hear his footsteps as he made his leave. Instinctively, you turned your head to try and see the man’s retreating figure, only to find your chin still being firmly held. A door opened and then shut and suddenly, you were alone with your captor.

“I’m sorry for Ogawa,” he said as he continued to examine your features. “He has a tendency to use his fists rather than his brain.”

He scoffed before something that looked like approval appeared on his face.

“But he does get results,” he conceded with a resigned sigh. He released your chin and you immediately sat further back on the couch in an attempt to put space between the two of you. “I should introduce myself.”

He then leaned in, erasing the gap that you had just created, and took your hands in both of his. His thumb began rub circles against your skin and you had to fight down the shudder of revulsion at the intimacy of the gesture.

“I’m Takada Hisashi.” He didn’t ask for your name. “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun.”

You flinched away from him at his words and he moved one of his hands to cup your cheek.

“Now, now. You don’t need to be scared,” he reassured you. He gave you a smile that was tinged with something dark. “I’ll take good care of you.”

He was promising kindness but you could see the lie in his eyes. Whatever mask he was wearing wasn’t going to last for long.

“Ogawa told me how he came across you. That you actually had to gall to pickpocket him. He was reluctant to admit it but he also told me that you almost got away with it.” He gave a genuine laugh, honestly amused by the chain of events. “Now, imagine that. A seasoned member of the Port Mafia getting pickpocketed by a teenager.”

Your eyes widened. The Port Mafia? How could you live in Yokohama and not have heard of the Port Mafia? Whether it was in the news or the rumors spread through your school, talk of the Port Mafia was never far.

“How old are you?” the man, Takada, asked as he returned to looking over your face appraisingly. You didn’t know how he expected you to answer him with the gag still between your teeth. “You can’t be more than 18.”

His voice was a murmur now and you could see something that had your fight-or-flight response running hayware creeping into his gaze. Suddenly, his eyes met yours and the kind and gentle facade fell away. Quicker than you could process, the hand that was cupping your cheek buried itself in your hair and pulled on it so harshly that you cried out into your gag. Tears prickled your eyes at the stinging pain.

You instinctively raised your hand to try and fight his grip on your hair but the movement caused the rope around your wrists to rub painfully against your skin, further feeding your tears.

“I’m going to ask you a question and I want you to be honest with me,” he said, his voice still as soft as before but the genteel tone was nowhere to be heard. “Can you do that for me?”

When you took too long to answer him, his grip grew tighter and you cried out again. You hurriedly nodded, wincing at how the motion caused more of your hair to be tugged in his hold.

“Have you been with a man before?”

The question had your stomach sinking like a rock. You stared at him with wide, teary eyes until one of your tears fell down your cheek slowly. From the tone of his voice and the look on his face, he expected an answer.

Slowly and so minutely that the motion could have been missed, you nodded. Your reply had Takada sighing heavily before he released you roughly.

“Shame,” he remarked and he sounded sincerely disappointed. “I wanted to be the one to desecrate you.”  

You felt a nauseating wave of déjà vu wash over you.

“Fuck, I wish you were still a virgin. I got to you a couple hours too late.”

Takada’s sentiment echoed the words Arata had grunted into your ear only a week prior and you could feel your fear beginning to get the better of you.

“You teenagers can’t wait for anything these days, can you?” he asked bitterly before standing up. He then walked around the couch and you looked over your shoulder to see him stop in front of an expensive looking bar cart. He picked up one of the beautifully decorated decanters and began to fix himself a drink.

Now free from his gaze, you frantically began to pull at the bindings around your wrists. The rope burned your skin, but you knew that you needed to take advantage of this brief moment where you were free from Takada’s watchful gaze. The longer it took you to tug at the rope, the more desperate you could feel yourself becoming.

You weren’t going to be able to get loose. Takada was going to do whatever he wanted with you. And then after, maybe he’d let you go. Maybe he’d kill you. Maybe he’d keep you here until he grew tired of you and you became disposable.

Tears blurred your vision as you looked down at your wrists. The skin had been rubbed raw. It wouldn’t be long before they began to bleed. Time was running out.

You heard the gentle clink of glass touching glass and looked back to see that Takada has set the decanter back onto the bar cart and was lifting up the drink he had just made. You turned back around. Your time was up. Sniffling softly, you hurriedly wiped away any traces of tears from your eyes.

The sound of Takada’s footsteps returning to you had you trembling. You felt like you were on the executioner’s block and the man who controlled your fate was approaching with his axe.

Takada appeared in front of you once more and sat back down on the coffee table. You looked up at him and found more tears forming as you made eye contact with the man. When he saw how hard you were trying to keep from crying, a dark smile appeared on his lips and the kind front he had portrayed was nowhere to be found.

Setting his drink down, he cupped your cheek with one of his hands and when you flinched away at the contact, his hand immediately closed the gap.

“Let me see those tears,” he murmured, his voice low, and when you looked back at him you couldn’t help the tear that fell down your cheek, giving him exactly what he wanted. His smile grew slightly crazed as his eyes followed the trail of your tear as it crossed your jaw and slowly slid down your neck.

“Beautiful,” he breathed. “I’ll do my best to make sure that’s not the last one you shed.”

The promise had you shutting your eyes tightly, no longer able to look at the man. Unfortunately, doing so only caused more of your tears to fall and Takada laughed maniacally.

Desperation reared its ugly head again as Takada’s laughter rang in your ears. You had to get free. Clenching your hands into fists, you took a deep, steadying breath.

There was a way—a way that you had wanted to forget. But could you do it? Could you kill him?

More tears escaped your closed eyelids as you asked yourself the question. Before...with the others...they had been accidents. Could you cross the line into intentionally taking someone else’s life?

But when you glanced up and looked at Takada through your tears to see the hungry look on his face, you realized that the question had been answered for you. If you wanted to make it out of here alive, you would have to use the ability that had already spilled more blood than anyone should have to see in their lifetime.

All you had to do was touch him, right? That’s how it worked with Arata. That was how it worked with...Eiji.

You would touch him and he would start coughing up blood. And then, once he was dead, you could run. You would be safe. You could finally leave Yokohama.

Looking down, you watched what felt like someone else’s weak, trembling hands, which were still bound together at the wrist with a piece of rope, slowly reaching out towards Takada’s.

But before you could touch him, his own hand grabbed onto your upper arm and yanked you up. His hold was tight enough to make you cry out into your gag and there was no doubt that he would be leaving behind a bruise on your arm.

You struggled not to trip over your own feet but the sudden movement had your head spinning, probably due to the likely concussion Ogawa had given you. As Takada dragged you along, it felt like you were seeing everything through a slightly hazy fog and it only served to feed both your fear and your desperation.

Your inner turmoil grew worse when you reached the threshold of Takada’s bedroom. As the horrific reality of your fate stared you in the face, you began to struggle wildly, trying as hard as you could to break free of his hold while simultaneously trying to dig your heels into the expensive hardwood floor.

This seemed to break whatever remained of Takada’s patience. Suddenly, his hand was closed around your throat and he used the new hold on you to slam you back into the wall, paying no regard to the framed painting already hanging there nor to the way the glass shattered from the force of your body hitting it. You cried out again as the glass dug into your back, shredding parts of your t-shirt and cutting into your skin.

His grip grew tight and the pain of the glass digging into your back faded away as you began to struggle for oxygen. You tried to bring your hands up to grab onto his own. If you could just touch his skin, you could stop him, you could get free. But with the rope still binding your wrists together and his body pressed up against yours, the closest that you could get was the sleeve of his suit jacket.

“This is good,” he said coolly as he kept you pinned to the wall. His hold on your throat remained just on the right side of keeping you from passing out—loose enough so that you didn’t lose consciousness, but tight enough that you were still in pain and having difficulty breathing. “Iwant you to fight. This would be boring if you didn’t.”

His hand squeezed harshly, making you see spots before he pulled you away from the wall by your throat and dragged you until he could slam your back onto his bed. Tiny shards of glass that had dug into your skin cut deeper at the pressure but you were too busy gulping in deep breaths of oxygen to pay attention to the pain as he released his hold on you. You heard him opening and closing a drawer and you rolled to your side and pushed yourself to sit up with shaky arms.

But just as you brought yourself to sit fully upright on the edge of the mattress, Takada was back. Only this time, there was no sign left of his temper. When he knelt down before you, there was an eerie calmness to his expression that had your heart hammering in your throat. You were still panting heavily now that your flow of oxygen was no longer being restricted.

Reaching into his jacket, Takada pulled out a knife and you immediately stilled. You watched with wide eyes as he brought it up to your neck. The blade was so close that you held your breath, worried that even breathing would cause it to pierce your skin.

“I could kill you,” Takada murmured and tears blurred your vision. “But I don’t want to. No, I think I want to keep you.”

He looked at you strangely for a long moment.

“What’s your name?” he finally asked and when you didn’t answer him, he moved the knife away from your neck just a fraction. “Give me a name, pretty girl.”

Not wanting to tempt his wrath again, you whispered your name around the cloth between your teeth. Despite how quiet and how muffled your voice was, Takada seemed to hear it clearly enough because he let your name fall from his lips and a shudder of revulsion ran down your spine.

He then leaned down at pressed his lips to your wrist, just above your bindings. And then, unexpectedly, he brought the knife away from your neck and cut away at the rope. The sudden relief that came when he finally pulled away the frayed cords had you gasping softly. While your wrists weren’t bleeding, there was a deep and worrying redness left on your skin from both how long and how tightly the rope had been tied.

But you didn’t have time to relish being free from your bindings. It meant nothing so long as you were still in Takada’s clutches.

He seemed to have some twisted sense of awe for you. As long as you made no sudden movements, you might be able to take advantage of it. You would do anything to escape.

‘Now. You have to do it now,’ a voice deep inside urged you, drowning out the loud beating of your heart in your ears.

Carefully, with movements that were glacially slow, you lifted one hand up and reached for Takada’s face. He watched your hand in fascination, like he couldn't comprehend what you were doing. Your fingers were trembling furiously by the time they reached his cheek and Takada leaned into your touch longingly.

“Please,” you whispered desperately through your gag, wanting more than anything for this ability of yours to save you. When you felt that odd yet increasingly familiar sensation wash over you, you closed your eyes in relief causing a tear to escape past your eyelids.

Your ability, your gift, your curse—whatever it was—it had worked.

Takada groaned loudly, sounding like he was in pain and you heard the knife clatter to the floor as he dropped it. Opening your eyes, you saw that he was hunched over your lap. His face was buried in one of his hands while the other had gone to your thigh, where his fingers were tightly gripping onto the fabric of your jeans.

He looked like he was in agony and you wanted to hate that the sight made your heart soar. You wanted to hate that you were happy and relieved that this man was about to die—because of you.

You shook your head gently to chase away the thought, mindful of the way the motion had caused your vision to spin. There would be time to deal with your moral crisis later. Right now, you needed to get out. Bringing up your hands, you weakly began to push at Takada’s shoulders to get him away from you.

It happened before you could even comprehend it.

One second you were trying to shove Takada off of you and the next, there was cold metal on your wrist and the familiar clink of a handcuff closing. Looking down in horror, you realized that Takada had pulled a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and cuffed one of your wrists.

“No, no, no, no,” you cried through your gag as you tried to shove Takada away yet again with every ounce of strength left in your body.

Your efforts were quickly hampered when Takada yanked harshly on the loose cuff to pull you to him. His free hand then went to the back of your head and he used his hold to bring your lips onto his. His fingers fisted in your hair and kept your head right where he wanted, leaving you no room to try and avoid his hungry and feverish kisses.

Panicking, your free hand continued to shove at his shoulder and you used your legs to kick at his stomach. He let out a grunt when your foot hit him hard but he remained steadfast. With nothing else at your disposal, you captured his bottom lip between your teeth and bit down hard.

“Fuck!” he screamed, jumping back and bringing both of his hands to his now profusely bleeding lip.

Seeing your chance, you shot up skirted around him, aiming for the door. But before you could even get fully past him, he had grabbed onto the loose cuff that was dangling from your wrist and pulled you back harshly. The force had you tripping and he used your loss of balance to his advantage by pulling again so that you fell forward onto your stomach on his bed.

“You’re not going anywhere. You’re mine now. No one else’s.”

The most frightening thing about his words wasn’t their meaning, but Takada’s tone. He didn’t sound angry or upset. He sounded almost loving, like this was for your own good.

Moving just as quickly as before, he looped the free cuff around one of the slats in his wooden headboard and then closed it around your remaining wrist. Once the telltale clink echoed throughout the room, Takada paused, his breathing heavy.

Tears blurred your vision as the previous events caught up with you. You looked desperately at the handcuffs that were tightly cuffed around your wrists and the way you were now chained to his bed. Yanking harshly, you cried out when there was no give. All you got was the loud clanking of the handcuff chain as it ground into the wooden headboard and blinding pain in your wrists as the metal dug into skin that had already been bruised and torn by the rope.

Sobs began to rack your body as you buried your face into your upper arm. They only grew worse when the mattress dipped as Takada climbed beside you.

“Shh. There’s no need to cry,” he murmured as he began to yank your jeans from your hips and then down your legs until he could throw them to the floor. “I’ll take good care of you. I take good care of the things that belong to me. And I want you to be mine so badly. I want you more than anything I’ve wanted before. You’re special. Do you understand that?”

He then said your name like it was the most precious word in the entire history of spoken words and your sobs grew harder. His hands slid back up your thighs until his fingers hooked the bottom of your shirt and lifted it up and over your head, exposing your back to him. The motion dislodged some of the small shards of glass that had dug into your back, but the pain simply blended into the turmoil that you were already experiencing.

“Please, please,” you begged through your tears but it simply fell on deaf ears.

You felt something wet and warm moving up and down your back and when you glanced over your shoulder as best you could, you realized that Takada was licking the small trails of blood that had formed from where the glass had cut you with his tongue. Disgust, revulsion, helplessness, panic, fear, and desperation all violently warred with one another inside of you.

“Please,” you cried softly and Takada switched to placing open-mouthed kisses along your back as he abandoned lapping up the small, crimson bloodstains.

“Shh. My pretty girl. I’ll make you feel so good. I swear,” he promised against your skin. His fingers then slid along your sides until he reached the cheap, cotton bra you were wearing. He tore at the band, disregarding the clasp altogether as the fabric easily gave way, allowing him to slip his hands underneath your front and grab both of your breasts roughly.

“Stop,” you whimpered, your voice as broken as you felt, but your protest was drowned out by the groans Takada was making as he continued to squeeze you. You tried to yank at your handcuffs again, although at this point you knew it was futile. “Stop.”

When he released you, for just a second you were stupid enough to believe that he had heard you. Instead, he had simply let go of your breasts so that he could move his hands to your hips and drag you to your knees. He used one hand to keep you from collapsing while the other moved to his belt.

The sound of it jingling, followed by the sound of his zipper was barely loud enough to be heard over your panicked breathing as it combined with the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears and your broken sobs. His hand was then at your underwear, tugging it down to your knees so that it was out of the way.

“My pretty girl,” Takada groaned at the sight before him.

When you felt him beginning to line himself up at your entrance, you tried as hard as you could to retreat to someplace else. You tried to remember the afternoons you spent fishing on the dock in your town. You tried to remember the flashlight you hid in your room so that you could read in bed when you should have been sleeping. You tried to remember the games of Go you played against your grandfather.

But the blinding pain of Takada thrusting himself inside of you was too much and you continued to cry weakly. And suddenly, the only memory that came to you was one that you didn’t want.

You heard your grandfather’s voice. His words of forewarning echoed in your ears and you would have given anything to have remembered them earlier. But now, they were useless.

“Don’t act out of desperation, my dear. That’s when you’re prone to make the error that will cost you the game.”

How had you ended up here again?

[babblingfishes]

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33, Saint/Cardia!

The Night Visit

Post-Finis route. No spoilers for Silver Miracles. 

(Sorry for the long wait! This is the PG-13 version. I will post the R rated version shortly!)

The late summer days passed warm and peaceful. I could feel the softness of the breeze and the gentle sunlight as I dozed in my favorite reading nook, propped up by cushions. The trees outside my window just barely fading from the lush, bright greens of summer into the wan golds of autumn. Lately the nights had been growing cooler, the insects changing their song, becoming more urgent with the promise of colder nights to come. 

How long had it been since I noticed such things? The simple, normal signs of time’s passage. How many countless seasons had I witnessed them unaware and unfeeling? A ghost passing through time. Experiencing nothing. Feeling nothing. 

I pressed my fingers against the cool glass, the dappled sunlight filtered through the tree branches flickering over my hand. I always thought this world’s beauty was what I was entrusted to protect. In order for all humanity to live in peace, to enjoy the beauty of flowers and dappled sunlight. To hold their families close and feel the gentle touch of their lover’s hand. To live without fear of strife or war. 

I would bear the pain of those sorrows for everyone, so they could live in peace. It was my reason to still exist, thousands of years past my natural death, so others would not need to suffer as I did. It was a worthy cause. The anguish and heartbreak of my duty… even the deaths of a few lost souls was a small price to pay to protect the happiness and peace of thousands of people, for millions yet be born who would only live because those few perished. 

So I always believed. 

I closed the book on my lap, watching the shadows play over its cover, wondering if I had really done any good at all. If I was worthy of this space of peace and happiness that I was allowed. If there were others like Miss Cardia who could have defied their fate, given the chance. If I could have helped the lost souls change their fate, as Miss Cardia helped her little brother. A truly lost soul, brought in the world only to help destroy it. If one such as he could smile and eat sweets and love his sister, what of the countless others I unquestioningly condemned? 

I shook off my melancholy thoughts. Useless things brought on by her absence. She who was so much stronger than I. She who saved lost souls, like her little brother. 

Even as she also saved me, more lost still. A ghost, living- no- pretending to live. My existence only lies and false smiles. A monster. A true monster who would have taken the life of that brave, kind girl. She who forgave even that sin.

I reached for the envelope that held her last letter and held it to my lips. Could she feel my thoughts, far away in the cozy home she shared with her little brother? Did she miss me as I missed her? It was selfish to hope so, or to wish any shadow over her gentle happiness. 

Even so, if the words of her last letter held a little more loneliness than before, or the stain at the bottom of the stationary was not a stray raindrop, but a tear. If the way her hand lingered on the back of my neck at our last meeting meant that she needed me as I did her… would I not be hurting her to be blind to her need? If she was too nervous to speak, was it not a gentleman’s duty to offer his hand? 

I gazed at the envelope, tracing her neat, girlish handwriting with a fingertip. The way she wrote my name reminded me of the way she spoke it when I forgot myself and let my hand caress her naked back in the dancing dress she wore to the palace ball. The way she trembled and clutched my shoulder… was it embarrassment or desire? Was I, who prided myself on human understanding, who had used this borrowed body and the physical desires of others to help fulfill my duties countless times, been so blind as to misread my beloved’s flushed face and breathless words? 

I shook my head and laughed bitterly. It was foolish, romantic nonsense. I was not a heroic young man like Lupin. I was no prince in a fairytale, or a romantic hero to sweep a maiden off her feet for a passionate tryst. What story tells of an old assassin who loves the gentle damsel he was meant to kill? What happy ending could an old sinner like me offer a strong, innocent girl like Miss Cardia? 

I closed my eyes against the pain in my chest. Despite that truth, she said she loved me. Of all the people she lived with in London, by far the least worthy. 

Her perfume on the stationary tickled my nose. Her scent was sweeter than any rose garden. I could see her in my mind’s eye, gazing into the distance, the sun dappling her face as it did the letter in my hand. Was she sad? Were there tears on her cheek right now? She also held a letter in her hand. I recognized my own stationary. Was she thinking of me? Was this pain hers as well? 

It had been nearly a month since her last visit. That time when her hand lingered and her goodbye kiss was longer and… more desperate, than before. Was I being foolish not to have acted then? Or was it just my own selfish desire clouding my judgement? 

I could hear my old friend Trismegistus laughing at me from wherever he was. My foolishness was not in doubt. It never had been. 

I rose from my cushions and tucked the letter into my robe. If I was such a coward that I would hesitate if there was even a possibility that she was sad or that her heart was hurting, I would never be worthy of being her lover. Even an old assassin has pride. 

“Please wait, Miss Cardia. I am coming for you.” I whispered with conviction into the empty room. 

…….

(Cardia)

‘…..I am coming for you.’ 

“Sister…? Hey…! Are you even listening?!” 

Finis’ harsh voice shattered my reverie. I thought, just for a moment, that I heard his voice in the breeze as I dozed off, felt his touch drying the tears that had fallen on my cheek.

“Huh?” I roused myself, “What is it?” 

Finis sighed in exasperation, “ I SAID TWICE that I’m going to need to stay in London for a few days to make sure those fools don’t set off anything in their idiocy and flatten the city!” 

“Oh… all right. I won’t wait up, then.” I stretched and rubbed my eyes. The letter fell from my lap. 

Finis looked down at the letter with a complicated expression, “I suppose it was inevitable.” he muttered, “We’ll talk about it later. I have to go back inside before that idiot Hansel eats everything in the house.” he stomped away in an unusually foul mood. 

“What has got into him?” I murmured, picking up the letter and gazing out over the garden. The season’s roses were especially good this year, perfuming the air with their soft fragrance. Butterflies flitted among the astors and marigolds. All was beautiful and calm. A serene place to read or sew, or just have a cup of tea and watch the butterflies. 

I would always cherish the warm, cozy home Finis and I had made of this sad place that had once meant only tragedy and endless loneliness to me. I thought our mom and dad would be happy to know that we reclaimed their dreams like this. 

Even so… 

I sighed, staring down at the letter in my hand. It just… wasn’t enough anymore to meet Saint for a few days at a time every month or two and exchange letters. I wanted to have breakfast with him every morning, I wanted to have tea in his study in the afternoon… to walk around London and go to the opera in the evening, or just to sit by his side and talk or read books. I wanted his presence… the touch of his cool, gentle hand on my back… his kisses every night before bed…

I trembled a little. I thought there was more I wanted, too. I had read about it in books; the strong feeling that grows between people who love each other that makes them crave a deeper connection. I wanted to know more about it, but it was just too embarrassing to ask anyone. 

I wondered if Saint felt like that about me, too. My heart raced to think about it. 

I stood up from my chair, gathering my tea cup and plate to wash in the kitchen.

I finished cleaning up, dusting and neatening. Then I went to my room to take a nap, but I wasn’t tired, so I went to the library to find a book to read. The days I was alone in the mansion sometimes reminded me too much of the endless days I spent there huddled in my chair waiting for father to retrieve me. That room was used for storage now, my new bedroom was in another part of the house with plenty of sunlight, nothing like that dark, cold room. I was nothing like that sad girl, denying her emotions and hiding away from a bewildering world that saw her only as a monster. 

I wasn’t a poisonous monster anymore. I could wear pretty clothes, sleep anywhere. I could touch whatever I wanted… flowers, books, the silky bathrobe I bought in London, the soft rose soap I found at a country market. Most of all, I could touch people. I could hug my brother and friends, I could feel the warmth of my loved one’s lips. I was living a life that seemed an impossible dream to me who used to sit clutching my knees in that musty room. 

It had been nearly a month since my last trip to London. It already seemed much too long since I saw Saint. His smile was even more beautiful than before, waiting at the gate to hug me and ask how my trip was. The light in his eyes was something new for him, too. The naturalness of his expressions. His grace and beauty were unchanged, but he had also become more than he was. He was kinder and quicker to laugh, more joyful, and vibrantly alive, and also quicker to cry and show sadness. I loved all of his expressions. The many ever-changing facets of him. I loved him more every time I saw him. 

Every time It was harder to leave, every time I returned I felt more homesick for the liveliness of London and the mansion where I became human. For the place Saint waited for me, and the arms of my beloved. 

I wandered aimlessly through the library, too unsettled to choose a book. I looked at the titles without really seeing them. I had read most of the books in the library, even all the new ones Finis and I had bought over the past two years. I idly ran my hand over the spines, thinking about Saint’s libraries and the many treasures they held. Everything from ancient knowledge to modern novels. Saint could never resist adding more books to his collections. I thought I would never exhaust the wonders they held. 

I turned away from the shelf, becoming frustrated by my wistfulness, when my eye was caught by a unfamiliar title tucked in a permanently shadowed corner of a shelf at the back of the library, “The Art of Love.” 

I picked it up curiously. It had no author listed. The red leather cover was embossed with a pair of ornate overlapped gold hearts. Most of this shelf held romantic novels and poetry books that had once belonged to my mother. Finis had little interest in anything there, so it was mostly left to me. 

I opened the book to an illustration… Of two naked people with their bodies entwined around each other and their lips pressed together. 

“Ah!” I gasped, nearly dropping it, before closing the cover in a hurry. 

I reached to return the book to its shelf, but hesitated. Isn’t this what I wanted to know? No one was home. I could read it without embarrassment and return it to the shelf before Finis came home. 

Deciding so, I took the book to my room, vowing to be sure to return it as soon as I finished. 

……..

(Saint)

I silently crept through the forest surrounding my beloved’s pleasant home. I caught the scent of her garden of roses in full bloom and had to stop myself from running to her door. My need to see her and hold her growing by the moment. I felt like a boy meeting a lover for a secret assignation. It was unseemly and foolish for an old man to act this way. I nearly turned back in shame more than once. It would be far more proper to send a note announcing my intent to visit, not inflict myself unasked and certainly unwanted by at least one of the household’s residents. 

Still, I continued, feeling my quest more urgently with every breath. I easily avoided Finis’ traps and alarms, proud that Lupin himself could have done no better. I had no wish to frighten Miss Cardia, but the desire to make a dramatic entrance was strong. I wanted to see her first before facing the understandable disdain and ire of her brother, if at all possible. 

The house ahead of me was almost completely dark. The only light a single lamp in an upstairs bedroom I thought to be Miss Cardia’s. I approached the front door like a civilized person before changing my mind and turning for a dark first floor window. 

I quickly disarmed the alarm and unlocked the window. If I were discovered and shot by Finis it would be just punishment for my rudeness. I only didn’t want to upset Miss Cardia. 

The house was dark and quiet, the ticking clock the only sound I heard. I wondered if Miss Cardia and Finis were away. She wrote that they stayed in town sometimes if they had a lot of shopping to do. I would feel suitably foolish if I were to have rushed out here to an empty house with two siblings out shopping happily. 

I closed my eyes for a moment to sense if anyone was present nearby. 

Yes… there it was. Just one presence upstairs. A precious, gentle warmth that could only belong to one person. 

I moved swiftly up the stairs. A ghost makes no sound when he wants to remain unheard. I could almost hear her breath, nearly smell her sweet perfume. 

God, what was becoming of me? 

I stopped at her door. My heart beating fast. Why was she alone in the house with such an untrustworthy visitor? Where was her staunch little protector in her time of need? What would she say when she saw me, unannounced and reckless as a boy. Would she be disgusted with me?

Cursing my foolishness, I raised my fist to knock on the door. 

…….

(Cardia)

I put the book aside firmly, having read it for the fourth time through. I felt hot and my nonexistent heart was pounding. I had never imagined that people could touch each other in so many different ways. It was embarrassing to think about some of them, but still… I wanted to feel those things the book described. I…. wanted to be touched like that. I wanted to… touch Saint like that. 

“Saint..” I whispered to the empty house, “Would you… touch me that way?” I felt even hotter at the thought. It was so embarrassing. I couldn’t imagine speaking those words to him.

I heard a sound outside my bedroom door and panicked. If Finis returned early I would be mortified! I couldn’t face him with all these strange new thoughts and feelings…

No… those weren’t Finis’ footsteps. That scent… clean and sweet, with something warmer underneath could only belong to one person. My heart leapt in my chest. I couldn’t imagine why he was there, as if summoned by my need to see and touch him. I rushed to the door, “Saint!” I cried, before throwing it open with a crash. 

He stood there looking stunned. It was another new expression for him. I filed it away in my heart. 

His brow creased with worry, “Cardia!? Is something wrong?”

“No, no! It is just… You’re here! You’re really…”

He gave me a radiant smile, “Yes. As I promised, I have co—“

That was all I needed. With a cry I leapt into his arms and pressed my lips against his. My unnatural body had never known hunger, but I thought vaguely that this must be what it felt like to be starving. 

He staggered from the force of my leap, but caught me firmly, kissing me with hunger to match mine, maybe more, though I couldn’t think very clearly just then. I only knew that I needed to feel his arms around me, his body against mine. I wanted all of him. I wanted to know everything he could teach me. 

“Cardia…” he said breathlessly when he finally pulled away, “That was… quite a welcome.” 

I felt my face get even hotter, “I missed you.” It wasn’t enough, but that was all I could think to say. 

His expression was profoundly kind, “I missed you, too.” he kissed my forehead, “with every thought,” he kissed my lips gently, “every breath,” he gently opened my robe and kissed my chest just below my horologium, “every heartbeat.”

I sighed to feel his lips between my breasts, his hair tickling my skin, “y-yes… Me too.” I was so nervous, “I…I need you, Saint. Will you… will you… please touch me a little more?”  

He gazed up at my face as if to gauge my meaning… or maybe my conviction, “Do you know what it means to ask that question of a man?”

I looked away, “I… I know I want you to touch me… e-everywhere, and I want to feel… more of you.” 

As expected, it was horribly embarrassing. 

His expression was as unreadable as when I first met him, but then he gave me his gentlest smile, “hehe. I understand. You don’t need to be embarrassed.” 

I thought that was easy for him to say. I watched him remove his jacket and hat, loving the grace of his movements, the care with which laid them on the chair. I knew if I thought about my brazen request, I would lose my nerve. It seemed so sudden, but it was building in my heart for a long time. 

“Oh… I see.” he said, smiling wryly while looking down at the table by the chair. 

My book, “The Art of Love,” lay closed on the table. 

I covered my face with my hands, feeling unbearably embarrassed, “Um… that is…”

“Hehe, I am relieved. I didn’t want to frighten you.” he kissed my ear, “I have a secret to tell you.” 

I looked up at him curiously, “What do you mean?” 

He didn’t reply, but his eyes sparkled mischievously as he leant down to scoop me up into his arms, “I’ve had the same wish as you, Miss Cardia. For a long, long time…”

I could hear the truth in his words and was relieved, I put my arms around his neck and pulled his face close to mine so I could kiss him again, “Then please… I want you to… touch me. Please.”

“Aha I am sorry not to have realized…” he pulled back, a new light in his eyes, ”It will be my pleasure, beloved lady.”

…..

(Saint)

…Truly, I do not deserve this happiness. 

I could feel her breathing begin to slow. Her small hand laid on my chest, as soft as flower petals. Her damp, tangled hair fell around her beautiful flushed face. Her eyes were already closed. 

I combed her silken hair with my fingers, gently untangling the knots, working carefully so as not to hurt her. It was unchivalrous to leave your lover’s hair a tangled mess, and allow her to cry with pain when her hair was brushed. 

That was also written in the book. 

“Hehe. Have I satisfied you so much that you are already asleep? I am deeply pleased.” I said when I finished with her hair. 

“Mmm…” she mumbled sleepily, cuddling against my chest, “I am… very happy…”

I kissed her forehead, “I am relieved that you are happy, Cardia. That was my only wish.”

She smiled shyly, “I hope… you feel good, too. And… please…” she closed her eyes, “I want to stay with you from now on. If… if you still want me to come to London.” 

I felt tears come to my eyes at her soft, uncertain declaration. At the way her hand clutched my arm as if she was afraid I would refuse. I knew that I should have distanced myself from her. I should have encouraged her to seek love from one better able to give it to her unconditionally. Someone without the weight of my duties and past…but I was too weak… too selfish for such an act. I was completely unworthy of the priceless gift she gave me from her innocent desire to know love and touch, but to refuse now was unthinkable. I would show her in the time to come, for however many years we were allowed together, how happy she made me. How she had saved me from endless darkness and suffering. I vowed in my soul, more strongly than any vow I had ever taken, to protect her light, to nurture it and hold it close. I would become worthy of the honor of this joy, of the softness and sweetness she offered to me alone. If I could use all I learned to nurture and protect her precious life, to bring pleasure to her delicate body, more beautiful than any jewel, I would consider all of the sorrow and suffering worth the cost. 

“Saint? Are you crying? Is everything all right?” 

I hugged her tightly, not bothering to try to stop the tears, “I am… overwhelmed to hear you say those words. I promised myself to respect your time with family, and not to interfere with your wish to stay here with your brother.” I held her head against my shoulder, “If you are ready… I am overjoyed for you to come home with me.” I took a breath, feeling unaccustomedly nervous to say words I had never spoken, “Will you please marry me, Miss Cardia?”

She pulled back. Her beautiful eyes were adorably shocked, “Marry…?”

I laughed through the tears that still wouldn’t stop, “Yes, I want to marry you. Did the book not say that the joining of bodies was the most profound intimate expression of love? Is marriage not the public declaration of the same?” 

Her innocent face passed from shock to joy, “Yes! I will marry you, Saint!” she hugged me tightly, then pulled back frowning a little, “Didn’t the book say lovemaking was supposed to happen after marriage?”

“Hehe. You seemed much too impatient to wait.” I kissed her, “I made a vow to you in my heart a long time ago. We will speak our vows before God. We will celebrate our love with our friends… this…” I kissed the pure crystal flower on her chest, “is our vow to each other. It is our own intimate promise to be repeated many, many times.” I lightly stroked her back, “It will only get better… so much better… from now on.”

It was difficult to speak seductively while weeping. I thought I must seem a fool.

She reached to tenderly wipe my tears away with her slender fingers, “I-I think that is impossible…!” 

“Hehe. It is true.” I took her face between my hands and kissed her trembling lips slowly, “This is only the beginning.” 

I delighted in how soft and gentle her kisses were, how she shivered when I let my tongue mingle with hers. Yes… it was certainly only the beginning.

We were both gasping when we finally parted. After a few moments she gave me a suspicious expression, “Saint… you said earlier that you had a secret. What was it?” 

I smiled in a way I hoped was enigmatic, although I was afraid that skill was beyond me at that time, “Ah… yes. I have told you much about my secret throughout the night.” 

She blushed so prettily, “It is… the book. You wrote it, didn’t you?” 

I laughed at the sternness of her expression, impressed that she figured it out despite all I had done to distract her, “Ah, you are right. I did indeed write it.” I picked it up off the nightstand, “As you see, there are many more chapters than those I showed you tonight…” I paged through the book I had written over seven hundred years ago, “I think that deserves a reward, perhaps chapter… 17?” 

“Chapter…. Oh!”

I put the book back on the table and took my precious lover in my arms, “Hehe. As I said, we have only just begun.” 

…..fin