#it’s only the second time I’ve ever seen a luna in the wild!!

[theminecraftgay]

We’ve had a delightful visitor this pride month ♡

[feverinfeveroutfic]

Paradise | kinktober 2024 | “the dream catcher”

prompt: phone sex

pairing: alex/one of my many girls

word count: 3577

song: “come on, come in” by velvet revolver

contains: exactly what it says on the tin, dirty talk, masturbating

The black silken rings seemed to shimmer like fire opals under the light of the lamp next to the arm of my couch, and it helped that a few fire opals and moonstones decorated the wooden circle in the middle part. I couldn’t stop looking at the luna moth singed and painted on in delicate fashion on the wood. It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever gotten for me, such that I kept it in the window right over the arm of my couch, so it would be the very first thing I would see whenever I walked into the living room. I let it shine with pride in the sun, with those stones shining bright like black and white diamonds.

What amazed me was the fact that the light in the stones seemed to stay in place even as the sun went down.

On this particular night in Carson City, when the rain began to come in before sundown, the dream catcher stayed alight, and I kept my eye on it as I took my spot on the couch with the phone in hand. I had called Chuck the day before to thank him, but when I called Alex to do that as well, I caught his machine.

I called him again, and that time I was going to wait until the next morning to do it. He was a hot boy, and a lot of people wanted to hit him up for his guitar skills, so I knew that it would be quite the waiting game with him.

I let the phone ring twice, but then he crackled on.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Alex, it’s Portia.”

“Oh, hey,” he greeted me. I couldn’t help but smile at the sound of his warm voice. “Funny, I was just thinking about you.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet,” I told him. “I wanted to thank you for the dream catcher.”

“Yeah, I was just gonna ask you, did you get the dream catcher that Chuck and I got for you?”

“Oh, yeah, it’s right in my living window so I can see it whenever I come into the room. It’s like it’s all lit up even when it gets dark outside. It’s beautiful.”

“He suggested it, and I picked it out,” he explained. “There’s this girl who lives about a block from me who specializes in that wood burning craft stuff and he talked me into it. I saw the fire opals and I thought about how you seem to glimmer and sparkle, just like those stones.”

“I think I’ve seen her before,” I told him. “You know, the last time I was over in the Bay Area for the farmer’s market. I saw her at a booth not too far from the place with the jams and jellies and salsas. She does have beautiful stuff.”

“Speaking of salsa, I wish you were over here again,” he confessed. “Have chips and salsa with us while we watch the Raiders game. I’m no sports guy to say in the least, but Chuck and I were talking, and we should invite you over the next time we all have a party like that together.”

“Yeah, especially after all my friends went back home.” I cleared my throat, and I leaned back against the couch, and the heating pad I use for pains in my back and neck brushed against the back of my head. “By the way, has anyone ever told you that you should do some voiceover work? You have a really nice voice.”

“They haven’t, no,” he confessed, and there was a crackling sound on his end.

“You do, though,” I told him. “It’s really warm and tender. It makes me think of wild honey, or fresh silk.”

“You know, it’s kinda funny that you say that, because I was wearing a silk shirt just yesterday,” he told me in a single breath. “This white button-up shirt that’s a little bit fitted on me.”

“Did you have a few buttons undone?” I asked him in just a little tease to him.

“A few buttons? Oh, yeah. Always.” He then paused for a second. I looked up at the dream catcher posted up in the window right next to me.

“What’re you doing right now?” he asked me, and I could hear something crackling on his end. I could only assume he was leaning back in his seat.

“Oh, nothing. I just got home from my other friend’s house and I’m thinking of making myself some dinner.”

“Aw, why didn’t you say something? I just ordered some Japanese food. Had I known you were contemplating dinner yourself, I would’ve invited you over. I don’t care if you live four hours away.”

“Invite me over for some noodles and some ginger?”

“A little ginger and you could take a shot of sake from my hip, too,” he quipped. “Wait, did I say that out loud?”

I gasped, a playful gasp. “You did! Take a shot of sake from your hip.” I laughed at that, especially as it took me completely by surprise. And then I paused for a second. “By the way, I should tell you that you have really nice hips, too.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah. They’re… dare I say, shapely.”

“Dare to say, Portia,” he insisted. “Dare it!”

“They’re quite shapely,” I told him. “I like how thin and delicate your body is. You’re quite lithe.”

“There is something weirdly hot about that word,” he admitted with an awkward little snicker.

“What, ‘lithe’?”

“Yeah. A word to go in hand with it would be ‘voluptuous’. Something artful but also kind of sensual, like you’re looking at my body and feeling things while you’re saying it.”

“Like if you gained about thirty or forty pounds and had this little round belly on you, you’d probably be voluptuous,” I followed along.

“I guess. If that’s your thing.” He chuckled at that.

“Seriously, Alex, you have a nice body,” I told him. “A nice, gorgeous body. Like you could be about a hundred pounds heavier and I think you could rock it.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah.”

“Funny, I—” He cleared his throat, and there was a soft crackling on his end. “I think you have a nice body, too. You look very soft. Very soft and… the only thing I can think of is ‘womanly’. You have great hips and legs.”

“You bastard, looking at my legs,” I teased him.

“Hey, you were looking at my legs,” he retorted. “Looking at my legs and my ass, too.”

I giggled at that, and I could hear him laughing on the other end.

“I love how we just naturally started talking about this like it was nothing,” he laughed.

“Hey, you started it,” I pointed out to him.

“I started it?” He sounded dumbfounded. “You were the one who asked me if my shirt was unbuttoned!”

“Yes, and then you said you wanted me to take a shot of sake from your hip.” I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at that.

“So you really think I could pull off the ‘voluptuous’ look?” he asked me.

“Yeah, you could. Little round face with full head of hair… and your body would be a little bit on the full side. You’d have the slightest bit of a belly and you would look so gorgeous and, what I would call ‘kissable’. Sweet round face perfect for holding my kisses. You’d wear black all the time to accentuate everything.”

“I like the way you think,” he admitted to me.

“I kind of want to… run my tongue over your body,” I confessed to him, and he gasped at that.

“Phew. That’s… wow. Say that again.”

“I want to run my tongue over your body,” I repeated, that time at a slower pace and a lower tone of voice to guide him into it; “and then stick my tongue right down your throat.”

“Oh, boy. When I’m skinny like right now or after I’ve filled out a little?”

“Either way,” I said with a shrug, and I leaned down onto the arm of the couch so I could be closer to the dream catcher in the window. “I’d want to taste you no matter how big and beautiful or slim and lithe you are.”

He treated me to a low whistle right then, and I knew we were getting somewhere.

“Hey, let me ask you something,” he started again; his voice was low and deep, as if he was talking right from the pit of his belly. “What’re you wearing?”

“What am I wearing?”

“Yeah. What you got on right now?”

I took a quick glimpse down to my body, and I knew he was going to love it. “I’m wearing a black velvet camisole that’s a little short on the waist so I have a little tummy exposed. I’m thinking of getting my belly button pierced just so I can show off there.”

“Oh, boy. Or a tattoo there, maybe?”

“Ooh, yes! Get a little ink done near my belly button so there’s like a peek-a-boo quality to it.”

“Phew…” I could picture him running his fingers through his hair. “Shit, what else you got?”

“I’m also wearing this black lace bra underneath. It’s this layered lace, too, so it’s kind of elegant and nice to look at.”

“Nice to feel, too, I would think,” he said with a clearing of his throat.

“Oh, yes. I’m wearing hip-hugging shorts, too. They’re black leather with a chain on one side.”

“You want me to yank on your chain, don’t you,” he teased me.

“You know it, baby,” I assured him. “Yank on my chain and watch me spin for you.” I ran my fingers through my hair and cleared my throat. “How ‘bout you? What’re you wearing on this fine evening?”

“Well, I was wearing pants but I took ‘em off just now,” he confessed, and he chuckled to himself. “I’m just here in my underwear and a little Aerosmith shirt on. It’s a little bit small, too, so… when I raise my arms up over my head, you can see me.”

“Oh, that’s cute,” I told him.

“I just got out of the shower, too, so my hair’s all wet.”

“I just pictured you at the beach,” I confessed. “Laying on the sand with the waves making their way over your arms and legs and your hair strewn back behind your head. You look like a merman.”

“I come from Atlantis,” he declared. “Or, wait, no! I just parted the sea. I parted the sea and now I need to relax a while.”

I reached behind me to the heating pad. I had the stupidest idea, but I had to lead him into it just like with the rest of the phone call.

“You relax and lounge about in your fantasy?” I asked him.

“I do that after I’ve fetched you from the depths below, my mistress,” he clarified. “I serve you for the rest of our days.”

“That is so sweet,” I breathed into the mouthpiece, and my heart skipped a few beats.

“I’m laying here in my T-shirt and panties, so I’ve got to do something,” he quipped.

“Imagine you in lingerie,” I confessed, and he snorted and let out a big bout of laughter at that.

“Can you picture me in lingerie?”

“As a matter of fact, I can,” I told him with a twirl of the phone cord around my finger. “And you look really sexy, too.”

“What do I have on?” he sweetly asked me.

“This little white lace teddy. It’s hanging off your body and showing off your beautiful little belly and because it’s fine lace, there’s like a see-through quality to it so I can see your nipples. It’s also low-cut so I can see your collar bones and your chest. There’s a little breeze blowing so your hair sweeps over your chest, your shoulders, and your neck. You’ve got on these low-slung but slightly snug pants so they show off the shape of your legs, your hips, and your ass, too.”

There was a brief silence on his end, and then he let out a low whistle.

“Is it possible to get turned on by your own self?” he stammered out.

“I don’t know, I would think so?” I giggled at that.

“You injected that image into me, and I swear to god, I felt something within me,” he confessed to me.

“I sure felt something within me,” I confessed to him, and I let my voice lower down to a near whisper all the while. “Thinking about you and your long, beautiful hair in junction with that delicate lace. So gorgeous.”

“Wind twirling through my hair,” he followed along.

“You smell good and your body is so soft and sweet,” I added, and I ran my fingers through my hair again. A wave of warmth swept over me right then. “You smell good.”

A bout of silence on his end, followed by more of that low crackling noise.

“Portia, are you thinking what I’m thinking?” he then asked me.

“Maybe,” I replied. “Does it involve you or me climbing atop something? Or someone?”

“I kind of want you to climb atop something that vibrates,” he suggested. “But I also want you to be comfy, though. I want you to be as comfy as me right now laying on the couch in nothing more than my T-shirt and panties.”

“Gladly,” I assured him, and I sank down on the couch. It radiated heat but I remembered it also had a massage function on it; I tucked it right between my legs, right up against the crotch of my panties.

“Now, if I do this,” I said. “I want you to jerk off right into the phone at me. I need some kind of stimulation myself.”

“Can do, baby doll,” he assured me. “Although if I’m honest, I have never really jerked off that much.”

“You?” I was taken aback by that. “Big, sexy Alex who knocks me out with just one look and one sway of his hips? You never jacked off before?”

“Not that much,” he clarified.

“I can teach you that,” I told him.

“Oh, could you?” he quipped to me. “I’d love to get you off. I’d love to do a good job.” He sounded as though he was out of breath when he said that, which told me that I had him in the palm of my hand. I licked my lips and switched on the heating pad. The warmth was a little bit delayed, which gave me time to go into it. It gave me time to lead him.

“Okay,” I began, and I closed my eyes once I switched on the massage function. “Reach down the front of your undies and grope yourself with your free hand.”

“Okay…” There was a brief pause on his end, and then he cleared his throat. “I’m touching myself.”

“Stick one finger up inside your hole and run your fingertip around the rim. Go gently at first. And then I want you to touch yourself as hard as you can take it. Go as hard as you can until you start feeling your hips wanting to buck and you get a little glistening there at the end.”

He grunted on the other end, and then the massage function of the pad picked up on me. It vibrated with the lush warmth right inside of my legs. I let out a low whistle, while he treated me to a soft groan and a little grunt.

“Okay…” he sputtered out. “One finger up in here—I’m fingering myself—” He then gasped and let out a low moan.

“Oh, baby, you’re a lightweight,” I chuckled.

“Yeah, I just—I just touched my nuts with the backs of my fingers,” he told me, and he treated me to another soft groan, this gentle whisper from the back of his throat like he was really going in deep. The vibration picked up more on me as my lips warmed up, and I leaned back.

“What’s going on with you?” he sputtered.

“I’m—I’m���vibrating—” I said, and I could scarcely speak from the feeling up inside my lips. It hit the head of my clit and warmed me up. I began to breathe harder from the feeling, and I breathed hard into the mouthpiece of the phone.

“I’m bucking,” he stammered. “I feel like I wanna fuck you silly—!” He gasped again, and that time he let out an even louder groan. All the little noises he was making on the other end only added to the feeling on my end. My hips bucked and I tried to keep myself steady on the couch all the while. It was useless. I was going to come before him.

“Yes—” I choked out. “Yes!” I put my free arm over my head. My nipples were so tight under my bra, that the lace against my skin only rubbed against them. I was going to come twice in the blink of an eye.

“Oh, my god,” he stammered.

“Yes, that’s it,” I declared, and my hips bucked so hard from the vibrations. I pictured myself riding him, riding him like my little black horse with the silver mane. The lace on my nipples made me come that second time, and I knew he had to get off at some point or another after that. I knew he had to get off when I breathed hard into the mouthpiece. I breathed hard as I was about to reach the third summit of the mountain and with utmost ease as well. My heart pounded. The warmth over me transformed into beads of sweat. If I came more times, then I knew the beads could release and drip down. The only drawback of this, in that I wanted him to see the sweat dripping down on me. 

I knew that it would drive him crazy.

I groaned into the phone, and I nearly dropped it all the while. But I came three times for him. Three cheers for sweet revenge.

Alex treated me to a low sound that told me he had reached his climax, and at a rather slow pace at that.

“There he is,” I choked out. Out of breath, he groaned into the mouthpiece on his end. It almost sounded as though he had fallen off the couch and landed on his back. He swallowed, and then let out a low whistle.

“Phew. Wow.” He then burst into hearty laughter; I could hear him shake his head about as if to clear his head.

“Ah, shit,” he groaned out.

“What happened?” I asked him as I climbed off the pad. The sweat on my forehead never dripped down, but that didn’t stop me from leaning back on the cool leather of the couch. I gazed up to the dream catcher in the window next to me, and I wished he was there with me so I could hold him in my arms while we slept in my bed together.

“I spilled a little,” he said. “I like this couch, too. This little couch just big enough for me and another person.”

“Can you turn the cushion over?”

“Oh, yeah. It’s just… it’s always going to be there. The memory of you and me having a moment, and I kinda wanna keep that to myself, too.”

“Have that memory all to yourself,” I said. “Have it just between you and me and no one else.”

“Exactly, yeah.”

“You are so sweet,” I told him with one hand on my chest. “Like, that’s really romantic when I think about it.”

“It really is,” he assured me, once more in that low, silky tone of voice that reminded me of wild honey. He then cleared his throat.

“So, uh… you wanna do lunch this weekend?” he offered me. “You, me, Chuck, Lou, and Eric?”

“I’d love to,” I told him. “Especially after all of that.” And I couldn’t resist smiling, even though I knew he couldn’t see me.

“We are definitely going there…” And I could hear that he was getting aroused again.

“We don’t tell him about this, however,” I told him.

“Oh, heavens no,” he assured me. “I’ll tell you this, though. When I see you, I’m going to try and keep the boner in my pants at bay.” And he chuckled at that.

“Yeah, you’re gonna keep it at bay because I’m gonna touch you there when the three of them are not paying attention,” I scoffed, and he jeered at that.

“We’ll get your belly button pierced, too,” he quipped.

“And again, I’m gonna have my hand on your crotch if you even think about suggesting that to him,” I scoffed at him again.

“God, you’re good,” he breathed into the mouthpiece. “I have to go. My food’s going to be here in a couple of minutes and I have to clean up my mess.”

“I have to go, too,” I told him. “See you soon, baby.” I puckered my lips and made a kiss over the mouthpiece.

“And I’ll see you soon, too, doll face,” he assured me. We hung up at the same time, and I let out a low whistle myself. All the while, I gazed up at the dream catcher in the window, and I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself.

[chuuyascumsock]

hi pookie <33 sorry its been yearsss, lifes been a bit of bitch but im just going to be bitchier 😎

how are you doing? and also i love that you re-watched my little pony, that show RAISED me, I CRIED over Princess Celestia and Luna's reunion and the hundreds of other arcs that it had

I HATE THE NEW ONE ITS SO SODUHVODSHUCO 😔☹️

The old MLP is in my heart forever ❤️ (can you tell i was a horse girl 💀)

BUT OMG THAT BLANKET YOU MADE W LIZZY IS SO CUTE????? its so sweet 🥰🥰

i miss you and tumblr moots :(

and ive been TRYING to deal w my writing burnout 'cause i have an idea for a fic that ive been trying to write but words just aren't wording !!!!

and not to mention its been so unbearably hot where i live its actually horrific, i cant sleep at all because of the heat T-T

but on a lighter note ive been hanging out w some of my friends after we all got back from our respective trips and we're planning a little roadtrip later this month !!!!

and

i got snorb a sibling

this is my second baby 😋 im a proud dino mother here !!!

(this is a cry for help)

stay sexy 😘😘❤️💐

Hiiiii Pookie, I’m glad you sent an ask, I was getting worried about you snookums 🥺

I started watching MLP when I was like 10 because my baby brothers wanted to watch it and I liked it but after that I hadn’t seen it in years so I thought I’d get back into it. I was especially into the mlp creepypasta stuff (it was like the first official fandom I got into when I was 8 and it lasted until I was like 14 and I got a new hyperfixation which was Assassination Classroom, let me tell you— being in the Fnaf, Minecraft, Undertale, and Eddsworld fandoms in that time frame as well was wild. The fanfics and crossovers were embarrassing, y’all.)

Also, horse girl? I had to be one in middle and high school cause my mom made me take riding lessons and at least one competition lol. While I didn’t like it because I nearly broke my hip doing so, I’m still salty they sold the horse I mainly rode for two years and the new owner was a bitch and wouldn’t even let me walk past his stall because she was so possessive. Genuinely was only there to make friends with the horses, I still miss you, Cinnabar :[

And yessss, I love the blanket I made with Libby cause it’s so soft and warm which is great cause my hands and feet are naturally cold like a corpse.

I also get the burnout, I wanna write so bad and I have so many ideas but I just can’t write. I want to finish my second Chuuya hurt/comfort fic and Dazai hurt/comfort fic cause they’re almost done (my Chuuya one is 4k+ words long and the Dazai one is being a bitch and deleted half of my progress). But it’s okay because I named them appropriately so look out for fics called “I said break it down, not have a break down” and “This homeless man won’t leave so I’m spraying him down with dirty brown water” (I think you can guess which is which). So yeah :]

THE HEAT IS KILLING ME HERE TOO, IT’S SO FUCKING HOT AND HUMID AND MY GLASSES GET ALL FOGGY WHEN I LEAVE MY HOUSE FOR WORK I HATE IT 😭

Hurray for hanging out with friends!! I watched the new Deadpool and Wolverine movie with my friends this passing week and my god, Hugh Jackman is the straightest man crush I’ve ever had, he is so fine. I rarely like irl men in general (only do so with celebrities bc irl girls is where it’s at, dating boys is gross) so when I do, yk he’s got IT. God, I’d shred cheese on those abs of his.

And you got Snorb a sibling‼️ Name ‘em Sneeb, Sneeb and Snorb <3

[hajimeiwaswife]

congrats on your milestone ane! I would like yuuji itadori with these lyrics!"And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime, and I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine" . Take your time and please don't feel rushed!!

AHHHH LUNA THANK YOU SO MUCH! AND CONGRATS ON YOUR MILESTONE, TOO! I hope this meets your expectations!

Request: yes, for the 130 followers event.

Word count: 1,2K

Warnings: none

Summary: Yuuji indulges on his desires for once.

It was the first time in months that the students at Jujutsu High had a day off, a very rare sight, indeed. The second years proposed to their juniors to go to the beach, a relaxing paradise that would bring so much needed rest to the sorcerers. Crystal clear water, bright sea shells, flamboyant swimsuits and delicious food, that was what the young adults had for themselves.

Megumi was under an umbrella, covered in sunscreen and reading a book, content with his own safe space. Nobara and Makki were toasting under the sun, thinking no one suspected anything of their small and lingering touches to each other. Playing in the water were Panda and Inumaki, the taller one running away from a wild Toge who tried to rub a fish on his back.

Meanwhile, Yuuji and you were sitting in the sand, smiling and talking about everything and anything. It had been like that ever since you met each other, finding comfort and a scape in the other's arms, easy conversation falling out of your mouths, as if you had been friends since childhood.

You always felt some kind of warmth emitting from Yuuji; at first, you thought it was his natural good aura, being the closest thing to the sun you had ever witnessed. But that was discarded the moment you decided to face your feelings for the boy. Gentle, caring, outgoing, happy-go-lucky and attractive, you didn't even know when it happened, but you fell head over heels for him.

Yuuji, on his part, felt this cold breeze of August afternoons after a really hot day at the Mediterranean Coast when he was with you, refreshing and renewing. He loved to witness your beautiful personality grow and transform as you learned new things, your illusion for your job, how you cared for those near you, how strong you were. The duality in you made him feel butterflies in his stomach.

And that is why he decided not to tell you about his feelings. He knew how his story would end being Sukuna's vessel, when he had consumed all the fingers, he would be sacrificed for a greater good. He wasn't going to lie, he was terrified of dying, losing the possibility of growing old and experimenting life to its fullest, not being able to spend more time with his lovely friends ―or, as he liked to refer to them, family―, and not being able to live a life with you. His biggest regret. How could he be so selfish of hiding his feelings for you from you? But maybe it was better that way, losing a friend is less painful than losing a soulmate, and you had already lost him once when everybody thought he was dead. You would be okay.

Still, he could do it with just a kiss, just a gentle caress of your lips on his before he had to say goodbye. He looked at your profile, relaxed and breathing the salty sea breeze, the sun kissed your skin, glowing under dusk. You were truly beautiful, so much that he was left breathless with only the sight of you.

"I was thinking of going tomorrow for some Korean noodles to the Korean restaurant next to the school," you commented, amazed watching the swinging of the waves, "and I was wondering if maybe, uh you know... if you wanted to come with me." flustered, you asked him.

However, Yuuji was still trying to get over the sweet tone of your voice to even process your words. How could a human being have such a mellow voice? He could hear you talk all day in exchange of being allowed to listen to it. But, sooner than later, you would want a reply to your question, so he made the effort to think about what you said. Once he processed you had asked him out without actually doing so, his brain stopped working. You wanted to go to have lunch with him? Alone? Just the two of you?

"I-if you don't want don't feel forced to! I was just offering..." you exclaimed, shyer than he had ever seen you.

"No! No, of course I want to!" he shouted, startling you and cursing himself for his cringy behaviour, "I meant that, well, I would love to!"

"Okay."

It was silent for a few moments, both content with the date not actually date you were going to have, both your hearts racing, but none of you brave enough to tell the other. Nobara on more than one occasion had tried to convince you ―usually in a very violent way― to confess your feelings to the pinkie-haired boy, but you had refused. You were happy being his friend, in a world like the one you all lived in there was no place for love.

But watching him under the sun, moon appearing in the sky reflecting in his perfect skin had you thinking otherwise. Exactly because of the world you lived it was worth it, you needed to enjoy the time you two had, be it a day or fifty years. Sighing, you turned fully to him and opened your mouth, saying all the things your heart felt and that Yuuji deserved to know.

"I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime," you started. Yuuji looked at you surprised.

"Really? Where have you heard that? Only once in a lifetime? That's sad. Why no more than once?" his energetic self wondered out loud, waiting for an explanation to his questions. But you decided to follow as you had planned in that very instant.

"And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine."

Yuuji, eyes wide-opened, gazed at you as the cows looked the trains pass. What had you said? You were in love with him? Was that what you meant? He was confused, glad, happy, euphoric. The girl of his dreams was in love with him of all people. Or maybe you were reciting a poem and he was getting excited for nothing.

"Wait, do you mean it? Like, you like me?" he asked, trying to assured himself.

"I mean, yes? That's what I have just told you," at this point you were a nervous wreck, fidgeting and regretting your spontaneous decision.

Yuuji was going to tell you he reciprocated your feelings, but the thoughts from before returned, darkening his expression. He was going to die, sooner or later, it was unfair for you to be gifted what you wanted and then have it taken away from you all of a sudden.

"If you feel the same just say it, Yuuji, don't think about your situation for this, be fair to yourself."

Your voice. It was it that brought him back to the world. Your welcoming eyes looking at him with so much love that he could get lost in your attention. You were right, he had to think of himself for once, he was going to fall in the pleasure of having what he wanted, which resulted to be you. He nodded, incapable of talking as he saw you approaching him and caressing his lips with yours, as he had dreamt of before.

Like that, the rest of your friends witness your kiss under the stars a Wednesday evening after having an amazing day off, completely relaxed and in love.

If he had to die, he will. But, before that happened, he was going to be your love.

[willowbleedsonpaper]

Play Dumb

Draco Malfoy x Ravenclaw Female Reader

W.C. 3500

A/N: Hello! So this is my first time posting something I wrote. I’m a little nervous but also very proud of this. I apologize in advance if there is any mistake, English is not my first language.  

I would love to know what you think! Thank you and happy reading.

Summary: One day visiting your friend Myrtle, you found that she already had company. Learning some things you shouldn’t about Draco Malfoy you become really nervous around him and see yourself in the need to face him.

*Not my GIF. Credits to the creator*

 You knew you shouldn’t be out so late, the corridors were completely empty and the echo of your hurried footsteps were so loud you wouldn’t be surprised if some prefect caught you just because of the sound. 

But you weren’t the only one out past curfew. The sound of laughter and chase reached your ears from the end of the hallway and there was only one escape. You waited until whoever was having worse luck than you ran past so you could turn and head to your destination. Just as your back rested flat against the stone wall a group of Gryffindors ran the opposite direction from where you were followed close by Mr. Filch who limped as fast as he could after them.

You counted to ten on your head, letting out a breath and resuming your way. The second floor girl’s bathroom was rarely visited by anyone, but you found comfort in the friendly chat you could have with the fellow Ravenclaw, even is she was dead. Not many took the time to get to know Myrtle and she didn’t give chances easily after being called names and thrown things her way, you on the other hand, gathered the patience and tried your best to be an enjoyable company to the girl. You argued, many times ending in an exchange of shouts and petty insults but you always came back and Myrtle always welcomed you with open arms. 

So to say that you were shocked to hear a different voice from Myrtle’s as you walked through the door was an understatement. You tiptoed your way in, curious as to who would be there that late at night, you never encountered anyone else there on your visits. 

“Myrtle?” you called, taking the last steps to where Myrtle usually. There on the floor sat a boy, he rested his body against the wall, hugging his knees and looking up to nowhere in particular. He didn’t seemed to have heard you until his head snapped at you, your shoe stepping in a puddle of water.

“What are you doing here?” he grumbled, clearly annoyed as his wide eyes changed into a glare. It was Draco Malfoy. You could see him now more clearly, his hair was little wild and his eyes looked tormented, but otherwise it was just the Slytherin Prince in the flesh.

“I came here to see Myrtle.” you answered him, opting to not say a thing about his puffy eyes of the fact that his hands shaked at his sides “I can go,” you offered pointing at the door “She’s not here anyway” and with that you turned on your heel, leaving without another word.

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Your days at Hogwarts were peaceful and full of joy. You adored each and every single one of your classes even if you weren't the best at them, the fact that you tried was enough for you, spending time at the library to research the subjects you didn’t fully understand and just for the sake of being there. If someone was looking for you that would be the first place to look. 

You were rarely alone. You were always by your housemate and best friend side, Luna Lovegood, and so it wasn’t a surprise to find her alongside her friends from Gryffindor, Ginny Weasley and Neville Longbottom. Ginny was the only Weasley you ever considered talking to, the others were too involved in the drama of  Harry Potter’s life, and even if you caught on the looks Ginny would give the boy who lived, she didn’t drag the problems with her. 

You were happy.

The biggest problem you’ve had in all your years at Hogwarts involved failing a test. That was it. You weren’t a brilliant witch like Granger but you weren’t stupid either. You learned even if that didn’t reflect on your grades all the time. 

And yet, lately you found yourself nervous all the time. You felt watched, every place you turned a certain Slytherin was looking your way. Sometimes his eyes would drift away from you and pretend he wasn’t staring but in more than one occasion you’ve locked eyes with him and he shamelessly would keep on looking at you. 

Did you do something to anger him? No, you would remember something like that. You’ve barely crossed paths with him, much less talked to him. Then why the sudden interest in you? 

“Y/N?” you turned your eyes to Luna next to you, giving her a shy smile “Are you alright?” she asked you with a little smile of her own.

You nodded your head, and took a sip of your juice in front of you “Sorry Luna,” you said “I’m just distracted, that’s all.”

“Yeah,” she sighed happily “I can see that. I’ve also noticed how Draco has been staring at you the entire week” she said, you choked a little on your juice at the casual tone with which she spoke.  She handed you a napkin, muttering a Thank you you took it from her hand. Luna tilted her head in your direction “Haven’t you noticed?”

“Actually, yes.” you answered nervously “I don’t why, though.”

Luna hummed softly under her breath, turning gracefully to the table and getting a piece of fruit “Maybe it has to do with your encounter with him” she said.

“Why is that? We barely spoke” you frowned at her, the idea never crossing your mind

“Well, if I was Draco and someone had seen me potentially crying I would be scared of that someone gossiping” Luna smiled, grabbing her bag and holding her hand out for you to take “You coming?” she asked.

You mirrored her actions, taking her hand and walking to your first class of the day. You found it difficult to concentrate the entire day, Luna’s words ringing inside your head at all times. You couldn’t grasp your head around the idea of Draco Malfoy being scared of you telling everyone that you saw him crying. Why would anyone do that? Everybody cries, it’s human. 

You pushed the thoughts aside, or as much as you could, and carried on with your day as normally as you could. The back of your head burning at all times with glares and stares from the blonde boy.

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“What’s gotten into you?” Blaise Zabini took his usual spot next to Draco on the common room, the fire burning as he started intently into the flames.

“What do you mean?” Draco asked back, never lifting his eyes to look at him.

Blaise laughed softly, pointing his hands at him “That’s what I mean.” he exclaimed “You’ve been inside your head the past week, barely putting any attention to any of us or the classes. How many times have you asked for my notes?” he asked with a raised eyebrow “Pansy’s? Theo’s? Merlin! Next thing we know we’ll have to give the class ourselves” 

Draco’s glare made Blaise slump a little in his seat, but he didn’t walk away or apologized like many did. Years of practice being around Draco did that to you.

“It’s called thinking, Zabini” he growled standing from his seat “You should try it some time”

“Where are you going?” he asked Draco who stopped at door of the common room. Draco only flashed his prefect badge at him, turning and leaving without uttering a word.

No one had said anything to him, not a comment making fun of him nor a funny look, nothing. He was on edge every time he stepped on his common room and heard his friends laughing. The first thought coming to his head being They're laughing at me. But it was never the case. Why was he so scared of you saying something? Did you even notice he was crying? He didn’t even knew your name until two days back when Longbottom shouted for you on the middle of the courtyard, you ran towards him and didn't even spare a glance his way. 

Y/N Y/L/N. A Half-blood Ravenclaw. 

He would have never acknowledged your existence if it wasn’t for those miserable ten seconds he talked to you, and know you were his every waking thought. Why did he had to breakdown that night? Why did you have to go there at the same time as him?

Why was he walking to the exact same place where yet another problem was thrown over his shoulders?

He opened the door, finding it empty. Maybe it was just a coincidence you were there that night. He made his way to one of the windows, sitting down so the moonlight would shine over his face. He closed his eyes, shaky breaths leaving his lips as he tried to even his breathing. Then the door burst open.

“Myrtle!” It was you again, he rolled his eyes standing and crossing his arms over his chest, you halted and squinting your eyes at him “Hello” you said, recuperating quickly from the shock and walking past him “Have you seen Myrtle?” you asked him so casually his entire unbothered look faltered.

“What are you doing here?” he asked in annoyance, his face hardened as you pulled several things from your bag without a care in the world.

“I could ask you the same thing?” you said back, not bothering to look at him.

“I’m a prefect” he said matter of factly and your entire body stiffened, standing up straight with your eyes scrunched closed.   

You cursed under your breath, but then you came to the realization that you were in the girl’s bathroom, your body relaxing as you asked him “Are you patrolling the bathroom?”

He was about to answer but no words left his mouth, he stared at you in anger and pointed to the door “I have to report you” 

You turned your entire body to him, he had to admit you were intimidating with the look of determination in your eyes, your straight posture that make you look taller than you were but still, you had to tilt your head upwards to stare into his eyes “Right, let’s go to professor Flitwick. I bet he’ll love to hear how you find me in your patrol through the girl's bathroom.” the words left your mouth so fast you didn't even had control over your voice, sounding like a complete bitch.

“Sorry,” you sighed, still accommodating your place “But I’m not going with you” you shrugged, giving him a side glance to see his reaction.

He scoffed loudly, the bitterness in his face almost making you uncomfortable but you were more taken aback at his reaction, turning completely to him with a frown. “You’re trying to blackmail me, aren’t you?” he laughed humorlessly missing your face contort in one of utter confusion.

“Excuse me?” you said, letting your body fall to the ground sitting there as you looked at him pace.

“You are going to tell the entire school that you saw me crying the other night unless I let you get away with this.” he said, his pacing increasing as he started to rant “I knew there was a reason you didn’t tell anyone…”

“Malfoy”

“...I knew Ravenclaw’s were clever…”

“Malfoy!” 

“...this is infuriating!”

“DRACO!” you finally shouted, grabbing his shoulders to hold him in place “Who was crying?” you asked and watched his face fell.

“What?” he whispered, you gave him a concerned look and he shook himself from your grasp “You mean you didn’t  see me?” he asked relieved, a relief that quickly was replaced with anger. How could he had been so stupid?

“Draco” you called softly, keeping your distance as you noticed how he had tensed at your touch “Are you alright?”

He shoot you a glare, practically fuming “Stay away from me” he growled and stormed away, leaving a very bad energy in the air.

You sighed, picking up your bag and getting all your supplies inside. Your painting session would have to wait. You stayed a few more minutes chatting with Myrtle, the only thing she could talk about being Draco and how he visited her too from time to time. 

 That night you stay up until late, wandering what other things did Draco do that you didn’t know of. You wondered why was he so scared of you and the information you learned of him.

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Weeks passed by and you had managed to avoid Draco at all costs, dominating the art of ignoring stares you tried to never be alone, you also cut short your visits to Myrtle, her telling you specifically which day to go. You didn't question her, you even managed to convince Luna to tag along a few times. 

Everything was going great. You changed spots and instead of visiting Myrtle you found a windowsill covered by a thick curtain where you could sit and read, sometimes even paint.

So when someone cleared his throat from beside you, you jumped in your place, heart beating hard as you turned to face whoever interrupted your reading. Coming face to face with stern grey eyes.

“Merlin,” you breathed out, catching your breath as you picked your book from the floor “Next time announce yourself or something.” you said. 

“Go to your common room” he said, walking past you. You stayed frozen in place and he seemed to notice, his head turning to look at you in disbelief “Now!” he hissed but you still couldn’t take a step.

“Aren’t you going to report me?” you asked him.

He began to lose his patience, marching towards you and you stumbled back as you caught sight of his sleeves rolled up his arms, bracing yourself against the wall “Do you,” he said eyeing your entire body “want me to report you?”

Saying your heart rate was normal would be a lie, that your arms were not shaking would also be a lie. You swallowed the gulp in your throat, shaking your head fast you avoided to look at him and what you just saw, ducking your head down “Goodnight Draco” you said making a beeline to your dorm. Who knew Draco had a tattoo?

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   You were officially paranoid. Everywhere you go your eyes scanned the room at least three times for the Slytherin Prefect, and if you even saw a glimpse of him you would run the opposite direction like your life depended on it. You would collapse on other people walking, drop their books or leave your friends abandoned in the middle of a hallway with confused looks, by now they didn’t question you, they just sighed and waited for you to return on your own or for them to find you again.

You couldn’t bring yourself to tell them that Draco Malfoy had you walking on eggshells, that you couldn’t be in the same room as him out of fear of him snapping at you. 

You were terrified. 

And Draco had caught up in your odd behaviour, he never paid attention to you but now it was hard not to.  As soon as your professors said the class was over you jumped to your feet and ran; he went several times to the second floor bathroom in the hopes that he would found you there, he even tried the same windowsill where scared you so bad you dropped your book. He thought of going to your friends but not one time did he gathered the courage to do so. He was lost. 

“Draco?” he lifted his head from the book spread over the library table, his eyes falling back to the pages as he met Pansy Parkinson’s eyes “We looked all over the castle for you” she said, a little upset but said nothing more as she took the chair next to him. She frowned at the papers he worked on, not recognizing the subject “What is that?” 

He was quick to cover the pages with his arms, gathering all of it so he could put it away in his bag. He muttered a Nothing, getting to his feet, Pansy following close “We’re going to the three Broomsticks“ she said “You want to come with us?” 

“I have homework to do” he answered coldly, and she sighed knowing it was lie. They all had finished their homework the day before so they could go out without any worry. 

Pansy glanced at him, a smirk tugging to her lips as she leaned into his ear “I heard certain Ravenclaw girl would be there” she whispered, making him stop leaving him a few steps behind her.

“What?” he asked, glaring at his friend when her smirk widened “You’re  mental.” he established resuming his walk. She catched up with him, holding his wrist so he would turn and face her.

“I didn’t say who,” she said triumphantly “and you didn’t deny it.” he scoffed moving his eyes away from her, crossing his arms over his chest “Oh, c’mon Draco. We all saw it, you’re not as discrete as you think”

If only you knew, he thought. With a shake of his head he turned to their common room muttering the password and stepping inside. “Leave it, Pansy.” he asked in defeat “This has nothing to do with her, she’s just a problem I’ll have to deal with”

Pansy Parkinson made her fame around being a gossiper, annoying, nosey and manipulative. But she treasure her friends . She knew they all had their boundaries and problems of their own. She knew when to step back.

One of her hands came to his shoulder, giving it a squeeze “We’ll be at the three broomsticks for a while.” she said as an invitation, her hand fell and she left him be. 

Draco sighed, running a hand through his hair he looked at his reflection in one vase over the table, he was thinner and looked untidy. He hated looking as he felt. But right now wasn’t time for looks, he had a job to do. 

He changed into a more comfortable choice of clothes, making his way to the Room of Requirement. He paced outside the wall a few times before the door appeared before him. 

“In the name of Rowena Ravenclaw!” he heard you yell as soon as he crossed the door, closing it slowly behind him “Are you following me?” you asked shutting your book with such a force a thin coat of dust flew from it. 

He stood there in shock, that wasn’t the room of requirement. It was a library, but a more comfortable one. Soft couches were lined alongside the bookshelves full of every book you would want to read, the floor was scattered with rugs and cushions, many of them accomodated in a makeshift bed where you had been reading previous his arrival.

“What?” he whispered, looking at you for answers. But you were having no more of it.  You jumped to your feet and stormed to his side “Y/N…”

“No” you said pointing a finger at him “Don’t Y/N me” you shut him, and he stood there listening to your every word “You know how much I have suffered because you told me to stay away from you? I don’t even know why I listened to you, but I was terrified. You are intimidating, did you you knew that?”

“Terrified?” he gasped. Never would he have thought that you would use that word to describe him but here you were, ranting on and on about how scared you were, tripping over your own feet as you unconsciously took a few steps back.

 You stopped all the gibberish pouring out of your mouth at his question, your eyes were wide but something told you that he was hurt by your words. Your eyes stole glance at his left forearm, quickly realizing your mistake as his own eyes followed your movement.

“You saw it?” he asked, moving a hand to his forearm, running his thumb softly over his sleeve.

You nodded, still shaky that after all your attempts at hiding from him he managed to find you. “I haven’t told anyone” you practically yelled and he now understood your fear towards him. 

You knew he was a Death Eater.

“It’s alright” he whispered “I know you haven’t”

You let a breath out, fidgeting with your hands “Look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m worried about you.” you admitted, a blush creeping over your face “No one deserves to be alone” you muttered, not daring to look up in fear you just made a fool out of yourself in front of the person you were scared of not  more than an hour ago. 

But when he did not answer the curiosity killed you and you rose your head. His eyes glistened and he had a soft smile on his lips, he looked sad and vulnerable. You couldn’t resist and took the short steps separating the two of you. You engulfed him in a tight embrace, resting your head in his chest as you waited for his body to relax. Just when you thought about letting go of him, he let out a shaky laugh and wrapped his arms around you with the same intensity you did.

 You stayed like that for a short while, him pulling you away and looking down at you “Does that mean you didn’t see me cry?” he asked.

You laughed loudly, a look of adoration in his face as your laugh died down “Oh, I did” you said with a chuckle “I just played dumb”

[inabottlelikelightning]

10 fandoms, 10 characters, 10 tags :)

got tagged in this a While ago (@grenadinepeach thank u <3 <3 <3) and i thought i’d give it a shot since i’ve been in Quite a few fandoms

rules: show us your ten favorite characters from ten fandoms and then tag ten people to do the same.

1. theo raeken — teen wolf

yeah this can’t be a surprise to anyone. this man somehow inspired me enough to actually Start Writing. absolutely wild. love him to death. bamf dumbass. also it doesn’t hurt that he looks Like That.

honorable mentions: allison, lydia, kira. (sorry liam)

2. steve rogers — marvel

some of you may not know this about me but i was into marvel for Quite Some Time. i have to say 💓💗💖💞💝💘💕steve rogers 💞💓💗💖💕 in both the mcu and 616. and, like. avengers assemble. there is just something so.. [chefs kiss] about someone who has suffered So Much and still strives to just be a really good fucking person. i could write a whole essay on this mf. i love him a lot

honorable mentions: peter parker (SUCH a close second, not mcu because Yikes but aaaa 616 peter my beloved), peggy carter, miles morales, natasha romanoff

3. arthur ?????

i have seen inception an unspeakable amount of times and the most interesting thing is the Crumbs of information we have about all of the characters. he’s resourceful, he’s competent, he’s a great dresser. 10/10 don’t know anyone else who could take down a hotel full of men in a three piece suit with spontaneous changes in gravity. like godDAMN that’s attractive.

honorable mentions: i mean. there are only 7 total characters so, like.. eames i guess??

4. minerva mcgonagall — harry potter

oh MAN she was the Original bamf. screamed every time she came onscreen/on the page because i knew shit was about to go down. the only unproblematic character, and the only one fandom hasn’t absolutely Ruined. an accidental gem in the series, there’s no way joanne knew what she was doing here

honorable mentions: luna lovegood, neville longbottom, remus lupin

5. magnus bane — shadowhunters (TV)

okay so i just watched this series and good GOD it was so much better than the books. i felt like in the books magnus was always sidelined but the show really let him shine in all his warlock glory. absurdly powerful + very nice blazers + kickass eyeliner + amazing jewelry + cat dad + disgustingly kind + adopts various individuals as children as he goes through life because 💖💕💓💗found family💕💓💗💘. bisexual poc king. fucking love him, 17,000 exes and all.

honorable mentions: alec lightwood, izzy lightwood, raphael santiago

6. jared dunn — silicon valley

if you haven’t watched this show i would actually recommend it. it’s impressive. but jared is, by far, one of the FUNNIEST characters i have ever experienced in my whole life. the only reason he isn’t #1 on this list is because i feel a duty to everyone ^^ up there, but jared is. GOD. physical depiction of “perfectly pleasant and put together until he goes APESHIT”

honorable mentions: gilfoyle, bighead

7. crowley — good omens

true chaotic neutral at its finest. a bastard of a man, who Tries To Be Good Anyways. sad and pining. mortals believe he’s mafia, which is fucking hysterical to me. SINCE I STARTED THIS I FOUND OUT WE ARE GETTING A GOOD OMENS S2???? RISE TF UP

honorable mentions: aziraphale, anathema device

8. mazikeen — lucifer

she’s just.. uhhhh. she’s SO…… G O D. no words except that she’s the only reason i got through the 2nd season. so happy that she finally got a gf ❤️ she absolutely deserves it

honorable mentions: ella, trixie

9. toph beifong — avatar

absolute fucking legend. blind and kicked ass 24/7. this is my daughter and i love her very much. also apparently i’m an earthbender???? not too sure abt that one tho

honorable mentions: sokka, katara

10. alaric saltzman — the vampire diaries

okay couldn’t put a gif for this one bc of the tumblr limit but vampire hunter sticks around and acquires a vampire bro and a vampire daughter and trains a vampire hunter son and then acquires a vampire coparent to his 2 biological witch daughters… fantastic trope. i feel bad for him because his wives keep dying but he was a GIFT in the vampire diaries, no one did it like him

honorable mentions: bonnie bennett

tags: @attempted--eloquence @frustrateddumbbar @thecenturiestrickle @rohesiawrites @ttp5000 @cordelia---rose @songbvrd @li0nh34rt @edge0fmydesiree @lucilucialu

[pansyslut]

Hello! I have a request for draco x reader oneshot. Can you please make a really angsty one based on your prompt list number 26 and 50? A happy ending would be amazing! Thank you very much!

when i needed you most

draco x reader

a/n : yayyy another request !! here you gooo i hope you like it i really enjoyed writing this one. the prompts went together really well

prompt list

prompt #26 - “you are my everything”

prompt #50 - “everyone else was there, but it was you who i needed the most. and you weren’t here.”

summary : y/n struggles after having a miscarriage. instead of draco being by her side for comfort, no one knows where he is. angst & fluffy ending.

it had been less than twenty four hours since you had returned home. they kept you in the hospital for a couple days after your miscarriage. you spent most of the time crying silent tears, having worried friends in and out of your room, nurses constantly checking on you.

you were glad to be home. when you were at the hospital many of you and dracos friends had come to visit and check up on you. it had grown suffocating. you knew it was only coming from a place of love but you couldn’t help but feel like you needed to be alone.

when you found out you were being released that night you had muttered “thank merlin” and draco had nodded his head. you both needed the hell out of there. away from the people and the environment. you both craved the comfort of your own home.

when you got home, draco had made you soup while you were put on bed rest. you weren’t complaining though because everytime you moved it felt like a elephant was sitting on your uterus.

you and draco hadn’t spoken much, both of you processing and coping your own ways. part of you craved the feeling of your husbands arms but he stayed stiffly on his side of the bed. deciding not to disturb him, you eventually fell asleep as well.

waking up was the worst part so far. the pain was unbearable as the medicine they have given you now completely worn off. you lay there, stiff as you reach your arm across the bed to only feel cold sheets.

“draco?” you call out loud enough for him to hear you throughout the house.

after a few seconds you realize you are alone. you find yourself in the room alone with your mind running wild. how would you be able to do anything let alone sit up? you decide to call your friend, luna.

as soon as you had gotten on the phone with her she was happy to help. saying she would bring healing remedies and help you with whatever you needed.

eventually, you will yourself up to go to the bathroom. looking in the mirror realizing what a mess you look. hearing a soft knock, luna let’s herself into your room.

“y/n, thank merlin. i knocked on your door and no one answered- i hope it’s alright i let myself in. i brought you things that might help.” she says holding up a basket. “i’ve read up on this quite a lot, i’m glad you called me. meet me downstairs when you’re ready and if you need help give me a shout.” she says and heads her way downstairs.

luna stays for a couple hours, tending to your every need. she made you biscuits and tea and gave you some medicine that helped tremendously. it still hurt but now you were able to move on your own.

harry and hermione had also made a brief appearance. they kept you company and made you food which was short lived due to their busy schedules.

it was now half past six and draco still isn’t here. you had called him three times and texted him but haven’t gotten a single reply. you think he would care. you think he would care that his wife just lost his child. but instead he’s ignoring me and out doing god knows what.

making your way upstairs, you get into one of dracos shirts and lay in bed. your mind runs wild to the places he could be. to the excuse he would come up with when he gets home.

without realizing, you had begun crying, tears streaming down your face. you only noticed when they hit the pillow in front of you. glancing at the mirror on the wall beside you, you stare at your red puffy eyes and swollen cheeks.

you know the doctor has said time and time again that it wasnt your fault but you couldn’t help but feel otherwise. he said it was very much possible i wouldn’t be able to carry a baby ever again. the one thing women are out on earth to do, my body is incapable of doing.

as you lay clutching dracos pillow, you hear the front door unlock. you hear the footsteps making way through the house. but continue to lay there with your face shoved in the pillow.

i cant let him see me like this. if he’s so unaffected by this then i need to be too.

you hear a soft knock on the door as draco announces himself. “baby?” he steps closer to the bed and sits next to you. “i’m sorry i’ve been gone all day.”

here it is. the excuse you’ve been pondering about all day. you know it’s not work because he already had the week off. what could possibly be more important than this?

he sets a hand on your shoulder but you shove it off. lifting your face from the pillow, he’s finally able to get a decent look at you for the first time. he’s sees the dry tear stains on your face and sits there wide eyed.

“you don’t get to apologize. luna was here earlier and brought me medicine, hermione was here earlier and made me lunch- even bloody harry was here. everyone else was there, but it was you who i needed the most. and you weren’t here.”

he sat there once again not saying a word. “do you really have nothing to say? you left me. your wife. the woman who would have been the mother of your child. do you even care? i sat here crying for hours without the most important person by my side. you are the only person i needed and where were you?” you said getting closer to his face. “huh, what’s your excuse?” you nudged him roughly as your anger rises.

draco stars silently as tears build up in his eyes. you stare back at him in shock. not once had you ever seen draco cry- or even close to it.

“i’m sorry, y/n. i’m so bloody sorry. i-” he stops to collect himself and lifts up from the bed starting to pace, “i thought you would want to be alone. i thought- i thought that’s what you wanted.” he said once more. “i thought that’s what you wanted.”

he’s now facing away from you, staring outside the window as rain drops slowly fall. you crawl to the other side of the bed so you are sitting behind him.

he continues softly, “i went to the store. i got you more ingredients for soup- i noticed yesterday how hard it was for you to eat. i figured that would help. and- and i got you flowers. and i visited some small shop in town with hundreds or medicines. they gave me everything we would need.”

you grad his hand and he turns to face you. grabbing your face, he whispers “you are my everything. please, i am begging you to forgive me.” he says and gets on his knees in front of you and lays his head in your hands. “i’m so unbelievably sorry.”

what an asshole, you thought to yourself. i sat here thinking he was being anything but pure. of course he was being his sweet self. how stupid.

you lay your head on top of his, peppering delicate kisses at the crown of his head. “you have nothing to apologize for, dray. i should have known. i should have trusted you. it’s just that- that you weren’t answering your phone and i- i’m sorry too.”

he lifts up from your hands and sits next to you. you sit there, holding each other, hearing nothing but his soft sniffles and the rain hitting the window.

suddenly he collects you in his arms and starts making his way out the room. laughing you struggle to get words out, “draco what the hell are you doing?”

he gets downstairs and sets you on the kitchen counter. you see your favorite flowers in the vase surrounded by your favorite snacks.

he scurries around, trying to prepare the both of you dinner as you watch him closely. he sets a glass of wine next to you and drops and kiss on your forehead as he continues to busy himself with the ingredients.

although neither of you weren’t even close to healed, you knew that that you would be okay. as long as you had each other everything was going to be just fine.

[ladyanaconda]

Helluva Dad Vol. 1: Murder Family

"Dad, dad, dad! Wake up, dad!"

Striker grunted as he covered his head with his pillow, but it was no use as the intruder hopped on his bed. "Kiddo, unless there's a wild animal or a homeless drunk inside the house, go away and let me sleep."

"Daaad, you promised that you'd take me along to the living world this time!"

Striker took a peek at the clock on his bedside table. "Not at 5:36 AM, boy. Couldn't you wait until I'm actually awake?"

"What am I supposed to do 'till then?"

"I don't know, use your imagination."

"But dad-" Out of patience, Striker bared his teeth at his son, tail rattling. Jake raised his hands defensively. "Okay, okay, I'm leaving."

Once the door closed shut, Striker went back to sleep… For about thirty seconds, that is, until the door slammed open and Jake jumped into his bed again, screaming in fright and knocking the air out of his father.

"What the fuck, Jake?!" Striker all but shrieked.

"There's a spider in the living room!"

"... What?"

"Spider!"

"And why didn't you squash it?!"

"It's a big spider!"

Striker's eye twitched. With an irritated grunt, he got off the bed, rolled up a porno magazine on his bedside drawer, and stomped his way towards the living room, Jake trailing closely behind.

"I can't believe it, A son of mine is afraid of a tiny, insignificant…" Striker trailed off and stopped in the doorway. A hog-sized hellantula was tearing the couch apart with big, sharp mandibles. "Boy, go get the rifle."

Once the issue with the spider was taken care of, Striker found himself unable to go back to sleep after the fiasco, so he went to the kitchen and poured himself a big cup of black coffee before making breakfast. Thankfully, Blitzo wasn't inside his fridge this time around, though he made a mental note to go get some more groceries.

As he served the fried eggs and wild hog bacon, Jake walked into the kitchen. He was covered in sweat like he had spent an hour lifting five-ton weights. "Dad, wouldn't it have been easier if we cut up the spider's carcass and take it out piece by piece?" he whined.

"And make a bigger mess I'll have to clean up? No, thank you." Striker placed one of the plates in front of his son. Jake frowned.

"Puaj. Tomato."

"Stop complaining and eat, boy. It's good for you."

They are in silence for the first few minutes. Striker would subtly glance in Jake's direction every now and then, smirking internally at the boy's expressions while he begrudgingly ate his vegetables.

"So, ready for today?" he asked casually.

Jake's expression brightened. "How's the living world like? Is it cool? Does it look anything like hell?"

"You could say so. The only difference is that there are humans living there instead of demons."

"Humans? What are those?"

"Well, you've seen the clients at I.M.P, right? They used to be humans during their lifetime. When they died, they came to Hell and became Sinner demons because they did bad things in life. However, some of them have..." Striker toyed with his bacon as he thought of a proper word. "...pending business with someone in the living world. Our job is to finish that business in the client's stead.

"So… The people who go to I.M.P. are dead humans who want to fuck up someone who fucked them up in the living world?"

Striker snapped his fingers. "Bingo. You're getting the hang of it, kid."

"Hey, dad, think I could use the-?"

"No."

"Hey, you didn't let me finish!"

"Sorry, kiddo. I thought you were going to ask if you could use the blessing-tipped rifle." Striker replied, his eyes reflecting off the knife he was using to butter his toast.

Jake laughed nervously. "Speaking of which-"

"No."

"Come on, dad! When will you let me use those?"

"When you're ready, not a second sooner."

"And when will I be ready?"

Striker dropped his fork to place a hand on Jake's shoulder. "We'll both know. Until then, finish your breakfast."

*HB*

"Moxxie, stop shaking. You're gonna shoot our only hellhound!"

"Wow, I feel so loved here."

Striker watched, uninterested, as Moxxie pointed the crossbow with shaking arms at a photo depicting a human family. "If this were real, he'd already been dead."

"You're not helping, Striker," Millie growled before focusing back on Moxxie. "Just take a deep breath, and let it out."

"But it's a family. Under what circumstances would we ever need to kill a human family?"

"Who knows? Maybe if that's what the client wants." Striker said matter-of-factly as he polished his pistol.

Moxxie wasn't convinced. "Maybe like a shitty dad, or a mob family. That's understandable. But to eradicate an entire innocent-seemingly in this instance-upper middle-class family bloodline?"

Loona frowned. "Hey!" You don't know they're innocent! This kid probably sets dogs on fire, maybe this girl gets off bullying Australian kids online, and this guy…"

"That guy definitely watches," Jake added grimly.

"Couldn't have said it better, little guy." Loona shared a fist bump with the impling.

"Exactly! Humans are full of secret nasties. It's why so many of them end up here."

"But-"

Striker had enough. "Allow me, Mildred." he stomped his way to Moxxie and picked him up by the throat. "Look, wimp, guilty and innocent aren't our business. We're assassins, not charity workers. Killing a target," he swiftly aimed his pistol at the photo and fired a clean shot at the woman's face, leaving a hole in its wake. His point made clear, Striker locked gazes with Moxxie, hissing. "Now pick a bloody target before I throw you out the window."

Moxxie fell to the ground with a loud thud. Millie handed him the crossbow again; he aimed the tip of the arrow at the father's face, trying to imagine it was Striker.

"I just think it's a bit excessive and we could be a bit more selective, is all."

Blitzo slammed the door open at that precise moment, startling Moxxie into firing the arrow. It bounced all around the room, hitting the computer, making a second hole on the photograph, and striking the bottom of the eel tank. Moxie jumped into Millie's arms while Striker quickly picked Jake up from the eel tank when he noticed it wobbling.

"Daad, I nearly had it!"

Blitzo caught the arrow just before it struck the client's skull. "...our newest client!"

The eel tank fell and shattered, spilling its contents all over the floor. The eels burst into electricity, setting the entirety of the room on fire.

Striker frowned at Jake, who was stunned into silence. "To think that could have been you."

"Damn it, Moxxie! I just bought those eels!"

They were forced to evacuate the building as the firefighters arrived and did their job. Striker was sure that this little incident didn't leave a good impression on the client, but surprisingly she didn't cancel. Guess she really wanted that person 86'd.

"Way to go, jughead," Jake told Moxxie sarcastically as they watched the firefighters carry the eels into their truck.

"Shut up, you little brat," Moxxie murmured.

Millie frowned at him. "Mox, don't talk to Jake like that!"

"He started it!" Striker rolled his eyes. Moxxie is 'supposed to be the adult who shouldn't stomp down to a child's level.

Wait a minute. "Did anyone save the fancy book?"

"You mean our only ticket to the other side?" Luna slipped out the blue, fancy-looking tome from her clothing without bothering to look up from her hellphone. "Yeah, got it."

"And that's why you're my favorite, Loonie!"

"I thought my dad was your favorite." Jake pointed out.

"Who says I can't have two favorite people? Your dad's my favorite employee and Loonie here's my favorite adopted daughter. You get a tweat now!"

Millie drew the chalk pentagram on the nearby wall. The lines glowed an eerie red color as the circle expanded and the area inside transformed into a forest. The portal was open.

"Cool! Can I draw it the next time?"

"Maybe. Let's get this over with."

Striker would never admit it out loud, but he found these trips to the living world… relaxing. The air smelled cleaner, like trees and nature instead of sulfur, ash, and lava-like Wrath. Its landscapes were more varied, prettier, and calm, at least compared to Hell's ecosystems. This place was particularly breathtaking; a wide lake surrounded by forest and mountains with the sun setting, giving the sky reddish colors that reminded Striker of Bombproof's mane.

Jake seemed to be having similar thoughts. The impling was looking all over the place, eyes wide. "Whoah…"

"Hey, hey, hold your horses!" Striker picked his son up by the shirt before he could dart into the woods. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I wanna look around, dad! This place is so neat!"

"It's your first time on the surface, right? Don't worry, Jakey!" Blitzo pulled Jake into a hug. "Just stick close to uncle Blitz and everything will be fine!"

"Sides, you and I got a very important job! We're going to keep an eye on... Well, the house, just in case something goes wrong!"

Jake raised an eyebrow. "Come on, Millie, I might be a kid but I'm not stupid."

"Oh, I know you aren't, Jakey." Millie chirped, ruffling the boy's hair.

Blitzo, Striker, and Moxxie silently moved closer to the house and leaned against the wall. The former two peeked through the window. It seemed like a normal-looking household with a mom, dad, and two kids. The target was coming out of the kitchen, platter in both hands.

"That's gotta be her." Blitzo chuckled darkly. "Ready to do your cowboy thing, Striker?"

As he was about to point his rifle, Striker glanced sideways to Moxxie. The cowboy sneered. "Actually, Blitz, this one's far too easy. We should let Moxxie have her."

Moxxie blinked. "Me?" he asked hopefully.

"Well, I don't see another Moxxie around here, do you?"

"He's right, Mox. This one's simple enough for you to handle."

Moxxie's face fell after peering into the house. "It's just a happy mother who just got out of the hospital."

"You snooze, you lose, Mox."

Striker readied his rifle, taking a few steps back to aim. He set his eyes on the blonde human female, licking his lips in anticipation. "I've got you, bitch."

"Wait, are we actually killing a family?" Moxxie asked.

"No, don't be a puss. We're just killing a mother." Striker positioned the rifle as it clicked.

"Yeah, we're ruining a family," Blitzo added cheerily.

"B-But… hold on, hold on. Let's just think about it."

He was pulling the trigger when the rifle was suddenly pushed upwards. The movement made the bullet miss its target by a few inches, hitting a mirror instead.

"Why, you-!" Striker grabbed Moxxie's throat, hissing and rattling his tail.

"What the fuck was that, Moxxie?!" Blitzo snapped. Moxxie seemed to go into a panic attack of sorts, prompting Striker to release him.

"I'm sorry!" he cried, tears in his eyes. "They just seemed so wholesome and happy, I panicked!"

Striker rubbed his temple, murmuring under his breath while Blitzo facepalmed. "Get the fuck over it, you baby dick-!"

PAM!

Striker roared in pain as a bullet blasted through the wall, hitting him in the arm. He gripped the wound as blood scurried out of the wound. Fuck, and on his aiming arm!

"New hole! Scatter!"

"Dad!"

Jake's voice brought Striker out of his daze. The last thing he saw before something struck his head was Millie picking his son up and fleeing the scene. Everything went black afterward.

…

As consciousness returned, Striker felt as if he had been trampled over by a stampede. His head hurt like hell and his wounded arm was no better. He tried to move but found himself unable to. Something was binding his hands behind his torso.

"Striker! Wake up, partner!"

"Wha…? Moxxie?" As his eyes got adjusted to the darkness, Striker realized he was tied up in a bizarre chair, hands tightly bound behind his back. Moxxie was in a similar dilemma on the chair to his right. "What the fuck?!"

"Thank satan you're awake! We're in deep shit!"

"You think?" Striker hissed. "Moxxie, I swear, if those bloody humans don't kill you, I will!"

"Hey, you can't blame me for us getting caught!"

"Oh, really? None of this would be happening if I had hit the target and been done with it! God damn it, Moxxie, I had a clean shot and you made me miss!"

"H-How can you kill a mother and leave orphaned children when you have a kid yourself?!"

"Because that's what we were paid for, for Satan's sake!"

They could have continued to argue if it weren't for the two presences in the room. As they looked around, they saw the two kids from before. He might have confused the little shits with implings if they had horns and red skin; their glowing red eyes and devious sharp grins would make the sadistic smirks of the Princes of Hell look like nervous smiles.

Moxxie chuckled nervously. "Well hello there, little ones. Aren't you cute?"

The children spoke simultaneously in a low, almost inhuman voice. "It's nice to have new critters to play with."

If he didn't know any better, Striker might have thought they were in the Cannibal Colony back in Hell. The entire room was adorned with human heads, limbs, and even organs. The 'food' on the table consisted of a roasted fully-grown man with livers and kidneys as side dishes.

"Moxxie, when we're out of this ordeal, I'm going to fucking pummel you." Striker hissed.

They struggled against the ropes, but the kids had made a surprisingly good job with those knots. They were good enough to impress even Striker himself, and he was an ace when it came to tying up knots. Sadly, there was little he could do with an injured arm and Moxxie's wimpy little arms were hopeless. Striker growled. If only he could reach his knife…

A light outside the window caught his eye. Then a second appeared, then a third, fourth, as if someone was lighting up torches. Striker paled.

"Jake!"

"Millie!"

Both imps shared a concerned glance. The girl pulled out a serrated knife on Moxxie; to Striker's surprise, the wimp pushed the chair backward and fell on top of her. He took advantage of the distraction, using his tail to pull his knife out of his boot and expertly slice through the ropes. Once free, Striker sent the boy flying against the wall with a kick. Moxxie, too, had managed to free himself with the girl's own knife.

Striker tipped his hat with his good arm. "Not bad, wimp."

"Can you move?"

"I'm not limp, it's just a scratch." Striker wrapped his red bandanna around the wound and pulled out his pistol. "Now let's blow a hole through that bitch's skull."

*HB*

Jake had never been so frightened in his entire life. Well, maybe that time when he nearly got eaten by a serpent, but it was different. At least his father had been there to save him. But this time it was him who got hurt and there was nothing Jake could do to help. He tried to save Millie when she got K.O.'d, but he stood no chance against a fully-grown human and was knocked out as well. When he regained consciousness, he found himself tied to a stake in-between Millie and Blitzo.

"Striker had that fucking shot. Goddammit, Moxxie."

The crazy woman was cackling evilly as she held up a torch. "Satan! We return your filthy creatures back to the pits of Hell! May the root of evil remain honored as we continue thy work!"

The torch landed a few feet away from the logs, setting them aflame. The fire rose up around them as Martha laughed maniacally… until she realized they weren't screeching in agony. Blitzo snorted.

"Yeah, that's not exactly how it works, lady. Sorry, your fire doesn't actually hurt us, but I mean I could fake it if that'll get your dick hard."

Jake blinked. "She's a dude?"

"Grown-up stuff, kiddo. You should ask your daddy about it."

"Well, I'll just shoot you in your smart ass mouth!" Jake gulped as Martha pulled out a rifle on them.

"That would be more effective."

"Blitzo!"

Jake closed his eyes shut, whimpering as he heard the familiar click on the rifle. There were two gunshots, but he heard no screams from Blitzo, Millie, or his own throat, and no searing pain. Jake opened an eye warily. There were two smoking holes in the sockets where Martha's eyes once were. Her body collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

A few steps back were none other than Moxxie and dad, both holding their pistols.

"Moxxie! Striker!"

"Dad!"

"You're not getting your god damn paycheck for this one, Moxxie!"

As Moxxie untied the ropes, Jake jumped right into his father's embrace, wrapping his arms around his neck. Meanwhile, Moxxie and Millie hugged and nuzzled each other affectionately.

"I'm sorry, sir. I compromised our objective and put us in harm's way. It won't happen again. I promise."

"Apology accepted." Blitzo pulled Moxxie into a hug, but Striker noticed he was whispering something threatening (apparently), judging by Moxxie's expression.

He waited until Blitzo let go to punch Moxxie with such force that he fell to the ground.

"What the fuck, Striker?!"

"I keep my promises, Mox."

*HB*

Striker wasn't very fond of parties. Frankly, he just wanted to go home, fall to his bed, and sleep, but Jake begged him to stay a little longer to eat cake. After what the boy just went through, he didn't have the heart to say no, so he conceded. Besides, the look on Moxxie's face was fun to look at. He had no idea what put the wimp in such a mood, but he had the feeling it had to do with what remained of the target's bloodline.

"You sure you can ride back home with that arm? I wouldn't like to lose my best shooting asset!" Blitzo protested as he climbed onto Bombproof's saddle, Jake seated in front of him.

"Big deal, it's just a scratch. Nothin' to worry about, Blitz." Striker grabbed the reins with his good arm, the injured one resting on a sling.

Bombproof moved at a slow pace, so it'd take them longer than usual to get home. Millie had once suggested that he and Jake move to Imp City; there was a vacant apartment in the building she and Moxxie lived in and she'd be thrilled at the idea of being neighbors (Moxxie, of course, didn't share the sentiment). Striker regretfully declined the offer (to Moxxie's relief). He was a country person at heart and would rather stay in Wrath. Besides, he wanted his son to experience the ups and downs of rural life.

A loud yawn made him look down. "Tired?"

"No, just resting my eyes," Jake said simply, but the exhaustion in his voice said otherwise. Striker chuckled.

"How about you 'rest yer eyes' for a while, then? I'll wake you up when we get home."

"Really, dad, I'm not tired…" Jake trailed off as he leaned back against his father, resting his chest against his chest.

Striker smiled a bit as he ruffled the boy's hair. "Surely not, kiddo. Surely not."

[takadanobaba]

Takahashi Minato’s Birthday PriZoom 8/21/2021

TABETAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII~!

Reminder that PriZooms are accessible to everyone regardless of region!! If you’re interested in attending, please go and support King of Prism!!! 

I’ve written a guide for participating in PriZooms   👉 here 👈 !

This time I went for the showings with just the Masashi Igarashi talk show bonuses, so the second and third showing (SSS part 2 and Best Ten’s Over the Rainbow route)!

MINATO’S PRIZOOM WAS THE LOUDEST I’VE EVER HEARD SOUNDBOARD HELL!! IT WAS SO FUN!!! There were a lot of people attending too!! I’m so glad!! Especially since Masashi Igarashi (the voice actor of Minato) was there as a guest star and he deserves all the support he gets!!

For reference, I went back and checked my recordings to collect the participant numbers for every prizoom I’ve attended so far:

86 in Jin’s text-only

30 in Rei’s text-only

142 in Minato’s regular cheering for the 3rd showing

105 in Minato’s text-only for the 4th showing,154 in cheering according to Luna! *EDIT: It ended up being over 160?*

You can really hear the difference! Rei’s prizoom was fun but definitely not as wild as Jin’s and Minato’s. I’d say that even though Minato’s cheering was more full-sounding, Jin’s birthday is still my favorite event because there were more participants going all-out with their camera/screens to show their love (almost every Jin fan went text-only). Also Jin’s prizoom holds a special place in my heart since Jin already does and it was my first prizoom, I don’t think anything will top Jin’s for me (though Joji’s is next month...... so.....)  Seems like there’s a pretty even spread of participants between both rooms?

It also seems like the same soundboard link is used for not only all of the showings, but shared between both cheering and text-only rooms? Nice to know that if I choose cheering then I won’t miss out on the soundboard activity!

The screening of SSS part 2 was also my first time trying out a regular cheering room, it seems like soundboard hell is becoming the main cheering style there too? WHICH IS GREAT FOR ME because I was worried about being annoying as one of the few soundboard spammers....... There were only about a handful of people on mic (special thanks to Luna and everyone tried to do regular cheering!! it seems like it’d be difficult with everyone using the soundboard haha)

The cheering for Kakeru’s episode is relatively tame and mostly consists of going “そうだ ！ そうだ！/ RIGHT! RIGHT!” and “そうなことないよ！/ That’s not true!” when there’s arguments about business and stuff. Wh.... who was the other person shouting “大好き” at Sanada..........wwhy......

The cheering for Joji’s episode is CRAZY.... pretty much the whole episode is basically inaudible because everyone’s just going KIIIITAAAAAA and KAKKOIIIIIIIII over EVERYTHING. Which is understandable because Joji’s episode has a lot going on and is the best episode of anything ever. I might be a bit biased. Anyways I love rewatching Joji’s episode even more now (THAT MEANS A LOT... JOJI’S EPISODE MEANS A LITTLE TOO MUCH TO ME.... longest I’ve gone without revisiting it is a week). It also had the most regular cheering out of every episode in part 2 which is cool! There wasn’t much since the cheering was mostly soundboard hell but hearing the “Joji! Joji!” cheers in Joker Kiss was just really nice.... it’s just like in the recording of Shiny Rose Stars/the sss stageplay!! There’s no soundboard substitute for that so the voice cheers had a chance to really shine. The “Joji! Joji!” cheers for that part makes the song so much more emotional to me (especially since Joji’s name has so much significance to him.....he’d appreciate the affirmation a lot;;;;.....okay I’m getting sidetracked so I’m just gonna shut up now and wait to gush about Joji’s episode on the right birthday) SO YEAH I LIKED THE CHEERING ROOM JUST BECAUSE OF THAT PART!!! I’m actually going to die from joy at Joji’s prizoom next month.

Minato’s episode mostly consisted of spamming “食べたーい！/ I wanna eat it!” whenever food showed up, that happened for everything though (like the ramen in Joji’s episode), but Minato’s episode was more food-centric so there were more opportunities. “TABETAIIIIIIII” isn’t usually used that much (m... much less for the Shin/Louis kisses...??)! I guess everyone tried to use it as much as possible in celebration of Minato, seeing as he is the food character and all? Really cool!

I was in the text-only room for the 4th showing so it was strictly soundboard hell for Best 10. Its cheering is great as expected! Just a whole showing dedicated to the YO button. For the language lessons part everyone just spams YO along with the karaoke-cues since nobody can actually voice along! I LOVE IT

It’s fun getting an idea of who’s a regular prizoom attender! Notable participants for me this event were Luna and the Kouji cosplayer preparing food the whole time??

Bonuses:

These took SO LONG to process because they’re over 20 minutes long each. And youtube just hates me so it kept messing up the blur so I had to keep going back to set them again and wait for that to process and repeat. I wanted to post this as soon as possible!! but youtube wouldn’t let me. Anyways!!!!!!!!!!!

The bonuses were supposed to be 10 minutes but Masashi Igarashi just had so much fun interacting with the participants and gushing about kinpri aaa.... HE’S JUST SO HAPPY TO BE MINATO;;;;;;;;;............... I like Minato just because of him. I hope my super simple and also in English text contributions made him feel appreciated ;; 

(Also that was the most I’ve ever seen people use the actual text function......... c... can we do that more.... kinda awkward calling it the text-only room when it’s really just soundboard-only....)

First bonus is here!

Second bonus is here!

I actually messed up recording Minato’s birthday letter so I wont be posting that, but thankfully Luna had it screenshotted and plans to translate it so it’s not lost forever ^^;;; 

You can read Luna’s translation of the bonus PrismChat and letter here!

Anyways, reminder that Luna and I aren’t exactly the most reliable source of prizoom coverage (seeing as we skip showings + just have mishaps when it comes to archiving), so if there’s a screening you want to attend, please go and see it yourself! I wrote a guide to help with buying tickets and everything!! It’s also just more fun experiencing the event firsthand than just through tumblr posts!!

And with that....... I wait for Joji’s prizoom.......

[riversofmars]

Instead of chess prodigy au 13 I raise u 13 teaching and playing four person chess w the fam on a game night after they got mad at her during 51st century scrabble for putting Raxacoricofallapatorius. 👒

Time to start working through some of these prompts :D Combining these two, changing both slightly, but hope it works for you. Plus, it’ll be the set up for another prompt that I’ll write at a later date cause it’ll take a bit more work lol. But just so you know, this one will get a continuation! <3

Rating: G

Wordcount: 1800

Read on AO3 or below

Game On

“That’s not even a real word!“ Graham exclaimed throwing over his scrabble pieces in protest.

“Of course Raxacoricofallapatorius is a word! It’s a place. I’ve been there, I…“ The Doctor retorted, feeling put out. It was a perfectly fine word and used up all her letters.

“You could be telling us anything and we’d be none the wiser.“ Yaz agreed with Graham. This should have been fun. Playing boardgames aboard the TARDIS, eating ice cream and popcorn and some weird alien kind of candy floss the Doctor insisted they had to try… But so far they had done nothing but argue over rules and it turned out they were all highly competitive people… this ridiculous game of scrabble was just the last in a long line of arguments.

“But…“ The Doctor protested but Ryan shook his head as well, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Doesn’t seem fair.“ He pointed out.

“Right, okay, how about a different game then?“ The Doctor suggested shoving Scrabble back in its box. “Game of Life?“ She suggested, returning Scrabble to the pile.

“No.“ Ryan shook his head again.

“Monopoly?“ The Doctor held up the game hopefully.

“Definitely not.“ The Fam retorted in unison.

“Our friendship wouldn’t survive that.“ Yaz huffed.

“Four person chess?“ The Doctor picked up another box in a last ditch attempt.

“How do you even play chess with four people?“ Graham threw his arms up.

“Actually, it’s not even that complicated, I can teach you!“ The Doctor exclaimed, excited that it wasn’t a “No“ straight away.

“Sounds like a made up game to me.“ Yaz huffed. “You could be making this up so you can win, you are a terrible loser.“

“No, really, I’ll have the TARDIS pull up the rules!“ The Doctor offered.

“Fine, last chance!“ Yaz decided taking the box off her. “I’ll set it up, we read the rules without you interrupting, offering alternative advice or distracting us. You can get more popcorn.“ She shoved the empty bowl at her.

“Okay, great, yup, just, when it says about turn taking…“

“You’re doing it again.“ Graham sighed and the Doctor held up her hands.

“New bowl of popcorn, coming right up!“ She clambered across pillows and blankets, out of the console room, heading for the kitchen.

“I’m really regretting suggesting this…“ Yaz shook her head to herself and started setting up the game while Ryan unfolded the rules pamphlet.

Suddenly, there was a crack of electrical charge and a woman teleported right into their midst. Her wild curly hair was fizzing with energy and she shook it out like a dog the rain.

“This looks cosy!“ She grinned as she looked around, snacks, boardgames, pillow fords, all in all the very image of wholesome family fun.

“What? How…“ Yaz stuttered, they were at a loss for words.

“Hello Sweetie.“ The woman fixed her eyes on Graham after accessing her surroundings. “New body, is it?“ She sauntered over and before he could protest, she grabbed him by the collar and kissed him. “What killed you this time? Daleks? Cybermen? Don’t tell me it’ll be me at a later date.“ She raised her eyebrows at him and he just looked back at her dumbfounded.

“I’m not… uh…“ Graham started. Did she think he was the Doctor as Jack had done?

“What is it, Sweetie?“ The mystery woman asked with a frown, taking his face in her hands.

“River?“ There was a loud crash as the Doctor dropped the bowl of popcorn upon her return to the console room. She stood in the doorway paralysed, she couldn’t believe her eyes. Ryan and Yaz exchanged confused looks. Did the Doctor know this woman? How was she even able to get in here?!

“Doctor?“ River frowned and let go of Graham.

“Why does this keep happening?“ Graham groaned, wiping the smudges of River’s lipstick off his mouth.

“So sorry, darling.“ River gave Graham an apologetic smile. “Old habits die hard and I did not expect that.“ She raised her eyebrows at the Doctor who now slowly made her way over.

“River, how are you here? What…“ The Doctor tried to wrap her head around her wife’s sudden appearance. She had’t seen her since Darillium and she hadn’t really expected to see her again either. She’d hoped, of course, that she might run into a younger version of her wife again at some point, but she had never expected her to just pop in out of the blue. Her mind was racing, going at a hundred miles an hour trying to work out how River could possibly be here. It was probably a good thing too, because if she had stopped to consider the fact that she was actually here and allowed herself to feel for a second, she probably would have broken down in tears.

“Is that really how you’re going to be greeting your wife when you have those very kissable lips at your disposal?“ River smirked, tilting her head in amusement as she looked the Doctor up and down.

“Your what now?“ Ryan wasn’t sure he had heard her right.

“The old ball and chain. Of course she’s never mentioned me, has she?“ River chuckled shaking her head at her wife.

“You have a wife?“ Yaz exclaimed in shock and Graham huffed:

“Seriously? Even your WIFE mistakes me for you?“

“Why did you never tell us?“ Ryan asked.

“It’s kind of a long story… people usually need a flow chart.“ The Doctor slowly found her voice again.

“Now, how about that kiss?“ River smirked, crossing the distance between them.

“River, you can’t be here.“ The Doctor pulled her sonic out and scanned River before she could get into her personal space.

“She can if she is your wife.“ Graham pointed out. “Have you been hiding from her?“

“No, I mean, you really can’t be here.“ The Doctor insisted as she checked the readings. “You’re older than you should be.“

“Always the charmer.“ River chuckled. “Not bad for three hundred, eh?“ She looked around to the Fam and gave Graham a wink who promptly blushed.

“Three hundred?“ Ryan echoed in disbelief.

“No, no, it’s all wrong, you were two hundred when we went to Darillium, then you went to the Library, so…“ The Doctor scanned her again but the sonic just confirmed it, she was older than she had been the last time she saw her.

“Ahh, now now, spoilers.“ River tutted and took the Doctor’s sonic out of her hand and returned it to her coat pocket.

“What?“ The Doctor said dumbfounded.

“You’ll find out soon enough, you know how it is.“ River gave her wife an apologetic smile.

“Why are you here?“ The Doctor asked slowly, the penny dropping. This was River after she had been to the Library. Not a data ghost, the scan confirmed it. She was alive and older than she had ever seen her. The Doctor couldn’t allow herself to rejoice just yet, even if this meant their story wasn’t over yet. She had to find out what she was doing here first.

“Two things really.“ River replied with a smirk. “I was ever so curious about your new regeneration. When Jack told me, I had to come and see for myself. He wouldn’t tell me what you looked like now, I guess he did that on purpose.“ She flashed Graham another smile who was just shaking his head to himself. This woman knew Jack as well? There seemed to be an awful lot about the Doctor’s past they didn’t know.

“What’s the other thing?“ The Doctor frowned, growing a little suspicious.

“Well, I did pop in for games night on purpose.“ River revealed with a smirk. “You see Jack and I, we’ve both been missing you terribly… and thought how about we also play a game?“ She grinned and pulled a TARDIS blue envelope from within her coat and handed it over. “A little game of chase? Tag, across time and space so to speak?“

“River…“ The Doctor’s voice grew firmer, she had a bad feeling about this, she did not like the look of mischief in her wife’s eyes. A look that she had come to know very well over time. The very idea of River and Jack together…

“Now, now, Sweetie, don’t get cross, we haven’t even done anything… yet.“ River smirked and reached out, straightening the collar on her wife’s coat. “Unless, you know, you being cross with me leads to some form of punishment, cause I’m all for that.“ She hummed flirtily, leaning closer.

“River!“ The Doctor snapped, blushing deeply which only seemed to encourage her wife further.

“I hope I’ll be seeing you soon, Sweetie.“ River smirked and pressed a light, playful kiss to her lips. “It’s a date.“ She tapped her fingers against the envelope in her wife’s hand playfully and gave her another, firmer, kiss for good measure. “See you guys around.“ She turned to the Fam, giving them a quick wave. All three of them just stared at her utterly dumbfounded. When she didn’t get a respond she turned to the Doctor and grinned: “Catch me if you can.“ She hit the button on her vortex manipulator and disappeared into thin air again.

“What was THAT?“ Yaz was the first to speak.

“You’re married?!“ Graham exclaimed still not quite over the fact that he had just been kissed by the Doctor’s wife.

“What’s that she was saying about a game? And what’s that letter?“ Ryan asked trying to make sense of it all.

“This is trouble…“ The Doctor answered as she hurried over to the console while ripping open the envelope. Games night had just taken a very exciting, but also very wrong, turn.

“She said she was your wife but who is she?“ Graham asked as they all hurried to join her by the console. The board games were long forgotten about.

“That was Professor River Song.“ The Doctor answered almost automatically. “Born Melody Pond, daughter of some of my best friends and child of the TARDIS. Also known as Melody Malone. Part-time crime author and detective. Professor of archeology at Luna University. High-end mercenary, trained assassin… The woman who married and killed me in the same day… And somehow managed to defy her own death yet again!“ The Doctor turned to the TARDIS console and punched in coordinates as she read the letter. “And now, she has teamed up with one of my oldest friends to play hide and seek across the universe, causing mischief just to get my attention… God, I love that woman.“ The Doctor laughed. “And I am going to kill her when I find them! Questions?“ She launched the TARDIS into the time vortex and turned to the Fam awaiting their responses.

“I wouldn’t know where to start…“ Graham just shook his head.

“Probably won’t be playing four person chess then…“ Ryan mused.

“I think I’d like to see that flow chart now…“ Yaz sighed, trying to wrap her head around it all as they plummeted through the vortex towards their next adventure.

[narukoibito]

Ooh all of them are making me cry with happiness but I'll be restrained and ask about Someone else's life and when the smoke clears, please and thank you :)

Ding ding ding! You hit my favorite WIPs, @whiffingbooks​! 

For that, and since I doubt anyone will ask but I’m dying to share, I’m also going to give you a snippet of The Other-Boy-Who-Lived.

Someone Else’s Life

This is my dimension traveling AU story, where Harry ends up traveling to an alternate dimension where Neville was the Boy Who Lived, and Ginny and Luna made up his trio. He has an existential crisis about whether Ginny loves him or the Boy Who Lives. It’s my dream fic that I haven’t made any progress on, unfortunately, but I’m excited to share some of what I’ve written in hopes you and others might like it and motivate me.

When Harry next woke up, he found himself staring at a blurry Neville.

“Neville,” he said, relaxing into the pillows behind him. “You’re okay.”

“Hey there, Harry. I am, though you’ve seen better days. Seems like you got in a bit of a scrape,” Neville said pleasantly.

Harry frowned, reaching for his glasses once more. He had had the strangest dream, earlier. It had felt so real. Sliding his glasses on, he blinked as Neville’s smiling face came into focus. He seemed…different. Neville had long outgrown his shy, insecure ways, and had grown fully into the self-confident, brave Gryffindor he had always had inside him. But today he seemed to carry himself differently — stand taller, somehow give off a relaxed demeanor but there was tension neatly contained beneath it.

“Yeah…” said Harry, his mind trying to catch up with his friend’s newfound charisma.

“Still won the game though,” Neville carried on with a smile, shaking his head with what seemed like admiration.

Neville’s cheerfulness was beginning to grate Harry’s nerves.

“Did you catch them? Was it Rookwood? Is Ginny —” The questions tumbled out quickly. He tried to push himself up, only for Neville’s hand to shoot out and land on his arm. It was light but firm.

“Harry, I spoke to Ron earlier, and it sounds like you got hit pretty bad. You may have a pretty significant concussion.”

“You were there,” Harry said. “Where is Ginny?”

“Ginny’ll be back soon, but she wanted to check out the stadium as soon as possible.”

Ginny was at Quidditch practice? 

“Neville, what — ”

Neville released Harry’s arm, and with a sigh, ran his hand through his fringe, mussing his sandy hair upward. All the words died in Harry’s mouth, and the blood drained from his face.

There was a jagged scar on Neville’s forehead.

Subconsciously Harry reached up to touch his own forehead. Where he was used to raised, scarred tissue, his fingers only found smooth skin.

A dull rush of noise filled his mind.

“I know you’re a bit confused right now, but they should help you get everything sorted out soon. Believe me, I’ve been here so much, they should name a ward after me,” Neville chuckled. He stopped, his brows furrowing. “You all right there, Harry?”

Harry was saved from responding by the door opening. He inhaled sharply, struck both with relief and an awful feeling of something having gone terribly wrong, escalating to the point his vision blurred. 

It was Ginny — with that famous fiery Weasley hair, those freckles, those brown eyes that he’d recognize anywhere — but was like the puzzle pieces were put together wrong. She wasn’t not rushing in headlong, face flushed, and eyes flashing, looking wild and ready to tear down anything in her way. No, Ginny was calm, collected, her jaw set with familiar determination, but not one unduly concerned, dressed in Auror robes with parchment tucked under her arm. Her eyes swept over him quickly as she approached them.

“Hi Harry,” Ginny said, giving him a brief smile. “How’s that head feeling?” When Harry simply stared at her, her smile turned anxious. She leaned toward Neville and spoke softly. “Is he okay?”

Through the haze of confusion, a lick of distress tinged through Harry. Something about their proximity, the familiarity in the way she addressed Neville, the way that Neville was looking at her, the way she stood just a sliver closer to him than Harry had ever seen before filled his stomach with dread.

It was almost as if…

Ah, want to share more with Ginny, but hope that’s enough for now. Who knows what will stay and go.

The Other-Boy-Who-Lived

Okay, this is my AU of the above AU because I’m crazy that way. Here is AU/not the Boy-Who-Lived Harry thrown into canon. In some ways, I’m even more excited about this AU because it’s fun imagining canon!Ginny with AU!Harry. Here’s a snippet I adore:

“Did you ever wish you were Neville?”

“Not all the time. Yes, there was fame and he was always doing something mad – more often or not with you. But now and again…there was one thing he had that I wanted,” he said, gently tucking her hair behind her ear.

Harry can’t believe his own audacity. Ginny didn’t want him, but some other version of him, always the Boy Who Lived. But she was looking at him with such a blazing look, with such fierce affection, that he couldn’t help but lean in and kiss her. It was different from the kiss in the hospital wing. This was a tender exploration, something that he’d only experienced in unspeakable dreams.

“Harry,” she said softly against his lips.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, pressing his forehead against hers. “It’s just that this feels like such a fantasy. You wanting me.”

She let out a small huff. “You and my Harry are more alike than you think.”

Oh AU!Harry, why are you so precious?

when the smoke clears

Ahhh, my elusive amnesia!Ginny story, inspired by the amazing @annerbhp​. There are several scenes I am dying to write, so know it will be written, but most of the time I sit around and daydream about how all these scenes will make a cohesive story. 

Here is a snippet. It may not stand the test of time or my beta.

When she opened her eyes, the first thing she noticed was the throbbing pain in her head, and the second was the absolute blank she drew when she tried to place the pain.

Or anything else for that matter.

A slow, buzzing fear started to build. She took in the nondescript room, the morning light creeping in, the empty beds, the potion station that emanated a sharp, bitter smell. There was distant noise beyond the door, the low murmur of life stirring. None of it was familiar.

Her eyes landed finally on the only other person in the room: a wizard with messy black hair and rumpled robes was slumped over in a chair beside her bed, his head hung low. His arms were crossed across his chest, his wire-rimmed glasses hanging crooked on the edge of his nose, and his wand held tightly in his hand despite his slumbering state.

Who was he? And — the panic began to rise — who was she? How could she not know who she was?

At the sound of her sharp inhale, the wizard’s eyes snapped open, revealing the most startling green eyes that immediately locked onto hers. He bolted forward from his seat, leaning close.

“Ginny! You’re awake,” he said, his weary face flooding with relief. “Are you ok?”

He reached out and took her hand. Reflexively, she snatched it away, already pushing her body back towards the wall away from him despite the increasing pain in her head at the movement.

“Who are you?”

His face drained of color, turning ashen. His hand seemed to go limp against the bedsheet. “What?”

Her eyes darted to the wand in his hand and back to his face, her fingers itching terribly. He glanced down where she had and straightened, looking as if he was trying to pull himself together.

“Ginny,” he said, a slight tremor in his voice, “do you know who I am?”

She looked into his foreign eyes. Try as she might, she couldn’t place them. “Should I?”

Eep, it was hard not to share more because these are my favorite, but hope you enjoyed the previews! One day I’ll post them... one day.

Feel free to send an ask for the WIP title game! 

[honouraryweasley12]

In The Blue Light (M / NSFW)

I know this is different than what I usually write, but I had this idea and wanted to write it.

While at Shell Cottage, Ron and Hermione's relationship flourishes, but only one person truly witnesses it. On one fateful night, she gets to fully experience their love. Warning: AU/smut with Ron/Hermione and Ron/Hermione/Luna.

Also on FF.n

It had started with a nightmare.

Hermione's screams shattered the silence, the first night at Shell Cottage. Luna bolted upright and jumped out of bed, attempting to comfort her friend. Not a second later, Ron barrelled into the room, with Bill, Fleur, Harry, and Dean hot on his heels.

The blonde witch quietly backed away as Ron gathered Hermione up in his arms, gently rocking her as she cried into his chest. His whispered words and gentle touches soothed her, enough for her to lift her head and mumble an apology to the others.

After several reassurances from the group that her apologies were unnecessary, Harry and Dean returned to their makeshift beds in the living room, while Bill and Fleur lingered, exchanging looks as they watched the youngest Weasley brother.

Bill awkwardly cleared his throat. "Ron?"

"I'm not leaving her."

A flash of frustration crossed Bill's face. "It's not appropriate—"

Fleur touched him gently on his forearm, causing the words to die in his throat.

"I zink Hermione needs him here."

Ron stared imploringly at his brother, before looking back down at the exhausted girl clutching on to him.

"Fine, you can stay in here. If Mum ever hears about this, she'll have my head."

"Thank you."

After a silent moment, Fleur addressed Luna. "We can move you to Ron's bed in ze living room."

Before she could answer, Ron spoke up again, his whispered words echoing in the quiet room. "You're fine to stay here if you want, Luna. I know you haven't had a decent place to sleep in months."

"What if she has another nightmare?" Bill nodded at Hermione, who had dozed off.

Luna watched as Ron slid under the covers and cradled Hermione against him, the flush of his cheeks in Bill's wandlight evident, despite the fierce gaze of protectiveness settled onto his features.

"I don't think she will," Luna replied, giving Ron a wide smile, her large eyes shining.

He nodded in acknowledgement as he tucked the blanket around Hermione's prone form.

Fleur's hand slid down into Bill's. "Let's go to bed, my love. It's been a long day." She paused, shifting her focus to her brother-in-law. "Make sure Hermione takes those potions when she wakes up, they'll help with ze pain."

"Thanks, Fleur."

As the door closed behind them, Luna lifted her borrowed wand and recited a silencing spell on the room, before getting back into bed.

"We might need something a bit stronger than that," Ron remarked, before picking up Pettigrew's wand and firing off some of the spells they had been using around the tent.

Luna could feel the slight hum of the protections and was impressed. "That is rather advanced magic, Ronald."

He flushed again, gazing at Hermione. "Learned from the best. Thanks for trying to help her when she woke up."

"You love her, don't you?" She asked simply, as if she was asking him about the weather or his favourite colour.

A younger Ron Weasley may have sputtered or tried to deflect his feelings for the bushy-haired witch in his arms. But he couldn't deny it any longer.

"I do."

"You should tell her then. I wish I told my Dad more often."

Ron paused. "What if she doesn't—"

"She does."

Ron let out a slow breath as if he'd been holding it in for years. Perhaps he had been.

"I will. I'll tell her." Ron's weighty words hung in the air. "I want to tell her."

She glanced over and it seemed like he was deep in thought, staring up at the ceiling as Hermione slumbered on his chest.

"Good night, Ronald."

"Yeah... Good night, Luna."

~*~

A few days passed at Shell Cottage, its inhabitants all in a state of recovery. Hermione's nightmares had halted, Ron's presence the perfect medicine for her ailments. His anxious energy was palpable at dinner that night, prompting Hermione to question if he was alright. All he did was smile.

Luna could tell from the look on his face that he'd made a decision. He was going to tell Hermione. The fact that he was so confident for such a momentous revelation marked a definite change. She remembered the sad look on his face prior to his Quidditch matches and how nervous he'd been back then—this was entirely different.

As they settled down to sleep that night, they followed their usual procedures of locking the door and putting up the strong protection spells, just in case. The lights were barely out when Ron and Hermione bade Luna a good night, their nervous, haggard breathing filling the room.

They were waiting for Luna to fall asleep before proceeding. She spotted them sitting across from each other on their bed, the blue light of the moon illuminating them. Ron reached up and caressed Hermione's cheek, before tucking a strand of hair behind her ears, his motions delicate.

Luna turned and feigned sleep, settling down and masking any attempts at movement. She could feel their eyes on her back for a moment. She didn't mean to pry, but she was intrigued to see what happened.

Her mum had been a powerful witch, especially when it came to emotional magic. It was an extremely rare trait and something that had been passed down to Luna. It was why she was so perceptive when it came to the people around her. At that moment, it felt to her like their protective little bubble was crackling with wild energy.

She could hear their hushed tones and she attuned her ears to the whispers, something she'd become accustomed to doing while being held captive.

"Hermione, there's something I need to tell you. Something I've been wanting to tell you for years."

"What is it, Ron?"

He let out a deep breath. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

Luna turned quietly, but they didn't notice. She felt as though waves of heat were enveloping her, and she smiled. The intensity of their emotions overwhelmed her as tears ran down her cheeks.

She watched as they embraced, holding onto each other tightly, and she was hit by another wave, her entire body tingling.

Finally, their faces drew ever closer, the anticipation palpable. Their lips met in a tentative kiss and Luna shut her eyes tightly, basking in the power of their feelings, finally declared and reciprocated. She hadn't felt such a thing since before her mum passed and she revelled in it, surrounded and encompassed by love. She could hear them talking again as she drifted off in a state of absolute bliss.

~*~

Ron was typically gone in the morning, eager to help Bill and Fleur and not lose the privilege of staying in the girls' room every night.

It gave Hermione and Luna a chance to talk, more than they ever had.

Luna had never had many friends before, especially girls, but with everything happening at Hogwarts, the DA had grown. Aside from Ginny, Luna had found herself forging friendships with several others, including Hannah Abbott and even Lavender Brown. She was thrilled to now have this chance with Hermione.

Though she and Hermione had very different viewpoints, these morning talks really helped them both. Hermione learned about what was happening at school and beyond, and though she couldn't say exactly, Luna got the impression that Hermione, Ron, and Harry were working on something important and dangerous. She was relieved to hear her Dad was still alive to their knowledge.

As they opened up to one another, they discovered they too had several things in common, including their love for innocent creatures, their hunger for knowledge, and fear for their parents wellbeing.

"I'm so sorry we blew up your house," Hermione apologized again one morning. "We had to escape and keep up Ron's cover."

"It's rather beautiful..." Luna added thoughtfully.

"What is?"

"How much you love one another."

Hermione blushed. "Is it that obvious?"

"He told me he loved you the first night we were here."

"He did?"

Luna nodded. "I fancied Ronald as well, but I've known for years he loved you."

Hermione sputtered. "What?"

"Well, though he can be mean, he is handsome, funny, and brave. But back in fourth year, before his first match. I saw you kiss him on the cheek."

"That was just for encouragement!"

"You didn't see his face after, did you? He looked as happy as I've ever seen. Shocked, but thrilled. That's when I knew he had already given his heart away."

"Took him long enough to realize it."

"It seems that boys can be rather daft sometimes." Luna leaned in, as if revealing a secret. "Too easily influenced by Whackspurts, I suppose."

Just then, the door opened and Ron poked his head in, his hair still disheveled from sleep. The two witches looked at each other and burst out laughing, much to Ron's confusion.

"Er, breakfast is on the table. I have the last of your potions ready, love."

He looked panicked for a second at the endearment that slipped out, so he turned quickly and closed the door. Hermione and Luna couldn't help sharing another fit of giggles.

~*~

Something changed that night. After they had declared their love, they had spent time talking about everything. Years of secret longing, hidden jealousies, and explanations of action and inaction could finally be shared.

It was like they needed this catharsis to move their relationship forward. Though it wasn't as intense as before, their emotional energy had still been like a warm blanket to Luna, hearing the apologies and shared kisses as they talked things through.

Now that they'd had their say, it was like a weight had been lifted. In the pale light, they reached for one another. Unsure kisses turned increasingly passionate, their whispered moans of pleasure causing Luna to shiver in delight from the sensations in the room.

She watched them snogging deeply, before Ron's mouth travelled down Hermione's neck, paying special attention to the fading scar Luna knew was there. The loving couple held each other, hands roaming as they consumed one other, sometimes slow and exploratory, sometimes hungry and desperate.

Each touch, each caress sent a shockwave of heat towards Luna. She closed her eyes and let each wave wash over her, lulling her to sleep once again.

~*~

Luna knew it was inevitable that things would move quickly between the two of them now. There was nothing holding them back.

A few nights later, their cocoon was again imbued with an energy unlike anything Luna had ever felt. The air felt thick and her mind felt hazy. As she lay in bed, she felt a whoosh of more spells being performed. This time, however, it was just around their bed, a bubble within a bubble.

She surreptitiously glanced over, only to see their bed perfectly empty. If she couldn't feel them so strongly, she never would have guessed someone was there. It was remarkable.

When she was down in that cellar, she'd spent hours asking questions and listening to Mr. Ollivander, taking in his teaching. Not only was his knowledge of wandlore incredible, but it extended to magic in general.

He'd often talk about how old magic was forgotten, yet incredibly powerful. He'd lament that people had forgotten the fundamentals about how spells worked, how intricate and fascinating they were.

One of his lessons struck her suddenly, his craggy words echoing in her mind.

"Ms. Lovegood, do you know why it's so difficult to break protective spells? Most witches and wizards nowadays think that such spells create a single barrier, and try to break them by puncturing through with a single strong effort. What they don't understand is that these spells consist of different layers. Rather than a puncture, they should try and peel away the layers, one by one until they get through. It takes far more time and effort to do it this way, but it's the only way. That is what renders defensive magic so effective."

Luna was practically shaking, their feelings incredibly strong in the room. Her curiosity, as it often did, got the better of her as she lifted her wand, reciting the incantations the old wandmaker had taught her.

She could feel each layer stripping away, until she could see them, almost as if looking at them through a slightly foggy window. Their voices were muffled, yet unmistakable.

She could see Ron laying between Hermione's legs, his long hair falling in front of his eyes. His arms were posted up, as he hovered above her, a sheen of nervous sweat shining across his bare back.

He was looking at Hermione like she was the most cherished thing he could possibly imagine.

"Are you sure, love? There's no going back after this."

Hermione's hand reached up and caressed his cheek, before combing his ginger locks out of his face.

"There is no one else I would ever want this with, Ron. Only you. I love you."

"Fuck, Hermione. You're it for me. I love you so much."

He leaned down and captured her lips, the kiss reinforcing their whispered words. The tears leaking from Hermione's eyes, staring at Ron with such immense love, shone in the moonlight.

Luna's own tears ran down her pink cheeks, in awe of the beauty she was witnessing and experiencing before her. She was buffeted by a continuous stream of raw energy, every nerve in her body vibrating.

"Please go slow, love."

"Anything you want."

Luna's conscience overrode her curiosity, and she threw up her own spell to block her vision and hearing. They deserved privacy for their first time making love.

It didn't block out the power of their coupling, and Luna could feel it in her very core. She nearly cried out—it was as if an emotional explosion had gone off. Such was the desire emanating from the bed on the other side of the room.

Luna was drenched with sweat and panting, but she felt their love, and this next step they were taking together. Her cheeks hurt from grinning, the sheer joy filling her completely as she drifted off.

~*~

The first couple of nights after they'd made love were generally the same. Luna would bid them a good night and turn away from them.

After several long minutes, she'd feel the familiar whoosh of their additional spells being cast, and she knew they had sought out an additional level of privacy.

The welcomed push of their emotions would start building, like the feeling of an upcoming thunderstorm, a tenseness in the air awaiting the inevitable.

After several more minutes of buildup, Luna would grab her wand and again wipe away a few layers, until they could both be seen and heard. It was fascinating to watch how naturally they fell into a rhythm.

Their kisses and caresses led to more frenzied snogging, until they were hastily unbuttoning buttons, the pile of clothes quickly growing on the floor.

There was such tenderness in their actions, always touching and never separating. They talked more than she would have thought, constantly reassuring and seeking permission to touch and taste.

She watched as Ron sunk deep inside Hermione, their shared moans reverberating off the protections. They were in perfect sync, in every way possible. It was like a work of art.

Luna could feel their combined feelings, a perfect match of need and want. Their love flowed around her, the gentleness and curiosity of this new phase of their relationship added a new dimension to the energy surrounding her. It was richer and more layered than ever before, as they connected on a different level.

Luna was shocked to also feel something she hadn't felt since the previous summer—arousal. It was impossible not to feel something watching them have sex before her eyes. Her breathing sped up as she watched their bodies together, before turning away. She closed her eyes and drifted off, a smile on her face.

~*~

If the days following Ron and Hermione's first time were about exploration and tenderness, it was obvious to Luna that things had now shifted toward pure lust for one another. The air crackled with energy and want, and she felt it with every fibre of her being.

It must have been difficult for the two of them to suppress their desires for so long. Desires which were now pouring out of them nightly. Desires which rendered the air thick with aching.

Ron slowly kissed down Hermione's stomach, until he reached that spot between her legs. Hermione's head was thrown back in utter ecstasy, her muffled moans heard through the half-broken spell. Hermione's fingers were delving into Ron's hair as he continued pleasuring her with his mouth.

Luna felt those pangs of arousal once again, her hips slowly rotating in time with Hermione's.

Time had been so difficult to determine when down in that cellar, she had only just realized that she'd missed her own birthday in February, her coming of age. She didn't feel any differently, even if the world regarded her as such. She had been exploring her own body for some time, but this was the first opportunity to take care of her needs since before she'd been forced to return to school.

Her pale arm slid into her pajama top, brushing against her pink nipples, her breath quick as she watched Ron's fingers grip Hermione's thighs, ravishing her. Luna pinched a hardened nub between her fingers, watching Hermione's own breasts jiggling as she arched up, screaming out her lover's name as she came.

It was a beautiful sight and sound, which caused Luna to flush. She played with her own breasts as Ron slid up and snogged his girlfriend, their tongues clashing. It was far too erotic, the heat of it blasting Luna and spiking her own desires. She slid a hand past the elastic waistband and found her slick centre.

She rubbed small circles, continuing to observe the two of them. Ron was kissing her neck, allowing her a moment of respite from what was thunderous orgasm. Hermione's chest was still rising and falling.

Ron eventually sat up and slid off the mattress, his large member bobbing obscenely in front of him as he stepped to the end of the bed. Luna's fingers pressed harder and she let out a low groan, the buzz igniting her nerves.

Hermione had turned over and sat on her knees, her face buried in her pillow under a mass of hair. She was at the perfect height for Ron to position himself behind her. He reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking it a few times. Luna's fingers were now moving quickly, waves of pleasure hitting her, the familiar feeling in her core building.

Luna's eyes were now half-closed as Ron guided himself into Hermione, his hands reaching for her hips as he pulled her to him, his groan loud and guttural as he sheathed himself deep. His thrusts started slowly, agonizingly slowly as he teased his love. As his pace increased, Luna's fingers were frantic as she ached for release.

Luna nearly cried out, holding her voice at the last second. Her hips were thrusting under her blanket now as Ron pounded into Hermione, beads of sweat dripping down his freckled chest. Hermione was screaming into her pillow as Ron truly fucked her for the first time, their lust and desire reaching new heights.

Luna's eyes shut as she shuddered on her bed, her whole body writhing as she reacted to everything—the overwhelming magic, her own body as she reached her peak, Ron's grunts as he shot his load, and Hermione's own muffled moans of satisfaction as she came for a second time.

The blonde witch's whole body went limp, in a state of satiation and peace. The smile returned to her face as she heard the other two occupants cuddle up and whisper unbridled declarations of love. She didn't have the power to even reopen her eyes as she fell asleep, content.

~*~

Luna was waiting in the dark, her back turned to Hermione's bed. She tried to quiet her breathing, her ears peeled for the familiar whoosh of the second set of defensive spells that usually accompanied a night in the shared bedroom.

She had witnessed the two of them explore their want over the past few days, their passion for one another infinite. Seeing the various positions and ways they would give and take, sometimes ever so loving, sometimes rutting and animalistic, there was no mistaking the satisfied looks on their faces. But it was nothing compared to the feelings that emanated from their bubble. Feelings which Luna found herself now craving.

Instead of the sound of a spell, she heard a distinctive click and the room was filled with a pulsing bluish light. She held her breath and waited, unsure of what was going on.

"Luna?" Hermione's voice broke the silence. "We know you're awake."

Slowly, Luna turned to face them, her large eyes blinking from the glowing orbs floating near the ceiling. Ron and Hermione were sitting together on the centre of the bed facing her own, their hands entwined.

"Is everything alright?"

Hermione picked up her borrowed wand and recited a spell, causing her bed to widen, taking up a larger portion of the small room, while Ron patted the mattress in front of them. "Why don't you come over here?"

Curious, Luna got out of bed and stepped over, her eyes glowing in the blue light. She carefully sat down in front of them, facing the brunette witch. Hermione waved the wand again, the crashing of the waves outside suddenly muted by the protective spells. The air around them shimmered for a second, and then stillness.

Hermione gave her a kindly smile, causing her to take a deep breath and relax.

"We know you've been watching us. We've known the whole time."

For someone who didn't often worry how others reacted to her, her face started in surprise. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it." A tear fell from her eye, sliding down her cheek, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I can feel the strength of your love and it's beautiful."

Hermione turned and nodded a confirmation to Ron, before turning back to Luna. "That's what I suspected. We're not mad, not at all." She grabbed the blonde girl's hand, giving it a quick squeeze.

"We were actually wondering if you would like to join us."

Never in a million years did she ever think Hermione Granger would say those words to her. She felt Ron's larger hand gently enclose around hers, completing the circle. The love she felt radiating around her was impossible to ignore, it filled every pore of her body. She wanted to feel that connection even more so than she already had, after everything she'd been through since September.

"I... I'd like that. Are you sure you're both fine with this?"

Hermione and Ron again shared a telling look. "We are, just for tonight."

Luna nodded. "Alright."

Ron spoke up suddenly, surprising the two women. "Just one thing, Luna. I can't... I won't... You deserve to have that with someone else, someone who loves you fully, and I..."

The unspoken words hung in the air and she immediately knew why. "You love Hermione too much to ever be with anyone else completely."

Ron nodded, a look of relief passing along his features that his ramblings had been understood.

"Oh, Ron. I love you so much." Hermione leaned forward and kissed him hard, simultaneously squeezing Luna's hand in reassurance.

As they broke apart, Luna was gazing at them intently. Hermione released Luna's hand in order to bring her own up to Luna's cheek, caressing it gently. Luna closed her eyes enjoying the sensation for a moment, before a soft set of lips pressed to hers. She kissed back, her mouth opening slightly. The mattress shifted under her and she felt a hand tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear.

She deepened the kiss with Hermione as she felt a second set of lips attack her neck. She let out a moan, the sensations overwhelming her. Ron's large, warm hand slid to her back, his fingers splayed as his tongue ran up and down, stopping to worry her earlobe for a second, eliciting another groan.

Hermione broke off the kiss, causing Luna to open her eyes.

"Do you want to stop?"

Luna shook her head, her eyes wide.

Ron turned and captured Hermione's lips, as if in reassurance. Luna felt another wave of their love, amplified by the closeness they shared.

Ron pulled away and there was a moment of indecision, before he leaned forward and gently kissed Luna, his mouth widening slightly as the snog grew more heated. Hermione was squeezing her hand again, as if telling her everything was fine. She was sure the same thing was happening between Hermione and Ron.

She felt a shiver as she kissed him back, their tongues briefly touching. Hermione's hand was now running up and down her arm, her touch electric against the bare alabaster skin.

Ron pulled away and gave her a sheepish grin, which she returned, delighted. Hermione raised her hands to Ron's face and kissed him urgently, again communicating silently that she loved him. The surge of energy was almost too much for Luna, arousal a pressing need. She couldn't help but touch herself through her pajama bottoms.

Hermione spied this, motioning for the younger girl to lie down. They shifted positions so that she was between the two of them, staring at the glowing orbs hovering above.

Hermione's fingers lightly grasped her chin and turned her head, their mouths meeting again in a heated snog.

Ron's hand slid under the hem of her shirt, his heat warming her skin as he rubbed circles on her thin belly, slowly pushing the cloth further up until her small breasts were exposed. His fingers lightly pinched her tightened nipples, causing her to gasp into Hermione's mouth.

Hermione pulled away and the two helped Luna sit up and remove her top completely, her long wavy blonde locks falling behind her as she lowered herself back down to the bed, surrounded by their warmth, her eyes closed.

She felt another wave of pleasurable energy, opening her eyes to find them hovering over her, passionately kissing as if they couldn't stand to be apart for so long.

Their foreheads touched briefly as they turned their attentions back to her.

Ron leaned down, each puff of his hot breath teasing her aching chest. "Hermione seems to like it when I do this."

He lowered his mouth to her pink nipple, causing her to cry out and slide her fingers into his hair. Hermione followed his cue and did the same on her other side.

"Oh my, that's wonderful," Luna moaned. Having the two of them taking care of her was heavenly. She couldn't help but splay her legs wide open and buck up, desperately needing to feel friction.

Ron sensed this and began kissing down her belly toward her heated centre, before being stopped by Hermione.

"I... I'd like to try if you don't mind. I've had a good teacher."

Ron and Luna exchanged a look, and Luna nodded her consent. He moved back up and once again took her nipple between his teeth, gently biting it, causing Luna to yelp. He watched Hermione reposition herself between Luna's legs, before lowering her bottoms and knickers.

All they could see was a bushy head of hair, but Luna practically jumped as Hermione's mouth contacted her sensitive nub, eliciting a groan. The sound was swallowed as Ron crushed his lips to hers, their tongues rolling against one another.

Hermione's fingers were gripping her thighs, her tongue working it's magic, causing her to buck again. Ron's hands and mouth were everywhere, her skin on fire from his touch. She could feel the welcome tension building deep inside her, begging for release.

She pressed herself as closely as she could to Hermione, the brunette witch now concentrating on her clit while sliding two fingers into her, causing her to writhe.

Ron's voice rumbled in her ear as he played with her small tits, pulling and pinching and sending sparks to her core, like she had seen him do to Hermione. "Are you getting close? We want you to feel good. We want to make you come."

The coil was quickly unraveling as she nodded tersely.

Ron nibbled on her earlobe. "Come for us, Luna. Come for us."

It was all too much as she nodded again, her eyes squeezed shut.

"Now." He ordered.

"Ohhhh!" She cried out repeatedly through clipped breaths, her thighs trapping Hermione as she convulsed. Ron's arms wrapped around her as she stilled, her blonde hair matted to her forehead. Hermione joined them and gave her a moment to come down from the high.

"That was incredible. Thank you both." She glanced back and forth between them and gave them a tired but satisfied smile. "Who's next?"

Hermione grinned. "I have an idea. Ron, sit back against the headboard."

He shifted and leaned against the wood, his long legs spread out in front of him. His bulge was prominent, straining against his pants.

Hermione reached for the elastic waistband and pulled down, as Ron lifted his hips. She quickly slid off his pants, his hard cock springing forward.

Luna's eyes widened. "He's quite big, isn't he?"

Ron flushed, his chest and neck a bright pink. Hermione waggled her eyebrows at Luna. "I'm very, very lucky."

Hermione grasped his large shaft, her fingers unable to touch as she slowly stroked him. Luna watched on in fascination, both from Hermione's movements, and Ron's reactions. His eyes were half-closed, and he seemed to be holding back his need to thrust into his girlfriend's hand.

His arousal was evident by the bead of moisture at the tip. Luna leaned forward, tentatively swiping her tongue across the large head.

"Keep going, take him in your mouth. He loves that," Hermione whispered.

Ron fisted the sheets as she continued her explorations with Hermione's encouragement, first running her tongue up and down his thick shaft, then taking his hard cock past her lips, her head slowly bobbing up and down. Hermione grinned wickedly at Ron as she gently pulled Luna's long hair to the side, allowing him to not only feel, but see their friend blowing him.

"Fuck, Luna, keep going. You're fucking good at this."

His approval sent a spike of arousal through her, pushing her to stretch her lips and take even more of him down her throat. She couldn't take all of him, so she pulled away to catch her breath, stroking him as Hermione took her place and began sucking him off.

"Oh, fuck," Ron growled, staring at the two incredible girls pleasuring him. Never in his dreams was something like this a possibility. "I'm getting there."

"Wait."

Hermione lifted her head as Luna stopped wanking him, looking back and forth between them.

"I... I would very much like to see the two of you together, up close."

Ron and Hermione exchanged another look, both eager to be coupled once again. Ron slid down until he was lying flat on the bed, his cock at attention and ready. Hermione quickly moved up and reached between her legs to grasp him, positioning him at her entrance before slowly sinking down, her hands pressing down on his chest.

"Oh, Ron!"

Ron bucked at the sound of Hermione's voice, pushing himself even deeper into his love. Hermione slowly rocked, her eyes closed, establishing a rhythm as they crashed into each other, their actions growing frantic.

The emotions pouring off them were so strong that Luna couldn't help touching herself, watching their lovemaking. Ron saw this and reached for her, practically pulling her to him. He motioned for Luna to swing a leg over and face Hermione as he positioned her over his eager mouth. His fingertips pressed into her pale thighs as his talented tongue sent an electric shiver through her whole body.

Luna's moans broke Hermione out of her trance as she opened her eyes to see the blonde girl riding Ron's face as she rode his cock.

"That's... so... hot," she managed to breath out, before sharing a sloppy, hungry kiss with Luna, the triangle of their connection now complete. The girls were both crying out as the ginger man beneath them redoubled his efforts, taking care of them, as they had done for him.

Hermione was the first to go, her whole body shuddering as she pressed her forehead to Luna's and whimpered Ron's name, over and over as she came hard, but continued bouncing on him, needing to feel him let go as well.

Ron couldn't help holding Luna tighter to him, his tongue buried in her as he thrust erratically into his girlfriend, his groans muffled as he froze and pumped load after load into Hermione, perhaps the hardest he'd ever come in his life. Feeling the power of his release pushed Luna over the edge as she too let out a garbled moan and ground down onto him as she hit her peak, again kissing Hermione as she rode out her orgasm.

Exhausted, they detangled and collapsed together, Ron in the centre, his arms cradling the girls to him. Their breathing was heavy, the only sound in their bubble as they fought to slow down the pounding in their chests. No words needed to be spoken.

As she seemed to always do, Hermione's fingers drifted playfully through the curly ginger hairs on Ron's chest. He watched them rise and fall for several long minutes, the peaks and valleys eventually flattening out. Their eyes met, so full of love for one another. The blonde girl next to them started, again picking up their connection.

She opened her eyes a few minutes later and found them staring at her. She smiled and reluctantly sat up, her golden locks falling around her, the orbs above casting an angelic glow.

Her voice was quiet but filled with a sense of contentment and wonder. "Thank you both. I'll never forget this night."

"Neither will we, Luna."

Hermione grabbed her wand and lowered the second set of protections, the rhythmic swell of the sea once again audible to the three of them.

Luna leaned forward and kissed each of them on the cheek, before gathering her clothes and gliding over to her bed. After a few cleaning charms, she slid under her covers and turned away.

She could hear their soft kisses and loving words as another wave of warmth surrounded her, a smile on her face as she fell into a deep sleep.

[minervahopebeyond]

Blood Daffodils.

THIS IS FINALLY HAPPENING! I’m so happy to be posting this chapter👏🏻 Please let me know what you thought of it! In my head it all made sense but let’s see what you think! I’ll be replying to the comments so feel free to leave me all your gorgeous theories there!! ✨Ps. I’ve checked but I’m sorry if you find any errors in this one.

Chapter 16: Ally. (Part 1/2)

Harry looked at Draco one last time. The way that his hair rested on the pillow, all messy and shiny in the middle of the darkness of the room. His beautiful stormy eyes were closed. His chest rose with every breath he took in. The smell of the flowers floated around the room...

Fuck, he was going to hate him so much for this... Especially after last night.

If he focused enough, he could still feel Draco’s hands on his body... He could still taste his skin on his lips, he even could smell his scent on him: Daffodils, sweat, and his posh cologne.

Harry could replay in his head every single detail about last night, even how his tongue burned from the need to tell him that he loved him.

He loved Draco so much... that was why he had to leave... He didn’t want to, though. Every fiber in his body was telling him to stay were he was, to not move even an inch further from the blond. Harry was so needy that it made him want to barf sometimes.

Hermione whispered his name, snapping him out of his thoughts, the small bag already in her hand and Ron right behind her.

He sighed and turned to look at the boy again. He wanted to kiss him so bad, he just feared that he was going to wake him up if he did. Leaving was so much harder now... So fucking painful.

He silently prayed that this would not be the last time that they saw each other, that he would come home to him, before turning around to meet his friends. He tried to keep it together but from time to time his eyes started to burn, the tears threatening to come out.

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Apparating to a place that neither of them knew or ever saw was risky, at the least. The only information they had were the few details that Draco had told them, and a rough idea about where it was... The blond boy had pointed its location on his map, in a very secluded part of Wiltshire. That was it, that was the only thing they knew. That and that it had twenty bedrooms, two attics, the cellars and white peacocks.

Nonetheless, they managed to not splinch themselves and die in the process, so yeah, point for them.

“Now how the fuck do we get in?”

“Eloquent, Ronald.”

The magic surrounding the Manor was as dark as it could be. This place was warded, definetely, and in the worst kind of way. Considering that Draco was the one who helped ward their home while suggesting to add some traps to it, and that the blond boy learned everything he knew about dark magic in this very same place... They couldn’t be as daft as to try to break in.

“We wait, we are fairly far away from the entrance to not be seen and we can use the cloak just in case.”

His best friends just nodded and followed him to hide behind some bushes that were near their apparation point.

“The ferret is going to kill us, you know?” The redhead said with a defeated voice.

“Ron, don’t take this the wrong way, but I really don’t want to talk about Malfoy.”

He couldn’t, because thinking about him only took him to his grey stormy eyes looking at right at him before calling him beautiful, to them being so close that Harry wasn’t sure where did he ended and Draco began. It made him think about all the things he still wanted to live with him, and wouldn’t get to do, it made him want to cry right there and then. And he couldn’t, not now.

Harry would probably die today, but it was going to be worth it because Ron, Hermione and Draco could finish this. Draco wouldn’t even hesite to cast the killing curse if he had to, if it were Voldemort... Harry wasn’t so sure that he could do that, killing someone.

They waited for a while, the lights were starting to touch the sky, if it got any clearer they would need to snuggle under the cloak.

They stayed in silence for a while, Hermione kind of sent worried looks his way, and Harry made an effort to ignore them. He wanted to enter the Manor already, just so he could have his mind occupied in something other than imagining Draco waking up and realizing that they left him behind. Or his dad and Padfoot. Fuck.

Harry snaped out of his own thoughts when he heard the crack of apparation right beside them. He covered with the cloak as fast as he could and the three of them with their wands at the ready, they stared at the dark figure standing a few meters away from them.

The man didn’t seem to find anything, looking frantic to his surroundings.

“If you are there: speak. Now.”

It was Nott. Draco’s face appeared in his mind. He could talk to him, maybe they could go back, and fuck the bloody horcrux, he could give this to Malfoy. He could bring them back together again. He could save him. That was why he was doing this after all, wasn’t it?

Hermione grabbed his arm, digging her nails on it. He turned to look at her and she was mouthing ‘No, Harry’.

The brunette walked right by them, looking around, now more patiently. They couldn’t move, if they did, they would be heard.

Suddenly, the boy stood right in front of them. Harry knew they were screwed even before Nott pulled the cloak off of them.

“Stupefy.” Ron casted and the brunette fell to the floor.

“Quick thinking.”

“Thanks, Mione.”

“Enervate”

Harry casted the spell once they had placed Nott in a hidden part of the forest, warding the place and binding the boy, too.

The brunette opened his eyes, lazily, still lost after being stupified.

“Oh, great.” His voice came out hoarse.

“Start talking, Nott.” Harry said, spitting out his last name.

“Draco”

Harry put his wand between his eyes.

“Don’t say his name, you fucking coward.” He didn’t deserve it. He had him and he left him. For what? What was so important? <cite>Harry would never,</cite> one fucking word out of Draco’s mouth, one request, and he would do whatever he asked. That was why he didn’t tell Malfoy this whole thing about them leaving, he knew that if he asked him to stay he would... And now this ungrateful bastard was asking for him, saying his name.

It was Ron who pushed him back and made him lower his wand, glaring at him before answering to the boy.

“He is alive. That’s all you get. How did you know we were there?”

“Luna.” The brunette tried to clear his throat. “I have a two-way mirror on my pocket,you can check if you want, she said that you were close.”

It was Ron who searched for the mirror, suspiciously, his eyes narrowed. He took it and showed it to them. A small pocket mirror, very similar to the one that Hermione used to carry in her purse. His friend opened it and widened his eyes, surprised.

“He is telling the truth, Luna is there.” Nott hissed his response.

“Close it! If it’s open they can hear it over there.” The redhead seemed startled but obliged almost instantly. The brunette sighed in relief. “You have to wait for her to talk to you to use it... There could be people guarding her, she waits until she is alone to send a message.”

Harry frowned, trying to process the information.

“How did she know?” Hermione spoke clearly.

The corners of Nott’s mouth moved upwards, almost like he was smiling, before shrugging in response.

“I don’t know, it’s Lovegood that we are talking about here. Something about Potter’s aura upsetting the Wrackspurts.”

So they were friends now? Luna was somehow captive at the Manor and talked to Nott just because?

“I’m going to take a wild guess and say that you need to get inside.”

“We don’t have to tell you anything.” Harry replied harshly.

“Mate, shut the fuck up.” Then, Ron turned to the brunette again. “Can you get us in?”

Nott raised his eyebrow, looking defiantly at them. After a few moments he sighed and muttered a curse.

“Yes, but I have conditions.”

Harry was already raising his wand to cast a stinging jinx on him, but Hermione sent a glare his way.

“Calm down, stop acting like a child.” She said with a severe tone. “Tell us your conditions, Theodore.”

“First: I want more information about Draco. Second: you take Lovegood with you.”

“Why are you so interested in Luna, Nott?” He asked, wary.

“Why the hell do you care, Potter?”

Harry cared because, if Nott had suddenly moved on from Draco, it was going to be a problem. First of all, because if Malfoy died he would cast another Sectumsempra on the brunette, without even feeling sorry about it. And he also cared because it all seemed pretty weird and not in a good way. Like a trap.

“Stop, both of you. It’s like watching a muggle soap-opera.”

“Granger, not to be rude, but I’m not getting the analogy.” Nott replied and Ron chuckled.

“It means that you two look like medieval arseholes, fighting over your damsel in distress.”

“Don’t call the ferret that, he could kill you.”

“Draco isn’t here right now, if he were he would have put these two back in their places.”

The brunette snorted and smirked a little.

“Can’t argue with that. Draco has gift.”

Harry was seeing red. He wanted to smack that smug smile right off his stupid face. He didn’t deserve to be thinking of Malfoy in any way, but much less, in that way. Not if he didn’t plan to run away with them. Not if he was planning on abandoning the blond boy again.

And, now, Harry understood what he was talking about. How it felt to be near him in that way. How sweet and passionate Draco was... And that was just how he was with Harry. The awful pang of jealousy felt like it was digging a hole in his stomach. ‘Imagine how he was with him... All those nights that you watched the map and they were sharing Nott’s bed. Just like he shares yours. Did he whisper that he loved him as he came? Because that is something that he didn’t say to you...’

If Draco was so sweet and passionate with him, imagine how he was with Nott... And this piece of scum was making jokes about it, jokes about the one thing that Harry craved more than anything in his life. He wanted to strangle him.

“I think your friend is having a stroke over there, Weasley.”

“Keep talking, I dare you.” Harry snarled at him, and the hazel-eyed didn’t even blink.

“What? You want details? Okay, I have plenty. There was this time wher-“

But he was cut short by Harry throwing himself on him and knocking him to the ground. He didn’t even got to really hit him because Ron was pulling him back, grabbing him by the shoulders, and Mione helped Nott to sit again.

“Let go of me! I’m going to kill him!” He yelled as he struggled to free himself from Ron’s arms.

“Mate, bloody hell, he is fucking with you, making you mad on purpose.”

“Both of you, stop it. I’m not saying it again. Theodore, we need to get in, that’s all you need to know. Bellatrix is staying there, right?” The boy just nodded. “Help us then, once we are in, we tell you about Draco, okay? And of course we’ll take Luna.”

“Fine. Do you have polyjuice?” Hermione nodded enthusiastically. She had brewed a lot of if with Draco over the summer, following their ‘just in case’ list of potions. “Great, there is a meeting in a few hours,I’ll wait here with you and we’ll choose who are you going to polyjuice. They trust the wards too much, so they are not going to ask a lot of questions.”

“You really thought this through, didn’t you?” Ron asked him a little amused. “What about you? Wouldn’t it be suspicious if you stayed here for so many hours?”

“My father can not really tell if I’m there or not anymore, so no.”

“Why...?” The boy shrugged.

“ He is really old and Bellatrix thought that it would be fun to cast a little cruciatus on him... something had gone wrong and it was his punishment, we all face it eventually. But because of his age...it was worst.”

He seemed so unaffected, a little bored to tell the story, but Harry knew that there was more to it. Draco had told him that Nott was different with pain, that he handled it by not giving it much importance, until it crushed him, just like it had happen in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom...

Fuck. Maybe this coward didn’t deserve it but Draco still loved him. And Harry loved Draco, so...

“Release him, Mione.” Harry spoke with a commanding tone.

“He could escape-“

“He is not going to.” Then he turned to look at Nott. “Are you?”

“No, Potter.”

“See?”

[kumeko]

A/N: For the Eos Compendium zine! I’ve been dying to write Nyx/Luna since I’ve seen the movie, and took this as an excuse to just do it.

Summary: Nyx wasn’t sure if the past kings had something else in mind for him or if he was still clinging to life out of sheer stubbornness (sheer stupidity, Crowe would have called it). Either way, Luna was here and he was alive and this time, he wasn’t going to let her out of his sight.

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i.

 “Nyx.”

 A voice flowed over him like water, soothing the burns and lacerations that crossed his body. Every part of him felt like it was on fire, as though he was lying on a bed of coals. No, that wasn’t right—it was more like he was burning on the inside, a flame simmering just beneath his skin.

 “Nyx, wake up.”

 A heaven-sent balm, the voice continued to call his name. His eyes fluttered open, the bright light of the sun searing into his retinas before he squeezed them shut again. Fuck, he swore, but his throat was parched and the only sound that escaped his lips was a dusty cough. There was a tingle in his fingers and toes as he tried to wiggle them.

“You are alive.” A soft sigh of relief. Something warm and wet hit his skin. Cracking his eyes open an inch, Nyx slowly took in his surroundings. As his eyes adjusted, he could make out smouldering fires, jagged rubble. Hell, now that his body was awake, he could feel the cracked rocks beneath his back. The sharp points poked into his skin everywhere except for his head. A hand brushed his forehead, soft fingers hesitantly pressing into his skin. “Though I am not sure how.”

 “Your Highness,” he managed, opening his eyes now fully to make out the bent figure of Lunafreya Nox Fleuret. His charge. She shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be here. Dozens of questions ran through his mind and Nyx closed his eyes once more. Taking a deep breath, he started with the basic steps. Was anything broken? Not his ribs, at the very least. Nothing felt cracked, just bruised.

 And his skin, his skin felt like fire, like ash, like it would burn into nothing and flake apart at the slightest breeze. It was a strange feeling. An imprint of the ring was permanently scorched onto his finger and even though it wasn’t on, he could still feel the weight of it all. He breathed in. As he exhaled, Nyx opened his eyes and shakily started to rise.

 Luna quickly grabbed his shoulders, helping him up. Closer now, he could make out the dirt on her skin, the tear streaks on her face. “Be careful, I do not think you have recovered yet.”

 “As much…” His voice cracked. Nyx swallowed, his mouth still too dry.  “As much as I can be, your highness.”

 Not the response she was expecting, he was sure. Luna stared at him for long ten seconds, her eyes blinking owlishly, before she cracked a smile. “I suppose if you can talk like that, you are better than I expected.” Her slim fingers ran down his arm, leaving a trail of ice in their wake, before curling around his hand. Inspecting his fingers, she murmured, “Truly, it is strange. The ring has left barely a mark on you.”

 “No, it definitely left something.” Nyx winced—his body still felt like it was on fire, ever smouldering. What had the kings said? He’d have their powers until the dawn had risen? He had taken it to mean the next day, but here he was. Maybe there was some other dawn they wanted him to live to. Or maybe he was alive purely by willpower, his body kept together by the shear strength of his stubbornness. Crowe would have called it idiocy.

 She was probably right. He was too stupid to know when to die.

    ii.

There were certain aspects of life that Luna had resigned herself to accept: her death, the fate of the world, the fact that her struggle would be a long and lonely one. The second she had summoned the trident, had connected with the gods, she had known all of these things to be true, whether she willed them or not.

 The man following her like a loyal dog was not one of those things. Stopping in the middle of a muddy path, Luna turned around to face him. “You do not have to follow me.”

 “What else am I gonna do?” Nyx’s lips quirked into a smirk and she didn’t know if his expression or his tone was more infuriating. A mix of both, most likely. “I’m a dead man walking.”

 “Live your life, however much left of it there is,” Luna entreated, focusing on his scarred hand. Even now, she did not know how he bore the pain. His right arm was a mass of burns, thin flakes of skin chipping off here and there. The price of the ring was a steep one indeed, though not as high as she had feared. He had lived, at least. He should not be throwing his life away like this. “Meet your friend.”

 At that, Nyx flinched. His eyes lowered and he shook his head. “Liberatus would understand. It’s dangerous out here and I don’t think your trident will cut it.”

 “What I am doing is dangerous,” Luna corrected. “Whether you are here or not, my path is a difficult one.”

 “I can make it slightly less difficult.” Looking more serious now, Nyx pulled out his Glaive knife. A knife that was now useless to everyone but him. He balanced it in his hand before slowing wrapping his fingers around the hilt. “I promised King Regis to keep you safe.” Gripping the knife tightly now, he tossed it behind her and burst into a million refracted lights as he warped to the wild beast behind her. “It’s the only reason I’m still standing.”

 Luna spun around, watching as he killed monster after monster, his knife hurtling from one direction to another. It was a futile task. Even if they injured her, they wouldn’t kill her. Not yet. It wasn’t her fate to end here.

 It was her fate to die across the sea, in a watery grave. You can’t save me, her lips refused to form.

 Some part of her knew that he would try anyways.

    iii.

 The modest campfire flickered, just barely strong enough to survive the slight night breeze. Nyx quickly scanned the moonlit sky; with the bright full moon, anyone could spot them if they were looking hard enough. All it took was one magitech engine and while Nyx could take down a group, even he would have difficulties against that many.

 “Is something wrong?” Luna asked quietly. On the other side of the fire, she hugged her knees to her chest, her eyes half-closed, and she looked more like a lost child than a fierce, stubborn princess.

 “Nothing yet.” One last check and Nyx tore his eyes away from the sky. The embers flickered in and out of existence, the fire on the verge of dying, and he added another log to the pile. At least the smoke wasn’t too visible. “You should sleep.”

 “As should you.” Luna eyed him now, looking slightly more awake. “I do not understand how you are still standing. When was the last time you slept?”

 “…properly? Weeks ago.” Nyx shrugged, leaning back. “Maybe it’s the ring.”

 “Perhaps so.” Luna pulled out the chain from under her dress, holding it up in the dim light. The fire flickered on the dull silver, casting reflections that looked like omens of the future. “Though I do not know of any such properties. Moreover, only the king should be able to draw out the ring’s power.”

 “Prince Noctis,” Nyx mumbled, resisting the urge to spit out the name. Even now, he felt a surge of bitterness over all that was lost so the royal heir could survive. Over all who had died so a single boy and his entourage could make it to the next day. “When’s he getting the ring?”

 The wrong question. As soon as he asked, Luna’s expression darkened and she let go of the chain. With a guarded look, she answered, “Not yet—there are still some tasks before he is ready. He must connect with his ancestors and gain powers of old. He must form convents with the gods.”

 “And you won’t meet him till then?” Nyx clarified, though he already knew the answer to that before she nodded. This was a woman who had jumped out of a flying vehicle to help her king, a woman who kept pushing and pushing forward for a duty that wrapped around her thicker than any chain.

 “Yes. There is much to be done.” Luna paused before softly adding, “And not much time to do it.”

    iv.

 “Your highness,” Nyx softly started, watching her from the corner of his eyes as she slowly picked her way down steep mountain path. It had been hard to find an opening where the empire had no eyes, a path that only the wild animals knew.

 Before he could continue, Luna shook her head and cut him off. Firmly, she corrected him, “Luna.”

 “That isn’t—”

 “Insomnia is no more. Tennebrae was annexed.” Luna’s eyes lowered as though she was remembering some place, some time long ago, when neither of those were true. Her hand grabbed onto the nearby wall, keeping her steady as she found her footing forward. “All that I have left now is the trident and my name. There are not many who can still call me by it.” When he didn’t respond, she added, “Have we not travelled together long enough to drop such formalities?”

 Despite her light tone, her eyes were just as determined as they had been when they’d raced through Insomnia. Rubbing the back of his neck, he nodded. “Fine. Luna.” In his head, Nyx could already hear Crowe and Liberatus laughing. Quickly, he amended. “Princess Luna.”

 “Not quite what I was hoping for, but it is sufficient.” Luna smiled.

 “Anyways, about your brother...” Nyx trailed off. There was no easy way to say this. Biting the bullet, he forged on, “He’s alive.”

 “Ravus?” Luna almost stumbled over a rock, shock colouring her expression. Grabbing his arm, she stared up at him. “Are you certain?”

 “Yeah.” If there was one thing that remained true even after all that they’d been through, it was that news travelled fast and gossip even faster. The small towns that they had carefully bypassed were full of stories about a one-armed general and the rag-tag team that Noctis had managed to scrounge up. “He lost his arm, but he’s still there.”

 For once, Luna was like an open book. Joy and sorrow warred in her expression, her hand slipping off his to clasp her other one. “He is truly alive.” Her pace slowed, her foot scuffing the earth as she digested the information. “The old kings were very generous then, allowing both you and him to survive. Though, perhaps it would have been better if he had not. He will only obstruct us in the future.”

 “You don’t have to say that, you know.” Nyx looked away when she turned to him, staring instead at the center of the large crater they were heading down. “You can be happy about it.”

 “Can I truly?” Luna murmured, her hands squeezing tighter together. Her nails dug into her skin. “Even now, he is still with the empire, is he not?”

 “I was hoping he’d died.” Nyx shrugged. “It’s fine if you’re happy about it—no one else will be.”

 “Is that so?” Luna squeezed her hands one last time before finally dropping them to her sides. “I am happy, but also a little sad. I do not think he is my brother anymore.” She smiled ruefully. “I think my brother died long ago, I had just hoped otherwise.”

    v.

The Archaean roared. It took all of Nyx’s strength not to fall backwards at the sight of this god towering over them, at this angry being who looked ready to smite at a moment’s provocation. As it was, the heat was terrible enough without this added fear. Wiping his brow with his free hand, Nyx tightened his grip on his dagger.

 In the middle of a stone ledge, Luna regally stood with her trident. He was never sure where this courage came from, where all that strength fit inside of that tiny, frail body. Even as the Archaean glared her down, Luna didn’t back away. Determined, she held up her trident once more and beseeched, “Remember the covenant. The chosen king shall arrive soon to claim it.”

 A massive hand took a powerful swipe, his fingers just barely missing the young woman. Even then, she didn’t flinch, and Nyx raised his dagger. A god. He could take it on. Maybe. At least, it would give Luna enough time to flee. “Princess, I think it’s time to go.”

 “Stay back.” She didn’t turn around as she ordered him, her gaze steady on the god’s.

 “He’s—”

 “This is my duty.” Those words again. Her duty. Her sacrifice. What visions of the future did the gods send her that she had completely forgotten self-preservation? “I will see it through.”

 Nyx gritted his teeth. “Fine.” Crouching slightly, he kept his hand steady in case he needed to quickly drag her away. He could be stubborn too.

    vi.

 Luna pulled her jacket around her tighter. It was raining now, Ramuh sparking lightning and thunder across the sky, and they still had miles to go before they reached his location. In front of her, the meager fire Nyx had managed to make sputtered and died.

 “Shit.” Nyx leaned forward, shielding the weak embers. Using the dry kindle he had saved, he tried to coax the fire back to life. It was too late; despite the small alcove they were hiding in, the rain was determined to get in everywhere. With a sigh, he sat back. “Sorry, princess. Looks like we’re in the cold again.”

 Princess. She hadn’t liked the change in titles at first, but rolling off his lips, it sounded almost like a nickname. Curling up into a tighter ball, she sighed. “You tried your utmost. It is all I can ask for.”

 “Still. Would have been nice to be warm for once.” Nyx leaned back against the wall. This close, she could make out the profile of his face, the rough scars that told stories she would never know. His usually neat braids were for once a little messy, unable to keep together in the constant rain. “I guess he got it?”

 “Got what?” Luna asked, startled back into the conversation. “Who?”

 “The Archaean. Noctis.” Concerned, he looked down at her. “You sick, princess?”

 “No, I am fine.” Luna rubbed her cold arms. “Noctis did achieve the covenant, the Archaean was appeased. There is a reason all that heat vanished.”

 “And then Ramuh had to sweep in and make everything wet,” Nyx commented blithely, a bitter expression on his face. “I guess it won’t go away till he gets here?”

 “Not until the covenant is forged,” Luna confirmed regretfully.

 “Then wouldn’t it be quicker if we just travelled with him?”

 “Not entirely.” Luna buried her head in her arms, listening to the rain as it fell. The large droplets were comforting. “I had considered it. Unfortunately, the gods require ample preparation time and it would be too dangerous for both of us to travel together.”

 Nyx said nothing. They sat in silence, listening as the thunder rumbled in the distance. Lightning flashed, crashing to the earth on a lone tree in the mountains. Luna could hear Nyx breath shallowly, his body tense and ready for a fight. He was always ready to jump into battle, to defend, to protect. She had almost forgotten what it was like to be with someone else and share a burden.

 “Do you want to see him?” Nyx asked, his voice softer now. She didn’t look up to see his expression.

 “Him?” She didn’t need the clarification, not really.

 “The prince.”

 “I do not know,” Luna answered truthfully to her knees. It was a little easier like this, when all she could see was darkness. She thought of the wedding dress she would never wear. “I have not seen him since we were children. I am not sure what difference it would make now.”

 There was a small intake of air. Surprised, Nyx pressed on. “Then your engagement—”

 “A ruse to ensure he left the city. To ensure I entered the city.” Luna closed her eyes, remembering the little boy who read stories with her. Who had left her notes in her exchange diary, the one small thing she had allowed herself to have. “At one time though, I think there could have been love.”

 There was a long pause. She listened to the sound of him breathing. “And now?”

 “Now there is no time for love, just duty.” Just a single duty. She had seen the images many times by now: Leviathan, a bloody dagger, a ring. A chance to save the world, to change its destiny in exchange for her own. “I am the Oracle, I must finish what I set out to do.”

 “You know, it’s okay to do something for yourself. For once.” His voice was awkward, fumbling. His kindness more so. “If you want to see him…”

 Did she? It was a question she both wanted and didn’t want answered. She feared what the result would bring. “Nyx? Thank you.”

    vii.

 A black dog darted out of the woods and Nyx resisted the urge to skewer the mutt. “It’s you again.”

 “Who?” Luna broke into a smile at the sight of Umbra and kneeled down to pet him. “I take it he received the message?”

 Umbra barked, his tail wagging proudly, and Nyx tried not to snort. A messenger to the gods? More like a magical dog.

 Unwrapping the package on Umbra’s back revealed an envelope overly stuffed with pictures. The snapshots spilled out, revealing its contents, and Luna lit up as she started to flip through them. “So it was Prompto this time, I take it.”

 Umbra yipped, laying down on his paws as he watched her.

 Curious, Nyx picked one up. Two men were smiling at the camera, a woman in black standing just behind them. “They look like they’re on a road trip.”

 “I am sure they did not want to send me sad photos.” Luna glanced at the one in his hand. “Oh my.” She raised a brow. “I did not know Gentiana could be seen like that.”

 Gentiana. Nyx blinked. The other messenger to the gods. He’d seen Luna talk to her when she thought he wasn’t listening, her voice low and calm as she discussed their plans. Or rather, he’d seen Luna talk to the empty air, since apparently Gentiana was invisible to all. The only thing he noticed was the waves of sadness that saturated the air during each meeting.

 “Maybe I should get a camera.” She was invisible to all but the lens, it seemed. He stared at her placid expression, her neatly clasped hands. She looked just as unhappy as he’d expected.

    viii.

 I’ll keep you safe, Nyx had sworn.

 On a boat to Altissia, Luna stared into the waves, the Glaive’s words echoing in her head. Part of her wanted to believe him.

 A part of her knew better.

   viii.

 There was a part of him that had expected this. Well, not all of this—it would take a prophet to anticipate the destruction of a city, the massive body of the leviathan, the endless troopers. And it had. And that prophet was now sitting in a pool of her blood, leaning on her trident as she struggled to stand.

 It had taken him a second to warp to her side, his hands carefully cradling her to his chest. “I’ll find a doctor, it’ll be okay.” The words rushed out of him, an unfamiliar sense of panic rising within him. His fingers shook slightly as he held her. “You’ll be okay.”

 “It’s fine,” Luna coughed, her voice already faint. A bloody hand rose up to cup his cheek, a soft smile on her face. “I knew this would happen.”

 And so had he, no matter how much he had wanted to deny it. Her words had been laced with goodbye since the moment he’d met her. “A doctor,” he repeated, getting up. Maybe he could find an evacuation team. Or go to where all of the residents were taken to. His mind was a mess, thoughts tumbling out of him, and he froze indecisively.

 “Nyx.” Weakly, she pushed his jaw toward her to grab his attention once more. “Noctis must be saved. The ring must be delivered. It is too late for me, but the world still has a chance. You know this as well as I do.”

 And he did, and he did, but there was a difference between knowing and accepting. Red blossomed all over her white dress, her skin growing cooler with every second that passed.

 “Nyx,” she murmured.

 “I know,” he answered, leaning down till their foreheads touched. His hand reached for his dagger.

    x.

 It ended as it started, with fire and water. The ring slipped onto Noctis’s finger and Nyx closed his eyes as the coals simmering underneath his skin erupted into flames once more. The kings had come to claim their pound of flesh. His body started to flake apart, like ash, like dust, like petals in the wind.

 Nyx, a voice called out to him, a voice like a soothing balm on his frayed nerves.

 Luna, he thought, and he reached into the void.

[meteor752]

The insecurity of Tilda of Mirkwood

When I write about Tilda, I mostly write a pretty unstable but still happy person who just generally craves more in life, sort of like a Disney character.

(Honestly, short side note, every time I hear either How far I’ll go or Go the Distance I can’t help but imagine her just standing on the worst place possible singing the song, like a cliff or the top of a tree, before just jumping down and nearly breaking her neck)

But Tilda has a bit more to her than that, that I didn’t really get to touch in her deep dive, mostly because I couldn’t figure out how to put it in there.

When it comes to the insecurities of Matilda Lucia Dragondaughter, it’s mostly centered around the comparison to others around her, and how she sees herself.

There wasn’t much of it when she was a child, just like any other kid she was pretty carefree and didn’t really mind that sometimes people would talk weirdly about her and her antics.

It begun around the time her da married the elven king and she moved from Dale to Mirkwood, and when Legolas officially became her brother.

Now Legolas is messy and wild, sure, but he’s still a scholar, soldier, athlete, and generally very good looking for an elf, who’s also a prince and next in line for the throne.

Sigrid is a musician, a writer, a scholar, an axe wielder, a future queen, a black smith, and the perfect daughter.

Bain is a sweetheart, an excellent peace keeper, a good soldier despite his disability, the captain of the royal guard and the dream son in law.

Tilda is an emotionally unstable screwup that can’t sit still for one second, is petty as hell, had no sense of self care, has no goal in life, and is just a general nightmare to be around.

That’s at least how she sees herself.

Now while reading this you may think ‘Meteor this sounds more like self loathing than Insecurity, what are you talking about’.

Well, we’re only getting started, because Tilda lives a long life with a lot of shit in it.

When Tilda joined the elven army, she noticed how the trainer was harsher on her than on literally anyone else.

At first she thought it was because she was human and not an elf, until she figured out that they were trying to make her quit, which confused her of why.

That was until her training was done, but unlike basically every other recruit she was only called onto small scouting missions that were generally safe and lame, and she was like oh my family set this up okay.

So she quit immediately, and then the dark times begun.

Tilda was straight up miserable after leaving the army, and would mostly sit in her room and sulk for two reasons.

One, to join the army was her one chance of living up to the standards her siblings had put, by becoming a great soldier and maybe even captain one day, but she had never been given the chance.

Two, her family had tried to make her quit, and then made sure she was only put on the safest and meekest missions there was, which only proved that they didn’t trust or believe in her.

Tilda had always wanted her time in the spotlight, her big chance, her moment to truly shine so to speak. She’d always been in the shadow of her siblings, and the only way to get out of it was to create a scene which made her family angry at her.

See it as sort of a Luna from mlp mixed with Cassandra from Tangled.

And despite the self loathing, she did know that it was only in her head and that her family and friends probably didn’t think that way of her.

But when they refused to let her be a proper soldier, she then they refused to let her go anywhere without a consort, when they refused to let her show what she was capable of, it just proved that what she thought of herself was how they thought of her too.

A screwup.

A mistake.

A spare.

So yeah, she became really depressed, and refused to talk to anyone except Aloe.

She spent a lot of time in Rivendell just to be away from her family, moping in the room she was given and barely ever coming out.

She started to put burn marks on her arms and hands, she started to jump from a bit too high heights, she started to “accidentally” cut herself sometimes.

She just wanted to feel something that wasn’t misery.

Her family tried to cheer her up, but they genuinely didn’t know what was happening since she wasn’t exactly the person to be open about her insecurities and issues, so all their efforts were in vain.

It was Aragorn, out of all people, who got her out of her hole of despair.

Legolas had sent a message to him after a few years of Tilda’s bad habits of barely eating, barely sleeping, and barely talking to anyone else.

Aragorn basically nearly kicked the door in, which nearly scared Tilda to death, before hugging her firmly and demanding that she will follow him on a hunt.

And because of the fact that Tilda respects Aragorn quite a bit, she just nods shortly.

To her surprise, Aragorn doesn’t try to make her talk of what’s going on like literally anyone else, but simply talks about other stuff that is going on in both of their lives.

Tilda ends up having a bit of a wake up call, realizing that she’d been moping for the last eight years, and just decided to get off her ass and do something with her life.

Legolas was quite surprised when Tilda just turned up one day in Mirkwood like if nothing had happened demanding that he’d go kill some spiders with her.

Despite the fact that she’d stopped sulking, she still didn’t make an attempt to better her well being and kept her negative thoughts to herself.

She simply didn’t want to be seen as weak and fragile, like so many thought of her because of her human biology and her constant inability to stay still for one second.

If her family would find out that she also thought of herself as weird and useless, then they would just pity her.

And Tilda honestly thought she was strong enough to handle it.

She was certainly not.

Every time Legolas had to leave for something, every time there was some diplomatic journey ahead, every time the elves were called into battle, she was left behind. She’d always wanted her moment of glory as I’ve previously mentioned, but how could that be given if she never even got the chance?

She just felt like she was in the way for everyone.

After she left her family behind, (Or more exactly literally escaped out the window), she felt free and happy for basically the first time in her life. It was just her and Aloe against the world, with no expectations, no one to feel like she let down, no judgment, just her and her best friend.

And it remained like that for a while, as she didn’t meet many people she didn’t need to compare herself to others.

It was first when she received the invitation to the wedding of Aragorn and Legolas that she was put back on earth again and reality hit her.

Especially when both Sigrid and Bain tried to convince her to come back to society, just so she wouldn’t hurt herself, because which angered her greatly.

She left the wedding early, angry tears in her eyes without turning back.

Which was the reason she took on a dragon and became a dragonslayer. To prove that she wasn’t a doll that would topple over any minute. To prove that she was just as capable and great as her siblings. To prove that she wasn’t just the younger sibling.

And if you’ve read the deep dive, you know how that turned out.

***

I love Tilda, she’s literallyy favorite Lotr character, which is why I write so much about her. But sometimes I just like to make characters suffer through trauma and insecurities.

This is heavily inspired by me listening to Waiting In The Wings and The Moon Rises for like 24/7 for the last few days, which are both awesome songs go listen to it.

Tilda’s way of coping with how she felt is really bad, (like seriously kids talk to someone take your meds) but from what I’ve written about her I knew she wouldn’t be the one to confront her more weak looking emotions. She was raised by elves, she’s prideful by nature.

The way Tilda feels is not that she’s not worthy of what she has, but more that she deserves more than what she has, which has to do again with the youngest sibling thing.

But honestly with the right power and proper snap, she probably could be like an mlp villain.

AU Masterpost

[phoenixrisesoncemore]

I was tagged by @wangxianbunnydoodles (oh my, this is long and you might regret it; also I don’t follow instructions well 😉). I tend not to be very good at these things (sorry to anyone else who has tagged me in these kinds of things before—this is a rare event happening mostly because I wanna talk about Tolkien books and ships) but here goes:

Top 3 Ships

I don’t actively ship characters that often. I’m not sure why that is. I do enjoy reading fic with pairings either canon or not, but I don’t often go “all in” on ships in most narratives I consume. There are notable exceptions (more than three but these are the three most recent—I have no idea how to identify my top ships):

WangXian (CQL). This is surely obvious from the current state of my blog, right? I blame The Untamed and its impossibly tender, only-subtextual-by-a-hair’s-breadth romance. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a show express ultimate devotion, deep affection, true appreciation, complete understanding (eventually), and the sheer *necessity of the other* between two people quite like this one has. Hell, I don’t think I’ve ever seen two characters and desperately wanted them together and happy as much as I have these two, so bravo to the cast and crew for generating such second-hand devotion in me.

Silvergifting (Tolkien). This is all @thearrogantemu’s fault. I’d read some Silvergifting before I read These Gifts That You Have Given Me, mostly out of curiosity (some good stuff, too!), but I had never read any Tolkien fic that convinced me it was *true* (on many, many levels, though the ship level is the one pertinent to this post). In any canon-like universe this ship hurts, but in the Gifts universe it hurts the most; it hurts like Hell. It hurts in the way only razor-sharp, sorry-the-universe-works-this-way, oh-are-those-my-entrails-on-the-floor-I-didn’t-even-feel-the-knife tragedy can hurt. And it’s so convincing that it’s just...a fact now. Tolkien just forgot to tell us. So now I ship Silvergifting, but most deeply, specifically THAT Silvergifting. (Meanwhile, 14 year old me continues to look at *significantly* older me like I’m insane.)

ZeLink (Legend of Zelda). Deep down I’m still 12 years old and no amount of fine lines and wrinkles is going to change that. When is Breath of the Wild 2 coming out?

Last Song

I listen to soundtracks and bombastic and dramatic orchestral pieces much more often than I listen to what people mean when they say “songs,” and a significant chunk of the “songs” I listen to are from musicals/operas.

Earlier today it was Hanz Zimmer’s soundtrack to Dark Phoenix (don’t start me up on the continuing disappointment that Phoenix adaptations continue to be to me—you don’t want to hear it; even I don’t want to hear it).

Before that it was Barbra Streisand’s The Broadway Album. (I prefer her outer space cover of “Somewhere” to the actual thing. Fight me.)

Before that it was Carmina Burana (One of my favorite things ever was when we went to a live performance of Carmina Burana and a boy who couldn’t have been more than 7 years old sat in the aisle in front of us and head-banged enthusiastically through “O Fortuna.” It was so metal. You go, kid. You get it.).

Before that it was a splattering of Billy Joel hits with emphasis on “2000 Years”, “River of Dreams”, “Scenes from an Italian Restaurant”, “The Stranger”, and “Only the Good Die Young” (thanks to that outstanding WangXian interpretation!).

Of course the soundtracks to The Untamed/CQL have been on repeat for weeks around here, particularly every single iteration of “WuJi” and the flute-heavy instrumental pieces (man, those are good!).

Not long ago I had Sarah Brightman’s covers of “Figlio Perduto” from La Luna and “Glosoli” and “One Day Like This” from Dreamchaser burning through my iPhone battery (yes, I like popera).

Enya, and especially Shepherd Moons and The Track Which Shall Not Be Named has been on repeat a lot.

Last Movie

I don’t sit down to watch movies that often any more. It just takes too much stillness and undivided attention and more resistance to multi-tasking than I have. The actual last movie that I watched (in a “have it on on another screen while I work” kind of way) was Raiders of the Lost Ark, which, of course, I’ve seen umpteen times and which followed a similar rewatch of the Back to the Future trilogy. The last movie I watched completely without distraction was Book Smart; I don’t watch comedies very often, but I really enjoyed it in an “OMG, I can totally relate to this” kind of way (except for the class president thing—that would have required that I interact with other people my own age and also not be homeschooled). Before that I think it was the Tolkien biopic. Man, I still haven’t written anything about that.

Currently Reading (in order of when I started them)

Oh dear.

The Familiar: part 1, Mark Z Danielewski. *sigh* For as much as I think Danielewski is brilliant and House of Leaves is one of my favorite books ever, I’ve just not been able to get into much of his other work. It’s universally a time and energy investment to penetrate and puzzle through, and I just don’t have as much of that as I used to. House of Leaves makes that investment worth it from early on and is absolutely a page-turner once you settle in, but other than The Fifty Year Sword I’ve just not been able to get into the rest of his work. The Familiar: part 1 is supposed to be the first in a 26 part series which is currently halted at part 4, I think. Without a guarantee of all parts ever being published, I don’t think I’m ready to invest more time into part 1 and may end up abandoning it, unfortunately.

History of The Hobbit, Douglas Anderson. Anderson did what Christopher didn’t and gave The Hobbit the HoMe treatment (if a bit less literal and opaque in format). It’s fascinating (I mean, there’s the Beren and Luthien name drop you were not expecting right there in the first draft), but reading essentially the same passages with only small changes over and over can be a slog, so reading it has been an ongoing project for over a year now.

Splintered Light: Logos and Language in Tolkien’s World, Verlyn Fleiger. This is Fleiger’s look at Tolkien’s Middle-earth in light of his association with Owen Barfield. Particularly, she is examining Tolkien’s work in conjunction with Barfield’s Poetic Diction and his thoughts on language and meaning. I have not read Poetic Diction, but I probably will now since it apparently addresses language formation as related to the origin of human consciousness which is SO up my alley.

New Seeds of Contemplation, Thomas Merton. My late sister-in-law had a masters in theology from Notre Dame and became a huge Merton fan. Meanwhile, my best friend actually spent a weekend retreat at The Abbey of Gethsemani. Between hearing about him from the two of them, I developed an interest in Merton. I happened to read “Moral Theology of the Devil” a couple of years ago. It was one of the most illuminating theological things I have read and deeply inspired my own Tolkien fic-writing (let’s just say the progress there is otherwise slow). This book is a collection of pieces which happens to contain that piece, and I’ve been skipping around through it for a while now.

The Lord of the Rings reread (Tolkien, obviously). I hate this, but I am so deep in so many critical Tolkien books that I’ve not had the chance to really sit down and relax into my reread for months and months and will likely just end up starting over. Plus I want to read it concurrently with the next entry in this list and the next entry is taking longer to get through because of its format. That entry being:

The Lord of the the Rings: A Reader’s Companion, Hammond and Scull. This is a treasure trove of data and insights for those really wanting to dig critically-historically into The Lord of the Rings on a chapter-by-chapter, passage-by-passage basis. The only issue with it is that jumping back and forth between the two (as you have to: this is a reference book) tends to kill the mood of The Lord of the Rings when read as it’s meant to be read: for enjoyment!

The Power of Limits: Proportional Harmonies in Nature, Art, and Architecture, Gyorgy Doczi. This has been an ongoing read here and there since Christmas, especially as I work on two personal projects.

The Gospel in a Pluralist Society, Lesslie Newbigin. To be honest I don’t think I am going to finish this one. I like a few of the things he says, things I think are truthful and which need to be confronted in American Christian culture in particular, but it’s just too much Calvin for my taste, too many assumptions I do not share being the heretic that I am, and I spend too much time anger-notating about theology to read it with grace.

In Full Measure I Return to You, thearrogantemu. This is a reread of the (relatively) happy AU fic for my most favoritest Tolkien fic (Gifts), but I’ve put my reread on hold while I finish one of the two projects, after which I am diving in and screw the rest of this list for the time being.

Food Craving

Sushi. My kingdom for some good sushi. I’ve only had sushi once since we got back from NY and while it was the best sushi I have had locally IT WAS NOT OMAKASE AT SUSHI NOZ. It also didn’t require a personal loan to pay for, but *shrug* I’m spoiled now and will forever crave what I can no longer have.

People I’d Like To Get To Know Better

I hate tagging people in these things because I’m awkward and shy and do them so rarely myself that it feels hypocritical for me to ask it of others. That being said: if you’re a follower of my blog and you want to do this, please do! And please tag me! I’d love to get to know more about you 😊.