#lily is ruby's youngest sister

[lunarmoonanons]

Mother's Love

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Tyrell Reader misses her mother, she's so young giving birth. A child has a child.

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Masterlist

9 Years Ago

YN missed her mother. She missed all of her family but being six months into her first ever pregnancy at fifteen. She was terrified and felt all alone in the Red Keep. Alys Harroway was rude and spiteful, constantly wondering aloud why Maegor would wed a child rather than remain faithful to her only. Cerys was kind to her, but since her death YN felt she had no friends in the Keep. Tyanna frightened her and she kept her away from herself and her pregnancy. Her stomach was larger than she noticed her sister’s was at six months of pregnancy. She feared labor and feared birth, just a few months ago she was excited to get a new doll from her Aunt, just a year ago she was just old enough to stay up for the festivities at Highgarden. 

Now she was carrying a child or many in her stomach, dressed in Tyrell fineries and jewelry. He didn’t listen when she said she preferred pearls over stones, decking her out in rubies and diamonds. Even the Tyrell dresses she wore were decked out in Targaryen fineries.  Everything was dripping in Targaryen lust. She wished she could have her simply gowns back from Highgarden. Though in an effort to please his newly pregnant wife, Maegor transported flowers from Highgarden and littered them around the gardens. Specifically her favorite: Lilies. So there was some respite when she went to the gardens. Away from the jealous glare of Alys and the intimidating glance of Tyanna. 

It was night now, and her rose petal bath was drained by the maids who were too frightened to talk to her. She was wrapped in a nightgown and a robe and was sitting in front of her desk with a paper and pen in front of her. She was thinking of what to write to her mother. She missed and needed her. She couldn’t write to her beloved, Addam, knowing her letters were being read. Probably by Tyanna, most likely by Maegor. 

YN tapped the feather end of her pen on the desk, wondering what to say. She only wrote one letter to her family before and the action of doing so made her cry. YN played with the end of her hair and looked around her room. Staring at the doll her Aunt made for her, making her tear up at the sight. She was still mourning her Aunt, having no one to talk to about her grief. Eventually she turned away from the doll and back to the paper on her desk. She held to pen tighter and began writing from her heart. 

“I am six months with child. I am frightened. But please do not come to Kingslanding, I don’t want him to have control over you. Mommy please write back, I am frightened.” 

She signed it with her uncertain hand and stood from her position. Making her way to the entrance of her room, she caught the attention of her guards and held out the letter to them. Commanding them to deliver this letter to her mother in Highgarden. They nodded and she knew they were going to take it to Maegor first. Just like they did with her first letter. She theorized that he was spending the night with Alys. Or talking with his mother. 

Visenya. 

That woman frightened YN. She was beautiful but with her beauty came a harshness and a frightening personality. She held a tight grip on the court and watched the youngest bride with vulture-like eyes. Making her feel small and frightened as she did when she was a younger girl. YN avoided her at every turn, which was harder now that she was the only bride who was pregnant. Maegor couldn’t keep his hands off her and Visenya watched her more intensely. Everything she did was scrutinized and watched. 

YN grabbed her doll and laid down in the soft bed. Holding the doll close and tearing up at the thought of her mother reading her letter. She wiped her tears when she heard her door opening. Sitting up and hiding the doll under the pillow, looking at who entered her room. Of course it was Maegor. He looked troubled and walked toward her bed. YN lifted her blanket to get up but he held out his hand to stop her. Coming to the bed and sitting on the side edge a few inches from her curled up legs.

Maegor sighed and brought a hand to her hair, stroking the side of her head. YN remained frozen, staring at him in fear. Wondering what in her letter made him come to her room. She wanted to cover her face, hide under the covers like she did when she was younger. He brought her hand to the end of her hair and twirled a lock in his fingers. 

“I am not a good man.” Maegor broke the silence. YN swallowed and when he brought his hand to her cheek she flinched. “I know what I am, there’s no changing me. But I want you to know, I am not heartless.”

“I never said-” She tried to explain, but he cut her off. 

“I know you think I have no heart. Since I cut down your aunt, since I took you to bride. But I am not without a heart.” He sighed and put his hand down. “I know you miss your family.”

YN wanted him to leave. Thinking he was going to bring her family to Kingslanding and keep them here. Something she dreaded. She in no way wanted her family to be under the control of Maegor. Her brothers would do something rash and honorable. Her mother would never leave and she was frightened Maegor would bed her against her will. 

“You need not torment yourself. I can bring your mother here. I can make you happy.” Maegor suggested. 

YN shook her head and brought her knees up to her torso. “No my lord. I want them to be free in Highgarden. I don’t want my brothers and their families to do something rash. Please leave them alone.” She begged. 

Maegor sighed and stood from her bed. Pushing down her knees so he could touch her stomach. His large hand remained on the top of her belly, he smiled when he felt the baby kick. But the soft encounter ended when he grabbed her chin and made her look at him. His harsh gaze made the breath catch in her throat. 

“I hope this child is a boy. I know you won’t disappoint me.” Maegor said with laden threats in his tone. 

YN’s eyes were wide as she nodded in fear. Holding her breath as she watched him let her go and walk out of the room. She grabbed her doll when he left and held it close in one hand as she rubbed her stomach with the other. Begging the gods for a healthy baby, someone she could give her doll to. 

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4 Months Later

YN finished her letter to her mother, talking about her babies and how much it hurt. That’s what she remembered from the labor, the pain. She didn’t know what else she could say. Everything hurt, and the memory of the pain stayed with her a month later. She stood from her desk and walked to the cribs that she demanded remain in her room. Smiling at the babies she grabbed one of the boys and placed him on her bed. Then bringing the other two to the bed she laid them down in front of her. Smiling at the helpless little things in front of her. 

She reached for her doll and held it in front of her babies. “This is my doll. She’s very dear to me. I think one day one of you will have her.” 

The babies did nothing but coo, making the young girl smile and lean down to kiss their silver haired heads. She smiled at their helpless little bodies. They were so little and so sweet. YN didn’t think there could’ve been any sweeter babies born. 

“I think you three are so perfect. My oldest sister has three children, and they are very sweet.” YN felt sad when talking about her sister. Missing her dearly, missing her nephews and nieces as well. 

“I hope one day you could meet them.”

@gulnarsultan

[frankiefellinlove]

I love that this is included in her obit:

“In lieu of flowers, find yourself “a little rock and roll bar and go out and dance.”

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Adele Springsteen, 98, of Little Silver passed away peacefully on Wednesday, January 31, 2024 at her home. Adele was born Adela Rosa Zerilli on May 4, 1925 in Brooklyn, New York, the youngest of three sisters. She resided in Freehold, New Jersey and Belmont, California before moving to Little Silver, New Jersey.

Adele graduated from Freehold Regional High School, where she was given the title of “best dancer in the class.” After graduating, she was employed as a legal secretary for 25 years at Lawyers Title in Freehold, New Jersey and 25 years at Bohannon Development in San Mateo, California.

On February 22,1948, Adele married Douglas Springsteen at the St. Rose of Lima Church in Freehold. They celebrated their wedding reception at the Blue Moon Inn in Farmingdale and went on to have three children, Bruce, Virginia and Pam. They celebrated over 50 years of marriage.

Adele and Douglas’ adventurous spirit brought them to California, where they enjoyed the West Coast for 25 years. After Adele’s retirement, she and Douglas logged thousands of miles on their cross country adventures.

After Douglas’ passing in 1998, Adele returned to her home, New Jersey, to join her large extended family and enjoyed some of the happiest years of her life traveling and surrounded by her sisters, her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren.

Her son, Bruce, said of his mother in his memoir: “My mom was truthfulness, consistency, good humor, professionalism, grace, kindness, optimism, civility, fairness, pride in yourself, responsibility, love, faith in your family, commitment, joy in your work and a never-say-die thirst for living and life… and most importantly for dancing.”

Her eternally ageless and bright spirit lit up the room. All those who were blessed to know her will never forget the light she brought into their lives.

In Adele’s words, “As long as we’re happy, healthy and we love each other, that’s the whole thing.”

Adele leaves behind an adoring family and many friends and admirers. Her legacy is love.

In lieu of flowers, find yourself “a little rock and roll bar and go out and dance.” Memorial donations may be made to The Women's Alzheimer's Movement. (https://thewomensalzheimersmovement.org/)

Adele is predeceased by her parents Anthony and Adelina Zerilli, her husband Douglas Springsteen and her sisters Dora Kirby and Eda Urbelis; and grandson Michael Shave. She is survived by her son Bruce Springsteen & daughter-in-law Patti Scialfa of Colts Neck, New Jersey, daughter Virginia Shave and son-in-law Michael Shave of Lakewood, New Jersey and daughter Pamela Springsteen & son-in-law Bobby Roth of Los Angeles, California. Her grandchildren Christopher & Marisa Shave, Evan, Jessica and Sam Springsteen and Ruby Roth, great grandchildren Samantha, Nicole, Gianna and Jillian Shave and Lily Springsteen.

[darkpeacemusic]

𝚂𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜!

Slendrina is the oldest child out of the Slender Pact, having died at the age 18 during the experiment 84 series which consisted of herself, her father, mother and her four uncles.

She was later separated from her family after the hospital where she was experimented on caught fire and destroyed the building, making her and her mother left behind (Her mother had died due to the smoke and her father and uncles escaped without her knowing)

She would spend years looking for her father, hoping he was still alive.

In 2015, she would reunite with her father but she wasn't very happy to see him.

She ended up yelling at him for leaving her behind when the building burnt down, leaving her to wander the earth for years.

It would take many months for Slendrina to forgive her father for everything.

She would later forgive her father after he explained that he didn't mean to leave her behind and he tried to go back for her before Trenderman stopped him.

She and her father have the closest bond out of the Slender Pact.

She met some of the proxies at the time who were Masky, Hoodie, Cat Hunter, Kate, Charlie, Toby, LJ, Kagekao, Ally, and Ben.

Jeff, Charlie, Lucy, Ben, Lily, and Lulu are her most closest "siblings".

Though she used to be jealous of Nightmare Ally due to Ally and Slenderman's father-daughter, she now thinks Nightmare Ally as her little sister.

She also has a very close bond with one of her youngest cousins, Sally.

She dresses in a Victorian gothic style.

Like her father, her favorite music is classical.

She loves to read and her favorite books are anything by Edgar Allen Poe, William Shakespeare, Charles Dickens, and Roald Dahl.

Her favorite shows are the Addams Family (1960), Ruby Gloom, Hazbin Hotel, and The Haunting on Bly Manor.

Her killing style is similar to her father's.

Jeff, Lily, Lulu, Lucy, Ben, Ally, and Charlie all call her "big sister" sometimes which Slendrina finds it adorable.

She is usually seen reading in the library room, playing with the kid proxies, hanging out with her father, or down in the basement, helping the medical proxies.

She hates it when her "siblings" are upset and does her best to comfort them.

She regards LJ, Jason, Candy Pop, Hobo Heart, and Jill as her best friends.

She talks in a whispery kind of voice, almost similar to Fluttershy's from My Little Pony.

She calls Slenderman "dad", "father", or "papa".

She doesn't like Will and EJ due to them secretly being Zalgoids and doesn't trust them very much.

She loves anything by Tim Burton and Stephen King.

Her teleportation skills aren't as great as her father which is why she can't teleport like her father can.

She is secretly a fan of Monster High and Ever After High after Nina introduced to her when she came over to the Slender Manor one day.

She wears pearl necklaces and bracelets.

She loves anything vintage and her room is filled with vintage stuff.

Most of her dresses were designed by her uncle Trender.

She suffers from depression and PTSD.

She is never seen without her teddy bear as it was a gift by her father when she was 6.

[takeariskao3]

What is your favourite thing about Hinny in each of your fics?

In times of need, who do Lily, Ruby, and James turn to? For example, which one do they turn to for advice? Which parent do they confess to, knowing that one will be more gentle to them than the other? Who do they turn to when they are injured or scared? Etc...

my fav thing about hinny…. honestly i have several and it’s pretty consistent across all of my interpretations of them. i think the deep understanding they have for one another makes them compelling. their humor, their trauma, their stubbornness, it all sets up a really good “whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same”

i really enjoying writing that type of “i know what she’s thinking by one glance at her face” type of relationship. it’s very fun for me to find new ways for them to have silent conversations and move around each other in a space because they can read the others mind. it’s borderline co-dependent but not in an unhealthy way.

they just know each other. better than they have known anyone else or that anyone else has known them.

i think ginny is the exact type of companionship harry needs after all his neglect in adolescence and then his endless grief into adulthood. he’s never going to be the type of person to sit down and try to articulate his emotional needs. ginny is just going to anticipate. and vice versa. but also for the sake of plot and character growth i like to push them to the point where knowing isn’t enough. and if you take two stubborn, emotionally distant, deeply traumatized people and have them get it wrong how do they come back together and make it right?

and that’s my really favorite part about writing them. they might get it wrong every now and then, but they love each other enough to keep trying.

i hope this answers your question!!

man, as far as the kids go… harry is lily’s go to person, ginny is ruby’s, lily is james’s

i love the dynamic of lily being a really protective sister. and also her looking at her parents and going “if i don’t watch his back he’ll jump off the roof” i picture harry and ginny as very laid back parents. they take their kids along to whatever they’ve got going on as opposed to their lives revolving around the kids’ schedule? but that combined with james’ blind impulsiveness gets their youngest into some tight spots. lily has taken it upon herself to be his guardian and as they get older this translates into james trusting lily with most everything else too.

[thecookieverse]

Cookieverse: Families

Fruit Milk Family

Strawberry Milk Cookie (Eldest Twin)

Blueberry Milk Cookie (Youngest Twin)

Au Lait Cookie (Legal Guardian)

House Raspberry

Raspberry Cookie (Older Sister)

Black Raspberry Cookie (Younger Sister)

Raspberry Mousse Cookie (Cousin)

Pepper Family

Peperoncino Cookie (Father)

Szechuan Cookie (Mother; Deceased)

Cayenne Cookie (Sister; Eldest)

Habanero Cookie (Brother; Youngest)

Velvet Cake Family

Red Velvet Cookie (Older Brother)

Orange Velvet Cookie (Younger Sister)

Rose Family

Rose Cookie (Sister; Eldest)

Rose Water Cookie (Brother; Middle)

Black Rose Cookie (Sister; Youngest)

Veggie Family

Spinach Cookie (Sister)

Broccoli Cookie (Brother)

Carbonated Family

Sparkling Cookie (Brother)

Seltzer Cookie (Brother)

Dairy Family

Milk Cookie (Brother)

Choco Milk Cookie (Brother)

Mint Family

Peppermint Cookie (Sibling; Youngest) Peppermint Bark Cookie (Brother; Eldest)

Avocado Family

Avocado Cookie (Sister)

Guacamole Cookie (Brother)

Cinnamon Family

Cinnamon Cookie (Cousin)

Cinnamon Roll Cookie (Cousin)

Plum Family

Plum Cookie (Son)

Sugarplum Cookie (Father)

Myrobalan Cookie (Father)

Orange Family

Orange Cookie (Sister)

Blood Orange Cookie (Sister)

Tangerine Tanghulu Cookie (Cousin)

Hot Dog Family

Hot Dog Cookie (Sister; Eldest)

Chili Dog Cookie (Brother; Youngest)

Caramel Family

Salted Caramel Cookie (Sister; Youngest)

Caramel Macchiato Cookie (Sister; Eldest)

Egg Dish Family

Omelet Cookie (Brother; Youngest)

Omurice Cookie (Sister; Eldest)

Popcorn Family

Popcorn Cookie (Niece)

Choco Popcorn Cookie (Estranged Uncle)

Frozen Dessert Family

Parfait Cookie (Cousin)

Slushie Cookie (Cousin)

Soda-Cake Family

Devil's Food Cookie (Father)

Cola Cake Cookie (Mother)

Cherry Soda Cookie (Daughter)

Soft Serve Family

Soft Serve Cookie (Daughter)

Waffle Cone Cookie (Father)

Vanilla Bean Cookie (Mother)

Apple Family

Apple Cookie (Sister; Youngest)

Caramel Apple Cookie (Brother; Eldest)

Candy Apple Cookie (Cousin, Twin Sister to Toffee Apple)

Toffee Apple Cookie (Cousin, Twin Sister to Candy Apple)

Lily Family

White Lily Cookie (Ancestor)

Calla Lily Cookie (Descendant; Eldest Sister)

Yellow Lily Cookie (Descendant; Youngest Sister)

Zephyr Lily Cookie (Descendant; Middle Sister)

Pasta Family

Ditalini Cookie (Brother)

Farfalle Cookie (Sister)

Prune Family

Prune Juice Cookie (Grandson)

Prune Cookie (Grandmother)

Mushroom Family

Poison Mushroom Cookie (Cousin)

Button Mushroom Cookie (Cousin)

Pink Oyster Cookie

Creme Family

Creme Sandwich Cookie (Brother; Youngest)

Orange Cream Cookie (Sister; Eldest)

Summertime Family

Salsa Chip Cookie (Brother)

Apple Dodger Cookie (Stepbrother)

Salsa Cookie (Sister; Eldest)

PPC Family

Pink Lemonade Cookie (Sister; Triplet)

Sugar Cookie (Sister; Triplet)

Basil Cookie (Sister; Triplet)

Magnesium Cookie (Father)

RRC Family

Fruit Punch Cookie (Brother; Triplet)

Blue Corn Cookie (Brother; Triplet)

Nori Cookie (Brother; Triplet)

Banana Nut Cookie (Father)

Devil's Tongue Cookie (It's complicated)

Black Forest Family

Black Forest Cookie (Father)

Gateau Cookie (Daughter)

Coffee Sweets Family

Coffee Candy Cookie (Sister; Eldest)

Coffee Crisp Cookie (Brother; Youngest)

Apple Variety Twins

Red Delicious Cookie (Sister; Twin)

Gala Apple Cookie (Sister; Twin)

Pizza Family

Pizza Cookie (Sister)

Pepperoni Pizza Cookie (Brother)

Squid Family

Squid Ink Cookie (Cousin)

Ikasumi Pasta Cookie (Cousin)

Stinky Cheese Family

Camembert Cookie (Brother; Eldest)

Vieux Lille Cookie (Sister; Youngest)

Skeleton Family

Dr. Bones Cookie (Brother)

Sugar Skull Cookie (Brother)

Twin Star Cookie

Star Sapphire Cookie (Brother; Twin)

Star Ruby Cookie (Sister; Twin)

Pumpkin-Cauliflower Family

Pumpkin Pie Cookie (Younger Sister)

Pumpkin Soup Cookie (Older Brother)

Cauliflower Cheese Cookie (Eldest Half-Sister)

Eggplant-Cake Family

Eggplant Cookie (Sister)

Pink Cake Cookie (Sister)

Jalapeno Family

Jalapeno Popper Cookie (Eldest Brother)

Jalapeno Cookie (Younger Brother)

Jam Family

Raspberry Jam Cookie (Brother; Younger)

Blueberry Jam Cookie (Sister; Elder)

Gel Family

Lemon Gel Cookie (Brother; Elder)

Berry Gel Cookie (Sister; Younger)

DE Family

Dark Enchantress Cookie (Evil Half)

White Lily Cookie (Good Half)

Matcha Cookie (Daughter of Sorts)

Sweet Punch Family

Strawberry Stick Cookie (Sister)

Mint Wafer Cookie (Brother)

[heiyodream]

i don’t get it.

"I don't—get it," May said, her forehead creased and she almost stomping her foot on the floor. She would, thought Anne quite fondly, if she had not turned thirteen earlier this month. May consider thirteen as a very sacred age. Anne believed she would bounce into the sky once she turned sixteen. "Why do you have to stop teaching? Why do you even have to get married? You've never been afraid of anything, Miss Shirley, even of an old maid life! And it isn’t as awful as the older women said to us. Ms. Stacy isn't married either, and she's doing fine!"

"Ms. Stacy is a widow." Anne reminded her, recollecting how she had called her beloved teacher's love story tragic. At fourteen, all Anne wanted was a wonderful love tale with a sad, romantic ending. Now, at twenty-five, she only wanted something tangible to hold onto. Her chronicles would not be without sadness; they might have their own tragic part, but most importantly, it was hers and Gilbert's to live.

"Still husbandless and able to teach! And you love to teach," May pouted. "Well, except geometry. But you love it very deeply, and the kids like you very much. I don't see why you should just give it up, Miss Shirley. Being a wife doesn't sound like leaving many scoops for adventure; it's all cooking, cleaning, and taking care of stinky babies. "

"Oh, May." Anne smiled, couldn't help feeling a little amused. "I assure you, I have plenty of scoop for imagination how my wedding journey might turn out."

"I still want you to be my teacher forever," May said in a resigned, forced tone. "This isn't fair. You're even moving out of Avonlea."

Anne had thought it was unfair too, how she was required to give up her teaching career to marry someone. How frustrating it was that she couldn't have both at the same time. She had cried several times on her pillow and Diana's shoulder for it.

But Gilbert wasn't just someone. If it was another man, Anne might be trying to delay the matrimony any longer, and whoever he was would soon lose his temper with all her doubts and fears. But this was Gilbert; Anne loved him more than anything on earth ("I think your Snow Queen's newly blossoms and Butterscotch are always above me in the things you love, Anne.") and she wanted to make a home with him.

"Listen, May," said Anne quietly, cupping May's hand in hers and lowering her head slightly to level their eyes. "I'm terribly sad and heartbroken to leave all of you. If I could not do it, I swear I would stay and teach here forever. But I couldn't do it like I couldn't stay in Avonlea until my last moment. My future husband had to start his practice somewhere else. And will you keep a secret for me?"

"What?" May's blue eyes widened.

"I had been afraid to do it—to marry and leave my dear Green Gables and the rest of life in the home I've built here," Anne told her cautiously. "But I realized that people can have more than one home. I never have to choose. Ms. Stacy told me once that love hasn't finite and cannot be quantified. Whatever life I will build with my husband in the future will not diminish the precious darling life I leave behind here."

"You were afraid?" May asked in surprise like she had just looked at Anne in a whole new light.

"Yes, I was." Anne nodded. "But I decided to move forward into the future with him. And part of that decision was to resign from teaching at the school. It's just how life works, May, cause and effect are intertwined together. I'm not giving my life away. He's my best friend, my kindred spirit, my equal, and my partner. He would never ask me to abandon the desire of my heart. But dreams do come and go and may change. That's alright. My calling doesn't stop at being a teacher. There will be new ones."

May looked down, silent, and Anne was nervous she would start crying. She didn't; she just looked a little teary and then mumbled. "You don't make your love story sound romantic. Don't all girls want romance?"

Anne failed to hold her burst of laughter. She moved May's right braid behind her shoulder and couldn't help but think how young she was. "My friends and I wanted it too when we were schoolgirls."

"Lily wants a handsome, rich beau who can sweep her off her feet," May uttered with a serious look. "Like a prince in a fairy tale. Did Reverend Spurgeon's wife do that too?"

Anne chuckled, recalled about the wide-eyed little Ruby in the story club shack, with all the male characters with names ending in -bert. "At your age, she was so like Lily. And I, May, once wanted someone who was melancholy and extraordinarily tall and dashing."

"Dr. Blythe is rather short..." May looked at her hesitantly. "And he laughs a lot, Miss Shirley. Is there anything melancholic or dashing about him? Does that make your story unromantic? But certainly, you have to love him extremely much. Gertie Pye's mother said so because you've been courting forever. You even willing to linger on and wait until he finished medical school and a poor young man like him doesn't have a penny in his own name."

"No, he's not melancholic at all." Anne laughed. There was an inevitable sorrow in Gilbert, like her own, but he indeed was far from the gallant hero she had ever envisioned. Still, Anne wouldn't have him the other way. Her kind, brilliant, loving, big-hearted, hard-working, patient Gilbert; her favorite soul in every universe. "He did offer to slay a dragon for me when we first met—but that's not the point, May. He wasn't a billionaire or a prince. We have our own romance; it wasn't the same as the fantasy of my girlhood but contains the reality of him. And I can't imagine anyone else I’d love to spend the next fifty years with

May was silent for a while, then straightened up and sniffed. "I still don't understand why," she declared valiantly, though her tears were gathering and the corners of her lips were trembling. "But I pray you and Dr. Blythe have a wonderful, joyful, and blessed life, Miss Shirley, wherever that may be."

"Thank you, May." Anne was on the verge of crying herself until May bumped into her with full force, wrapped her arms around her waist, and started sobbing. Anne automatically hugged her back, stroking her hair. "Study hard, will you? And practice spelling for the essay. Soon you'll be preparing for the Queens' entrance exam."

May distanced herself and nodded, looking incredibly embarrassed as she wiped her tears with her handkerchief. Anne gave her one last proud smile before she left, and she packed the rest of her things in the teacher's room.

When she closed the school building door, the first sight she saw was Gilbert waiting with a wide smirk. He said softly, "Hi."

"Hi," Anne beamed back, making sure May had long strolled home, before tiptoeing to press her lips against his. Mrs. Lynde would be shaken and talking about how indecent it is to kiss like that so close to a place to educate young minds, but she was not here, thank goodness.

Gilbert leaned his forehead against hers; Anne could see faint green flecks in her warm brown eyes. "Thirty more days," he murmured.

"Towards our twelve years of knowing each other.”

[kingofsummer93]

Ex Luna Scientia

Summary:

Lucien Vanserra, seventh son of the Minister for Magic, is as loved by his peers as he is hated by his family. But behind the charm and irreverence hides a secret, as dark and menacing as the scar on his face.

Elain Archeron, middle sister in a trio of muggle-born witches, has only one wish: for someone to truly see her. Because when she sleeps at night, she can see it all.

Or- an Elucien at Hogwarts AU.

Chapter 5: The Full Moon

Ao3 Masterlist

Six years previously

Helion clutched the parchment so tightly that it wrinkled in his grasp. The words were blurring in front of his eyes, his office was shifting around him. Words and phrases rang through his mind over and over again, piercing through his stunned fog.

My youngest….

Smart, sweet, a bit of a trouble maker, but kind, and good….

Please….

I’m afraid of what he will do to him…get rid of him…

Please…not his fault…

He would be safe at Hogwarts…

Helion’s fingers tightened so much that the letter was no more than a mass of paper in his grip. He stood up, storming to the closest window, his heart racing.

Lily. Lily. His love, his…everything. Her son, her youngest, just a boy….

Helion was shaking, quivering from head to foot. It was horrible, horrifying, heartbreaking. But she had come to him for help.

Helion’s vision shifted as he stared out his office window. Suddenly he was back at Hogwarts, awkwardly asking Lily to join him on the upcoming Hogsmeade visit. They had gone, and then they had unofficially been an item, holding hands in the halls and snogging in broom closets.

But young hearts are willful, and their romance had been littered with speedbumps. If it wasn't him breaking up with her, then it was her, yelling at him that she never wanted to see him again. They had always made up, of course, as passionately as they had broken up.

It had continued into their adulthood. Until one day, Lily attended an event at the ministry of magic, where she had recently been employed. Beron Vanserra had been several years older, and already well on his way up the ladder of the ministry. Lily had been swept away, and Helion had been unable to do anything but watch from the sidelines as the love of his life slipped out of his grasp.

They had severed all contact for more than a decade. And then one year, at the Sorting Ceremony, the name Vanserra, Eris! had been called. That mop of ruby-red hair had shocked Helion to his very core. The Sorting Hat had seemed to take a particularly long time with Eris, and it seemed almost reluctant when it finally called out Slytherin!

Helion had desperately wanted to hate the boy, but Eris was smart, and clever, if a bit shifty and self-serving. The hair, though. The sight of that hair was unbearable. It brought on memories that he could feel viscerally- the feel of those thick, red curls in his fingers, those russet eyes twinkling at him with mischief and love.

It started with an owl. Helion couldn’t help it, he had to hear from her that she was happy, and cared for, and content. Otherwise the sight of that red hair would drive him mad. The knowledge that she had other sons on her way to Hogwarts made it even worse. How was he meant to sit there and watch those boys who looked like her but acted like him…

She had replied to his letter right away, and he had held the parchment to his nose, inhaling her smoky, rich perfume. On and on it had gone, trading letters so quickly and frequently that his owl started getting cross with him.

The letters started off friendly, How have you been, your boy is doing well in lessons, etc, etc. And then they were reminiscing about the past, and slipping back into their old banter, and the desire to see her became a physical pain. He’d reasoned with himself that it was simply a friendly visit between old school friends.

But of course it wasn’t, and of course it wasn’t just once. They had continued their affair on and off for the next four years. Helion lived and breathed for her next letter, her next visit, however brief and clandestine they were.

Stay with me, he’d ask, every time. And every time Lily would shake her head sadly, her russet eyes filling with regret. Beron had become Minister for Magic by now, and it wasn’t that easy. She had her boys to think of.

And then Beron had found out, and Helion’s whole world had come crashing down. Lily had come to see him one last time, and this time there was no light at all in her eyes. The sight of those bruises had made Helion see red. So cleverly placed, where nobody would see. He had been halfway to the door with his wand already drawn but Lily had pleaded with him to forget about her.

She had to stay with Beron for her children’s sake, she said. She was afraid of what he might do if she tried to leave him. I’m afraid he might actually kill me…

Helion had snarled at that, and had been a moment away from apparating directly into the ministry and blowing that bastard to bits, when Lily had laid a hand on her stomach. She was expecting their seventh child, another boy. Something had sparked in her eyes then, her love for her unborn child so fierce already that it took Helion’s breath away. And so he had let her go, and he had hated himself for it every day since.

And now this letter, after all this time. Helion’s heart was cracking into a million pieces at the thought of that boy. He sounded so like his mother that it made him choke up.

It was wildly unfair, and cruel. The world would never accept him if they knew. Of course Beron would keep it quiet, his career would never survive the scandal that something like this would cause… But to go as far as to plot the death of his own son…

Helion made up his mind then. He would do everything in his power to help Lily’s boy. It wasn’t Lucien’s fault- the world had dealt him a rotten hand, and topped it off with a father who hated him. Helion would give him a place at Hogwarts, and the chance to be a normal teenager.

It would take some clever planning, however. They would tell as few people as possible. Some of the teachers would need to know, but not all of them. His head of house, certainly, and Madam Majda. But how, and where…

Somewhere secure, where he wouldn’t be a danger to himself or others. But close enough that Helion could intervene, if something happened…

Helion was still staring out the window, lost in thought, his gaze sweeping over the grounds. A bird flew into the whomping willow, and the tree struck it down with a great twak of a gnarled branch. Helion tutted in sympathy for the poor animal. Quite dangerous, really, the whomping willow. He’d thought about getting it removed, but it was quite a valuable landmark.

And then an idea started to form in his mind, and his lips quirked into a smile.

—

The only thing that anybody could talk about on the first day of term was the Tri-Trials Tournament. It seemed like every single conversation at breakfast revolved around predictions of who the champions would be, what the trials would entail, and what people would do with the prize money.

Lucien’s dreams had been filled with cheering crowds, a gleaming silver cup raised high in his fist as he stood before the school, Gryffindor Champion. He didn’t care so much about the prize money, but it was a nice bonus. Perhaps he could donate it to St. Mungo’s.

“What do you reckon, Lucien? You entering?” Cassian dropped into a seat next to him and loaded his plate with eggs and bacon. “I definitely am. It’s my last year, what a way to go out with a bang.”

“Definitely,” Lucien replied with a grin. “I wonder who this impartial judge will be? If it’s a woman then I’m in, for sure…OW!”

Vassa cuffed him on the back of the head, rolling her eyes. “Seriously though, between N.E.W.T courses, prefect duties, and quidditch, you don’t think adding something else might be too much?” Her vivid blue eyes were wide with genuine concern. Lucien understood her unspoken subtext. What she had meant was you don’t think adding something else will be too much- considering you spend one week each month cranky and tired and sore?

“Nope,” Lucien said, avoiding that accusatory gaze and shoving a fried egg in his mouth. “Besides, we get free periods this year.”

“You’re just jealous because we can’t enter,” Tamlin quipped. “Besides, I can’t imagine that the trials will involve studying, do you? It sounds more like, show up and battle something dangerous,” he mimicked a few boxing moves, spraying scrambled eggs all over the table with his fork.

“Exactly. Lucien can take on a few magical creatures, can’t he?” Jurian added, his brown eyes shining with humor.

Tamlin snorted, hiding his grin.

“That reminds me,” Lucien cut in, swiftly changing the subject. “Training schedules. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays, five to six.” He reached into his backpack and handed his new training tactics to Tamlin, Jurian, and Cassian. Vassa tuned them out as she always did when the subject turned to quidditch.

After breakfast Cassian departed, still poring over Lucien’s notes, but Lucien and his friends stayed behind. The distribution of their timetables was a bit more difficult this year, as their head of house had to make sure they had received the appropriate O.W.L. grades to continue with their chosen N.E.W.T. classes.

Tiny Professor Amren, who taught Defense Against the Dark Arts, was making her way down the table, checking her notes on a long scroll of parchment. When she reached Lucien and his friends she stood on the bench so she could be eye-level with them.

“Let’s see here, Mr Jurian. Charms, fine, Ancient Runes, Herbology, Potions. I was very pleased with your “Outstanding” in Defense Against the Dark Arts. I see you haven’t applied to continue with Transfiguration?”

Jurian’s gaze went steely as he looked up at the staff table. He had never quite forgiven Professor Amarantha for the time she had punished him by transfiguring him into an eyeball in front of the whole class.

“No,” he said simply.

Professor Amren sighed. “Very well, here you go, then.”

Jurian grabbed his timetable and with one last murderous glance at the staff table he and Vassa set off for Ancient Runes.

“Now, let’s see, Vanserra, Vanserra. Excellent marks all around. Four “Outstandings”, very impressive indeed.”

“Show off,” Tamlin muttered with a grin.

Professor Amren either did not hear or chose to ignore him. “Let’s see. Charms, Transfiguration, Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions. I was surprised to see you wished to continue with Divination? I thought you wished to become an auror? Divination is not a necessary N.E.W.T if that is still your chosen career path.”

Tamlin snickered, and Lucien shushed him with a swift kick under the table.

“Well, you know. It’s good to keep one’s options open.” He couldn’t help a quick glance at the Hufflepuff table. “It’s still shared with the Hufflepuffs, right?”

He tried to keep his tone casual but Professor Amren cut him a sharp glance and handed him his timetable wordlessly. It was no secret that she was a skeptic at best when it came to divination.

“Very well, then. You should hurry to the North Tower then, you have it first thing this morning.”

Lucien grabbed his timetable and his bookbag. “I’ll see you at Charms!” he called to Tamlin, who had categorically refused to take Divination with him, along with Jurian and Vassa.

He crossed the Great Hall, breaking into a jog as he caught sight of a mass of golden brown curls disappearing into the Entrance Hall.

“On your way to Divination?” he asked with a grin as he caught up to her halfway up the marble staircase.

Elain looked at him suspiciously. “Yes. On your way to terrorize some helpless first years?”

Lucien clapped a hand over his heart. “You wound me, Archie. I thought we were friends now?”

Elain simply ignored him and continued to climb the stairs towards the North Tower. “Are the twins not taking Divination?” Lucien asked, scanning the hallway for Elain’s faithful shadows.

“No,” she said, once again looking at him with suspicion. “Why do you care?”

Lucien grinned broadly, showing her his timetable. “We can be partners!”

Elain stopped in her tracks, causing a tiny first year student to bump into her and nearly fall to the ground. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

Lucien’s grin widened. “Absolutely not. Why would I be joking about my education?”

“You hate divination,” Elain continued, her tone accusatory. “You and Tamlin spent all of last year napping in class. How did you even pass your O.W.L.?”

In truth Lucien had been wondering about that.

“I have no clue whatsoever,” he said truthfully. Elain scoffed. “But maybe you can look into a crystal ball and tell me?”

“You know Divination is about seeing the future and not the past, right?” she asked drily.

Lucien widened his eyes comically. “Huh! In that case it really is a miracle that I passed the O.W.L….”

Elain didn’t bother responding to that, and she walked the rest of the way to the North Tower in silence. When they reached the trapdoor that led to the Divination Classroom she yanked down the step ladder and climbed up ahead of him. Not for the first time Lucien wished that their school uniform included short tartan skirts for girls instead of robes, like the muggle schools that Vassa talked about.

As soon as he emerged from the stepladder the scent of incense filled his nostrils. The divination classroom was a round, stuffy room and the perpetually burning fireplace and cloying incense made it even more so. There were little round tables, floor cushions, and squashy armchairs- some of which, as Elain had reminded him, were excellent for a nap. The windows were draped in shawls, and something about the dim light, combined with the armchairs, always made his eyelids droop, no matter the time of day (or time of month, for that matter).

So few students had chosen to pursue Divination at N.E.W.T. level that the sixth year class was shared with students of all four houses. There were only eight students total, and for a brief moment Lucien regretted his decision. It would be harder to take a cozy nap unnoticed with this few students.

A breathy, lofty voice near his ear made him jump. “Mr Vanserra,” Professor Suriel had slunk out of the shadows, wrapped in layers of tasseled shawls. “What a surprise. I thought you were most disapproving of my subject?”

The teacher grinned at Lucien, and a little shiver went down his spine. Something about Professor Suriel always gave him the absolute creeps.

“I didn’t know it was possible to be surprised when you have the power to see the future,” he replied, tilting his head in mock confusion.

Professor Suriel smiled at him tightly. “Five points from Gryffindor for sass, Mr Vanserra.”

Lucien shrugged, and dropped into a squashy floor cushion as Professor Suriel started calling the class to order.

“The fates have informed me that your examination in June will involve the orb,” the teacher started, taking her position in front of the fire. “Therefore I am anxious to give you sufficient practice…”

Lucien snorted, and hastily turned it into a cough as Elain turned to glare at him. The Professor’s voice turned into a background hum, and Lucien relaxed into his floor cushion, his eyes fixed on the mass of curls in front of him. He leaned forward slightly, hoping to catch a drift of her sweet, flowery scent, but the incense in the room was too strong. He could remember it though, sweet and flowery and fresh, like a picnic in a garden.

A picnic in a garden. Maybe the next time he asked her out he should suggest a picnic…

Elain turned around again, so suddenly that her hair whipped him in the face and Lucien leaned back in surprise, clearing his throat sheepishly. “What?” he asked, as she continued to stare at him.

“We need partners,” she said, very slowly, as if she thought he had gone mad. “Everyone else is paired off already.” She did not seem very glad about this.

Lucien smiled widely. “Excellent!”

Elain sighed a long-suffering sigh and led him to a nearby table, pulling two crystal balls from a nearby shelf.

Thirty minutes later Lucien had seen nothing but milky-white mist, and was in danger of dozing off again. Elain, however, kept making furtive notes in a notebook as she pressed her nose directly against her crystal ball.

“Are you actually seeing anything?” Lucien asked suspiciously. As much as he enjoyed being near Elain, he had to admit that Divination was a lot less fun without Tamlin to invent crackpot theories with.

The look Elain gave him was nothing short of scathing. Lucien’s pulse increased a few paces. Fuck she was so pretty when she was mad at him.

“If you actually looked instead of just running your mouth you might see something, too.” With that she pressed her nose back to her orb.

“Maybe mine is defective,” Lucien declared, scooting his chair closer to her and leaning down towards her crystal ball.

For a split second their faces were inches apart, and Lucien had a brief fantasy of leaning further still, and pressing his lips to hers…

But then she huffed in frustration and moved her own chair, hiding her face behind his abandoned crystal ball. Was he dreaming, or had her porcelain cheeks turned the most delicious shade of pink?

“It’s not the orb, it’s you,” she said from behind the crystal ball. “I can see something clearly.”

“Actually?” Lucien asked. He looked into the orb in front of him, but all he could see was that dense, swirling mist.

“Yes,” Elain said. Professor Suriel had floated over excitedly to peer over Elain’s shoulder. “An animal,” she continued. “Something large…a wolf, maybe?”

Lucien’s heart rate picked up again, but not with arousal this time. Professor Suriel glanced at him for the briefest of seconds before turning towards Elain again.

“Or a large dog?” Elain was saying, her voice hushed with concentration.

Professor Suriel gasped. “The Grim.” The teacher’s voice was hushed.

Lucien couldn’t prevent his snort this time. Professor Suriel saw the omen of death at least once per class.

“No,” Elain shook her head fervently. “It’s more…skinny. Large, but tall, with long arms and legs…”

Lucien was suddenly nauseous. Could she really be seeing…

No- the crystal ball was nonsense, maybe the fumes were getting to her head and she was seeing things. Come to think of it, maybe the fumes were responsible for all the visions that Professor Suriel claimed to have?

“Maybe it’s Fang,” Lucien quipped.

“What is a Fang?” The teacher asked curiously.

Elain didn’t bother replying, and she spent the rest of the class studiously ignoring him.

—

By the end of the first week of term, Lucien had a pile of homework, a black eye from getting a bludger in the face during quidditch practice, and he was, predictably, bone-tired and crankier than Professor Amren on a bad day. He could hide it well enough in front of the other students and teachers, but he didn’t bother to pretend when it was just him and his friends.

They took it in stride, letting him snap and snarl at them to his heart’s content. He’d punched Jurian and Tamlin more than once over the years for daring to look at him in what he’d in the moment considered to be an offensive manner. He always felt bad about it afterwards, of course, but they merely shrugged and took their revenge by aiming more bludgers at him during quidditch practice.

By Saturday he was too exhausted to do anything but lie in bed and wait for nightfall. Vassa brought him food at mealtimes (heavy on the meat, extra-rare) and ate with him, sitting on his bed cross-legged. When she brought him dinner she was accompanied by Jurian and Tamlin, who were preparing an itinerary for that night’s escapade.

Lucien inhaled his bloody steak and then slumped back on the bed, hiding his face behind his beat-up copy of Flying with the Canons. He was drifting off to sleep, watching as Joey Jenkins of the Chudley Cannons sent a Bludger towards a Bellcastle Bats chaser, when Vassa shook him gently by the shoulder.

“It’s time,” she said gravely, her eyes fixed on the darkening sky outside the window.

Lucien’s stomach turned, the steak suddenly churning in his gut. He stood up, his gaze turned resolutely away from the window.

He let Vassa hug him as he moved towards the door. Tamlin and Jurian both clapped him on the shoulder. Their eyes were somber, though Lucien could see the excited gleam in there, too.

It was all right for them, Lucien thought bitterly. They weren’t the monster here, they had control over their bodies…

He shook those thoughts from his head as he made his way down into the common room and out the portrait hole. It wasn’t fair to think like that, and he had never said anything like that aloud. But still, the thoughts always slithered back in, oily and thick and vicious, and afterwards Lucien always felt sick with betrayal.

A few people called out to him as he made his way to the infirmary, and Lucien did his best to smile back and act normal. If anything, he was grateful for the black eye for hiding the deep shadows under his eyes.

Madam Majda was waiting for him when he arrived at the infirmary. When he had been younger she had always accompanied him, but for the past three years he had insisted on going alone. She still made him come see her first though, and he accepted the tonic she gave him gratefully. It did little to numb the pain, but he was grateful for it regardless.

“I’ll be there at day break,” she told him. Lucien knew this, but she kept reminding him every time. “You should go.” She glanced at the window nervously as she said it. Lucien couldn’t blame her for that.

He smiled at her weakly and mumbled his thanks, before setting off down the hallways again. The corridors were empty by now, all the students having returned to their common rooms after supper. He didn’t even so much as encounter a ghost as he exited the castle and walked towards the whomping willow. As he approached the tree came to life, slashing the air angrily in an attempt to ward him off. If only it knew, Lucien thought sarcastically. If only it knew what it was actually protecting.

With a flick of his wand a long branch lifted off the ground, hovering in front of him. Another flick and the branch flew towards the tree, poking the knot near the base of the gnarled trunk. At once the slashing branches froze. Lucien wasted no time before hurrying to the concealed entrance to the tunnel. The tunnel was dark and damp, the ceiling so low that Lucien had to bend over double as he walked.

“Lumos,” he whispered. The tip of his wand illuminated the dark passage in front of him, the path well-worn from years of these nocturnal visits.

It would have been creepy and menacing, if he hadn’t been fully aware that he was the thing to be afraid of. There were no monsters here except for him.

The tunnel eventually widened, and Lucien climbed out of the passage and into a messy, dilapidated room. The wallpaper was peeling from the walls, there were bits of broken furniture everywhere, and the air was thick with the scent of rot and decay. Lucien made his way to the foyer, where a rickety staircase led to the second floor. He entered the closest bedroom and slumped onto the moth-eaten four-poster bed, coughing as dust rose in a cloud around him.

He was out of breath by now, his usually nimble body heavy and leaden. He slumped back on the bed, and he waited.

—

It had been Vassa who had discovered his secret, in the middle of their second year. She had told Jurian and Tamlin first, and the three of them had confronted Lucien together. They had prepared evidence. Charts and calendars and lists of symptoms, and even a photo. Vassa had taken it with her muggle camera, and something about the fact that the figures weren’t moving in the photo made it even more creepy. It showed Lucien being escorted by Madam Majda towards the whomping willow, a long stick in her hand.

Lucien had been too ashamed to look his friends in the eyes. Tamlin especially, his loyal friend who had come to sit by his bedside in St. Mungo’s. The grief he had felt in that moment was so sharp and deep that his remaining natural eye had filled with tears. There was no use denying it, not with the evidence they had.

He missed them already, missed the feeling of belonging and normalcy that being part of a group gave him. There was no way they would remain friends after this, he knew, but he would always cherish the year and a half they had had together. So absolute had been his despair that he hadn’t heard the end of Vassa’s speech.

When he had at last lifted his eyes and opened his mouth to beg them not to tell anyone, he had found all three of them looking at him with wide-eyed excitement. Tamlin was rifling through a book (a rare sight), and Jurian was going on about animals that were “appropriate”. A wolf, or maybe a mountain lion, he’d quipped, winking at Lucien. Vassa was saying something about a bird of prey, something fast and swift, but small enough to reach the knot unharmed.

“What?” he’d asked stupidly, his throat tight with unshed tears.

“Animagi, dummy!” Vassa had replied, rolling her eyes with exasperation. “Did you hit your head or something?”

“You…what?”

“Maybe he got whacked by the whomping willow last month?” Tamlin had asked, peering at him in genuine concern.

When Lucien had finally understood what they were saying he had broken down into tears. His friends had merely laughed at him.

It had taken them almost three years and countless sleepless nights to accomplish it. And then one night, near the start of term last year, they had dragged Lucien into the boy’s dormitory and shifted in unison. Lucien had blinked as a giant mountain lion, a scruffy wolf, and a regal-looking eagle stared back at him. He’d broken down into tears again, and this time instead of laughter he had been met by two rough tongues lapping at his face, and a bird of prey nipping at his fingers.

Gone were the nights tearing apart the shrieking shack, clawing and biting at his own skin in rage. The part of his brain that was still human recognized his friends, and he now spent those dreaded nights trotting happily with the wolf and the lion as their eagle swooped over them like a watchful god. They explored every inch of the Hogwarts grounds, from the forbidden forest to the surrounding mountains. Tamlin and Jurian were large and powerful enough to control him if he got out of hand, and Vassa could scout the surrounding area and warn them of any impending trouble. She was also quick and small enough to press the knot that froze the whomping willow long enough for them to sneak into the tunnel that led to the shrieking shack.

When Lucien had confessed to Eris what his friends had done, his brother had been wrecked with guilt at the fact that he hadn’t come up with the idea himself. He had set out to become an animagi immediately, and had accomplished it in record time. More often than not the hound was seen sneaking into the Hogwarts grounds to join their explorations.

—

Lucien never let his friends see him transform. That was his one rule. He didn’t want them to live with that image in their minds.

If always started with a quickening of his heart. His breathing shallowed, his vision went blurry.

Lucien sat up on the grimy four-poster, his heart racing so fast he thought he might vomit. More often than not he did vomit, either at sundown, from the pain of the oncoming transformation, or at sunrise, when he came to in the shack with murky memories, his body sore and limp with exhaustion, the taste of whatever small animals he’d eaten that night still fresh in his mouth.

After the racing heart came the lengthening of his bones as his muscles and skin ripped and re-formed around his elongated limbs. The drought that Madam Majda gave him every month only faintly dulled the agony. Screams ripped from his throat, as violently as the snapping and cracking of his bones.

Hair sprouted from his skin, his jaw broke and then elongated into a snout, his nails grew into claws.

And then he was crouching on four legs in a pool of his ripped clothing. He tipped his head back, inhaling deeply. He could smell the scent of humans lingering in the air, ripe and delicious… He tore through the shack, his unnatural strength propelling him room to room.

The shack was empty, and his vision went red. Another scream ripped from his throat, but it wasn’t a scream this time. It was a howl, loud and deep and angry.

The desire to kill and bite was so strong that Lucien tore at his own skin, biting and scratching in his rage.

And then- a scuffling noise. Lucien went still, his nostrils flaring as a new scent entered the shack. Not human, but animal.

More scuffling, accompanied by deep panting and the soft sound of wings flapping. Lucien cocked his head and bared his teeth as the animals rounded the corner into the foyer and faced him. A large, scruffy wolf, a mountain lion, and an eagle. Something sparked in his chest, something warm and familiar. The snarl that had been building in his throat died down. He closed his jaw, relaxed his tensed muscles.

And then the wolf lifted his muzzle towards the ceiling and howled. Lucien mimicked him, the noises mixing together into a mournful note. The eagle swooped then, and the wolf and the lion followed it. Lucien trotted after them, back down the dirt passageway, and out the opening and into the fresh air.

Lucien’s gaze snapped to the moon, illuminating the grounds with its bright, silvery light. He wasn’t afraid of it, not when he was like this. Not when he was the thing to be afraid of. The mountain lion took the lead, heading towards the dark forest in the distance. The rest of the pack followed, the eagle dutifully sweeping over the grounds as she went.

Lucien filled his lungs with the chilled night air, and he followed after his friends.

[chaoswillfallrpg]

MAREN LINWOOD  is TWENTY-TWO YEARS OLD and a BARMAID at THE FOUNTAIN OF FAIR FORTUNE in HORIZONT ALLEY. She looks remarkably like LILI REINHART and considers herself aligned with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. She is currently TAKEN. 

One of the most beautiful performers in the wizarding world, Maren Linwood is a relatively undiscovered gem living and working at The Fountain of Fair Fortune in Horizont Alley. The youngest born of single mother, CHRISSIE LINWOOD, Maren was raised in Barnet at the wild and bohemian Linwood Lodge. Ran by her mother, grandma AILEEN LINWOOD and her eldest sister ADAIRIA when she was home from boarding school, Linwood Lodge was the perfect playground for a young and artistic child. Each new day brought strange travelers into her home and allowed Maren to pick up tricks from the outlandish guests. Maren was taught how to sing in French and Italian from an opera singer who took up a residency with them for a while and pirouette and plié from a famed travelling ballerina who stopped in from time to time. Their grandma constantly lectured Maren and her older sister LAUREL about bothering the guests, but with each new person came a wild story they always seemed more than happy to share. As guests rotated and Maren grew, she learned more about herself. She was a passionate entertainer, regularly running around the boarding house, singing and dancing for the guests and her family. 

Whenever Maren began pulling her costumes out of her dressing up box she saw a hesitancy in her mother she never quite understood. Her grandma and her sisters embraced the creative side of the youngest member of the Linwood clan and although Chrissie clapped and smiled, there was something missing. Due to her confidence Maren was the lead in all her school plays, from nativities to fun productions she organised in her later years at Cherry Tree Primary School. Whilst all the other parents laughed and cried, Chrissie always seemed still. It was a similar stillness she had whenever Maren asked about her father. Whilst Adaria remembered him and refused to speak about him and Laurel had fading memories, Maren had nothing. Not even a name. Her grandma referred to him as ‘that man’ or ‘the mistake’ which could only gesture in a negative opinion. Despite the fact that Laurel was mostly just as curious about their father as she was, Laurel had no interest in asking questions about who he was or why he left. As Maren would walk to school each day, hand in hand with her mother, she wondered what had happened that would make her dad want to run away and leave them. She briefly questioned if it was something to do with her before Chrissie quickly shut her down on the topic. 

Her father was a bad man and that was all she needed to know. It was this “badness” that swirled in Maren’s mind and created pictures and scenarios of who he was and why he left. Much to her horror, one day Maren believed she had found the answer. As she argued with her grandma about the television set, the glass vase on the mantelpiece broke. Cracking clean in two and dropping to the floor. It was an odd occurrence but one which regularly happened whenever she got angry. Given her family were normal Maren had chalked it up to her dad and his “badness”. Maren worried about it constantly, so much so that one day she wailed and worried so much she tripped out the electricity in their house and ran to her mother in floods of tears. Maren had been right about one thing. Her strange gifts were from her father but it wasn’t a badness, it was something far more magical. The day Maren found out she was a witch time stood still. Despite what she had experienced, Maren was completely caught off guard and when she discovered her sisters were also witches. The youngest of the brood, Maren was the last to fly the nest to Hogwarts, a school which existence had been kept from her. Believing her sisters had simply been attending boarding school in Scotland, arriving at the castle was like nothing she could have imagined. 

Sitting under the sorting hat, Maren waited for quite some time as the hat debated where to place her, whispering in her ear about her talent, creativity and legacy before announcing her proudly in Gryffindor. Having been given a crash course on the train of the houses by Laurel, she was happy to be joining the same house as her sister but was surprised to be placed in a house of bravery. Nevertheless, Maren was happy with her placement. Gryffindor was filled with friendly and loud personalities, though amongst them she found fellow soft flowers in the form of GILFRED ABBOTT and AURORA SINISTRA who became her best friends. Gilfred and Aurora understood Maren and were her rocks during the difficult years that followed. An artistic soul, Maren loved to perform and was a staple in choir from first year where she became the subject of bullying by older student ELEANOR YAXLEY. The former star of the show, Eleanor didn’t take too kindly to Maren stealing her limelight and quickly branded her as enemy number one and bullied her mercilessly with the help of VIOLET BULSTRODE. Although known for her kindness, Maren was not afraid to stand up for herself, making friends with fellow choir members ELENA DIGBY and EMILIA GREY, letting the comments roll off her as best as she was able. 

But Eleanor and Violet were simply the tip of the iceberg, a gang of purist Slytherins regularly descended upon Maren, doing their best to make her crack and crumble. Rather than doing so Maren fought back, joining CARADOC DEARBORN and POPPY HOOKUM in Sorcerers for Equality, using her voice to speak up about her experiences as a Muggle-Born. Although her activism caught the eye of many Pure-Bloods who put a target on her back, it also caught the eye of her first boyfriend SIRIUS BLACK who admired Maren’s strength. The pair began to drift apart towards the end of school, deciding they were better as friends as they both focused on issues within their families. By the time Maren left Hogwarts she had dreams of moving to London to perform on the stage like her idol RUBY GOLDSTEIN, but after the death of their mother and her older sister’s purchasing of The Fountain of Fair Fortune in Horizont Alley, Maren put her dreams on hold to run the pub with her sisters. Singing in on Friday nights and working the bar, Maren tried to enjoy the time with her sisters for what it was, though a higher calling soon found her when an old friend from school MARY MACDONALD joined their bar staff. 

After one to many times Mary had asked to swap shifts, curiosity got the better of Maren, following Mary to a secret meeting where they were cavorting with Caradoc, Poppy, Sirius and a number of other Gryffindors from their year at school. Understandably, Maren was hurt, confronting the group and demanding answers. Working with Sorcerers for Equality, Maren knew people like her were in danger but she had no idea the extent of just how in danger they were. Without a second thought, Maren proclaimed her allegiance to the group and quickly got to work training with the order. It was difficult for a time lying to both her sisters, but eventually they found her out and joined the ranks of the group. Currently investigating a number of people she believes may have links to THE DARK LORD, Maren is focused on Eleanor Yaxley and Violet Bulstrode, seeking the help of crime scene photographer REMUS LUPIN to help her. Though they knew each other well at school, Maren has enjoyed getting to know Remus more as they try to navigate their place in a world who doesn’t seem to want to get to know them. Despite her set backs, Maren is determined to do her part and fight for equality, taking down one bully at a time and making the world a safer place. 

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Blood Status → Half-Blood Muggle-Born/¼ Veela

Pronouns → She/Her

Identification → Cis Female

Sexuality  → Bisexual

Relationship Status → Single

Previous Education →  Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Gryffindor)

Societies → Sorcerers for Equality 

Family → Adaria Linwood (sister), Laurel Linwood (sister), Victor Yaxley (unknown half-brother/adversary), Eleanor Yaxley (unknown half-sister/adversary), Corban Yaxley (unknown uncle)

Connections  → Gilfred Abbott (best friend), Aurora Sinistra (best friend), Elena Digby (close friend), Emilia Grey (close friend), Cassiopeia Kim (close friend), Cressida Abercrombie (close friend), Caradoc Dearborn (close friend), Poppy Hookum (close friend), Mary MacDonald (close friend/colleague), Remus Lupin (close friend/potential love interest), Sirius Black (close friend/ex-boyfriend), Peter Pettigrew (close friend/object of flirtation), James Potter (close friend), Marlene McKinnon (close friend), Lily Evans (friend), Dorcas Meadowes (friend)

Future Information → N/A

MAREN LINWOOD IS A LEVEL 5 WITCH/VEELA.

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𝐟𝐨𝐫   @bespokens

        ─────     𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍   𝙎𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙀   𝙎𝙃𝙀   𝙒𝘼𝙎   𝘼   small   child   ,   she   found   comfort   among   the   trees   .   they   grow   impossibly   tall   in   the   forest   that   climbs   up   towards   the   palace   she   was   raised   in   ,   reaching   towards   the   heavens   like   hopeful   children   with   outstretched   fingers   who   wonder   what   it   would   be   like   to   let   their   dirty   fingers   brush   a   pure   white   cloud   .   with   an   ever   -   expanding   forest   climbing   higher   ,   towards   the   castle   atop   a   towering   hill   ,   nature   itself   reaches   towards   the   family   with   veins   of   gold   and   precious   jewels   upon   their   heads   –––   what   is   the   intent   behind   the   trees   that   draw   closer   with   each   springtime   ,   unvexed   by   chilling   winds   ?   are   they   a   motherly   embrace   ,   seeking   to   build   one   more   wall   to   protect   those   who   wear   crowns   and   furs   ?   or   are   they   as   dangerous   as   every   peasant   who   has   cursed   their   name   and   longed   to   see   the   king’s   charming   smile   from   a   platter   instead   of   a   painting   ,   do   they   opt   for   smothering   over   beheading   as   they   draw   menacingly   closer   like   a   hand   around   a   throat   ,   sharp   branches   with   amber   leaves   covering   the   ground   below   in   shadow   ?   whether   protective   or   hungry   ,   they   draw   closer   to   an   ivory   palace   –––   and   the   girl   watches   from   her   window   ,   longs   to   slip   away   and   surround   herself   with   the   trees   who   reach   for   the   heavens   and   the   flaming   sun   that  is  gold  among  sapphire  and  pearl  while   she   finds   a   home   in   the   darkness   that  branches   cast   upon   the   floor   .   from   behind   a   window   ,   all   the   girl   can   do   is   wonder   if   the   king   will   wear   his   charming   smile   when   he   one   day   waves   a   hand   and   calls   for   the   trees   to   be   cut   down   as   easily   as   his   wife   has   made   sure   to   dispose   of   all   those   who   curse   her   husband’s   name   .   their   only   hesitation   when   claiming   lives   has   come   while   making   sure   it   is   done   in   secret   ,   and   no   one   dares   to   cross   them   now   –––   the   common   folk   have   learned   that   the   royals   seem   to   listen   in   through   the   ears   of   the   bronze   statues   that   depict   them   atop   winged   stallions   ,   or   crowned   with   blooming   flowers   .   in   every   image   ,   they   are   as   beautiful   as   they   are   magnificent   –––   mere   trees   are   negligible   beside   a   towering   palace   that   reflects   sunlight   as   though   it   originated   from   the   walls   themselves   ,   and   nature   itself   pales   before   the   visage   of   omnipotence   .   they   have   painted   themselves   as   almighty   beings   ,   superior   in   everything   from   the   fortress   they   call   their   home   to   the   gold   they   call   their   blood   ,   the   peasants   bend   their   knee   and   when   the   trees   surrounding   the   palace   sway   in   the   lily   -   scented   winds   of   springtime   ,   it   seems   as   if   they   ,   too   ,   are   bowing   before   the   gods   that   smile   among   men   .   she   looks   upon   the   other   figures   that   inhabit   the   throne   room   ,   the   same   ones   that   stand   beside   her   in   a   large   ,   gilded   portrait   –––   and   the   girl   knows   the   trees   ought   to   stand   tall   ,   not   bow   .

       ─────     𝙏𝙃𝙀   𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇   𝙃𝘼𝙎   𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙆𝙀𝘿   𝙐𝙋𝙊𝙉   her   own   reflection   too   many   times   to   count   .   in   the   water   of   the   ponds   she   has   found   when   sneaking   through   the   forest   ,   in   the   looking   -   glass   in   her   bedroom   while   a   stranger   weaves   pearls   into   strands   of   golden   hair   .   sometimes   she   looks   upon   herself   with   curiosity   ,   others   with   disdain   when   she   finds   traces   of   others   within   herself   ,   littering   her   visage   with   remnants   of   tainted   divinity   (   they   have   smudged   the   gold   with   their   own   fingertips   ,   every   time   they   used   their   own   mantle   to   wipe   away   crimson   droplets   or   the   corrosive   ink   used   to   slander   their   name   )   .   the   golden   mark   does   not   only   come   alive   in   the   dark   ink   she   uses   to   sign   her   name   on   the   bottom   of   parchment   ,   or   in   a   seal   emblazoned   upon   wax   .   it   lives   on   in   wide   eyes   ,   and   in   locks   that   catch   the   sunlight   just   like   the   ivory   of   her   palace   does   –––   except   she   does   not   make   it   look   blinding   ,   when   she   basks   under   the   warmth   of   sun   she   does   not   embody   helios   and   his   burning   chariot   that   would   blind   a   mortal   or   lure   icarus   into   damnation   .   rather   ,   she   wears   a   halo   with   the   gentle   glow   of   a   girl   who   has   not   grown   to   be   as   tyrannical   as   her   mother   or   as   avaricious   as   her   father   –––   yet   it   is   not   childlike   innocence   that   keeps   her   from   being   as   blinding   as   the   sun   itself   ,   but   control   .   she   is   ice   ,   and   she   chooses   when   to   let   the   sun   set   her   aglow   –––   just   enough   for   her   crown   and   god   -   gifted   halo   to   shine   equally   as   bright   in   deceitful   beauty   ,   enough   to   please   the   divine   beings   that   are   the   reason   why   gold   courses   through   her   rather   than   blood   and   why   rubies   ,   emeralds   and   pearls   litter   her   frame   like   freckles   .   it   is   control   ,   turning   her   calculating   smirk   into   the   sweet   smile   that   has   been   captured   by   oil  paints   ,   bronze   and   marble   .   youngest   among   her   siblings   ,   possessor   of   their   undeserving   crowns   nonetheless   –––   elders   will   trick   themselves   into   thinking   that   they   have   gifted   her   enough   freedom   to   roam   the   gardens   ,   the   cunning   girl   knows   better   .   she   has   seized   the   freedom   herself   .   it   has   been   her   hand   ,   like   a   thief’s   ,   laying   claim   to   what   she   craves   in   a   single   ,   deceitful   act   –––   she   slips   away   because   she   wants   to   ,   she   roams   the   forest   unguarded   because   there   is   no   true   freedom   under   a   guard’s   watchful   eye   .      it   is   only   in   shadow   ,   among   the   wildflowers   that   burgeon   in   soft   soil   and   the   impossibly   high   trees   ,   that   she   can   breathe   an   air   that   does   not   feel   heavy   as   dark   grey   smoke   with   the   expectations   ,   the   unspoken   truths   ,   that   make   the   air   inside   her   palace   reek   of   sulfur   .   the   people   there   are   neither   men   nor   gods   ,   they   are   volcanoes   –––   beneath   their   skin   ,   scorching   liquids   swirl   ,   burning   with   untold   secrets   and   hidden   plots   .   when   the   clouds   turn   darker   with   a   flickering   shared   glance   or   a   sneer   ,   the   girl’s   lungs   feel   the   air   growing   hotter   –––   she   knows   a   little   bit   more   ,   she   feels   the   earth   shift   beneath   her   feet   .   the   palace   grows   warmer   ,   in   turn   ,   she   grows   colder   .   there   is   lava   where   their   blood   should   be   ,   there   are   icicles   in   place   of   her   ribs   .

      ─────     𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙎𝙀   𝙒𝙃𝙊   𝘽𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏   𝙃𝙀𝙍   𝙐𝙋𝙊𝙉   this   earth   long   for   divine   ascension   ,   for   a   throne   of   celestial   bronze   rather   than   the   gold   of   mortals   –––   when   they   tilt   their   face   up   to   the   heavens   ,   it   is   with   a   longing   to   sit   upon   them   .   to   ornament   their   forms   in   jewels   that   are   incorruptible   ,   pulled   from   the   cores   of   burning   stars   by   hands   that   will   never   burn   ,   to   live   forever   among   the   constellations   and   know   their   names   will   be   lauded   after   centuries   .   the   girl   pulls   the   hood   of   a   brown   cloak   up   when   she   has   snuck   past   a   set   of   heavy   wooden   doors   in   the   servants’   quarters   ,   and   as   her   hand   reaches   forward   in   the   night   ,   she   longs   for   air   that   is   not   heavy   with   the   weight   of   duty   that   comes   alive   with   the   golden   crown   that   lays   forgotten   in   a   locked   box   in   her   chambers   ,   in   the   ornate   gowns   and   the   pearls   and   all   that   she   has   been   taught   to   navigate   from   the   moment   she   was   birthed   .   they   called   her   ginevra   ,   watched   on   with   pride   when   she   commanded   the   attention   of   a   coronation   room   where   nobles   held   their   breath   at   the   sight   of   a   girl   who   was   no   longer   the   child   they   had   underestimated   for   years   .   with   lessons   in   everything   from   etiquette   to   arithmetics   ,   with   manners   and   honor   diligently   inculcated   in   her   over   a   lifetime   ,   they   crowned   ginevra   a   duchess   –––   when   her   brother   died   and   her   sister   disappeared   under   mysterious   circumstances   ,   she   walked   down   the   center   of   the   palace’s   throne   room   once   more   .   not   in   springtime   ,   but   winter   –––   snow   stripping   the   branches   of   the   trees   outside   until   they   were   menacing   rather   than   inviting   ,   the   branches   reminiscent   of   skeletons   buried   underground   with   bloody   secrets   of   a   noble   family   that   will   forever   go   unspoken   thanks   to   early   ,   unmarked   graves   .   in   winter   ,   where   the   grey   clouds   suffocate   helios   and   let   his   chariot   roam   aimlessly   in   bitter   and   lonely   exile   ,   where   there   is   no   sunlight   to   stream   in   through   the   windows   and   give   ginevra   a   halo   –––   or   rather   ,   the   illusion   of   one   .   for   golden   hair   has   turned   her   angelic   in   the   eyes   of   those   who   do   not   know   that   her   true   nature   wears   neither   halo   nor   leathery   wings   ,   neither   benevolent   smile   nor   devious   smirk   –––   where   there   is   no   sunlight   to   entertain   the   nobles   with   pretty   illusions   ,   fooling   them   in   the   same   way   that   icarus   once   chased   that   which   he   would   never   grasp   (   for   if   they   try   to   take   the   hand   of   an   angel   ,   they   will   be   met   with   empty   air   )   ,   ginevra   takes   her   place   with   her   eyes   carrying   neither   pride   nor   misery   .   there   is   a   bone   -   chilling   void   within   her   gaze   when   she   sits   upon   the   velvet   of   the   throne   that   once   belonged   to   a   brother   who   is   no   more   than   a   ghost   ,   she   looks   as   though   she   were   dead   too   when   the   crowd   first   bows   before   her   highness   ,   princess   ginevra   .

     ─────     𝘼   𝘽𝘼𝙇𝙇   𝙄𝙎   𝙃𝙀𝙇𝘿   𝙄𝙉   her   honor   ,   she   greets   titled   strangers   who   also   call   themselves   divine   with   the   charming   smile   that   has   deceived   so   many   into   believing   her   an   angelic   being   rather   than   spectral   ,   slipping   through   their   fingers   while   they   were   entranced   by   the   secrets   behind   dark   irises   like   narcissus   gazing   into   the   enchanting   curves   of   his   own   reflection   upon   water   –––   enough   to   lose   his   life   and   turn   into   a   blooming   flower   ,   enough   for   them   to   fall   for   honeyed   words   spoken   through   an   illusory   smile   while   a   delicate   hand   reached   into   their   mind   and   arranged   thoughts   ,   weaving   a   tapestry   until   it   was   to   her   liking   .   ginevra   painted   a   picture   of   herself   like   a   graceful   future   ruler   that   they   would   respect   before   forgetting   about   altogether   .   though   her   roots   are   deeply   entangled   within   the   soil   of   her   kingdom   (   drawing   strength   from   the   trees   ,   and   beauty   from   the   wildflowers   ,   and   dark   corruption   from   the   skeletons   of   those   who   have   unjustly   fallen   by   the   steel   of   a   dagger   in   the   night   )   ,   ginevra   has   always   painted   herself   as   something   fleeting   –––   let   them   believe   that   the   pedestals   upon   which   her   statue   stands   can   be   toppled   ,   that   a   hammer   can   turn   her   marble   bust   into   a   fine   ,   ivory   powder   that   will   be   scattered   among   the   fresh   snow   with   a   gust   of   wind   carrying   the   sad   melody   of   a   fallen   princess   .   let   them   believe   her   fickle   and   forgettable   ,   falling   for   the   lies   ginevra   herself   whispered   into   their   ears   –––   let   them   leave   her   kingdom   one   day   and   return   to   their   own   palaces   and   manors   thinking   she   is   not   smart   enough   to   have   exhaled   illusion   and   inhaled   secrets   revealed   in   subtle   gestures   .   let   them   drift   off   into   sleep   in   their   own   chambers   ,   warmed   by   blankets   and   furs   that   lull   them   into   gentle   dreams   like   a   mother’s   lullaby   or   the   song   of   tides   at   the   shore   ,   while   the   princess   dons   dark   fabrics   and   slips   away   unnoticed   .   let   them   sleep   soundly   ,   thinking   the   breathing   statue   upholds   every   law   as   sacred   –––   while   they   dream   of   glory   or   power   ,   picturing   themselves   upon   the   golden   throne   claimed   by   a   girl   with   fair   skin   and   golden   hair   whose   eyes   seem   eerily   all   -   knowing   when   they   bore   into   theirs   ,   she   sneaks   out   .   for   ginevra   has   escaped   into   faraway   lands   and   distant   continents   without   leaving   the   palace’s   library   ,   but   she   knows   better   than   to   let   these   be   her   only   incursions   into   reality   .   visits   to   the   villages   are   carried   out   wearing   cloaks   embroidered   with   gold   as   thread   brings   her   family’s   crest   to   life   upon   her   chest   ,   with   a   towering   wall   keeping   her   away   from   the   villagers   she   rules   over   –––   as   always   ,   ginevra   observes   from   the   safe   distance   of   a   tower   ,   she   looks   on   from   behind   a   window   .   ginevra   is   too   smart   to   be   detached   from   the   board   that   her   game   pieces   move   upon   ,   for   her   nimble   fingers   are   the   ones   moving   the   pieces   –––   there   are   no   puppets   to   serve   as   intermediaries   ,   no   time   wasted   on   pulling   strings   ,   no   delusions   of   feet   upon   soil   or   cobblestone   .   she   has   been   raised   in   a   palace   ,   taught   every   dance   and   the   history   of   every   kingdom   ,   but   ginevra   knows   that   what   is   truly   worth   knowing   is   not   spelled   out   in   ink   over   parchment   for   all   those   with   eyes   to   see   –––   the   relevant   information   is   never   proudly   on   display   .   any   fool   can   bear   witness   to   the   gold   of   her   crown   ,   anyone   with   ears   will   hear   the   melody   of   her   title   being   announced   to   crowds   that   will   subsequently   bow   before   the   daughter   of   gods   ,   emperors   and   kings   .   none   will   ever   glimpse   into   the   contents   of   a   mind   that   is   protected   by   an   icy   skull   that   acts   as   a   vault   .   no   fingers   will   brush   against   the   icicles   that   form   her   ribcage   ,   snapping   them   in   half   to   peer   into   the   darkened   void   where   her   heart   ought   to   be   –––   for   the   truth   ,   the   secret   ,   is   that   ginevra   has   been   heartless   from   the   day   she   was   born   .   the   truth   ,   hidden   under   mantles   and   gowns   that   act   as   a   shadowy   veil   ,   never   to   be   touched   by   mortal   hands   –––   not   even   her   own   .   ginevra   turns   away   from   the   truths   that   live   within   her   chest   ,   longing   to   climb   into   her   throat   and   make   their   way   past   her   lips   .   for   now   ,   they   are   drowned   out   by   a   hollow   heartbeat   .   they   are   buried   where   nobody   can   see   –––   and   where   her   hands   press   onto   her   chest   every   once   in   a   while   to   ensure   that   it   is   still   freezing   to   the   touch   ,   they   long   to   unveil   the   secrets   of   entire   nations   .   the   tomes   in   her   library   ,   committed   to   memory   ,   will   never   tell   her   what   she   truly   should   know   :   how   to   preserve   her   rule   without   foreign   threats   breathing   close   enough   for   her   to   see   the   fog   before   their   lips   .   how   to   topple   kingdoms   if   the   need   arises   .

    ─────     𝙏𝙃𝙀   𝙉𝙀𝙒𝙇𝙔   𝘾𝙍𝙊𝙒𝙉𝙀𝘿   𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙀𝙎𝙎   𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙉𝙎   a   stolen   key   within   a   lock   ,   her   visible   breath   from   a   cold   wintery   night   the   only   trail   left   behind   ,   and   sneaks   past   the   gates   of   a   palace   .   she   has   committed   the   guards’   rotation   to   memory   as   easily   as   a   child   would   memorize   their   mother’s   lullaby   or   a   damsel   ,   her   lover’s   sonnets   .   she   knows   where   their   footsteps   will   fall   now   ,   though   ginevra   still   holds   her   breath   as   she   makes   her   way   to   the   trees   .   must   she   have   a   reason   to   slip   away   ,   other   than   the   deeply   human   desire   to   breathe   ?   when   a   palace   suffocates   her   and   she   turns   herself   into   a   fleeting   memory   that   will   fade   to   oblivion   ,   the   trees   are   reassuring   in   their   mere   existence   –––   they   remind   her   of   the   truth   behind   eternity   .   they   turn   forever   into   a   word   she   can   close   her   lips   around   ,   a   concept   that   enters   her   vocabulary   when   a   forest   stretches   out   towards   the   heavens   and   the   stars   twinkle   above   between   the   naked   branches   of   trees   in   winter   .   they   are   welcoming   still   ,   even   when   they   seem   so   skeletal   with   the   signs   of   life   stripped   from   them   ,   and   as   ginevra   inhales   deeply   and   breathes   in   air   that   does   not   smell   like   the   sulfur   of   corruption   or   the   incense   of   rituality   ,   she   closes   her   eyes   and   infinity   envelops   her   in   a   calming   ocean   in   which   she   can   float   .   it   carries   her   away   ,   towards   the   stars   ,   in   the   constellations   that   form   divine   palaces   greater   than   emperors   and   kings   could   ever   build   –––   peace   found   in   a   stolen   moment   ,   as   ginevra   claims   the   night   as   her   own   .   she   is   no   princess   ,   but   a   dryad   in   the   forest   .   her   dear   wildflowers   are   dead   ,   the   snow   chills   her   feet   and   betrays   her   presence   –––   the   brown   hood   of   the   cloak   she   wears   masks   her   identity   ,   and   this   is   enough   for   calm   to   wash   over   her   .   all   of   a   sudden   ,   the   breath   is   stolen   from   her   lungs   when   a   sharp   sound   tears   her   away   –––   she   is   no   longer   floating   but   drowning   ,   infinity   does   not   offer   comfort   when   the   movement   of   an   unwelcome   stranger   is   a   monster’s   hand   coiling   around   her   ankle   and   pulling   her   down   into   unknown   depths   where   danger   may   lurk   .   her   eyes   snap   open   ,   yet   it   is   her   only   move   for   one   pregnant   second   .   she   is   aware   of   the   snow   under   her   feet   ,   the   sound   behind   her   of   a   form   that   is   heavier   than   an   innocent   animal   ───   whether   it   is   amiable   stranger   or   someone   who   views   her   as   prey   ,   she   does   not   know   (   oh   ,   princess   of   vast   realms   who   is   studious   as   she   is   cold   ,   how   she   hates   not   knowing   )   .   above   all   ,   the   princess   is   aware   of   the   cold   steel   of   a   dagger   strapped   to   the   outside   of   her   thigh   for   her   own   protection   .   ❝   it   seems   that   i   have   company   .   ❞   her   voice   cuts   through   the   night   ,   quiet   yet   assertive   ,   as   the   princess   steals   ice   from   the   night   and   presses   it   to   her   tongue   .   she   shields   herself   in   winter   ,   and   though   she   wears   the   brown   of   servants   that   almost   lets   her   blend   into   the   trees   ,   snow   clings   to   a   woman   who   buried   the   girl   she   once   was   the   second   a   crown   was   first   placed   upon   her   head   .   ginevra   may   be   a   princess   ,   but   her   demeanor   is   that   of   a   queen   ,   an   icy   empress   ,   goddess   of   gold   and   ice   .   her   movements   are   slow   and   calculated   ,   identity   revealed   once   wide   eyes   find   those   of   the   stranger   who   has   wandered   into   the   same   space   –––   their   eyes   meet   ,   and   hers   flash   with   recognition   .   the   lines   in   their   features   are   ones   she   has   seen   before   ,   and   though   surprise   is   masked   under   a   visage   of   stoicism   ,   there   is   a   sign   of   her   awareness   in   her   next   movements   –––   hands   that   stray   away   from   her   thigh   ,   towards   her   features   …   as   they   slowly   lower   the   hood   of   her   cloak   .   ❝   i   know   who   you   are   ,   ❞   the   princess   whispers   ,   putting   an   end   to   the   silence   .   she   does   not   move   closer   ,   nor   does   she   run   away   .   under   the   moonlight   ,   the   strands   of   long   hair   are   almost   silvery   –––   she   looks   upon   her   unwanted   companion   ,   and   there   is   no   warm   sunlight   to   fool   them   into   thinking   ginevra   is   angelic   .   for   under   the   silvery   light   that   streams   through   dark   ,   skeletal   branches   ,   the   princess   at   last   looks   neither   like   an   angel   nor   a  demon   :   ginevra   is   a   phantom   ,   and   she   was   never   meant   to   be   seen   .

[shadowbanki]

Shiro-Sora masterpost

Here are plans for my Mega Project. It’s a visual novel concept.

But since I have no skill in making a VN, I’m just going to write a story. Like the anime that will be based off the VN. Like Clannad’s anime or something.

It’s going to be long since I have (ahem...) FOURTY-SIX (46) WHOLE CHARACTERS WITH ROUTES THAT I’M GOING TO INCORPORATE.

This is why I said I will never ever finish it, even if I devote my entire life to it.

But it won’t feel right without all these characters. I WANT to have all these characters. I’m a “go big or go home” person. I’m too ambitious and I know that.

Well, since it has 46 characters, I’m thinking of calling it “Shiro-Sora” meaning “White-Sky” since 46 can be pronounced as “shiro.”

In kanji: 「白空」

In hiragana: 「しろそら」 (This will be the “official” Japanese spelling btw)

Alternatively: 「46そら」

Anyway...

Here are the characters.

Haku, Neru, Miku, Luka, Teto, Gumi, Meiko, Lapis, Merli, Lily, IA, Yukari, Uta, Zatsune, Rin, Len, Kaito, Akaito, Dell, Gakupo, Yuuma, Piko, Mizuki, Nigaito, Dex, Daina, Ruby, Taya, Longya, Ling, Momo, SeeU, Ruko, Ritsu, Miki, Aku, Bruno, Clara, Iroha, Yuu, Wil, Kyo, Akari, Qingxian, Anon, Kanon

In the story adaption, Uta Utane (Defoko) will take the role as the player/main character, and learns everyone’s backstories. She will be the one with the (gigantic) “harem” around her. Think, Tomoya from Clannad. But IF there’s ever an actual game, I’ll plan on Uta being one of the date-able characters. She’ll be your childhood friend.

The characters are all college students here, attending a predominantly music-oriented community college called Sonare Community College. There is also an acting branch as well, but it’s less predominant. This is why there is an emphasis on music, instruments, composing, and singing.

The reason the characters are all between 18-24 is so they can mostly be in the same age range. Therefore I can ship quite a lot of pairs...

Here are descriptions I thought of already. For some of these Loids, this is my first time EVER writing or portraying them. Ever.

(Full names are listed in Western order. This is partly due to the story taking place in the USA, in a “Japantown” sort of place to explain the prominent Japanese population.)

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Haku Yowane- Age: 22 A shy, gloomy girl who is looking to join in the school’s choir. However, she isn’t confident to work up the courage to audition. The choir has been moving down in popularity every year, with more and more students pursuing solo stardom. When she gets the news the choir may be disbanded, Haku feels she has to do something soon. Haku has only a small bit of experience in both singing and the piano, but she came to Sonare Community College because music is her dream. Haku seems to depend on Neru, her only friend, to comfort her when she gets down. Haku is the cousin of the popular Miku Hatsune, who is the most popular girl in the school and a very talented musician in many ways. Haku ends up a musician who sings and plays the piano. Neru Akita- Age: 22 A tomboy with a hot temper. But inside, she hides delicate feelings. She seems to always be with Haku, cheering her up when she gets down. The two seem to only have each other. Neru didn’t go to Sonare Community College to pursue music, however, she ends up joining the choir with Haku, despite her shabby voice. She also ends up falling in love with musical theatre! Miku Hatsune- Age: 20 A very popular girl and talented singer, dancer, and performer. A bubbly, cheerful sweetheart. Has lots of friends and is always smiling. Idealistic and doesn’t believe in impossible. Miku dreams big, but apparently she gets very depressed when her dreams are crushed. Luckily that never seems to happen… for now. Miku is an all-star musical performer. Luka Megurine- Age: 24 A polite and elegant woman. She can appear aloof and intimidating at first, but is actually just shy. She is half Japanese, a quarter French, and a quarter German. A talented vocalist who can also play quite a few instruments. Teto Kasane- Age: 20 A bubbly girl who can be childish. Is playful, weird, and a bit demanding. Very clumsy. More inclined in visual arts than music, but started a music hobby on a whim. Gumi- Age: 21 A girl who can be a bit shy, but once you get past that, Gumi is unique, free-spirited, and chill. She likes art and reading books. She keeps a sketchbook with her at all times. More inclined in visual arts than music, but likes musical theatre. Meiko Sakine- Age: 24 The confident, mature woman of the group. Energetic and loves to party. Still responsible. Like a mother or older sister. Has quite a temper, though she mostly uses it to defend others… Has a love of karaoke, and wishes to improve her singing. Lapis Aoki- Age: 20 Merli’s stepsister, who seems to be the opposite of her. Bubbly and playful, and quite childish. Quite friendly. However, she can be a bit selfish at times. Lapis is Japanese, though her adoptive sister Merli is Indian. Loves singing and theatre. Merli Aoki- Age: 24 Lapis’ stepsister, who seems to be the opposite of her. She can seem cold and distant, even a bit harsh at first. But inside, she is very thoughtful and willing to help those important to her. Merli is Indian, though she was adopted into Lapis’ Japanese family after the death of her parents. Is a singer with a dramatic vocal, and has a secret love of theatre. However, she is often chosen to be the villain due to her voice. She wishes her voice were less “intimidating” so she could be the heroine. Lily- Age: 23 The school’s toughest female delinquent. People often wonder why or how she’s still in school. She gets into a lot of fights. What people fail to notice is that she’s usually defending the weak, bu she sometimes just goes overboard. Lily has a punk-rock style and plays the electric guitar. IA- Age: 22 An idolized girl in the school for her good looks and singing skills, along with being a great songwriter and composer! However, she hides dark feelings? Yukari Yuzuki- Age: 21 Half sister to Akari Kizuna. Looks up to IA but also feels she will never be as good as her. Composes music as a hobby, and sings. She feels her singing is horrible. Uta Utane- Age: 21 A rather plain, bluntly-spoken person who doesn’t see much in life. Usually bored, silent, and rather deadpan. Once a bright girl with lots of dreams. Deep inside, she is passionate and caring, really… Can it be restored? She is non-binary, going mostly by she/her. Uta is rather bored with life, including music, and really only keeps playing the violin because she’s come so far and doesn’t want to quit. Miku Zatsune- Age: 21 Edgy and hates Miku (out of mostly jealousy.) She would rather be called Zatsune, because her first name happens to be Miku, like the person she despises so much… But could there be something deeper to her? Zatsune’s music style is heavy and gritty. She considers it “harsh reality,” unlike Miku’s “bubblegum fluff.” Rin Kagamine- Age: 18 Rin is a bit chaotic. She is bold, brash, athletic, and charming. She is also just plain nuts. She plays the saxophone. Len Kagamine- Age: 18 Len fries to be cool and hip, but he is just a big dork. He is quite the comedian however, sometimes unintentionally. He plays the drums and trumpet. Kaito Shion- Age: 22 Kaito is a silly boy. He loves ice cream, unicorns, rainbows, and anything fluffy. But he also has moments of seriousness where he says really deep, philosophical things. He is quite romantic. He plays the piano and sings. Akaito Shion- Age: 24 Akaito is a sarcastic and grumpy boy, but when it comes to romance, he gets quite passionate. He sometimes flirts around with girls, but when he finally finds a true love with a girl (or guy) who truly changes his life… well… it’s a bit different. Akaito is a choir singer and he also plays electric bass. Dell Honne- Age: 24 Dell is usually in a bad mood. He currently lives with a father who barely acknowledges him. He tends to keep it all inside, and he’s really just lonely and needs to find someone to vent to. He is Haku’s half-brother, but they didn’t grow up together. He enjoys computer programming and composing electronic music. Gakupo Kamui- Age: 24 Gakupo likes doing kendo and martial arts, and is generally athletic. He is a nice guy who also loves animals and history. He seems serious, but can be unexpectedly silly sometimes. He likes embracing his Japanese and Ainu heritage. He often plays the shamisen, and also drums. He likes rock music. Yuuma- Age: 23 Yuuma likes music and is quite popular. He may seem hard to approach, because sometimes he doesn’t know what to say. He is a little blunt at times, but has a good heart. He has a crush on Mizuki. He likes orchestral music and EDM. Piko Utatane- Age: 21 Piko is a genius who loves astronomy and excels in mathematics and physics. He is a shy and compassionate person, but whenever he opens his mouth, he sounds very strict. He is bad at socializing and making friends, which leaves him quite lonely. On top of that, he is sickly and absent from school often. Piko wishes to make a friend. His first friend in the school is Lapis Aoki, who pretends to be a fairy to grant his wish. After a while, Lapis declares that she wants to be Piko’s friend. Piko ended up at Sonare Community College despite excelling in other studies due to his missing many high school days. However, Piko likes EDM and is inspired to be a singer after spending days at his college. Mizuki- Age: 21 Mizuki is a singer who also plays the a Japanese harp (koto.) She is quite a charming person and seems to flirt with many people… even girls… but not Yuuma. Since Yuuma has a crush on Mizuki, this discourages him. Nigaito Shion- Age: 19 The youngest of the three Shion bothers. Nigaito’s nicknames are Nini and Nii. He is rather sickly, but remains to have a warm and pure heart. Nigaito plays the clarinet. Dex- Age: 22 Daina’s childhood friend. Best friends, even though they are of completely different genders, and with very different personalities. Some people wonder how it works. Dex is silly, fun, a bit of a party animal, but he is still very caring and compassionate. He just needs a bit of help devoting himself to his studies. But he is quite intelligent when he is focused. He is Black, Creole, and is learning French. Dex plays piano and sings. Daina- Age: 22 Dex’s childhood friend. Best friends, even though they are of completely different genders, and with very different personalities. Some people wonder how it works. Daina likes to study and learn, and doesn’t like atmospheres like parties so much. She prefers quiet, peaceful places. She may seem a bit distant on the outside, but she is just a little shy. She is White, with English and French heritage. Daina composes music on the computer and sings. Ruby- Age: 21 Ruby is rather confident, yet nice, and will always give people a helping hand. She is Black and Latina. Ruby likes EDM and sings and dances. Taya Soune- Age: 21 Taya is incredibly polite, bowing at many occasions and also offering to do favors a lot. He speaks very formally. Taya has anemia and sometimes needs blood transfusions. He is non-binary, but go mostly by he/him. Taya likes musical theatre. He also plays the cello. Longya Yuezheng- Age: 24 A quite serious man who is dutiful and studious. Protective over his younger sister, Ling, and monitors her safety constantly. This is due to Ling nearly getting into a tragic accident when they were younger, traumatizing Longya. He is Chinese. He plays piano and flute. Ling Yuezheng- Age: 20 Ling is a hardworking student, however she has a playful side and she feels lonely that she doesn’t have many friends and is devoting her life to studying. She sings and dances. Momo Momone- Age: 19 A peaceful, sleepy girl. Rather low-energy and tranquil. However, Momo has quite a temper when it comes to injustice. Momo is a singer and theatre performer. SeeU- Age: 20 A rather eccentric, bold and energetic girl with “the light of the stars in her eyes.” She is Korean. SeeU is a singer and dancer. Ruko Yokune- Age: 24 Ruko is one of the most mature characters, having a lot of wisdom about life and many experiences. However, they still have moments where they need a helping hand. Ruko is non-binary, mostly going by she/her or they/them. Ruko is a talented vocalist with incredible range. Ritsu Namine- Age: 22 Ritsu is rather brash, but means well. He is non-binary and mostly go by he/him. He is a talented singer with a powerful voice. Miki- Age: 18 Loves romance anime/manga and is obsessed with “cute couples.” A true fangirl. Acts cute and animated. Iroha’s best friend. She is a singer, who also wants to be a voice actress in anime. Aku Yamine- Age: 19 Hates her name, because it’s pronounced the same as the word for “evil” in Japanese. Prefers to be called Akurin. Aku is a very nice and naive, somewhat clumsy girl with big dreams. Is half Black and half Japanese. She is a piano player and a theatre performer. She struggles with singing. Bruno- Age: 22 Black Latino, lived in the Dominican Republic. Polite and soft-spoken, but a talented acoustic guitarist. Sometimes sings. Clara- Age: 23 From Colombia, and is Latina. A rather doting girl who somehow feels like both a mother and a little sister. A singer and dancer. Iroha Nekomura- Age: 18 Loves cute things and stuffed animals. Is kind of insecure and doesn’t find herself very cute, though her best friend Miki constantly reassures her. A singer and drummer. Yuu- Age: 20 A sweet, cheerful guy who is always filled with energy. Half English, half Japanese. He is in a boy-band with Wil and Kyo called ZOLA PROJECT. He sings and plays electric guitar. Wil- Age: 22 A sophisticated, fashionable guy who is quite outgoing. He is Black. He is in a boy-band with Yuu and Kyo called ZOLA PROJECT. He sings and plays electric bass. Kyo- Age: 21 A wild, energetic guy who is always raring to go. He is Japanese. He is in a boy-band with Yuu and Wil called ZOLA PROJECT. He sings and plays drums, and adds sounds to their songs via computer programs. Akari Kizuna- Age: 18 Yukari Yuzuki’s half-sister. Cheerful and sweet, and wants to make others smile… even though many heavy thoughts are hiding behind her own smile. A singer who is also an actress. Qingxian Mo- Age: 23 She seems very nice, but she’s actually a bit self-absorbed. Since her name is hard to pronounce for English-speakers, she insists on being called Qing (pronounced like Ching.) A model who also sings and plays clarinet. Anon- Age: 21 A somewhat reserved girl who likes to read and play video games. Very resilient and tough. Does martial arts. Has a very strong punch. Is often annoyed by her sister, Kanon. Sings, dances, and composes music. Kanon- Age: 21 A cheerful girl who likes to annoy her sister, Anon. But like her sister, she does sometimes get kind of scary. Does martial arts. Has a very strong kick. Sings, dances, and composes music.

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Now, I made a list of couples... Who ends up with who by the end of the story? This is for the “novel adaption”, obviously.

Uta and whoever she ends up with might get a bit of an... “After Story” like CLANNAD After Story. And it might feature everyone else as a married couple too!

Spoilers below the cut.

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Haku x Neru

Kaito x Dell

Miku x Gumi

IA x Yukari

Lapis x Piko

Teto x Luka

Meiko x Gakupo

Iroha x Miki

Ruko x Ritsu

Merli x Lily

Akaito x Yuuma

Bruno x Clara

Dex x Daina

Len x Nigaito

Rin x Akari

Ruby x SeeU

Anon x Mizuki

Zatsune x Aku

Wil x Longya

Yuu x Ling

Kyo x Qingxian

Kanon x Momo

Uta x Taya

Yes, the main couple by the end will be Uta and Taya. I think you MAY have seen it coming... considering I was all over Taya today. But also, as I was pairing up every Vocaloid, only a few remained, around six. Uta and Taya were two of the last ones, and I decided it worked. So yeah.

[lunanightingaleart]

So Lucky To Have You

This is going to be an Oc x Canon Fanfiction, if you aren’t comfortable with that do not continue reading. Otherwise I hope you enjoy and maybe Heart and Reblog if you wish <3 

Chapter 1 

“Ah, good evening Miss Violette. Good to see you back.” Bright indigo eyes scanned for the source of who addressed her, only to find a few familiar faces of Beacon. Lillian turned with a friendly smile to her lips. 

“Oobleck, Port! Good to see you two. Still torturing the students around here?” 

“Oh come now, you know our classes are completely necessary for the survival and intellectual growth of our students. Not to mention-” Lillian listened to Oobleck go onto one of his tangents again, politely listening even though her brain had already checked out at this point. It’s a good thing Oobleck wasn’t her teacher when they were kids.

“I was kidding Oob, come on you know I wouldn’t judge you for your teaching. You both do pretty good work as far as I’ve seen anyway.” Pulling her hood down, she ruffled her hair a bit and sighed. 

“I suppose you’ve finished your mission out in Mantle?”

“Oh yeah, yup. All finished with that and ready to be a teacher again. How’s the new students this year?” Truth be told Lillian didn’t wish to speak about her mission, especially since as far as everyone was told it was just some sort of political based mission, nothing too serious. Except it was, and none of them were allowed to know. She continued to speak with the other teachers about the new students, when one of them brought up a familiar name. 

“And then there’s our youngest student to ever join the school. Little Miss Rose.”

“Ah yes, Ruby Rose has shown to have remarkable talent and skill for her age. It’s no wonder Ozpin allowed her to enter Beacon so early.”

“Ruby Rose? You’re talking about Yang’s little sister yes? As in Summer and Tai’s Kid?” Lillian found herself quite shocked to know that she had gotten in. When was the last time she even heard that name? Probably last time she saw Yang and Taiyang, which admittedly was a long time ago. Maybe she should go and visit them on one of her free days. While Oobleck and Port continued to praise their students, Lillian gave them a polite wave before heading off to do her own thing. She would have to tell Oz she was back in town, and she’d probably start class back up by tomorrow knowing him. Opening her scroll while walking through the all too familiar courtyard she noticed she hadn’t gotten any messages. 

“Hm, that’s odd. He usually replies by now.” She mumbles to herself while walking past the mess hall. A sudden commotion got her attention as she turned towards one of the large windows. Inside showed two teams of students having a food fight, a very intense one she might add. Uh oh, Glynda would not like this. Just to make sure she didn’t get absolutely coated in the flying food she watched from the safety of outside. She hummed in thought, watching the students and trying to see if she recognized any of them. For starters, she recognized the fiery hair of Yang who had whole turkeys over her fists. Another student was using a beam from the room with a watermelon attached, the entire fiasco was actually really fun to watch. She smiled to herself watching the kids just have an absolute war in there. Seeing a speeding ball of red Lillian focused on it, finding the red ball was in fact a little Ruby Rose. She’s grown up since the last time she saw her. 

“What on earth is going on in there??” She turned to see Glynda and right behind her Oz, who seemed to be the calmest about the situation. 

“Ah welcome back Lillian. Good to see you.”

“You too Oz, and there’s nothing that bad going on. Just some kids having a food fight.”

“And would you care to tell me as to why you didn’t choose to stop them!?”

“I’m not their teacher, at least not yet. Besides they’re just kids, give them a break.” A very loud bang grabbed our attention, and Glynda ran in. Looking up towards the sky I noticed a flash of yellow and hummed to myself. Eyes beginning to shine much brighter than before, I began to mumble under my breath while focusing on the sky. 

“She’s going to fall right back into the hole already made in the roof and safely on some soft materials made up of the tables Glynda have already fixed. She will be completely unharmed, and in fact laugh it off with her friends.” With a soft flash of her eyes, they went back to normal as the scene she just described happened the moment Yang’s falling form got close enough. 

“I see that still comes in handy.” Oz mentioned with a smile.

“Oh you have no idea. Though admittedly it’s odd having to use it to make sure a student isn’t harmed from their fall at such heights. Usually I just use it to make someone trip or something.” She grinned and offered her hand to Oz who took it and shook it gently.

“It’s good to have you back. Have you by any chance had any contact with Qrow recently?” Her smile faded.

“No, not since the last message he sent out about Her. I’m sure he’s just busy, we’ll surely hear from him soon.” She reassured, gaining a nod before watching the kids inside get scolded by Glynda. Ozpin went inside first to cool Glynda off, and Lillian went inside after.

“Well, that was quite the show. I noticed you all used different foods based off certain weapons along with using your semblances when only necessary. Impressive.” They all stared at this stranger for a minute of silence, only for Yang to suddenly brighten up.

“Holy cow, Miss Lily is that you?”

“The one and only firecracker~” Yang stood and ran over to her, offering a fist bump to which Lillian reciprocated. Doing a small handshake between the two ending with a childish little explosion, everyone still looked quite confused. 

“Yang, do you know her?”

“Oh yeah that’s right. You haven’t really seen her all that much since you were little, huh? Ruby this is Miss Lily. She’s a friend of our dad and uncle Qrow. Plus, she’s actually a teacher at the school.” Ruby’s eyes sparkled as she somewhat zoomed over. 

“You know Dad and uncle Qrow?”

“Sure do, have since we were all in school together.” Lillian couldn’t help but smile watching who was once this tiny spawn of Summer turn into a beautiful young lady of Beacon. She looked so much like her mom it was insane. 

“It’s so nice to see you again Ruby, I haven’t seen you since you were this tall.” She gestured towards her knees, and Ruby giggled. 

“What seriously??? That was forever ago, how come you haven’t come to visit?” 

“Well, being a huntress is pretty serious business. We get super busy with missions and helping those who need it, sometimes you have to sacrifice some personal time. Though…” Looking down at Ruby, Lillian smiled and ruffled her hair. 

“Maybe now that I’m back, maybe I should take some time to revisit old friends. I don’t know…” 

“While that sounds like a fantastic idea, perhaps you should report on your last mission first, Miss Violette?” Glynda reminded Lillian who pouted.

“Yup, that too. And with that, I’m off. It was nice seeing you again Yang, Ruby. I’ll see the rest of you in class tomorrow~!”

“See ya~”

“Bye~!” Following behind Glynda and Oz, Lillian opened up her scroll again with a sigh. 

“Still nothing back from him it seems?” Oz asked, slowing down to Lillian’s pace.

“Yeah, but I’m confident that he’s okay. I just have to keep reminding myself of that.”

“Yes, well...we wouldn’t want anything to come out of you panicking now would we?” Lillian rubbed her arm a bit. 

“It only works if I can see exactly how it could happen. It’s why I don’t ask for the full details of Qrow’s missions. If I were to be the reason he got hurt..” Oz set his hand on her shoulder.

“Not to worry, it’s as you said. You’re confident he is okay. He’ll get back to us when he can…” Walking back to Oz’s office, Lillian took the time to admire the Academy of Beacon with each passing step. She hasn’t been here since the first week of the first semester. Thinking back, she remembered in the beginning of the school semester Oz and Glynda talking about a special case student brought in two years early. She never imagined they had been talking about Ruby. She really has taken after her mother. Plus the fact Qrow had been a teacher at Signal does make complete sense. Once the doors had closed to Oz’s office Lillian watched as he sat down, sipping his coffee. 

“Alright, now you were sent to find a bit of information and maybe have a bit of a…” Oz gestured a bit while holding his coffee. 

“Premonition..?” Lillian nodded and pulled out her scroll, setting it on the table and a bright screen shining a hologram. 

“Okay, so a few weeks ago we got a message from Qrow stating and I quote ‘Queen has Pawns’ I can in fact confirm this, as I was able to gain a bit of information on the ones currently taking place here.” Glynda looked to Oz and then to Lillian. 

“Here? They’re already taking action?”

“Yes, it seems she has taken into consideration our dependence on peace. She’s gotten a few recruits here, one of them as we’ve already figured was Torchwick and his goons. But it seems we have a much more...interesting case.” She changed the screen from the text message to a screenshot of the video taken of the attempted robbery months ago. She pointed to the silhouetted figure that attacked with fire.

“We couldn’t identify the one in this shot, and from what we’ve noticed in our criminal files she doesn’t describe anyone we know at all. However from what I’ve noticed, she doesn’t seem to be a lacky of Torchwick. If anything she seems to be protecting the goods more than him. I believe this young lady is actually one of Salem’s closer pawns sent here to keep her recruits in check. Also, just by body type alone it seems this definitely isn’t an adult. This is a younger lady, probably aged closer to our own students.” Glynda crossed her arms and looked at the information. 

“While this is helpful. What exactly are you attempting to imply?”

“That this young lady is probably not their only younger pawn. If they have younger ones here, they can take full advantage of our festival coming up and possibly pretend to be students from other schools. I’m not saying we stop the festival, however I am saying that we need to be at least on guard.”

“And I agree.” Lillian stopped and looked to the door, seeing Ironwood now standing at the door. He looked at Lillian with a gentle smile. 

“Lillian, good to see you.”

“James, didn’t hear you come in. Still playing with those toy soldiers I see.” 

“Haha, very funny.” Ironwood went to greet Oz and Glynda, and Glynda immediately took the time to leave. 

“Well she certainly hasn’t changed.” 

“Well she is Glynda. She hasn’t gotten where she is for changing herself. And with that, I’ll see myself out. Good seeing you James.” 

“Lillian wait, you can stay if you’d like.” James offered, gesturing towards her scroll still on the table.

“You don’t have to stop on my count. Please continue.” Lillian looked to Ozpin who nodded silently. 

“Go on Lillian.” She sighed softly and walked over to Oz. She pointed at her temple for a second, before looking at her scroll.

“I had...a moment while finding information, and I saw a silhouetted pair behind our younger pawn. She seemed to have two others around the same age and all I really saw were silhouettes. One had bright glowing red eyes, another green hair, and the other silver. It seemed two women and a man all of student age, and that’s all I saw. As far as Qrow and his current whereabouts I have no information at all.” Taking her scroll, she looked between the two and nodded.

“I did just get back, so I’m gonna go unpack, rest a little and maybe get prepared for my class tomorrow.”

“Oh that’s right. Yes you brought up a good point. You start teaching again tomorrow, so go and take this time to rest. Thank you.” Lillian left the room and looked to Glynda who leaned against the wall. 

“It’ll be quite troublesome if we can’t find those spies. However I feel that your words might have convinced James to bring more firepower.”

“Convince him or not, Oz can tell him not to. I don’t think making a show of our abilities is wise. This is why I teach the students the way I do. A semblance is powerful, but you shouldn’t become dependent on it. Your weapons and your wit should be your first instinct in a fight. A semblance while it should be honed and able to be controlled, it shouldn’t be used unless completely necessary. Its the same thing with James’ army. If he shows everyone his biggest weapons as a show of power, all that does is give the enemy information. I agree we should be careful, but that does not mean we should scare everyone with large ships and constant robo-guards on duty. Now, I have class tomorrow, and I have had a long journey. I’m going to go rest. Have a good night Glynda.” 

After the excitement had finally died down Lillian took the chance to plop onto her bed and let out a large sigh. Unbuttoning her hood she slipped it off, her long sleeves following it as her arms now reveal several scars across her skin. She then unbuckled her weapons from her wrists and set them on her bed to examine her new scars and bandaged injuries. The last battle she had been part of was a bit problematic, especially on her own. 

“Shit, well could be worse.” She sits on the floor of her room, medical boxes now open and sprawled out around her while she does her best to deal with the wounds now with proper medical materials. While doing so, there a small chime coming from the scroll on her bed. She perks up, glancing over her bed and seeing the familiar profile on her screen. As if her wounds were healed just by the chime, a big smile formed on her face. She dropped the materials and climbed onto her bed, checking the text with full attention. 

“Hey Lily~ How’s my Vixen? Sorry about the late reply, I just got a chance to check. I’m okay, a little scraped up, but alright. Have you gotten back?” A big smile continues to shine across her features as she begins to quickly text back. 

“Hey! I have, are you in a safe spot? The others are worried about you, we haven’t heard from you since that last message. I’m glad you’re okay, I knew you would be, but it doesn’t stop my worrying.” Her heart was pounding with both joy and worry over him. At least he wasn’t hurt, or you know...not hurt a lot. Another chime rung through and her heart continued to pound. 

“Yeah, I’ve found a good place to rest up. As far as I know I wasn’t followed and can talk. Why? Did you miss me that much Vixy? ;) ” Lillian felt her face heat up and slowly typed in his number. Calling him, she rested her head atop her pillow and stared at the ceiling. A few rings chimed through and eventually a click and silence. Then she heard his voice, and her purple eyes sparkled. 

“Guess that’s a yes~ Hey Vixy~” Lillian let out a happy shaky sigh and gripped her scroll tightly.

“Hey~ It’s so good to hear your voice. I felt like I haven’t heard it in forever.” 

“Yeah, honestly it’s a little weird hearing your voice too. I can’t believe it’s been this long. But hey, how was your mission? We were stopped pretty abruptly that last call.” Lillian absentmindedly looked to her now bandaged arms. 

“I’m okay, got a bit scraped up myself, but it could’ve been worse. You didn’t tell me Ruby was in Beacon now. The teachers are praising her for her skills. Looks like you taught her well.” The two continued to chat for at least an hour, relaxing from both of their exciting days and joking around about old and new circumstances. It seems just talking with each other has lightened an unspoken heavy atmosphere around the two. The sun has dropped, and the two continued to speak until a single yawn from Lillian stopped the conversation.

“Getting tired?”

“Yeah, how about you?”

“Ah, I’m alright. You should sleep though, don’t worry. This dusty old crow knows how to take care of himself.”

“Yeah? Well this sleepy Fox knows how stubborn the dusty crow is. You should rest and at least let your aura heal up. Come on like old times, let’s go to bed together.” She heard a chuckle from Qrow over the scroll.

“Really now? You know next time I see you I’m going to hold you up to that~” Lillian giggled and hugged her pillow close. 

“...Hey Qrow? When do you think you’ll be getting home?” There was a silence, before a sigh.

“I’m not sure, not too long I guess. Why? Wish I was there to share a bed with you~?” 

“Come on Qrow be serious, also yes. I really miss you.” Her voice was soft, and she couldn’t help but feel vulnerable.

“Okay okay, I’m sure I’ll be home soon. And I promise when I get home you can keep me there for at least a day.”

“Two Days~”

“You drive a hard bargain, but you’re cute so I’ll say sure.”

“Deal~” Lillian smiled and yawned again. 

“You better rest tonight Qrow, no take backsies.”

“What are you, twelve?”

“Fight me~ Goodnight.” She hears a chuckle once again. 

“Goodnight Lily~” Once the call ended, Lillian turned on her side and let out a soft sigh. Relief overcame her as she finally got to hear from Qrow. Now knowing for a fact he was alright, she let sleep take over and she finally found a good comfortable rest throughout the night. 

Continue To Chapter 2

[nunaya-business]

Let’s Talk About Steven Universe

*WARNING* This … “essay” has my opinions only. I am not speaking for the community, I am speaking for me because I like to express myself and there are people like @susanaaatc​ out there who like these kinds of discussions. So if you want, I’d like for others to give me their whole opinions on the show as well. Hell make a whole post about it like I did and tag me in it so that I can see your opinion. With all that stated, let’s get down to Bismuth.

So Steven Universe came out in 2013 and I was 11 years old at the time. I liked Regular Show and Adventure Time, not to mention I was obsessed with Rise of the Guardians and Monster High, so I was a bit preoccupied to watch the show. Eventually though, my best friend at the time talked about it constantly and she brought up the concept of fusion. She showed me the art book of the show that she bought and it showed how two completely different gems could fuse into one gem to become stronger. This is where my interest started, and it was the same concept that started pushing me away from SU later in it’s show run. 

So fusion in Steven Universe is mostly treated as a relationship, and it’s not always just romantic. It can be between two friends, it can be seen as a more sexual relationship between two gems, a romantic relationship, or a parent-child relationship like with Steg (Steven and Greg’s fusion). This is an amazing concept and I love it so much but… I’m not here to talk about what I like, I’m here to talk about what I dislike. 

One of the best characters in the show is Garnet. Garnet was revealed in season 2 (I think) to be a fusion between the two tiny gems Ruby and Sapphire, and Garnet is the manifestation of their love. She’s an amazing example of not only a healthy, respecting, and loving relationship between two people, but also is an amazing example of a healthy same-sex relationship. You see, Steven Universe uses “code” to represent something like race, gender, and age… But we’ll get to that later. My problem isn’t really with Garnet herself, but what Rebecca and the Crewniverse has made her in to. Many have said it before, and I agree. After her reveal as a fusion, Garnet was no longer the cool, collected, fun-in-her-own-way “mom” we knew before, she turned into a fusion, and a symbol for fusion, and a representation… of a fusion. After the reveal, all the crewniverse seemed to view Garnet as… was a fucking fusion! She lost a lot of personality in the 3rd and 4th seasons in my opinion and was really only used in the plot when it had something to do with fusion. To me it’s like having a friend group with only one Asian friend and the rest a different race, and then only inviting the Asian friend to hang out when you’re going to watch Anime, or a Kdrama. It’s a bit racist is it not? Just because you can relate a character to something in the plot does not mean that character has to be there. Maybe instead of putting Garnet in every fusion episode (with the exception of “Earthlings”) just mention her. She doesn’t have to be in every damn episode that has to do with the subject. 

A lot of people have an issue with Bismuth… and I can understand that. Let me explain why. “Coding” is what a creator of any media does to give the consumer an idea of a character’s personality, race, age, gender, etc, without it being too obvious. Off the top of my head I’ll state what I view the “coded” characters as.

 Garnet, Sapphire, Sugilite, and Bismuth are coded Black.

Amethyst to my knowledge is coded Hispanic or Latina or something like that.

Pearl, the Diamonds, Opal, and Rose Quartz are coded White.

Rainbow Quartz and Aqua Marine are coded White and British.

And I’m not sure about Peridot, Lapis and Jasper are supposed to be coded as.

So the race thing has brought up some issues. In the official artbook that I mentioned earlier there was a concept design for Concrete and the design was a little… oof. People weren’t very happy… lemme just show you.

So obviously people weren’t happy that good ol’ Concrete here looks like a blackface character from the early 20th century animations. And I agree it’s pretty bad, but I don’t think it was intentional. 

Some controversial things that come from the show (other than countries like Kenya being assholes and trying to act like LGBTQ doesn’t exist) are the portrayals of two specific characters, who also happen to be fusions, and I agree with most things people don’t like about them.

Let’s start with Stevonnie. Stevonnie is the nonbinary (but let’s be honest she’s a girl) fusion of Steven Universe and his love interest Connie Maheswaran (I had to look up how to spell her last name smh). They’re supposed to represent Steven and Connie’s closeness as best friends and their growing crushes on each other. Rebecca Sugar has also stated that they’re a representation of puberty…. Excuse me? Puberty must have went swell for you Sugar. There’s someone who made a video about why they hate SU, that person being the ever controversial Lily Orchard, and she covered why Stevonnie is just… honestly she’s waifu bait. I agree with probably everything Lily says about this character because… it’s true. Puberty seriously ain’t pretty, and it sure as hell ain’t sexy until after it’s done… sometimes. Also, Sugar is contradicting herself saying that the Crewniverse isn’t sexualizing two very under age kids because Stevonnie is Steven and Connie’s ages added up… which would make the fusion 26 years old… that’s a bit old for puberty Rebecca. It feels to me like they wanted to make a sensual character, and there’s nothing wrong with that, but they didn’t really want to add a new character so they just put the two love interests together. But that’s so fucking wrong. I’m sorry, but sexualizing Stevonnie, which they are doing btw, I will make a post if you question it, is like people shipping siblings or an underage person with someone way older than them and saying “it’s totally fine because they’re just characters” (*cough cough* Ereri *cough cough* Hitachiin shippers *cough*). If you’re going to use that excuse, but then get angry at people who don’t take the character seriously because they are just a cartoon, then you’re a hypocritical asshole. Sorry to tell you. Stevonnie is a very good character overall though. I’m just uncomfortable when they appear because they’re two kids in a trench-coat with curves like an anime schoolgirl and moves like someone who just successfully seduced a poor guy into giving them the secret to the Crabby Patty formula.

Now let’s move on to Steg, the fusion between father Greg Universe, and son Steven. There’s nothing wrong with them fusing because fusion in SU symbolizes a relationship, no matter what kind. However… why do two chubby men make a sex symbol rock idol??? That’s… that’s gross. Why the fuck is Steg so “hot”? Why on earth would you create a fusion out of a father and son and think it’s appropriate to sexualize them and make them gyrate their genitals like they’re an Elvis Presley impersonator? Just… WHY? Do I even have to explain why this is so wrong? Really? Honestly??? You can fuse Steven and Greg and not make it so sexual, but nah let’s give them rock hard abs, a humongous bulge a sharp jawline that neither of the two have, and a tight ass. What the actual fuck?? 

That’s not my biggest issue though. My biggest issue is giving the Nazi bitches a redemption ark smaller than my nonexistent cock. Endeavor from My Hero Academia is an absolute prick right? He abused his children, notably his youngest, and his wife, and is an absolute asshole to everyone, but he gets a redemption arch. Do you know why it makes sense though? First off because as far as we know Endeavor never committed genocide, and second because he’s not a Nazi, he’s an abuser. Abusers, whether we like to admit it or not, can eventually see the error of their ways and understand that what they’re doing is both wrong and that it doesn’t work. Endeavor is getting a redemption arch because he obviously loves his kids, he just doesn’t know how to show it because of some circumstances we may not know. 90% of the time an abuser was abused themselves growing up, so they grow up with that resentment and they go one of two ways. They see how wrong it is and knows that it won’t get them anywhere in life if they bully others to stay on top, or they think that since they went through it and came out alive, then others should go through it too. I should know, because my dad was from an abusive family, and he turned out fine(ish… long story) while his brother and sister are pieces of shit that can’t hold a job or a home because they’re too involved in criminal activity to do so. 

What does Endeavor from MHA have to do with the Space Nazi Diamonds in SU? Well people were sending Horikoshi Kohei death threats because he had the gull to redeem an asshole, and SU fans are pissed because Rebecca Sugar had the lady balls to “redeem” space Nazis. The difference being, you can be redeemed if you were an abusive cock, but not if you’re a genocidal bitch. There’s a huge difference. 

Rebecca and the Crewniverse giving the Diamonds a 4 episode redemption arch is absolutely abominable. Peridot’s redemption? Fucking amazing, beautiful, couldn’t have done it better myself. Jasper’s? It’s currently going amazing and they’re doing a great job keeping her in character while also making her likable and even a bit charming. Lapis? Oh… let’s talk about her shall we?

Lapis Lazuli’s character is an absolute disaster. She’s a cunt, she’s a horrible friend, and my god is she abusive! Lapis was supposed to be a sympathetic character, and for a while she was. You could feel bad for her because her gem was damaged and she was trapped in a mirror for thousands of years and when she’s finally released, you understand her want to go back home and why she took the Earth’s ocean to try and reach it. It was understandable when she didn’t want to break out of the prison ship because she was anxious and scared of being locked away for another thousand years. It was easier in her mind to just behave and wait. When Jasper convinced her to fuse with her Lapis didn’t really want to, but saw an opening for the freedom of the humans and mostly for Steven, the one person who saved her from hell. But then everything went south.

Lapis and Jasper were fused as Malachite for months, obviously in a very stressful “relationship”, and apparently a very abusive one as well. When they were finally able to unfuse, Lapis was played off by the Crewniverse as a victim of abuse. This may be half true. After all we don’t know exactly what happened with them at the bottom of the ocean. What we do know however is that Lapis admitted to being abusive. This makes her an abuser. She described how it made her feel happy to abuse Jasper, or “taking my anger out” on her. She admitted to abuse and the Crewniverse still painted her as a victim. They’re both victims of abuse, and they’re both abusers. But that’s not what makes Lapis a horrible person… gem…

Lapis is a cunt… again. It’s okay to be antisocial, it’s okay to be cautious and stand-offish because you’ve been trapped, imprisoned and used so many times. What’s not okay is being a bitch to people trying to comfort or make friends with you, or try to cheer you up. Poor Peri, she was just trying to make amends and comfort Lapis after her whole ordeal with Jasper. Peri offered the cunt the thing that helped her organize her thoughts, the thing that calmed her in situations that made her anxious, the thing that comforted her and the first gift given to her by her first friend and the first person that listened to her thoughts, and the cunt destroyed it. She destroyed Peri’s recorder right in front of her, calling it garbage. Oh and the abuse doesn’t stop there, it only really began, because when shit started to hit the fan, instead of helping each other through it, Lapis abandoned Peridot and took the home they shared. Without a single thought she just took it and abandoned her, and it devastated Peri. I don’t remember her apologizing, and if she did it doesn’t matter because if I don’t remember then it must not have been very sincere. 

I’m sick of spitting negative shit so I’m gonna end this here. Personally I’ve been liking the last few episodes, but I’m not too confident that the finale is gonna be satisfying. Those are my thoughts, do with it as you will, but for God’s sake be fucking adults about it. If you don’t got the guts to curse without saying “h3ll” or “pu$$y” or something like that then you’re not mature enough to respond to this. I’m not gonna argue with 9-year-olds. I’ll only have a conversation with mature people.

[takeariskao3]

I just need you to know, that your epilogue Ginny setup is now my favorite. I love James being the youngest. I love 2 daughters and avoiding the whole Albus Severus fiasco altogether (Ruby! Can I get an amen?!?)

But I REALLY love that you gave Lily Harry's dark hair. The whole every-red-headed-girl-is-just-some-iteration-of-Lily-Evans-Potter has ALWAYS bothered me. I'll never be one to shit in people for naming their children after dead loved ones (I did it myself), but damn, let the poor (fictional) kids be their own selves.

i have so many tpfy next gen headcanons (and a wholeass spreadsheet) but my favorite one is that lily and ruby look near exactly alike (green eyes, freckles) except for their hair. and that they grow up as not only really close sisters but as actual best friends.

[scarletgardensrpg]

UNDEAD ♦ THIRTY-SEVEN ♦ ASCENDANCY

CECILE BUCHANAN is the Resurrector of the Ascendancy and second-in-command to De Dominee. Killed and resurrected by Nikolaas in the Red Room, Cecile is the first recorded Undead to walk the Earth. The circumstances of her death and revival are peculiar and scientifically unreplicable thus far—the product of extensive experimentation prior to her exposure to the 197th iteration of PM-GRNT, her body reacted to the chemical abnormally by simultaneously killing, then reviving her as a semi-conscious rotbeest following consumption of Nikolaas' blood. This genetic anonmaly, wherein she never developed a true rotbeest state, enables her to survive without PM-GRNT 197. She and her brother, Evander, are responsible for the initial Scarlet Death.

BIOGRAPHY

tw: gore, implied animal cruelty

At fifteen, she was already vicious. The dog's fucking dead, what am I supposed to do about it? Revive it? She was still in her Sunday clothes: Valentino kitten heels and a jumpsuit the color of wet ink. Six rubies and a rosario dangled from her ears. By the quiet, seething look in Julian's eyes, she knew it was taking everything in his power not to rip them out. They stood opposite of one another in the foyer, six unbreachable feet between sister and brother. Mr. and Mrs. Buchanan were God knows where. Evander was drinking on the beach. And the Dobermann was dead. Don't be a baby, Jules, Cecile said, and turned to go, pleasure heavy in her gut. You have others. She'd do anything to hurt Julian, if it meant that pretty expression would bloom on his face: wrath, spreading like blood in water.

- ❀ -

It came down to three things: she was a bastard, she was a girl, and she was second-born. Senator Buchanan made his preferences clear, and that preference burned through every designer dress, every blank check, every Maserati and summer house in the Hamptons. What good was it to look good, live well, when every nice thing felt like an IOU to Julian? Why pander to her older half-brother when he already looked at her with cold, patronizing eyes, as if she were a particularly troublesome dog to keep on a tight leash? Maybe Evander could live like that, hanging onto his every word and lolling after him mindlessly—but Cecile could not swallow the indignity of it. Her girlhood was one turbulence after another: the burn of her cheek where her stepmother struck it, the noxious silence of every family dinner, the freezing bath tile against her knees when she would bite down on her knuckle to keep from screaming. She would grow into a cruel, mean girl. A bitch. She would prowl boarding school halls at midnight with predatory calm, one hand gripping a bucket of gasoline; the other a lighter and match. You're making it worse for yourself, Evander said, after the third expulsion. Is getting kicked out for arson your grand strategy for earning Papa's approval? But by then, she was just angry. She was just trying to kick hard before going under. Fuck Papa's approval, Cecile said, and rolled herself another joint.

Eventually, Papa ran out of ideas. He met with doctors, businessmen, then a scientist and lawyer, both young. Harvard brats, Cecile learned, one ear pressed to the mahogany door of her father's study, who were working on something that was sure to intrigue you, sir, and certainly Julian. Because, of course, Julian had a place in this room of important silhouettes; he'd soon become one himself. Cecile's twenty-first birthday present was a swig of vodka and a biochemical test subject consent form. Evander had looked so terrible, signing his own set of paperwork while Julian simply watched them from the other side of the desk, Papa's hand on his shoulder. See? Cecile leaned over in her seat to poke Evander in the cheek with a single manicured nail. We're the same in this family's eyes. Disposable vermin. Terrible, harsh silence. She was looking at Julian, and found all of it unspeakably funny. Twenty-one years of Cecile's best efforts at nightmarish behavior—and here he was, winning in a landslide. Even she couldn't have dreamed up something so cruel. She was drunk on rage. She was dizzy with fury. And yet, when she addressed him, her voice was soft as a lily. You know, Jules, I really should've killed the other two dogs.

Later, they would call her helpless. A young, naive woman, dragged kicking and screaming into the Red Room, terrified for her life. As if Cecile has not spent every waking moment raising hell and terrorizing others. They would forgive all her sins, it seemed, so as to make room for the greater one: for what was a wealthy Senator's troubled, bastard daughter to two people in pursuit of divinity? One was inappropriate; another was utterly sacrilegious. Cecile supposed it was the easier narrative to tell; Eve, tricked by the devil to bite the fruit, could still claim some morsel of innocence at the trial of God. But, of course, the truth was, Cecile had never once been interested in innocence. She would always go after what she wanted with teeth and nails. She would always worship herself before all others. Nothing frightened her anymore. Whatever elixir they were perfecting for Julian, she would taste it first. Chemicals, poisons, pain—all of it was but a symptom of eventual power. And, ah, in her did power rise. Whatever she had become under Nikolaas' guileful hand, it was heady and powerful and utterly inimitable. Half-beast and half-woman, waist-deep in death: was Cecile not single-handedly responsible for ending a world? Did she not raise rotbeest after rotbeest, and let the ones she adored most feast upon her own flesh until they were returned to consciousness? Later, they would call her helpless—and perhaps, in comparison, the spiteful little girl of her past was helpless. But not anymore. Divinity lived within her now. She had swallowed God whole.

CONNECTIONS

NIKOLAAS – LOVE DESTROYED, TOO. Is she in love? Not with him. With his jungle garden of a mind? Maybe. Maybe it's psychological delusion, wired into her for survival's sake in the Red Room. Maybe it's a product of dying and living again by his hand, of having known what his blood tasted like in her mouth. Maybe it is simply true, unadulterated friendship, forged on strange foundations. I'm your one and only? She teases him, and licks the rim of her champagne flute. He is, whether aware of it or not, afraid of her. Or, more accurately: afraid of what he is capable of creating. After all, she has him to thank for a number of things—her untempered darkness, her gift for passing that same darkness to whomever she pleases with a single bite, her freedom from a past life that would have chained her to Julian. But, in spite of the wondrous creature he has forged from blood and science, Nikolaas refuses to spawn another like her; perhaps because he can't stomach the flesh it requires, or perhaps because he sees what she is capable of. Cecile doesn't mind—she's rather possessive of him, and dislikes the idea of sharing. She has followed him to Amsterdam, as she is sure she would follow him anywhere—to hell, to the ends of the earth, to heaven with a torch. They've made something beautiful since then: an ascending legion of the restless Undead, fed on a new drug that will carry them to dizzying heights. Cecile plans to rule someday with Nikolaas by her side. I'm your one and only, she says again, and this time, it's not a question.  

BLUE, DIMITRI, & JACQUES – BLOOD HOUNDS. They carry within each of them a vicious appetite for disaster—her appetite, dark and divine enough to swallow a city whole. They are perfectly cruel, unrivaled in beauty, unmatched in prowess—and of the hundreds of Undead who call her Mother, Blue, Dimitri, and Jacques remain her undisputed favorites, all raised on her blood. They are the three she looks upon with cold pride and infinite expectation; the standard by which all her other creations are measured. Do they share Blue's labyrinthine mind, her measured capacity for torment? Can they wear violence with grace and allure, as Dimitri does? Does Jacques' bizarre madness gleam in their eyes? The collective name Cecile gives them is fitting: for they are her dogs, her beasts, her children. She commands: Kill for me. Die for me. Live for me. And like good pets, they always oblige. She does not need their love, and shows them very little of her own—but still she demands their loyalty, their fear-tinged worship, and a promise to accompany her to the ends of the world. As their Resurrector, this is an eternal debt they owe to her. 

JULIAN & EVANDER – BLOOD IS BLOOD. The funny thing is, Cecile loves them. She loves them as all families are condemned to love one another, from birth to death to beyond that, too. One simply cannot discard of convenants made in blood—as much as she wishes she could. Julian, princely and immaculate, has always inspired murderous pursuits within Cecile: some ugly roiling mix of jealousy and resentment for her older half-brother that has seized her since girlhood. He has never taken her seriously. Instead, he insists on taking care of her, on filing away her teeth so she will stop biting his hand; not understanding Cecile can never be the sort of girl to accept condescension for benevolence. Now, stronger and standing on a level playing field with him at last, she finds herself continuing to provoke him, even word from her mouth a harsh lashing she hopes will make him flinch. If she is yearning unconsciously for the nod of respect she never once received while alive, Cecile will never say it out loud.

As for the youngest Buchanan, Cecile regards her little half-brother with less hostility—but contempt nonetheless. Brilliant, handsome Evander, who could aspire to great heights, if he didn't have such an inferiority complex when it came to Julian. She had hoped to make him into someone worthier when she killed him—but if he'd rather sulk uselessly in the cementary, fine. The fact that her brothers get along with one another just fine, even now, is a source of confused frustration for Cecile—and if she must be honest, once an injury to her feelings as well. They have always seemed to get along better with one another than with her—and being the bastard daughter, Cecile used to find it hard not to feel bothered. Of course, many years have passed since then. In death, Cecile is calm and calculative, unfazed and secure in her own power. She harbors some resentment against Julian for his complicity in selling her and Evander to the Red Room—but the satisfaction in having come on top regardless outweighs it. The matter of her killing Evander is also...well. Her baby brother was not appreciative of that gesture, possibly. All in all, she wouldn't say she's on good terms with either one of her siblings—but alas, blood is blood. For all their complicated histories and intertwined grievances, Cecile suspects they will always be apart of each other, for better or—more likely—for worse.  

OPEN ♦ FC: OLIVIA MUNN

[godess-ofthe-underworld]

See You Again (A Harry Hook x reader story)

wow! Part 8 is finally here! i had a lot of fun writing this part!!

Part 8

Summary: When Hadley, Daughter of the feared ruler of the Underworld Hades, is sent along with her 4 best friends to Auradon Prep she must leave behind a certain pirate who stole her heart.  Will she be able to keep the promise she made to him or will it all go up in flames?

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in Descendants.  Hadley and the plot between her and Harry are mine.

The day after Mal had given Ben the love cookies and the big win for the tourney team, Hadley sat in her eighth period class; History of Woodsmen and Pirates.  They had just finished up a unit on good pirates which Hadley came in the middle of when she was brought from the isle. She came in the middle of the learning about Blackbeard. She also learned about Captain Jack Sparrow, even though some people believe he is bad he did live on the isle for a short time before he was pardoned by king beast and was free to sail.

“Okay class settle down” Mr. Collins said when he walked in the room.

Mr. Collins was a middle aged man with a large gut and a slight bald spot in the back of his head.  He wore a pair of thick rimmed glasses that sat over a crooked nose.  He took a stack of papers out of his briefcase and started passing them out.

“Today we start our unit on villan pirates.  I am passing out a small quiz for today's pirate. Answer as much as you can.  Return It to my desk when you are done.”

Hadley looked down at the paper placed on her desk and her heart skipped a beat.

                                      Pop Quiz on Captain Hook                             1. What is Captain Hook's full name?                Captain James Hook                                2. Name Captain Hook's first mate.               Mr. Smee                               3. What are Captain Hook's crimes?               Murder ( he threw a crew member overboard after he wouldn't shut up)                Attempted murder ( tried to kill Peter Pan, Wendy and the Lost Boys)                Kidnapping ( Tinkerbell and the Native American princess Tiger Lily)                Manipulation ( Tinkerbell)                  4.Where did Captain Hook sail before being put on the Isle of                                                              the Lost?                Neverland, just off the coast near Mermaid lagoon and Skull Rock.                         5.What is the name of the crocodile that ate his hand?                Tick-tock                        6.What is the name of Captain Hook's ship and where does it                                                    reside now?              The Jolly Rodger now resides ship wrecked on the Isle of the Lost just off the opposite coast.  It serves home to his family of three children and him.  

Hadley was the first one done due to her extensive knowledge on the infamous Captain thanks to Harry. She smiled at the memories of when she and Harry would stay up late on the beach of the Isle and tell stories of their parents past and laugh at how they always went wrong.  She stood and walked over to Mr. Collins desk, handing him the paper with a light smile.  Gotta blend in right?  

Sitting back down at her desk she fiddled with the silver hook around her neck working on her drawings. Not once since she'd been in Auradon had anyone asked why the daughter of Hades had a hook around her neck.  Probably because they were afraid if they asked they'd see a side of her they wished they hadn't.

When everyone had finished, Mr. Collins graded everyone's papers and stood at the front of the class.  

“Well done, some of you were able to answer the whole quiz.  The others who were not able to, don't worry we will go over everything in the next two classes.” He held one of the papers in his hand.  “ Now there was one of you who went above and beyond the questions and gave a little more information.  Hadley it’s impressive, you know more about Captain Hook's ship and his crimes than I do.  Well done.” Collins smiled at her.

A deep blush spread her cheeks when he called her out.

“ That's only because she's a villain too!”  Percy Pan, son of Peter Pan, loudly announced.

Mr. Collins glanced over at Percy.

“That maybe true but she has knowledge on the subject that even rivals our textbooks, Percy, and she shared it. Thank you Hadley.”

Percy began mumbling about how his father was better.

Hadley stopped mid shade and glared over at the orange haired boy.

“well your dad made him the way he is now!” Hadey snapped.

“ He was a villain before my father even knew him” Percy sassed.

“That maybe true but before your father happened Captain Hook wasn't insane.  Your father cut off his hand and fed it to a crocodile, unprovoked might I add, who then tried to eat him every chance he got.  Your father constantly tormented him with clocks and crocodile shadows just to get a laugh.  Your father constantly attacked the Captain, who at this point was an older man and could barely keep up. He stole his treasure on multiple occasions and hid it for Hook to find.  He stole his ship, took his treasure and his hand.  All because he was an adult?! So yes naturally Hook wanted revenge.  Who wouldn't.  He may not have been nice to your father but he was and still is an excellent Captain, with a loyal crew who would lay down their lives for him.  He is as close to a real father as I can get! And I won't tolerate anyone who talks down to someone just because they're a villain.” By this time Hadleys hair was flaming red, taller than her father's her eyes turned a brilliant shade of ruby red and a fire quickly spread over her body as she shook in anger.

There was fear in Percy's eyes as he started at the goddess.  

“Okay okay! Hadley calm down!” Mr. Collins gasped.  

Hadley pinched the bridge of her nose  and took a big breath sighing out “I'm cool. I'm cool. I'm fine. I'm cool.”  The flames slowly absorbed back into her, her eyes returned to their normal blue along with her hair, which still held a soft glow. She sat back down in her seat as Mr. Collins looked to her with pure astonishment in his eyes.

“Hadley, would you mind sharing how you know so much about Captain Hook?”

“ummmm…. My best friend is his son, Harry Ho-”

The rest of the class gasped.

“There's more of them?!” Percy stammered.

Hadley turned to look at him with her jaw clenched and a murderous look in her eyes.

“Yes in fact, Captain Hook has three children, all of which I am close with.  His oldest daughter Harriet and his youngest daughter CJ, who are like sisters to me.  So I suggest you zip it, otherwise Hook's hand won't be the only human body part fed to Tick- Tock.” Hadley's hair glowed a bright blue as Percy sunk back in his chair. She turned back to Mr.Collins, her gaze softening slightly but still holding a hard stare.

“ as I was saying, i am best friends with Harry Hook, his son.  Captain Hook told us his  stories when we were young.” She sighed.

“ Thank you Hadley for sharing with us. Now as many of you know Captain Hook used to sail in Neverland…” Hadley tuned Mr. Collins out for the rest of the class.

When the bell rang she marched down to the courtyards with tables.  She found Doug, Dopeys son, sitting at blue picnic table working on homework.

Hadley slammed her books down, startling him.  Her head dropped on to the books as she sat down.

“ Bad day?”

“You don't know the half of it.” she groaned. “ I snapped at Percy Pan, threatened to feed him to Tick-Tock the crocodile if he didn't shut his mouth.”

Doug laughed but before he could say anything Evie ran up behind him holding a paper I front of his face.  

“ for the first time its like I'm more than just a pretty face.” Evie smiled.

“A shocker hu?” Doug laughed.

“ I've never thought you were just a pretty face E. You've always been smart.” Hadley said looking up at her best friend.

“ Thanks H.  But I bet I could get an A on the next test without the mirror.”

“Of course you will -”

“There you two are!” Mal exclaimed stomping up to the table. “ I have been looking for you literally everywhere!”

Hadley and Evie looked at each other concerned.

“what's wrong?” Evie asked.

Mal let out a long breath. “ Ben just asked me out on.. on a date!” She whispered the last part.

Evie glanced at Hadley who snickered at her friends horror stricken face.

“ We can handle this!” Evie and Hadley stood up ushering Mal back to the dorms.

WHOA! ok guys so thats part 8 DONE! If you liked this part and would like part 9 please like,comment or relog!  This story can aslo be found on my Wattpad page as well (@phelpsphan).  Also if you want to be tagged in this series to know when i up date it please message me!  

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[mcgrathandwives]

Baby Danvers and the superfriends

*I DO NOT OWN DC OR ANY OF UTS CHARACTERS*

The youngest Danvers sister is literally the baby of the group (minus Ruby).

Being the same age as Nia but months younger.

B!D has some real baby face going on and she hates it.

She's shorter than Maggie too, which does do her well.

Her older sisters are insanely protective.

B!D's been through the mills in National City from Non dropping her, to being kidnapped and car crashes.

Poor kid walks into the DEO every other week with a new cast on.

Like Alex, B!D also has a rocky relationship with Eliza.

Eliza doesn't agree with B!D's life style. Eliza thinks that her daughter isn't applying herself like she expected her to.

After college B!D moved to National City.

She moved in with Alex until she could find a place.

She has 2 cats a Bombay called Lily and a Scottish Fold called Fish.

She had to move in with Kara after getting Fish.

She took on an extra job at the Dive Bar.

She talks to anyone and everyone and always without a doubt gets a laugh from them.

Since moving in with Kara B!D has grown fairly close with the superfriends, becoming a younger sister to them all.

James- walks her home everytime the two of them hang out. If she's had a rough day, James' door is always open and the darts board is ready to go. B!D is the champ.

Winn- he was the first to meet B!D and they loved each other. They both have a similar sense of humour and both love Star Wars. There have been countless arguements as whose better CP30 or R2D2, it drives everyone mad.

Maggie- she has a similar taste in music as B!D and that was where they bonded the most. With dating Alex, Maggie's been the first person other than her sisters B!D's let see her at her most vulnerable. Maggie is equally as protective over B!D and tends to play mediator between the Danvers sisters.

Lena- B!D's best friend, fashion icon and B!D's favourite person. She's only a few years younger than the Luthor and they love it. They're normally in teams for game night, Lena is always on B!D's side- it can get on Kara's nerves sometimes but she's just glad her little sister and her best friend get along so well. When Alex and Kara's arguing becomes too much B!D always goes to Lena, they both have spare keys to each others apartments and B!D looks afters Lena's plants when she's on a business trip.

Sam and Ruby- Sam is the mother figure of the group, much like Alex she feels a sense of responsibility to look after everyone. Sam always has the best advice too. When it comes to Ruby, Sam works a lot so she can't always pick Ruby up. But since joining the group, everyone's taken on a role to help Sam out. Ruby's favourite person tho? That's B!D. She's closer in age and let's Ruby away with murder and they're the best of friends. Extra ice cream? Fuck yeah. Cussing? Fuck yes! Dying her hair? Make up? You betcha! It drives Sam mad but she knows it helps Ruby more than hinders her and she couldn't be more grateful.

M'yrnn, J'onn and M'gann- the space parents. Always without a doubt knows what's wrong with B!D before she does- mind reading amirte- they are crazy supportive in everything B!D does. M'yrnn adores her, B!D has been the most gentle with him, helping him out around the DEO and in his home, she introduced him to tea but he didn't like it as much as the brown water.

Nia Nal- B!D's other best friend, B!D worships the ground Nia walks on BC she adores her. She's always in Nia's corner, not matter what the pair of them are inseparable- much like Kara and Lena.

Lucy Lane- she thinks B!D's amazing. They both get along so well, they also get what it's like being the younger sister and not really reaching that same level their older sisters are at. Lucy still keeps in contact with B!D and they meet every time B!D's in Washington or Lucy's in National City.

Cat Grant- the mentor B!D didn't actually know she had. Like Lena, Cat is one of B!D's icons, B!D loves her and Cat loves her too. Cat has a soft spot for B!D, she could walk into Cat's office and Cat would drop everything for her.

Eliza and Jeremiah Danvers- she's their baby girl, when she was younger B!D was the apple of her dad's eye. They star gazed together every night. B!D's birthday was the week before Jeremiah had to leave with Hank. B!D felt the change then. Eliza closed off and dug into Alex more, everything changed and she didn't like it. When her older sisters left for college and their own lives started in National City. B!D was all that was left in the Danvers family home, she still in high school. When she acted out Eliza came down harder on B!D than she did Alex. As time went on B!D and Eliza drifted apart more and more, everything B!D was wrong and it drove her mad.

Alex and Kara Danvers- her hero's, her best friends and her idols. They always without a doubt love, support and respect their little sister. In everything she does, Kara and Alex are always cheering her on. B!D is the exact same with them. When she found out about Kara being Supergirl she cried her heart out knowing her sister was making a difference, her sister was happy. She threw a coming out party for her sister and welcomed Maggie into the family like it was nothing.

Though she is the youngest she's the glue that holds everyone together.

She's always willing to listen and then offer her advice.

She always picks everyone's calls up.

She brings Lena, Sam, Alex and James dinner if they've been working too late.

She always has a coffee ready for Nia when she visits CatCo.

She has a smile on her face and joke ready to go no matter what she's feeling.

She's everything good in the world.

She never calls the superfriends her friends BC to her they're her family.

Winn and James get brother birthday/Christmas cards.

Lena, Sam, Kara, Alex, Maggie and Ruby all get sister birthday/Christmas card too. She insists on it.

Nia gets a sister card or a girlfriend one (I ship it you don't have to but each to their own)

She goes above and beyond for them individually and together.