#lucy x minerva

[zqttixx]

fairy tail on twitter part whatever 👴

[celticcatgirl2]

-smushes together-

“Now Kiss”

[isabellafoster13]

This was requested on AO3 by luck and Yu_Ju, and on Wattpad by Maddy2846.

Imma try to make this angsty! 

I hope you enjoy!

Demon Lucy Part 2 (Minerva x Lucy)

Natsu stared at the demon who stood in front of him, his eyes wide and mouth dropped open. He took a few steps back as his gut twisted, making him feel almost as sick as he is when on a train, and his heart clenched painfully. Tears stung the corners of his eyes, a few slipping free. His brain was blank and he had no words as he processed the sight before him. 

So, this is what had happened to Lucy. Standing across from him was his best friend, dressed provocatively and clearly demonized. She was staring at him, into his soul, with a smirk on her face. The dragon slayer's mind quickly became flooded with questions, none of which he was able to ask aloud. 

What exactly happened to Lucy? Why was she here? Why was she with Tartaros? But, the main question on his mind was, did she join willingly? 

He mentally scoffed at the idea. This was Lucy! Of course she didn't join Tartaros of her own free will. It was obvious to even himself that she was forced into this. And, he was determined to save her from these demons and bring her back to Fairy Tail, where she belonged. 

Natsu watched with a furrowed brow and renewed determination as Lucy stalked toward him. He asked when she stopped about halfway across the path between them, "what happened to you, Luce?" He had to know if his best friend was still there. He had to know if he could avoid a fight. 

Lucy - no, not Lucy, Demon Lucy - chuckled before she answered, "what do you think happened? I came to realize what a weak guild Fairy Tail is and joined a stronger one!" 

Natsu balled his fists and clenched his teeth, anger searing through him. This wasn't Lucy! This wasn't his Lucy! He barked at her, "Luce, I know you don't mean that!" 

The demonized young woman didn't respond. Instead, she rushed forward with the quickness of Laxus' lightning and delivered a kick to the middle of Natsu's abdomen. The young man felt the air in his lungs get forced out of his body with that one kick. He was sent into a crumbling building, groaning as he tried to regain his bearings. 

He was eventually able to get back to his feet, his head already pounding from the force that it hit a large rock with. He called out, desperation to reach his best friend seeping into his voice, "please, Luce, I know that you don't want to fight us!" 

Demon Lucy scoffed, "oh, Natsu, such an idiot as always." 

Once again, she launched herself at the dragon slayer, aiming for another kick, but this time, Natsu was ready. He lit his fist and punched her cheek, causing her to yelp and get knocked away. He watched as she rolled a few times before landing right back on her feet. Natsu kept his fist ignited and raised, ready for another attack. 

As Demon Lucy growled at him, a burn mark already appearing on her cheek, he questioned, "who did this to you?" 

Demon Lucy growled again before she went in for another kick. Natsu was able to dodge her kick, but was knocked back when she punched him in the jaw. He groaned as he stumbled backward a few times. Demon Lucy's laughter filled his ears as he looked back up at her, rage clearly seen in his gaze. 

This woman wasn't his best friend. He hated the thought of hurting her, but it was obvious to even him that he would have to in order to have even a hope of getting the real Lucy back. He took advantage of her laughing session to rush toward her, calling out his attack, "Fire Dragon's Iron Fist!" He delivered his firey punch to her stomach, grimacing when he heard her scream in pain. 

Demon Lucy was sent flying through several crumbling buildings, with Natsu running after her as fast as his legs would allow. When he found her again she was on her hands and knees, gasping for breath. A stab of pain shot through his chest at the sight, but he pushed on. He grabbed the demon by her shoulders, lifted her into the air, and slammed her onto the ground, pinning her there. He then growled, "Lucy! I know you're in there! Come back to Fairy Tail! Come back to your family!" 

He held her down, his grip tightening as she struggled. Demon Lucy sneered, "I'll never come back!" 

Natsu barked back at her, "Lucy! Remember where you belong! Remember Levy! Remember Mira! Remember me, Gray, Erza, and Happy! Remember the fun we've all had together, and the struggles we all supported each other through! Remember who you are! This is not you!" 

He watched as tears trickled down her cheeks and her struggling lessened. A feeling of triumph spread throughout Natsu's body and a smile of joy replaced his expression of fury. When the woman under him stopped struggling and only peered up at him with tears streaming down her face and her lip trembling, he only needed to look into his familiar, brown eyes in order to know that his best friend was back, broken out of whatever spell that she had been under. 

He swiftly released her from his grip and leaned back to sit on the stone ground below him, pulling Lucy along with him. As his best friend broke into sobs, he held her against his chest, threading his fingers through her hair soothingly as he cooed to her that she was safe now and that everything was going to be alright. 

Lucy stared at herself in the mirror, standing in front of it while clothed in only her underwear. Her fingers ghosted over the flawless skin of her face and body. Her mind pictured the black markings that once marred her skin back in their places. She grimaced at the memory. She turned away from the mirror and looked at the closed bathroom door that was behind her. She was at Fairy Tail's infirmary, having been kept there by Porlyusica to ensure that she recovers from what had happened. 

She walked over to the door and leaned against it, sliding down to sit on the floor. She wrapped her arms around her legs and held her knees against her chest. She had been asked several times by her friends how she was feeling, but she was never able to answer. To be truthful, she wasn't sure how she was feeling. 

She knew that she was glad to be back at Fairy Tail, and that she was grateful to Natsu for bringing her back to her senses, but she didn't know how she felt about the woman who made her into a demon. 

When she was being carried by Natsu to a safe place, away from the battle, she had caught sight of Minerva, clearly reverted back to her human self. She remembered Minerva trying to run to her, but the two women didn't get to speak due to Natsu carrying her away and Sting holding Minerva back. Lucy remembered how Minerva called after her, her voice sounding so distressed that it caused Lucy's heart to hurt. 

She was confused about how she felt about Minerva. She knew that she didn't hate the woman, which confused her. Shouldn't she be angry with Minerva for what she did to her? Shouldn't she want to never see her again? 

Lucy gently touched her lips, remembering how Minerva's lips felt against her own. Why? Why did her cheeks heat up in a blush when she remembered the gentle yet passionate way Minerva would kiss her? Why did her heartbeat pick up its pace when she remembered how Minerva would wrap an arm around her and pull her close? Why did butterflies flutter furiously within her gut when she remembered how Minerva word whisper the word "mine" in her ear during one of their several makeout sessions? 

It confused her. She should wish to not see Minerva again. She should be angry. She should be upset. She shouldn't be feeling remorseful toward Minerva, sympathizing with the other woman because they were both forced into a similar situation. They were both brainwashed and forced to do what they would not have done otherwise. 

Lucy wrapped her arms around herself, feeling suddenly lonely, like she was missing someone who should be by her side. It was strange to her. She wanted Minerva here with her. Why? 

The sound of knocking on the door that she was sitting against brought the blonde out of her thoughts. She jumped to her feet when she heard a familiar voice speak, "Lucy? Are you in there? I want to talk to you, please." 

Minerva. It was Minerva. 

Lucy stared at the door, frozen in place as she stared at the door. Her fingers itched to open the door and take Minerva into her arms. She took a deep breath before she stepped forward and pulled open the door, coming face-to-face with Minerva. 

The two women stared at each other, neither one able to read the other's expression. After several moments of tense silence, Minerva stepped closer and wrapped her arms around Lucy, whispering, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." 

Lucy remained where she stood, her arms frozen where they were slightly raised. When Minerva eventually pulled away, she stared into her dark green eyes, searching for any sign of deceit or lack of genuine feeling. 

When she found nothing but regret and affection, Lucy cupped Minerva's face and leaned her face closer to hers. The pair pressed their lips together in a gentle and hesitant kiss, neither woman sure about what past events meant for their future relationship. However, that didn't matter at this point in time. All they really cared about was satisfying the urge to be together again that had plagued both of them since they were returned to their respective guilds. 

[floertoer]

[moo-shroomi]

a list of my fav fairy tail ships except some of them i have liter never heard others ship

-nalu obviously i’m obsessed with them

-minerva x erza call me crazy but those two girls have fat gay crushes on each other

-sting x rogue idc what anyone says they are gay. especially sting. fruit basket ass man.

-cana x lucy i mainly ship nalu like 1000% but also like cana and lucy had so much chemistry randomly like uhhh something LGBTQ is going on with them

-gruvia i think they’re so silly they’re sweetie pies

-juvia x cana fr i ship cana with every female character atp

-mavis x zeref literally they make me so sad i bawled when i saw their story episode bc like they could’ve at least been happy together if the curse didn’t like kinda kill her ish and he would be so different and ugh idk bro zeref also makes me mentally ill in general poor bby

-gajeel x levy they’re actually the cutest cutie pies to ever cutie pie

-millianna x kagura they just seem fruity bro

-laxus x mira i dont think i would ship them if i hadn’t read fanfics that they were in but now that ive read so many fanfics im kinda obsessed with them. they just don’t interact enough in the show

-gray x erza listen ik this is controversial but sometimes they had mad chemistry but like this to me is like i think it’s silly but i don’t think they’d ever be a couple but i think they def did kiss before

idk i can’t think of anymore rn but maybe ill add to this later

[happilychee]

fairy tail characters and light pt.2

♡ gajeel is the flash of light on a blade. swinging through the air, the zing of metal on metal. you almost buckle under the weight of his strike, but you've never felt more alive, a dragon's roar in your chest.

♡ loke is the glint of gold on passersby. a luxurious watch here, a sparkly earring there. here one moment and gone the next, shining so fast you would've missed it. you hear his voice in your ear, his breath hot on your neck. you look beautiful today.

♡ minerva is the glow of an aquarium display. blue, green, even purple bounce off the walls as fish swim overhead. admiration and wonder, a never before seen occurrence leaving her in awe.

♡ sting is the sunlight dotting the path of a lush green forest. playful, flickering, an ethereal moment. you twirl on the grass, admiring how the light dances over your arms the way his fingers dance over your skin.

♡ lucy is the golden glow of a curtained window late at night. it's witching hour, and the streets are quiet, save for the click-clack of a typewriter and the rustling of paper. a shadow moves, standing up to stretch as she waits for your return.

♡ mavis is the flicker of a candle, illuminating her ghostly face. sometimes she's in the office, dainty fingers trailing over dusty books, helping you read the titles. othertimes, she's in the infirmary, watching over an injured guild member and keeping the shadows at bay. out of the corner of your eye, you watch her image flicker out, and you wonder if she was ever there at all.

[phoenix-before-the-flame]

Ayo shoutout to @newgeht for ordering yuri for their secret santa lmao, you a real one Also surprise! Twas Phoenix all along ;]

[andrealvsbooks]

Demons

Who is Lizbeth Potter really?

That's a question that gnaws at Lizbeth herself. All her life she has felt strange as if a piece of her life was missing, when at last it seemed that the moment of answers would come, everything seems to get worse.

What seemed like a simple tournament in which she would also see her boyfriend Peter Pevensie again, becomes her biggest problem while she deals with new powers, a new identity as hated as the girl who survived and lies.

Have I mentioned yet that she now has a voice in her mind that says it's her dragon pestering her all the time?

Yes, Lizbeth Potter's luck couldn't get any worse.

English isn’t my first language, so if you see any mistakes or things that look weird please tell me so I can fix them.

Chapter 1

POV Lizbeth

It's been two days since the Quidditch World Cup. Death Eaters showed up, and someone conjured the Dark Mark, which caused chaos that still feels fresh in my mind. After the train ride back to Hogwarts and receiving a letter from Sirius, I am now sitting in the Great Dining Hall, next to Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, my best friends, waiting for Dumbledore's welcome speech. Apparently, he has a very important announcement to give us.

Oh, I almost forgot: I haven't introduced myself. My name is Lizbeth Potter, I'm 14 years old, and although I'm just beginning to discover the extent of my powers, I already have a story to tell. I have a boyfriend named Peter Pevensie, whom I met in the Muggle world. He told me about a magical place called Narnia, and I confessed to him that I was a witch. We spent a lot of time together, but one day, he and his brothers just… disappeared. It was as if they had evaporated, as if no one but me remembered that they ever existed. Ever since then, I've been searching for answers.

When I returned to Hogwarts after that summer without Peter, I became obsessed with understanding what had happened to him. Eventually, I discovered that his disappearance was part of his return to Narnia. Now I wait patiently for the day when I can see him again. Because, after all, if magic allowed me to remember him, doesn't that mean we will meet again someday?

-Well, now that you are all seated I have some announcements to make: Mr. Filch the janitor has asked me to remind you that you are not allowed to do magic in the corridors, I also remind you that the forbidden forest is absolutely forbidden for all the students as well as the first and second year students are forbidden to go to Hogsmeade -Filch entered and approached Dumbledore, As I was saying - he continued, smiling at the crowd of students in front of him- we have the honor of hosting an exciting event that will take place over the next few months, an event that has not been held for over a century. It gives me great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will take place at Hogwarts this term.

-He's staying with us! -said Fred in a loud voice. Almost everyone laughed, and so did Dumbledore, as if appreciating Fred's intervention. -I'm not staying with anyone, Mr. Weasley -he replied, -although, speaking of staying with people, I was told a really good joke this summer about a troll, a witch, and a leprechaun walking into a bar… Professor McGonagall cleared her throat noisily. -Eh… Well, perhaps this is not the most appropriate moment…. No, it's true -said Dumbledore- Where was it? Ah, yes, the Triwizard Tournament! Well, some of you probably don't know what the Triwizard Tournament is, so I hope those of you who do will forgive me for giving a brief explanation while you think of something else. The Triwizard Tournament originated about seven hundred years ago, and was created as a friendly competition between the three most important schools of magic in Europe: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. A champion was chosen to represent each of these schools, and the three champions participated in three magical trials. The schools took turns hosting the Tournament, which took place every five years, and was considered an excellent way to establish ties between young wizards and witches of different nationalities as well as to invite rulers from one of the worlds around us… until the number of deaths grew so high that they decided to discontinue the tournament.

-The number of deaths? -Hermione whispered, a little frightened.

But most of the students in the Great Hall didn't seem to share that fear: many of them whispered excitedly, and even I was more interested in hearing more about the Tournament than worrying about deaths that had occurred over a hundred years ago.

-In all this time there have been several attempts to hold the Tournament again -Dumbledore continued -none of which were very successful. However, our departments of International Magical Cooperation and Magical Sports and Games have decided that now is a good time to try again. We have worked flat out this summer to make sure that this time no champion is in mortal danger.

I'm going to try it! -said Fred Weasley, his face lighting up with excitement at the prospect of such glory and riches. He must not have been the only one who was imagining himself as Hogwarts champion. At every table, I saw students looking at Dumbledore with rapturous expressions, or whispering to their neighbors in utter excitement. But Dumbledore spoke again, and the Great Dining Hall fell silent once more. -Although I imagine you are all eager to take home the Triwizard Tournament Cup -he said -the Headmasters of the three participating schools, in agreement with the Ministry of Magic, have decided to place an age restriction on this year's contestants. Only students who are of the required age (seventeen years of age or older) will be allowed to propose themselves for consideration. This -Dumbledore raised his voice slightly as some people made noises of protest in response to his last words, especially the Weasley twins, who seemed suddenly furious- is a measure we deem necessary since the tasks of the Tournament will be difficult and dangerous, no matter how many precautions we take, and it is highly unlikely that students below the sixth and seventh years will be able to cope with them. I will personally make sure that no student under that age cheats our impartial judge to become Hogwarts champion -His light blue eyes sparkled especially brightly as he winked at Fred and George's faces, which showed an expression of defiance. So, please don't waste your time introducing yourselves if you are under seventeen. Now without further ado, let the Beauxbatons students enter!

Suddenly, the huge doors of the Great Hall opened with a solemn echo, and the murmur of students faded into an expectant silence. In walked a group of girls in elegant sky-blue uniforms, their cloaks billowing softly as they passed, as if a mysterious wind were surrounding them. Each of them moved with impeccable grace and amazing synchronization, performing a delicate and harmonious dance that caught everyone's attention. Their movements were smooth, and each gesture carefully calculated. It was impossible to look away. As the show progressed, I could see some of the students begin to blush, enraptured. Ron, in particular, was completely mesmerized, his cheeks taking on a bright red color that went unnoticed by anyone. Hermione, the twins and I couldn't hold back a laugh at his expression, a mixture of admiration and rapture that made him seem completely oblivious to our surroundings.

When the students finished their presentation, a huge woman appeared behind them and started walking towards Dumbledore. In all my life I had only ever seen one person as gigantic as that woman, and that was Hagrid. It seemed to me that they were exactly the same height, but even so (and maybe because I was used to Hagrid) that woman seemed even bigger. Taking a few steps, she stepped fully into the area illuminated by the dining room light, and it revealed a beautiful face with dark skin, large black crystalline eyes, and a sharp nose. She wore her hair tied back at the base of her neck in a shiny bun. Her robes were black satin, and a multitude of opal beads glittered around her throat and on her thick fingers. Dumbledore began to applaud. The students, imitating their headmaster, clapped as well, many of them standing on tiptoe to get a better look at the woman. Smiling graciously, she advanced toward Dumbledore and extended a glistening hand. Though Dumbledore was tall, he barely had to bend down to kiss it. -My dear Madame Maxime -he said -welcome to Hogwarts. -Dumbledog -Madame Maxime replied, her voice deep- I hope you are well. -In excellent form, thank you -Dumbledore replied.

Without another word Dumbledore directed the Beauxbatons students to sit at the Ravenclaw table while Madame Maxime sat at one of the free seats at the teachers' table. -Now, our friends from the north, let us welcome the proud students of Dumstrangs and their headmaster Igor Karkarov - said Dumbledore. For the second time, the doors of the Great Dining Hall opened, and this time they revealed a group of burly, imposing-looking young men. They were tall, with serious faces and intense gazes, and they moved forward in an intimidating line. Every step they took echoed off the ground, and with calculated movements, they tapped their staffs in unison. In perfect synchronization, they traced figures in the air with flames that seemed to emanate from their staffs, forming orange and golden sparkles that illuminated their faces and gave the place an almost mystical aura. Leading them was a man of sinister bearing, who wore on his shoulders a cloak of singular skin, smooth and of a silvery tone that reflected the light as if it were made of pure metal. His hair, of the same silver hue, fell in an orderly fashion.

-Dumbledore! -he shouted effusively as he climbed the slope- How are you, my old companion, how are you? -Splendidly, thank you, Professor Karkarov! -Dumbledore replied. Karkarov had a pasty, affected voice. He was tall and thin like Dumbledore, but his white hair was short, and his goatee (which ended in a small curl) did not quite conceal his weakly pronounced chin. Arriving before Dumbledore, he shook hands with him. -Old Hogwarts -he said, looking up at the dining room ceiling and smiling. His teeth were quite yellow, and notice that the smile did not include his eyes, which kept their cunning, cold expression- It's great to be here, it's great….. As the Durmstrang students made their way to the Slytherin table at Dumbledore's direction, we saw a boy, with his nose, prominent and curved, and thick black eyebrows. To recognize that profile I didn't need Ron's punch in the arm, nor did I need him whispering in my ear:

-It's Krum! I don't believe it! -Ron exclaimed in amazement- Krum, Lizzie! It's Viktor Krum! -Ron, for God's sake, he's just a quidditch player! -said Hermione. -Nothing more than a quidditch player? -He's one of the best seekers in the world, Hermione! I never would have guessed he still went to school! Before Ron could express his excitement any further, Dumbledore spoke again, causing the dining hall to fall silent again.

-And finally, we welcome the rulers of one of the many worlds that exist. This year we have the pleasure of welcoming the kings and queens of Narnia.

What?

The doors to the Great Hall slowly opened, and an imposing figure filled the doorway. A huge lion with golden fur and deep, serene eyes walked in with calm, confident strides. Following him, in an elegant formation, came Peter, Lucy, Susan, Edmund, and a taller young man with a noble bearing and dark hair I didn't recognize. Awe and excitement made me grip Hermione's hand, who seemed quite curious.

As they reached the front of the Great Hall, the lion stopped in front of Dumbledore. The headmaster greeted him with a smile.

—Aslan, old friend —Dumbledore said, bowing his head slightly in respect.

—Albus, it's good to see you again —the lion replied, his deep voice leaving us all astonished.

An absolute silence took hold of the room. Students and professors were stunned until Fred and George broke the tension.

—The lion... —Fred whispered in amazement.

—He spoke! —George added.

—Awesome! —they both exclaimed in unison, prompting some laughter among the students.

With a playful expression, Dumbledore looked at everyone and introduced:

—Dear students, it is an honor to present the kings and queens of Narnia: Queen Susan, Queen Lucy, King Peter, King Edmund, and King Caspian. They all come from a world called Narnia, filled with magic and adventures.

Following Dumbledore's lead, the kings made their way to the Gryffindor table, while Aslan walked toward the professors' table. I suspected he might be another judge for the Triwizard Tournament.

Fred and George, ever curious, quickly approached the newcomers.

—Hello, kings... —Fred said with a playful grin.

—And queens —George added with a slight bow.

—We’re the Weasley twins, and we welcome you to Gryffindor —they both said proudly.

Peter smiled and nodded formally.

—It's a pleasure to meet you, Fred and George.

The twins laughed, giving him a light pat on the shoulder.

—No need for so much formality, okay? —Fred said, winking—. Here in Gryffindor, we consider ourselves the lions of Hogwarts. We’re brave and loyal, and besides, the Potter family has always been in this house —he added with a proud smile.

I shot him a mildly annoyed glance at the mention of my last name, while Susan looked on with curiosity.

—Potter family? —she asked, intrigued.

—Yeah, yeah —George said, pointing at me—. Lizbeth Lilian Potter, our friend since day one. Come on, we’ll introduce you to her. We’ll tell you how she saved the Philosopher’s Stone, defeated a basilisk, and rescued her godfather.

As the Narnian kings approached, Lucy stepped forward and hugged me warmly.

—Lizzie! —she exclaimed with a big smile.

—Lucy! —I replied, wrapping her in an equally excited embrace.

Hermione watched the scene with a furrowed brow, clearly confused.

—Do you know each other? —she asked, looking at Lucy and then at me.

—Well... —I started to say, noticing Peter taking a seat next to me. With a calm smile, he took my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine, giving me the courage to continue—. We met in the Muggle world when Peter and his siblings moved near the Dursleys' house. At first, we were just friends, but over time, something more developed —I added, smiling—. Peter and I have been together for almost two years.

A murmur of surprise swept across the table. Just then, the food appeared on the tables, distracting everyone’s attention. As we ate, the conversation shifted to the Triwizard Tournament. When dinner ended, Dumbledore stood up again and walked over to a brown box next to the professors' table, capturing our attention once more.

—Your attention, please, I would like to say a few words —he said, standing next to the box—. Eternal glory awaits the student who wins the Triwizard Tournament, but to achieve it, they must survive three dangerous tasks...

But at that moment, a deafening thunderclap rang out, and the doors of the Great Hall flew open. A man appeared in the doorway, leaning on a long staff and draped in a traveling cloak.

All heads in the Great Hall turned to observe the stranger, suddenly illuminated by a flash of lightning that lit up the ceiling. He pulled down his hood, shaking out a long mane of hair that was part gray and part black, and walked toward the professors' table. A dull thud echoed with each of his steps across the Great Hall. He reached one end of the professors' table, turned right, and limped heavily toward Dumbledore. Another flash of lightning illuminated the room. Hermione stifled a gasp.

That light highlighted the man’s face, and it was a face very different from any I had seen in my life. It looked as though it had been carved from a piece of wood worn by time and rain, by someone who had no idea what human faces looked like and who was also not very skilled with a chisel. Every inch of his skin appeared scarred. His mouth was like a slash at an angle, and a large chunk was missing from his nose. But what made him truly terrifying were his eyes. One was small, dark, and shiny. The other was large, round like a coin, and a vivid, electric blue. The blue eye moved constantly, never blinking, darting up and down, side to side, completely independent of the normal eye... and then it would turn white, as if looking inside the man’s head.

The stranger reached Dumbledore. He extended a hand as roughly formed as his face, and Dumbledore shook it, murmuring words we couldn't hear. He seemed to be asking the stranger questions, who shook his head, remaining unsmiling, and answered in a very low voice. Dumbledore nodded as well and gestured for the man to take the empty seat to his right. The stranger sat down and shook his mane to get the gray hair off his face; he reached for a plate of sausages, lifted it to what remained of his nose, and sniffed it. Then he took out a small knife from his pocket, poked one of the sausages at one end, and began to eat it. His normal eye was fixed on the sausage, but the blue one continued darting back and forth without pause, moving in its socket, focusing both on the Great Hall and the students.

—I present to you our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher —Dumbledore said cheerfully, as the room fell silent—. Professor Moody.

Normally, new teachers would be met with cheers and applause, but this time no one clapped, neither the professors nor the students, except for Hagrid and Dumbledore. The sound of their hands clapping resonated so sadly in the silence that they quickly stopped. Everyone else seemed too stunned by Moody's strange appearance to do anything but stare.

—Moody? —I whispered to Ron—. Mad-Eye Moody? The Auror?

—It must be him —Ron said, sounding scared.

—What happened to him? —Hermione asked in a very low voice—. What happened to his face?

—I don't know —Ron replied, watching Moody with fascination.

Moody seemed completely indifferent to this cold reception. Ignoring the jug of pumpkin juice in front of him, he rummaged again in his traveling cloak, pulled out a flask, and took a long swig from its contents. As he lifted his arm to drink, the cloak lifted a few inches off the ground, and I saw, from under the table, part of a wooden leg ending in a claw.

Dumbledore cleared his throat again.

—... just to clarify the procedure we will be following. But first, for those of you who don't know them, allow me to introduce Mr. Bartemius Crouch, director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation —there was a hint of polite applause—, and Mr. Ludo Bagman, director of the Department of Magical Games and Sports— They applauded much more for Bagman than for Crouch, perhaps due to his fame as a Quidditch Beater, or perhaps simply because he looked much friendlier. Bagman acknowledged the applause with a jovial wave of his hand, while Bartemius Crouch neither waved nor smiled when presented. Remembering him in his immaculate suit at the Quidditch World Cup, Harry thought the wizard’s robe didn’t suit him. His bristle mustache and the straight part in his hair looked very odd next to Dumbledore’s long, white hair and beard—. Messrs. Bagman and Crouch have been working tirelessly over the past few months on preparations for the Triwizard Tournament —Dumbledore continued—, and they will be with me, along with Professor Karkaroff, Madame Maxime, and His Majesty, Aslan, on the panel that will judge the champions' efforts.

At the mention of the word "champions," the students' attention increased even more, dispelling the tension that Moody's entrance had caused. Perhaps Dumbledore sensed the sudden silence because he smiled as he said: —Mr. Filch, if you would be so kind as to bring the chest...

Filch, who had gone unnoticed but was paying attention in a corner of the Great Hall, approached Dumbledore with a large wooden box studded with jewels. It looked extraordinarily old. Murmurs of interest and excitement rose among the students. Dennis Creevey stood on his chair to see better, but he was so small that his head barely popped above the others.

—Mr. Crouch and Mr. Bagman have already examined the instructions for the trials that the champions will have to face —Dumbledore said as Filch carefully placed the chest on the table in front of him—, and they have arranged all the necessary preparations for them. There will be three trials, spaced throughout the school year, that will measure the champions in many different aspects: their magical abilities, their daring, their deductive skills, and, of course, their ability to face danger. At the mention of this last word, an absolute silence fell over the Great Hall, and no one seemed to breathe.

—As you all know, three champions compete in the Tournament —Dumbledore continued calmly—, one from each participating school. The perfection with which they carry out each of the trials will be scored, and the champion who has obtained the highest score after the third task will win the Triwizard Cup. The champions will be chosen by an impartial judge: the Goblet of Fire.

Dumbledore took out his wand and tapped it three times on the top of the chest. The lid slowly creaked open. Dumbledore reached in to pull out a large chalice, roughly carved from wood. It wouldn't have drawn attention if it weren't for the trembling bluish-white flames that filled it to the brim. Dumbledore closed the chest and carefully placed the chalice on top so that everyone present could see it well.

—Anyone who wants to volunteer as a champion must write their name and the name of their school on a piece of parchment in clear handwriting and toss it into the chalice —Dumbledore explained—. The aspiring champions have four days to do this. Then, on Halloween night, the chalice will give us the names of the three champions it deems most worthy to represent their schools. Tonight, the chalice will be displayed in the entrance hall, accessible to all those who wish to compete. To ensure that no underage student succumbs to temptation —Dumbledore continued—, I will draw an age line around the Goblet of Fire once we have placed it in the entrance hall. No one under the age of seventeen will be able to cross the line. Lastly, I want to emphasize to all who are thinking of competing that careful consideration must be given before entering the Tournament. When the Goblet of Fire has selected a champion, he or she will be obliged to continue in the Tournament until the end. By putting your name in the Goblet of Fire, you are signing a binding magical contract. Once turned into a champion, no one can back out. So you must be very sure before offering your candidacy. And now it seems to me that it is time to go to bed. Good night, everyone.

As we all stood up, I took Peter's hand and quickly led him to a more secluded corner of the hallway. Without thinking twice, I hugged him tightly.

—I’ve missed you so much, Peter. I’m glad you’re here —I whispered without pulling away from him.

—I’ve missed you too, Beth, more than you can imagine. I love Narnia, but… by Aslan, I’ve never missed anyone so much —he replied. Hearing him call me by that nickname he only used filled me with warmth.

—How have you been? I can’t wait for you to tell me everything…

But before I could continue, Susan appeared with a soft smile.

—I’m sorry to interrupt, but Aslan wants to talk to us, Peter. It’s great to see you again, Lizzie.

—Su! I’m excited to see you too —I exclaimed, happy. I had forged a good friendship with her during the summers at the Dursleys' house.

—I’ll see you later, okay? —Peter said, though it was clear he wasn’t very happy to have to interrupt our conversation.

—Sure, don’t worry. Besides, I have to go show a new girl around the castle. We have the whole year to catch up —I replied, smiling as I caressed his hands.

We said goodbye with one last exchange of glances, and I headed off to find Professor McGonagall for instructions on where to find the new student. As I walked, I thought about how promising this fourth year looked.

[ace-of-fairytail]

[thedragonqueen1998]

Man, the Shaun one could actually be an awesome Assassin's Creed game irl.

Clay's one could be really cool. Sequel to the Animus dating sim fic perhaps? XD

Weird idea but.

What if instead of Desmond another one of the modern day characters was the protagonist?

The plot stays roughly the same, with only a few adjustments to accomodate the new main character.

The easiest one would be Shaun, because it would just be him finally getting to use the Animus, except that rather than focusing on only one ancestor he would be switching between various ancestors of his who had something to do with the plot and putting their individual experiences together like some sort of puzzle to find out what he needs. The various stories of his ancestors would be treated as a sort of anthology, with the player being able to choose which story to play through without having to follow a linear timeline, + there would be a conspiracy board in the modern day storyline for you to put the clues you've found together and find the location of the apple, at which point you're going to have one final mission in the modern day that requires you to use everything you've learned from your ancestors to survive.

For this plot to work Desmond would have to be either incapacitated by the bleeding effect (to the point that he can no longer use the Animus himself) of straight up dead (this last option would also mean that Lucy will be absent from the plot, + maybe Shaun will have to find Desmond's son Elijah, and the ending gives you the choice between sacrificing either him or the world).

For Lucy:

Ok, hear me out: I did some reaserch and dug up some old threads from the days of yore (shortly after the end of Brotherhood, but before Clay's DLC was released), and one fan theory that caught my attention was that the modern day storyline was actually a simulation, and that the reason why Juno killed Lucy was to wake her up in the real world.

For the sake of this game, we're going to change one small detail: it's not that Juno killed Lucy to kick her out of the simulation, it's that she was yoinked out by someone else in the real world, and the simulation had to cover for her absence by having Juno kill her.

So the plot stays the same, except that we now also have Lucy running around in this Mass Effect-esque future trying to destroy the simulation and get her friends out.

(The real reason why the games are still going is because she's been sidequesting. a lot.)

As for Clay... the poor guy has already been through so much. He should be the protagonist of a dating game.

His choices are:

Lucy, the assistant of the doctor who's holding him captive (she's still a traitor, but by romancing her you can convince her to switch sides again and run away with you)

Desmond, the other "patient" who's being held in the room close to his, and with whom he can communicate thanks to a very convenient vent which connects their rooms (if you make the right decisions while romancing him you can save both him and the world at the end of the game)

Rebecca, one of the assassins sent to rescue him and an absolute sweetheart (the best choice)

Shaun, the other assassin sent to rescue him (the worst choice)

Juno, because why the fuck not (the even worse choice) (only unlockable by rejecting everybody else)

Poly relationships are an option, and you will get unique dialogue based on the partner combinations you choose.

Rebecca should just get Prototype-style powers and go ape shit.

The plot? Fuck the plot. My girl disguised herself as Mr.Rikkin, walked through the front door and to the main servres (or whatever, idk how technology works), hacked the shit out of them and bankrupted Abstergo, + released all the dirt about the Templars to boot.

The rest of the game is her using her powers to swing around Spiderman style, only occasionally stopping to pet dogs and do wacky side quests.

[alloftheimaginesblog]

an old friend, a new start part ii {remus lupin}

plot: Fourteen years after graduating Hogwarts, you're offered a job to be the new Muggle Music Professor. Funnily enough, your old friend, Remus Lupin, is also offered a new job at Hogwarts that year.

in this chapter: you and remus rekindle your friendship.

character: remus lupin x female reader

note: 6k words

PART ONE

It was surprising how easy it was, how normal it was to be here again and be with him. Remus had always made things easy, he made people feel comfortable it's why you already knew he was a good professor. He was exactly the right kind of soft that students would respond well to.

The first thing you did was give Remus a tour of your classroom, "It's not set up yet but can you imagine the vision?" You said after giving him an in depth explanation of everything you wanted to do with it. Remus smiled at your passion. You had always had this passion for music ever since you were a teenager, always singing and playing music for the group, introducing them to your favourite bands and songs. Remus missed that; he missed your music.

"First lesson, we're delving into the different periods of music and I'm going to introduce them to the Beatles."

Remus laughed, "Remember when you first brought the Beatles into Sirius's life?" You grinned at the memory.

"What's that?" Sirius frowned, hearing the music you were playing from the turntable, "Is that music? Is this some Muggle invention?"

"It's called a record player," Remus told him, "It's (y/n)'s. Plays music."

"Is that circle thing music?"

You laughed, "Yeah, that's a record. It has music in the grooves." You stopped the music to take the disk off to show him. Sirius pawed it carefully not wanting to break it.

"Muggles are pretty magic too, you know," he said, "Play it, will you?"

You set it back up, turning the volume up for Sirius to hear it. He was silent for three songs. You and Remus made eye contact, stifling your laughter, "What's this band called?" Sirius asked eventually.

"The Beatles. Band with 4 men in it; Paul, John, George and Ringo... What do you think?"

"I think... I love it..."

And from there developed Sirius's new personality. It wasn't long before he was screaming out the lyrics to Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds as he danced around the common room.

"It became his personality for a few weeks, didn't it?" You and Remus shared a laugh, "Remember McGonagall put a silence charm on him so she could get through half a lesson without him singing I Wanna Hold Your Hand."

Remus's smile was wide, reaching his eyes making them light up, aglow with delight. You could tell that rarely happened anymore. You loved to see it. He looked five years younger when he smiled, not that he was particularly old as you were both in your early thirties but... he was tired.

It was then a clock chimed on the wall of your classroom. The two of you looked to it, "Oh, shall we head to the Great Hall?" You asked him, "Dinner will be served shortly." So the two of you walked to the Great Hall together, pointing at things on your way.

"Remember when we hid in that cupboard to watch Lily and James have their first kiss."

"That's the classroom used for the first time we all had detention together."

"Oh god, they've still never gotten rid of that god awful painting-" "Hey!" The painting yelled at you which made you give a sheepish, "Sorry" as Rem laughed behind you.

You found the Great Hall, it was indeed like riding a bike, you never really forgot how to get places and the more you explored, the more you remembered. Minerva smiled widely upon seeing you both laughing as you walked into the hall. She gestured to two seats beside Snape as the children began to funnel into the hall. It was then you noticed someone.

"Hagrid?" You beamed, "It is you!"

The giant, who had been attempting to sit on the far too small seat, straightened and looked at you, "(y/n)!" Hagrid grinned, clapping you on the shoulder, "Bloody hell, been a while, hasn' it? And Remus!"

Hagrid's giant hand took Remus's and shook it gladly as Remus smiled and said, "Hello, old friend."

"Look at you both. Are you Professors now?" You both nodded, "If only they could see the pair o' you now, eh?" He sniffed and you realised his eyes were watery and glassy looking. Hagrid was always one to get a little emotional.

You smiled sadly, patting his forearm, "Harry's just like James, isn't he?"

Hagrid nodded, looking out to find Harry in the crowd, "Love 'im," Hagrid sniffed again, pulling a large handkerchief from his pocket and dabbing at his eyes, "love 'im as though he was my own." It would be later from Harry you'd find out that Hagrid helped to look after him, always offering a friendly face and advice, always looking out for him. Hagrid had done the same for you, Remus, James, Sirius and Peter (and then Lily). Always welcomed you into his cottage for tea and to look at his newest creature. Hagrid was always there for you and you appreciated that he was always there for Harry too.

Remus patted his arm this time and the two of you moved around him to go sit down beside Snape as Dumbledore had stepped up to address the school. He gave you both a smile and a small nod of his head in greeting. Snape's frown deepened when you and Remus sat beside him which made you stifle a laugh, "Hey, Sev."

Severus scoffed.

After the sorting, Albus introduced you and Remus as the new Professors making you both stand up and give a little wave. You could see Harry, Ron and Hermione smiling as they clapped. You were excited to get to know all about James's boy. You just knew that if James were here, god he would be so proud of his son. He would be bragging to everyone he met and Lily would watch him amused. If Lily could see him, if Lily could hold him, your heart panged and you felt tears burn at your eyes. It broke your heart knowing that Harry would never know how much they both adored him. You remembered the day you first met Harry Potter.

James had answered the door, bags under his eyes but grinning widely, "He's upstairs with Lils," he told you and Remus, "Padfoot's already there." As you walked up the stairs to see the baby, you could hear Padfoot's coos and babbles to the day old baby, "He's taken to him like a mermaid to water."

You rounded the corner, turning into the nursery, and there they were. Lily's hair was tied up, she too looked exhausted but couldn't stop smiling and Sirius, bless him, Sirius was there with the biggest smile which only got wider when he saw the three of you.

"Look, Moony," Sirius beamed, "Ghost, look!" He used your Animagus name. You took form of a white wolf who was rather good at hiding and staying quiet, hence adopting the name Ghost from your peers, "He's real!"

"(y/n)," Lily said with a proud smile, "Remus, meet Harry. Harry James Potter."

"Can I?" You asked softly, reaching your arms out. Lily nodded and she helped you bundle the warm, tiny baby boy into your arms, "Oh my god," you whispered, laughing incredulously as Harry blinked up at you with big eyes. You could've stayed there all day with him in your arms, "Oh, guys," you said, eyes flooding with tears as you looked between James and Lily, "he's perfect."

You found yourself walking over to Remus, "Look at him, Rem." Remus's face softened, instantly under the young Harry's spell and you carefully handed him over to Remus. Your smile only widened as you watched Remus cradle him. Remus smiled up at you for a few seconds, a dazed silly smile on his face, before your attentions turned back to Harry.

Remus nudged you, noticing your watery eyes, "Are you alright?" He asked softly.

You nodded quickly, "Just thinking," you told him before you both dug into the feast that appeared before you.

Over the next few weeks, you settled quickly into your new role as a Professor. You, with the help of Remus after hours, had done up your classroom. Remus had painted the walls as you made a better display area for your Muggle instruments and you set up your record player and all of the records in a nice cabinet. Classes were going well, you were slowly beginning to get your class more and more interested in Muggle Music even Ron Weasley seemed to be more interested once he'd heard some of the music that Muggles made.

It was on the second week of term that Harry Potter asked you and Lupin if he could chat to the two of you about his parents. You'd both agreed and set a time and place. At three o'clock that following Tuesday, Harry knocked on your office door. Remus was already there with you.

"Come in, Harry," Remus smiled warmly. God, his voice was like honey, sweet and warm.

You poured some tea for the three of you and laid out some biscuits. Harry chewed on a biscuit with a slight frown, "Where do you want to start?" You asked him, "Do you have any questions-"

"How did you meet my parents? Sorry, I- I have a lot of questions." His cheeks tinged pink and you shook your head with a smile.

"We have all the time in the world, Harry, don't worry. Any questions you have, we'll answer." You glanced over at Remus who nodded and you began to tell the story of how you first met his parents.

The train was already packed full of Hogwarts students. You nervously checked in each train compartment and got a lot of blank looks from students who looked much older than you. You searched for what felt like forever until you came across a carriage with a nervous looking young boy in it.

"Hi," you said with a nervous smile as you opened the door, "Are you a first year too?" He nodded, "Can I sit with you? All the other carriages are full and I-" his nod cut your babble off."

"As you can tell by Professor (y/l/n)'s first impression of me, I was a rather shy, isolated young boy," Remus said, cutting into your conversation, "it was your dad who brought me out of my shell."

Harry smiled.

You were sitting in silence, the boy didn't want to talk at all so you stayed quiet. After a few minutes, the door slid open and a boy with long dark hair strode in with a boy with circle glasses, "I'm Sirius," he said with a curt nod, "you first years too yeah?"

You nodded as you introduced yourself. Sirius glanced at the quiet boy who sat in the corner, "What's your name?" He asked. The boy ducked his head, "What? Cat got your tongue?"

"Sirius," the boy with circle glasses scolded. They'd only just met and yet they acted like they'd been friends for years, "Sorry about him. I'm James. James Potter." James stuck his hand out to the quiet boy who eyed him for a minute before straightening and accepting his handshake.

"Remus," he said, "Remus Lupin."

James grinned and Sirius quickly moved on, "What house are you all hoping to be in?"

You shrugged, "I'm Muggleborn so I don't really know anything about Hogwarts or magic or anything like that."

Sirius ran through the four houses giving a quick breakdown of them all, "Slytherin's got the reputation for being full of evil witches and wizards... Speaking of, my whole family have been in Slytherin."

"Blimey," said James, "and I thought you seemed all right!" You and Remus laughed at what James had said.

Sirius grinned, "Maybe I'll break the tradition. Where are you heading, if you've got the choice?"

James lifted an invisible sword, "Gryffindor," he said loudly, "where dwell the brave at heart! Like my dad."

Harry's face stretched into an amazed grin, "So my grandfather was a Gryffindor too?"

Remus smiled, "From then, we were inseparable. I met another boy in a class of mine, Peter, and he joined us."

You told Harry of meeting his mother after you were sorted into Gryffindor, "She was always so kind," you told him, "to everyone... except your father at first." Remus laughed, "James immediately fancied Lily and we had to put with him trying to get her attention for years."

"Did she not like him at first then?" The thought made Harry laugh, "What did she do?"

Remus spoke up, "He would always try and impress her, shout to her in public or in class. He was always very brave, your father. Lily would usually roll her eyes and shoot back from sarcastic comment to him."

"He always made us sit close to her and her group of friends at dinner and breakfast," you told him, "and she always liked us, she liked me and Rem, Peter, she even liked Sirius and sometimes Sirius could be hard to swallow but it took a long time for her to warm up to James."

"When was it they got together?" Harry asked curiously.

"Seventh year," Remus said, "your dad had quite a big ego, I'm sorry to say, but in his seventh year he really sorted himself out."

"Became Head Boy," you smiled, "I still think he was doing it to prove his worth to Lily-"

"And it worked?" Harry grinned.

Remus laughed, "Oh it worked. When Lily saw that he had matured, even just slightly, she fell for him. She was Head Girl too so had to spend quite a bit of time with him and it wasn't long before we watched them share their first kiss."

Harry laughed, "What were they like together?"

Your smile was wide as you remembered, "It was like they'd been together forever. They laughed a lot and always had so much fun. Lily was always keeping him in line. And god, once the two of them started dating, they were always kissing much to Sev's displeasure."

Harry frowned and you realised you might have said too much, "Sev? As in Severus? Severus Snape?"

"Unfortunately," Remus nodded, "your father and him didn't get on well at all."

"No wonder," Harry scoffed, "but what did you mean 'much to Sev's displeasure'?"

"Your mother had been friends with Severus, even before Hogwarts, they lived close by and they were friendly." You laughed at Harry yelling 'what?!', "Yes. There was a sort of rivalry with your dad and Snape. He liked your mum-"

"Tell me she didn't go out with him."

Remus chuckled, "No, no, she was his friend until he said some rather unpleasant things to her about her blood type." Harry knew the slur, Malfoy had called Hermione it before, "She wasn't friends with him after that. He never apologised and she turned her back on him but he always had a soft spot for her."

"Maybe that's why Snape hates me," Harry said with a frown, "he's always acted as though I'm the worst student in the world... He hated my dad and was jealous of him."

You shrugged, "Maybe yeah but Sev just hates everyone, Harry... Oh, I have a photo album!" You remembered and you hurried to your office and your adjoined room to dig through your books to find the brown leather book.

When you brought it back through, Harry was excited. He looked through the pictures, soaking each one in. You pointed out you, Remus, Peter and Sirius. He didn't need help pointing out his dad and mum.

"I really do look like him, don't I?" He laughed, "People tell me but he's around my age and... wow. And my mum! Her eyes!"

Tears filled your eyes and Remus's hand stretched across the table to take yours. You looked at Rem with a watery eyed smile which he returned, "Oh, I'm being silly," you said as Harry asked if you were okay, "I haven't seen these photos in years."

Harry looked at a picture of you and Remus where you were laughing together and then he looked at your joined hands, "Professors, this might be too invasive but... are you two together?"

Your eyes widened and heart skipped a beat and Remus's hand suddenly left yours. Remus answered with a laugh and a shake of his head, "Just friends, Harry, just friends." His answer left you feeling a little crestfallen. Were your old feelings for Remus beginning to stir again?

Harry shrugged before returning to the pictures. Your mind whirred. You'd seen the picture of you and Remus as you laughed, not knowing that Sirius had taken the picture until afterwards. You were both so happy, you'd always been so happy with Remus. James had tried to make you tell him but you were so scared that you'd ruin the friendship so it was your second best kept secret, first being Remus's furry friend.

"What were their laughs like?" Harry's question snapped you out of your trance.

You heart panged at his question, "Lily's was very musical," you said with a smile, "happy. But when she was with your dad, he made her belly laugh like no other. Her laughter was loud with him, she'd even snort during it sometimes."

Remus's eyes were glazed over as he remembered James's, "James laughed and you knew you were in for something, usually trouble but he had a laugh that would make you laugh as well no matter the trouble that he was about to get you in."

You looked outside realising that darkness had fallen, "Merlin's beard, look at the time! Dinner will be starting in fifteen minutes, we better go."

Harry looked disappointed, "Fret not, Harry," Remus said clapping his shoulder gently, "we'll happily answer any more questions you have or tell you stories or whatever later, okay?" Harry nodded, thanking you both before Remus sent him on his way.

You exhaled a long breath, "He's so like them both isn't he? Sweet like Lily with a hint of James's confidence."

Remus smiled warmly and agreed before telling you that he was going for dinner, "You coming?"

You nodded, "Yeah, I'll put this away then I'll come." Remus told you that he'd wait. You took your photo album and moved to your office. With a breath, you opened the book to look at the photo of you and Remus again. You looked at the way Remus smiled at you, eyes happy. Did you love him?

Remus called on you, "Are you alright?"

Clearing your throat, you closed the photo album, put it down before going back out to meet him forcing a smile.

The following week was Remus's time of the month. Severus begrudgingly was in charge of making the Wolfsbane for him to drink each day of the week before the full moon. He had asked you to cover a couple of his classes. The week leading up to his transformation was always taxing on poor Remus. He grew sick and lethargic. He managed to do his Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday classes but for the rest of the week, he couldn't manage to get out of his bed. Severus had taken his Thursday classes and you were covering Friday classes. You would bring Remus breakfast and dinner each day, he would hardly eat it but you brought it regardless.

The week passed slowly, you were finding that you missed his presence more and more, craving his conversations and his smiles. Once Friday was gone, he would be fine again. You just had to make it Friday.

On Monday, Harry, Hermione and Ron stayed back after Muggle Music to ask what was wrong with Professor Lupin, "Just a bug," you said with a dismissive shake of your head, "Harry, I'm afraid we'll have to wait until he's back on his feet before we have another little chat, alright?" Harry nodded, fine with that.

On Tuesday, you introduced your class to The Beatles. The different reactions were pretty funny. A few, like Hermione, were already aware but for those like Ron, his jaw dropped and he made you turn it up, "And they're Muggles?!" He said incredulously, "Bloody hell, they're alright aren't they?"

On Wednesday, you met with Minerva in her office for some tea, "How is Remus, dear?" She asked.

"Suffering," you said with a grimace, "not eating much but that's not unusual for the week before. It's usually the week afterwards that he really gorges on food. The potion that Severus is making is good, it means he'll keep his mind for his transformation."

Minerva pursed her lips, "Will you go and visit him when he's transformed?" She eyed you curiously, "As your wolf self?"

Your jaw dropped, "You know?!"

She sipped at her tea with a twinkle in her eyes, "Oh my dear, an Animagus always knows another. Just like I knew Mr Potter, Mr Black and Mr Pettigrew were all the same."

Your hand covered your mouth as your cheeks burned, "Oh my god, I can't believe you knew all this time! We thought we were so sly and- you knew the whole time?"

Minerva gave a comical roll of the eyes, "It really wasn't so hard to notice especially when James had the Mandrake leaf in his mouth for a month. The boy's face was permanently disgusted and I knew that feeling all too well."

"Does Dumbledore know?"

Minerva nodded.

"Why did you never stop us? Send us to Azkaban?"

The much older Professor sighed, "Because once I realised what you were all doing, I went to Dumbledore immediately. Of course I knew about Remus and his condition but it was Dumbledore who realised what you were all up to. You were transforming to make his transformation easier for him, keeping him in line and making sure he knew he had friends there looking out for him." She smiled, "Dumbledore would never send any of you to Azkaban for merely looking out for your friend. He was rather proud of you all though he would never dare tell Mr Potter, the size of his ego back then was already huge, could you imagine?"

You laughed loudly, "Oh yeah, James would've never shut up about that if he knew... I can't believe you both knew this whole time. Well, thank you... I probably will go and see him during his transformation, it always helped and even though he keeps his mind I think he might quite like a reminder of a friend. He's a lonely man."

McGonagall eyed you before speaking, "I don't know if you'll remember but I do. In your third year, I was teaching you all about Animagus's after Sirius had queried it. I told you that your Animagus form takes a lot of inspiration from who you are as a person and those you love dearly. Remus is a werewolf, you are a wolf, are you not?" You nodded, "What do you think that means?"

You swallowed feeling rather small in the red armchair that you were sat in, "I... I don't know what you mean." You couldn't hold her gaze. She pursed her lips and stayed silent waiting for you to come to the conclusion yourself. You already knew the answer. You loved him, "I think we both know, Minerva."

She smiled knowingly, "Yes, I suppose we do, don't we? Forgive me for prying, why did the two of you lose contact?"

"It was all too painful," you said with a frown, "After losing James and Lily, losing Peter and having Sirius to blame, it felt awful seeing Remus with that constant reminder hanging over us. We went from seeing each other every day to every other day to once a week... once a month... once every six months to nothing... It's been good getting back here and seeing him again. It's like things never changed between us. A coincidence but a great one."

Minerva placed her teacup down, "My dear, I believe in no such thing as coincidence. I think it was fate."

On Friday, you were taking Remus's morning and afternoon class. He had written down his plans for the week so you were merely following that though when you started, Hermione's hand shot straight up into the air.

"Professor (y/l/n)?" She asked with a curious expression, "With Professor Snape yesterday we were covering werewolves instead of this."

Your heart skipped a beat as you tried your hardest to keep your face neutral, "Oh really?" You shrugged, "He must've read Professor Lupin's plans for the week wrong." You could tell that Hermione wasn't buying it but you carried on, trying not to let it show that what she'd said had rattled you. Was Severus trying to expose Remus's condition to the class? You managed to get through the rest of the afternoon lesson and as soon as you had dismissed the class, you were storming your way to the Potions classroom.

Professor Snape was teaching his first years but you didn't care. You had to speak to him then and there. You knocked loudly on the door and gave a sickly sweet smile, "Professor Snape, can I speak to you privately outside? Won't be a minute."

Snape frowned and told his class to continue reading. He followed you outside, closing the door behind him. You strode across the hall, throwing his office door open and storming inside, "Oh please do come into my office," Snape muttered sarcastically.

Once he'd shut the door you'd rounded on him, "What the bloody hell are you playing at?!"

He raised his eyebrows, "I have no idea what you're talking about," he said, bored.

"Teaching them about werewolves? Remus had left his lesson plan for the week on the table and-" you pointed to Snape's desk, "he left you one here. No mention of werewolves, eh, Sev?"

Severus rolled his eyes, "Must have been my mistake," he drawled.

"Bullshit!" You hissed, "You're trying to get him exposed, aren't you? You want him out."

"And what if I do?!" Snape snapped suddenly, "A school is no place for a monster."

"And yet they let you come back?!" You fake gasped, "You've never changed, Snape. Still a rotten, twisted bully."

This angered him, "Me?!" He spluttered, "A bully?! Your beloved friends James and Sirius were the bullies-"

"James never called her a Mudblood though, did he?" Your final blow rendered Severus speechless, "Never treated her like shit, did he? You did and you have to live with the reality that she never loved you - she loved him." You were breathing hard, knowing that you'd overstepped many lines here but you were past caring. Severus's lips were pressed tightly together in a straight line.

With one last glare, you began to leave his office when Severus said quietly, "He won't dare be with you, you know... He's a coward, he'll push you away. Doesn't matter if he does love you or not. He'll never admit to it. He'd rather be alone than be with you." You ignored him and slammed the door behind you but as you hurriedly rushed back to your office, you found tears burning at your eyes... He knew that Severus Snape was telling the truth.

When night fell, you went to Remus's classroom. He had made his way out of his room and was currently taking his last of the Wolfsbane Potion, "What you doing here?" He asked wincing at the foul taste.

"When was the last time your transformed with another furry friend?"

He blinked, surprised at your response, "You're going to stay with me?"

"Yeah. I'll transform once yours starts and I'll stay with you. You always did say it helped you."

"I have the potions now, they let me keep my mind so I'll be myself in my mind. You don't have to-"

"I know," your voice was soft like silk, "but I want to." Remus breathed in deeply, finding that his heart felt rather full.

You helped him lock the door with various protection spells. Neither of you spoke much, you knew how drained he was so instead you just kept him company until the moon began to shine through the windows. You could remember the first time you saw Remus transform and unlike James, who'd been rather disturbed by the cracking bones and elongated limbs, you were fascinated. You watched as he transformed, claws growing, fangs protruding, tufts of hair sprouting all over his face and body as his clothes tore and ripped off.

You closed your eyes, focusing, and then you yourself transformed into your Animagus form. You took the form of your white wolf and waited for Remus to fully transform. When he did, he looked around, golden eyes meeting yours and he gave a low growl. You stayed, unmoving, as you waited for Remus to take over control. He crouched low, growl growing louder. He blinked, gave a shake of his head and his body relaxed. You padded over to him as he lay down, pulling a blanket from his desk and covering him. When in his normal mind, he would sleep and wait for the night to be over. You curled next to him, fluffy head resting on his werewolf's arm, tickling at his neck. There you both remained until day broke.

You woke up early, feeling him transform back to human under your head. You transformed back, pulling the blanket over him. He stirred at the touch. Neither of you spoke but once Remus was fully awake, he realised that he was naked beneath the blanket, "Shut your eyes, will you?" He asked groggily.

You complied and you could hear him get up and go into his office. He called that you could open them so you did, stretching out your muscles. He appeared a few minutes later dressed in brown slacks and a grey button down shirt, the top two buttons left undone. He sat down beside you again, "Thank you for staying with me last night."

You gave him a small, sad smile as you scooted closer, wiping his hair from his face. He was so exhausted, so worn-out... Your heart panged for him, "You look so tired, Rem," your voice was but a whisper, "so tired."

Remus breathed in deeply, overcome with emotion. He loved you. He knew that, he always had and with you being back in Hogwarts and back in his life well that just proved it, didn't it? Where you had touched left his face feeling hot. He swallowed. This was it. This was the moment. The moment to push you away or let you in. God, Remus wanted to let you in, he wanted to kiss you, wanted to hold you, wanted to finally feel you. After all this time and he was still like putty in his hands, ready to do anything you asked of him... But there was something inside him, a dark mass that stretched out poisoning his mind with the darkness. You were his friend, that was all. There was no way that you could love him back. You were out of his league, you pitied him. And then all of a sudden his face changed, contorting to one of anger and he pulled back sharply.

"What are you doing?" He snapped, voice cold and angry, "We're not children anymore."

You were confused. You'd been hoping that he would've kissed you, would've told you how he felt but you never expected this, "Remus, what are you doing?"

He stood with a scoff. You didn't know why he was so angry, what had you done? "I let myself get carried away with you like I'm sixteen again running around with you but I'm not, you're not. We're adults. We're hardly friends now, we've not been in each other's lives for a decade! We're practically strangers." The way he yelled it, voice full of venom and disgust... It was like he was cutting the tie of his one last true relationship and for what reason?

"We are friends, Rem," you said, standing to meet him dominant stance, "You don't have to push me away. You promised I'd be the one you never pushed away!"

"You're not a teenager anymore, (y/n), it's time to stop acting like it." He had turned away from you, uncaring, "So I made a promise I didn't intend to keep, I'm sure you've done the same at one point or another."

"Why are you doing this?" You asked, eyes flooding with tears, "Why are you pushing me away?" You didn't know how to make him stay, you didn't know how to bring him back to you. Could you bring him back? "Remus, please don't do this. I-I care about you, a lot. I..." You took a deep breath, "I- I love you." Your heart hammered as you watched him still. He was still facing away from you and Remus thanked the gods for you couldn't see his teary eyes and pained expression, "I know that you love me... I know you do! Just- Just say it and it'll all be okay, Rem. Just... Just tell me that you love me." There was a pregnant pause. Remus's jaw clenched. He had to push you away, he couldn't risk letting you get hurt, "I'm not scared of you, Remus- I know that you won't hurt me. I-I trust you."

He shook his head as he swallowed hard, "I think you should leave, (y/n). We both have work to do."

You wanted to fight, you wanted to whirl him round, slap him across the face and kiss him to get the message across but your shoulders sagged as all fight drained from your body. He stayed unmoving and facing the opposite way, "I- I've always loved you. Remember when it was my fifteenth birthday and you gave me a first edition copy of my favourite Muggle book? That's when I knew. I knew how much it would've cost you and I- I knew I loved you then."

He stayed still.

"I knew you loved me when we were seventeen. It was after Sirius convinced us all to have one too many shots of Firewhisky and we went out to the Quidditch Pitch and were stupidly riding on brooms. I rode mine straight into one of the goalposts, lost my balance and fell right off of it to the ground. You were so worried about me, you ran to me with the most concerned look on your face, you wouldn't settle until you knew I was okay even though it was just a broken wrist. You were so worried. You stayed with me that night when I was in the hospital. I knew you loved me that night."

Remus took a breath, "I asked you to leave, (y/n)." His voice was tense, "We are colleagues. Nothing more."

You were crying, tears making their way down your cheeks, "You really are a coward," you murmured quietly but you knew he heard you. You left his classroom, slamming the door behind him. Goddamn Snape was right.

Remus managed to get back to his desk chair and sank into it, head in his hands, "What did I do?" Remus's mind wandered to when the two of you first met Harry for the first time, thinking about one of the many moments he was filled with some sort of hope that you could love him back.

Remus couldn't stop smiling as he watched you cradle the tiny baby, baby Harry James Potter, speaking in hushed songs and excited whispers. You looked delighted and seemed like a natural at this. James nudged Remus, breaking him out of his thoughts, "You could have that with her, you know," he murmured softly.

Remus was affronted. Eyebrows raised and arms crossed, he glowered at James, "I- I-" he was like a fish out of water, "Don't be so stupid, Prongs."

James rolled his eyes, "Come off it, Moony," he scoffed, "you love her and she loves you. She always has."

"She does not," Remus hissed. He had often stayed up late, hoping and dreaming that would be true but he knew that it couldn't. He was a monster, how could you ever love that?

"You need proof?" James asked, raising his eyebrows, "You're a werewolf... Her patronus and her Animagus is a wolf. McGonagall told us in third year that your patronus and Animagus take form from who you are and can be persuaded by those you love most. You're a werewolf, she's a wolf. She loves you, you big oaf."

That couldn't be true, could it? Remus watched you with a curious expression. You couldn't love him, could you? How on earth could you love a monster?

And now, over a decade later, you'd finally admitted it to him and Remus had done what he does best; pushed you away because he was scared. He was a coward, "God help me, Prongs," he muttered, head in his hands. He knew that if James were here he would've given him a good rollicking for his reaction to that. He was a coward and that's all he'd ever be. As Remus tossed and turned that night, one sentence that James had said echoed around his head.

"You need to tell her that you love her before it's too late."

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fairy tail on twitter p7

posting these only to mischaracterise the ft cast to my liking (literally that ‘why the author think he know everything’ photo 😭)

lucy and erza r in some sort of relationship whether it’s romantic or platonic and they r both wendy’s mums i will die on this hill

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tonight we are young

sting x reader

warnings: soft, fluff, no specified gender but a manicure is mentioned briefly. rogue and minerva are newlyweds oops

a warm ambiance filled the loud ballroom, a celebration of marriage- rogue and minerva. the crowd was of friends and family of neighboring guilds- including fairytail. 

you sat alone at a table- your friends, lucy, natsu, gray, and juvia having left to dance. you noticed sting from across the room, him smiling and waving at you before making his way toward you. 

“Having fun?” he questioned. 

“Oh yeah.” you replied, letting sarcasm drip off your tongue like honey. 

“I’m in the same boat as you.”

a few moments of him sitting with you and talking passed before he asked,

“Wanna dance?” while offering his hand. 

you placed your freshly manicured hand on his calloused one. 

“Sure, why not?”

a/n: lmk if I should continue lol thought of this at work and it made sense

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This was requested on AO3 by butterflyzilla.

So, this is how Sabortooth reacted to Lucy and Minerva being together. 

Also, Happy New Year's Eve! I hope you all have a great year!

Falling in Love with an Old Enemy Part 2 (Minerva x Lucy)

"So, Blondie, you've been hanging around here a lot recently." 

Lucy looked over at Sting, who was sitting right next to her, a smirk on his face. The celestial wizard raised an eyebrow as she countered, "I have friends here." 

Sting chuckled, "yeah, but you're here just as much as you're at Fairy Tail." 

Lucy sat her strawberry milkshake down and turned her body a bit to slightly face him. She stared at him with a hint of confusion, questioning, "how do you know that?" She knew that her time at Sabertooth matched her time at Fairy Tail, but she didn't know Sting knew this. 

The Guild Master jabbed a thumb in the direction of the communication lacrima that sat on the bar, leaning against the table that he and Lucy were sitting at, "Mira let me know a few days ago." 

Lucy groaned. She should have known that Mira was going to throw some fuel into the fire this is the possibility of her having a lover in Sabertooth. She looked back at Sting and asked, "so, what do you want from me?" 

Sting's smirk grew and he inquired simply, "who is it?" 

Lucy turned her head away and crossed her arms over her chest, refusing to give him any bones to take to Mira. She was already being questioned by her close friend every time she stepped foot in Fairy Tail. She didn't need to have Sting hounding her for answers or passing on anything incriminating that she might say to the Matchmaking Demon. 

She felt a poke on her shoulder, but she didn't look at him, instead, she continued to keep her head turned away from him with her eyes closed and her arms crossed over her chest. As Sting continued to poke her shoulder and repeat her name, she ignored him, albeit making her more irritated and steadily pushing her closer to kicking him across his own guildhall, his status as a Guild Master be damned. 

Miraculously, Sting was saved when a man's voice spoke, "Sting, leave her alone before she beats you up." 

The two blondes looked up to see Rogue, Yukino, and Minerva. The three mages sat down, Minerva sitting right across from Lucy. Sting responded indignantly, "I'm just trying to get her to admit who's the reason that she's here all the time." 

Rogue rolled his eyes, sighing, "and that is your business how? Leave her alone." 

"And if I don't?"

"Then not only am I going to let her beat you up, but I'm also going to cheer her on." 

Sting huffed as Yukino laughed, "I would pay to see that!" Once she had stopped laughing, she looked over at Lucy and questioned, "although, I'm curious too. Are you here so much to visit a certain someone?"

Lucy felt her cheeks heat up and she looked away from Yukino, accidentally catching Minerva's gaze. The black-haired woman was smirking at her, clearly amused. Lucy gave her a slight glare. Of course her girlfriend was enjoying this. 

Yes, you heard that right. Lucy and Minerva were dating. They had been together for some time now, nearly six months. Lucy having friends in Sabertooth was a secondary reason for her visiting almost constantly. The primary reason? Minerva. 

They had been talking recently about when they should tell their guilds. Lucy was eager to announce to her own guild that she was in a relationship, but Minerva didn't share her feelings, being too fearful that Fairy Tail wouldn't accept them. Not because they are both women, but because of Minerva's past misdeeds. 

However, they were both confident that Sabertooth would accept the relationship with open arms. The problem was that they were unable to decide when they should do it and how. They especially didn't want their relationship to become known to the public until they tell both of their guilds. 

Lucy looked down at the table, her mind simultaneously searching for an excuse to leave and silently begging Minerva to save her. Yukino spoke again, "Lucy? Are we onto something?" 

Lucy looked from Yukino to Rogue, her cheeks still hot with a blush. She gave the Shadow Dragon Slayer a look that asked for him to help her out. However, Rouge stated as he looked her in the eye, "I'm only against Sting doing it." 

Lucy narrowed her eyes at him, silently promising that she was going to kick him across the guildhall along with Sting. She looked back at Yukino and opened her mouth, hoping that something that could save her would come out. But, she was stopped when Minerva cooed, "Lucy, I hope that whatever you are going to say is the truth." 

Lucy looked over at Minerva to see that she was still smirking. Her girlfriend gave her a wink, causing her blush to become a darker red and more noticeable. She stared at her girlfriend for a few moments, quickly coming to the understanding that Minerva wanted her to tell them about their relationship. 

Seeing that she couldn't escape, Lucy sighed before she muttered, "Minerva and I are dating." Her eyes were locked on the table. 

A few seconds of silence followed before Yukino jumped to her feet and squealed, drawing the attention of all of her guildmates. Sting laughed and raised his hand to give Lucy a high-five, only to be denied when she shot him a piercing glare, and Rogue watched with an amused smile playing on his lips. 

Minerva chuckled and moved around the table before sliding back in next to her girlfriend. Yukino slammed her hands onto the table, right in front of the couple. When Lucy and Minerva looked up at her, Yukino grinned at them and announced, "I need to tell Mira!" 

Lucy and Minerva instantly yelled in unison at her before she could take more than a few steps away, "Don't!" 

Yukino turned around, confusion on her face. She questioned, "why? Lucy, don't you want your guild to know?" 

Lucy answered, "yes, but Minerva and I aren't yet ready to." 

Yukino walked back over to the table with a simple "oh." She then regained her ecstatic grin and cheered, "I knew you two would get together! Mira said that I was crazy, but I knew I was right! I can't wait to rub it in her face!" 

Lucy and Minerva chuckled at their friend's excitement. Their attention was then drawn to Sting when the White Dragon Slayer questioned them, leaning against the table to smirk at both of them, "so, what are your sexualities? Minerva, I've always suspected that you were a lesbian, but you, Blondie, I thought that you were straight. Didn't you ever have a thing for Natsu?" 

Lucy gave him a smack upside his head, not hard enough to hurt, but just hard enough to let him know that she getting annoyed with him. She responded, "firstly, I've never had a 'thing' for Natsu. Secondly, that's not something you ask anybody!" 

The blonde man shrugged, "I'm curious. So, what's the answer? What team do you two play for?" 

Before he could get an answer, and before Minerva could kick his ass like she was visibly a few seconds away from doing, Rogue grabbed his partner by the back of his collar and dragged him away. 

Lucy and Minerva laughed and turned to face each other. They shared a kiss as the rest of Sabortooth watched, nobody particularly surprised at the new couple. 

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All the ships I ship (Names do have some spoilers)

Earthland:

Gajevy: Gajeel X Levy (Fairy Tail X Fairy Tail)

Zervis: Zeref X Mavis (Alvarez Empire X Fairy Tail

Kinabra: Erik/Cobra X Kinana (Crime Sorciere X Fairy Tail)

Cappy: Happy X Carla/Charlie (Fairy Tail X Fairy Tail)

Elfgreen: Elfman X Evergreen (Fairy Tail X Fairy Tail)

Gruvia: Gray X Juvia (Fairy Tail X Fairy Tail)

Jerza: Siegrain/Jellal X Erza (Crime Sorciere X Fairy Tail)

NaLu: Natsu/End X Lucy (Fairy Tail X Fairy Tail)

Bixanna: Bickslow X Lisanna (Fairy Tail X Fairy Tail)

Rowen: Romeo X Wendy (Fairy Tail X Fairy Tail)

StingYu: Sting X Yukino (Sabertooth X Sabertooth)

RoKa: Rogue X Kagura (Sabertooth X Mermaid Heel)

Jeltear: Siegrain/Jellal X Ultear (Crime Sorciere X Crime Sorciere)

Lyredy: Lyon X Meredy (Lamia Scale X Crime Sorciere)

Mirafreed: Freed X Mirajane (Fairy Tail X Fairy Tail)

Miraxus: Laxus X Mirajane (Fairy Tail X Fairy Tail)

RoYu: Rogue X Yukino (Sabertooth X Sabertooth)

Stinerva: Sting X Minerva (Sabertooth X Sabertooth)

Conight: Erik/Cobra X Macbeth/Midnight (Crime Sorciere X Crime Sorciere)

Angnight: Macbeth/Midnight X Sorano/Angel (Crime Sorciere X Crime Sorciere)

AcnoRene: Acnologia X Irene (N/A X Alvarez Empire)

Loana: Leo/Loke X Cana (Fairy Tail X Fairy Tail)

Mix between Earthland and Edolas:

Mystaxus: Laxus X Mystogan (Fairy Tail X Fairy Tail)

Edolas:

Edo Gruvia: Gray Surge X Juvia

Mystwalker/Edo Jerza: Jellal/Mystogan X Erza Knightwalker

Edo Nalu: Natsu Dragion X Lucy Ashley

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list of ocs I’ve mentioned on this blog before

this is just so that I know who I’m talking about

Masako

Minato

Shoto

Aoi

Reina

Mira

Akihiko

Mayu

Janet Doe

Fortune

Saccharine

Echo

Etsumi

Unnamed #1

Unnamed #2

Delilah

Jaliva and Rockwell (the bride and the ugly ass groom)

Eavari

that one oc that was a weapon of war

Harlequin (she was only mentioned in a tag 😭)

Lucy (mentioned vaguely, once again probably in a tag)

Minerva (only mentioned in a tag)

Virgo

Sun

Ringmaster

Assassin x grim reaper yuri ocs

Davina

and I think that’s all of them (cloud too, but we don’t talk about cloud anymore)