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Gilded Constellations | wolfstar x reader

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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader Word Count: 7.2 K Warnings: none Prompt: Things finally start to make sense, maybe you'll finally discover one of the mysteries that have been surrounding you This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

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Chapter 14: Maybe I’m Amazed

Monday October 25th, 1976

You and Remus had a presentation today, but he wasn’t anywhere to be found. You waited near the door of the classroom, with your notes in your hands, looking over them while tapping your feet on the ground, toying with your ring, and turning to look at the hall every couple of seconds, hoping to see him miraculously arrive. But he didn’t, in fact, it was the second time that day people you expected to see were nowhere to be found. 

You were also supposed to go flying with James and Sirius in the morning like you did every single day, but neither of the boys made it. You went up to knock on their room’s door, but nobody answered, and after waiting for a few minutes, you decided to go for the morning flight by yourself. 

Professor Flitwick saw you at the door, looking nervous and smiled at you empathetically from his desk. When your class was just about to start you sighed and walked closer to him. 

“Professor, I don’t understand what’s happening, I’m not sure if Remus will make it. He didn’t tell me anything, I haven’t seen him since yesterday and I–“ 

“It’s ok,” he said calmly “Mr. Lupin is sick, I was informed.” 

“Sick?” You asked with a frown. 

Flitwick nodded, “I believe he and some of his friends all ate something that upset their stomachs at Hogsmeade on Saturday, they’re at the nurses’ office.” 

You opened your eyes wide, that was your lie. But if the boys really were at the infirmary, then it meant something had happened to them on their stupid prank last night. 

You frowned, almost wanting to run off to see them, but resisted the urge to do so “What’s gonna happen to our presentation then? He’s worked so hard on it, I wouldn’t want him to lose his grade.”��

“You can present with him next class,” he told you comprehensively “It’s ok Miss (Y/LN), take your seat, don’t stress too much about it. I know you’ll give a brilliant presentation once your partner’s feeling better.” 

You nodded “Thank you, Professor,” you told him with a smile and went to take one of the seats. 

The class started, Lily and Marlene had worked on their project together and they went first, talking about the properties of wordless magic and then making a very small presentation, teaching some volunteers to make sparks with their wands without saying a word. Tom and Marlene were next, and they gave a talk about the dangers of dark magic and so on. A couple other students asked for volunteers, and while in normal situations you’d have been among the first to raise your hand, today was an exception, you were a little too busy, tapping your feet under the desk and looking at the clock every couple of minutes. 

At some point you decided you had to do something, so you took some parchment out and wrote a small note: 

Hey Puppy! You all right? I missed you and Prongs on our morning flight today… Remus missed our presentation too, tell him Flitwick said we could present next class. Are you all really at the infirmary? Because I know for a fact it wasn’t something you ate… Unless you actually ate something last night, I wouldn’t put that past you lot, but I’m sure that’s not it. I’ll keep an eye out for your answer plane. 

You read it over a couple of times and then started to bend it into a very small paper plane that you left over your desk. When class was over you used the same spell Remus had used at the beginning of the course so that your little plane landed close to Sirius. 

It wasn’t until you were in the middle of transfigurations that a different paper plane landed over your desk, you carefully unfolded it and started reading:

Hey beautiful! Thanks for that strong vote of confidence! We didn’t actually eat anything bad. Remus says he’s sorry for missing the class, and that he’ll do your homework for a week to make it up to you, I’m jealous! 

We really are at the infirmary though, last night’s prank went awry and we accidentally got attacked by Grindylows. We’re all right, Remus got the worst of it anyway… But we came to check on him first thing in the morning, that’s why we didn’t make it to the morning flight. Your rumour somehow got all the way to Poppy, and when we went to check on Remus she gave us some medicine and had us stay in the infirmary to check on us… so it’s basically your fault. 

Anyway, you should still come see your poor boyfriend in the infirmary, pamper him with kisses and offer him some tasty treats… at least.

ps. Since I haven’t retrieved the ones from last week, that would mean you owe me six so far…

You smiled when you finished reading, Sirius was a total flirt, and you loved that about him. When you read over it though, you frowned, that was the second time Remus got hurt after a prank, and if they were attacked by Grindylows, there was no way they were just fine, those little creatures could be absolute savages, you’d know, since one time a friend at your older school had fallen on the lake and been attacked by those nasty little water beings, she had to be taken to the hospital wing, and stayed there for a week. Of course, Remus was bigger, stronger, and a more advanced wizard, since that had happened to her in 3rd year, but regardless, Remus must be pretty battered up, again. 

Finally, you sighed and went back to trying to turn the quill you had in front of you into a bird. Not that you were doing too good at that either.  You let out an exasperated groan after your 3rd try of only getting a beak and little legs to appear on the quill. 

Professor McGonagall approached you  “Everything ok Miss (Y/LN)?”

You nodded, the air of exasperation remaining regardless, “I’m really struggling to get this right,” you told her “This is the first time I ever done transfiguration, and no magic had been this challenging for me before, it’s just…” 

McGonagall smiled understandingly “Would you mind if I got you a tutor? I know a couple students from your year that would be more than willing to help.” 

“I… uh… I’m not really that close to everyone in my year…” 

McGonagall raised an eyebrow, you were pretty much already a member of one of the Gryffindor friend groups, and the rumour that you and Sirius were dating was already spreading too “I was thinking Mr. Lupin could help, and from what I gather you’re already friends…”  

“Oh… Remus? Yeah, we’re close!” 

“Excellent, I’ll tell him once he’s back on his feet. Poor boy, he must be feeling pretty tattered up today.” 

You nodded “Yeah, he shouldn’t have eaten that.” 

“Eaten what?” She asked, confused. 

You arched your eyebrows “The thing at Hogsmeade that made them all end up in the infirmary…” 

“They all?” Minerva quipped “Who else is in the infirmary?” 

“Sirius, James and Peter.” 

“They are there?!” She asked, seemingly surprised. You frowned, how did McGonagall know Remus was in the hospital if she didn’t know the boys were there too?

“Isn’t that the reason Remus was in the infirmary?” You asked, rather confused. 

“The reason he–? Oh right, yeah right, must have slipped my mind.” She said and stepped away. 

You frowned, there were many things that did not make sense with Remus Lupin, you’d already accepted that, and moved on from it, since he was one of the best people you’d ever met, but this, this was just off. McGonagall was not the type of teacher to whom things just “slipped her mind”, and that was a fact. Unless she knew Remus had been in the infirmary for another reason, and if that reason was that he’d been attacked by Grindylows, then that would imply she knew about the boys’ prank and was covering for them, which made even less sense. 

And today was not the first time things were weird, it was like some teachers knew something that you didn’t. And it was all somehow related to Remus. And you really did not want to pry, but your mind, being naturally curious, could not stop thinking about it. And it all seemed so familiar; like you only needed to find the one little string that would solve the entire mystery, and it was just there for you to reach out and pull, but somehow, you were trying to find the tail end with your eyes closed. Maybe Remus really did blindfold you the first time you met, but instead of using the physical blindfold, he’d used an intricate web of half-facts and untold tales. Of course, he didn’t owe you any kind of explanation, and it was not like you were going to ask but a part of you really, really wanted to discover the mystery. 

You spend the entire class pondering all the little things that didn’t make sense about Remus Lupin, thinking of trillions of ways in which they could be connected to each other, but nothing seemed to make sense. No matter how much you racked your brain, you could not find the string to tie it all out. You were so focused in uncovering the mystery that you didn’t even realise when the class was over. 

“Hey (Y/N)! You ok?” Tom said as he shook your shoulder, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

You nodded “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” You said, but your head was pounding from so much thinking, and to be honest, you did not want to deal with divination class, so you corrected yourself “Actually, would you mind telling Spellman I’m feeling a little dizzy, and that I’m going to the infirmary?” 

Tom gave you a look and nodded, the two of you stood together and started walking towards the door “And where are you actually going to?” He asked, curiosity getting the best of him. 

“Hm? Oh, to the infirmary actually, I’ll just pass by the kitchens first.” 

“The kitchens?” He asked confused as you both continued walking towards the stairs. 

“I’m taking some food for the boys,” you explained, Tom nodded, but still looked confused “They got caught up in the excuse from yesterday and Poppy got them to stay in the infirmary to check on them.” 

“So you’re just feeling bad as an excuse to go see your sweet boyfriend,” he teased. 

You nodded “Yeah, and my friend who got attacked by Grindyllows.” 

Tom frowned “Grindylows? At this time of the year?” 

“Yeah, why?” 

“It’s weird, when the lake starts to cool down they disappear.” 

You frowned at that, yet another puzzle piece to solve, but by then Tom was already walking towards a different set of stairs “See you around, hope you feel better, I’ll tell Spellman where you went,” he said loudly. Tom really was the worst liar you’d ever met. 

“Thanks Tom,” you managed to say before scurrying through one of the hall entrances, so people wouldn’t notice the weird exchange you’d had. 

Once you got to the kitchens you knocked on the frame and asked the elves if you could have some food, they nodded and started preparing you some snacks to go, you asked around, hoping to find Nimbbletwist, but the elves told you that she’d been commission to something by Dumbledore that particular day. When they were done you thanked them profusely and waved goodbye. You grabbed the package of food and after placing the entire thing inside your backpack you started walking towards the infirmary. 

Once you were next to the huge, half-opened doors, you slowly slipped inside, hoping not to cause too much of a stir inside, but the place was pretty much empty, other than the hushed whispers you heard at the end of the room. A curtain was covering the boys from your sight, and muffling their voices. 

“We need to find a better way to deal with your furry little problem,” You heard Peter say “Moony’s been going pretty wild the past few times.” 

“Ehm…” You cleared your throat, whatever the boys were talking about, the fact that they were whispering about in an empty room, meant that the conversation was secret enough for them, and you were not planning to eavesdrop on some of the nicest people you’d met. “Morning boys,” you said with an awkward wave. 

Sirius smiled the second he spotted you, Peter looked like he’d seen a ghost, and Remus looked too tired to care much about you having shown up almost out of nowhere. But James was the first one to speak “Hey (Y/N)! Sorry we missed the morning flight.” 

You nodded “Sirius told me all about your mishaps,” you said as you walked closer to them, you looked around trying to find a sitting spot, and when you didn’t you resolved to stay standing “Brought you guys some snacks.” 

“You actually did?” Sirius asked with a dashing smile, eyes shining in content. His girl had brought him snacks, and she looked as lovely as ever while doing so. By then, you were already turning your backpack in front of you and pulling the little pack the elves had built for you. So he helped you hold it as you pulled the food pack and placed it on the bed besides Remus. They’d packed sausage rolls, pork pies, scotch pancakes, Jaffa cakes and tiny Bakewell tarts, Peter dug right into the sausage rolls, like he was starving. 

“Poppy didn’t give you boys any food?” 

“She gave us soup,” Peter said in between bites “It was so bland and tasteless, she said it’d make our stomachs feel better.” 

“I thought it was good,” Remus said with a shrug. 

“Yeah, you got the one with spices,” Peter complained “You should’ve said we had a headache or something instead.” 

You raised an eyebrow, “Since when are headaches something 4 people can have at the same time?” You retorted. 

Peter shrugged in response “A magical headache or whatever.” 

“At least, thanks to you, we didn’t get in trouble for skipping class,” James said with a shrug. 

“Exactly, that’s my girl!” Sirius said with a wink, then he grabbed your arm and pulled you onto his lap, you arched your eyebrow at him once you were comfortably sitting on him “You looked like you were tired.” 

You laughed, shaking your head “Yeah, sure Puppy, if you say so.” 

“Don’t think I’ve stopped counting,” he said as he wrapped his arms around you a little tighter, setting the two of you in a more comfortable position. 

Finally, you turned to Remus, he wasn’t eating any of the things you’d brought, James was munching on a pork pie and even Sirius was enjoying a Bakewell tart, but Remus looked genuinely beaten up. He had a sharp gush on his face, and another one down his arm, probably many more underneath his clothes and bandages. Just when you started to pay attention to the open wounds, and realising how different they were from the ones your friend had gotten when she was attacked by Grindyllows, Sirius spoke again “You’re wearing your ring today,” he said pointing at it as he grabbed your hand to look at it. 

“Found it in a drawer as I was getting ready in the morning,” you told him “seemed to match the mood of yesterday.” 

“Because of the moon and the stars,” Sirius agreed, paying a closer look at your ring, you nodded, “It’s very beautiful,” he said, slipping it out of your finger and testing if it would fit in his pinky, it stood out among his thicker rings, but he didn’t seem to mind. 

“Won’t you eat anything?” Peter asked Remus as he munched on his fourth sausage roll. 

“I’m not really feeling it,” Remus responded. 

“Mmm… Actually–“ you said as you placed a cookie in your mouth to bring your backpack to your lap again. Sirius took the cookie from your lips and held it for you, you turned to him and whispered a small “thanks,” before you continued to rummage through your bags, “It’s here!” You said as you pulled out a chocolate bar. It was the same brand Remus always carried around, and you’d bought a few at Honeydukes over the weekend. You’d decided to always carry one in your bag, to offer to Remus when he was feeling off, just like he’d done for you several times. You handed it over to him. 

The boy smiled as he grabbed onto it “Thanks love! Don’t deserve it after I failed you for today’s presentation.” 

“Don’t be silly Rem, you had an accident,” you told him motioning to him on the bed. 

“And where’s my chocolate bar?” Asked Sirius as he leaned his head over your shoulder to give Remus a better look. 

“You don’t get one today Puppy, I only packed one in the morning, sorry.” 

“And you gave it to Remus instead of me?” He teased, playing offended. “You do remember I am your boyfriend right?”  

“Well, clearly Remus was the one to save all of your asses last night,” you said pointing at the bandaged boy, and then at the rest, who barely had a scratch on them “However the hell did you get into a fight with Grindylows?” 

“We were trying to get some gillyweed,” Remus responded while he pulled on the paper of the chocolate bar to open it “for a special prank we wanted to do on the Slytherins.” 

“With gillyweed?” You asked with a frown. 

“For a potion,” James added “took the recipe from one of Grandpa’s old journals.” 

You narrowed your eyes at James, but nodded, Who knows? the Potters are pretty much experts on potions, they’d know. “Did you get it?” 

Remus shook his head “We were too busy with the Grindylows.”

“I could maybe help you–˝

“–No!” Remus, James, Sirius and Peter said at the same time. You closed your mouth at that, taken aback by their answer. 

“Love, you did see Moony, right? Do you wanna end up like that?” Sirius reasoned. 

“Well… I’m a good swimmer, I could scare the Grindylows away with bombarda or something–”

“–don’t worry about it,” said James “We decided we would buy it in a magazine and get it delivered, we don’t wanna have to go through that again,” he motioned to Remus. 

“But thanks for offering,” Remus added “It’s very brave of you.” 

You shook your head, “those stupid Slytherin boys have been getting on my nerves lately, whatever prank you do to them, I’d love to help.” 

“They’ve bothered you again since the broom incident?” Sirius asked. A shiver ran down your spine as you remembered the way Evan had pulled you over the railing last night. 

“Nothing I can’t deal with, they’re just a bunch of cowards.” 

James looked at you with apprehension, he thought it was his fault that Barty had started to pick on you, after all the ball you threw at his face had originally been directed at him, not at you. You wondered if the boys had heard of yesterday’s commotion in the astronomy tower, they probably hadn’t, they wouldn’t be relaxed at all. 

Sirius yawned from behind, closing his eyes as he leaned closer to you, resting his head over your neck. “You boys should go get some sleep,” you told them when you noticed that it wasn’t only Sirius who was sleepy, James’ shoulders were slumped, and he normally stood straight, while Peter was sluggishly munching onto his fourth sausage roll. “I’ll stay with Rem, I need to wait for Poppy to come anyway, I want something for my headache.”

“You’ve got a headache?” Remus asked with a frown, “Why didn’t you tell us earlier?”  

You tried to shrug but stopped when you remembered Sirius still had his head over your shoulder “You looked a lot worse,” you said with a teasing smile. 

He shook his head with a breathy laugh, “Don’t put yourself second luv, I’m fine, I’m strong! See?” He said as he raised his arm and as if to show off his muscles. 

You laughed, he wasn’t lying, but it was still funny. “You sure you can stay luv? What about your classes?” Sirius asked. 

“I’ll catch up later, it’s easy. It’s not like we have transfiguration.” 

“Still having trouble with that?” Peter asked politely. 

You nodded “That’s literally the cause of my headache, couldn’t get a feather to turn into a bird. McGonagall said she’d give me a tutor.” 

“How delightful,” Sirius said ironically. 

“My thoughts exactly,” you agreed, “but then she said it’d be Remus, so it’s fine, we’re already working together in so many other classes, he must be getting sick of my face.” 

“Oh shut up, I would never,” he said as he broke off another square of his chocolate.

Sirius extended his hands towards him “Gimme soooome Moooony!”

Remus rolled his eyes, but extended his hand with a piece towards your boyfriend anyway, when their hands brushed against each other Remus hissed “What the hell Pads?” He said with a frown, looking betrayed. 

Sirius looked at his hand, his eyes widened as he saw he was still wearing your ring, your silver ring. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to shock you.” 

“Shock him?” You asked confused, that wasn’t the reaction you’d expect from someone who’d gotten an electricity shock. Let alone Remus’.

Remus nodded, “I’ve got a small cut in my hand,” he lied “It was rather unexpected.” 

You looked at him with a bit of a frown, you hadn’t seen any cuts on his hand. James suddenly stood up and clapped, gathering everyone’s attention “Well, if I don’t move now, I’m falling asleep on this chair. Pete, Pads, you coming along?” 

While you turned your head to look at James, Remus threw a look at Sirius, who frowned apologetically and mouthed “I’m sorry, I forgot.” 

“I’m coming,” Peter said, standing up after James. “Need anything from the dorm?” He asked Remus. 

He shook his head “I’ll catch up with my homework later.” He responded. 

“I’ve got a couple of books here in my bag, we can read something while they go sleep.” You offered your friend with a smile. 

“Sounds great!” Remus responded with a smile. 

“Nerds!” Sirius teased. 

“Pads?” Peter asked, “You coming too?” 

Sirius nodded, burying his head on your back as he hugged you tighter. 

“You don’t have to go,” you told him since he didn’t look like he wanted to let go of you just yet. 

“Why don’t you come nap with me instead?” He mumbled, voice a little muffled since he still had his head pressed to your back. “You smell really nice today.” Truth be told, Sirius thought you smelled nice every day, but with some of the dog qualities still lingering on him after the previous hours of being a dog, he was both extra sensitive to smell,  and extra clingy of his human too, not that you knew any of it. 

“Let the poor girl breathe mate!” Peter teased. Sirius just groaned in response. 

“I’m gonna stand up luv,” he told you, you were about to stand, but he just stood up while still holding onto you, and once he was up, he slid to the side, and dropped you right back on the chair. Well then, I guess that works too, you thought. 

“Bye Puppy,” you told him as he walked towards his friends. He raised his hands, showing 9 fingers up and raising his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes, but also realised he was still wearing your ring on his pinky finger “Oi my ring!” 

“I’m keeping it as collateral,” he told you, “‘least until you pay up what you owe.” You gave him an amused smile and shook your head as he left. 

“What do you owe him?” Remus asked once the boys were gone. 

“He hasn’t told you about that yet?” You asked casually “says he doesn’t like being called Puppy–“ 

“–that’s a lotta crap.” 

You laughed “Yeah, well he charges a kiss for every time I call him that.” 

Remus raised his eyebrows, now he was amused “he’s just taking advantage of you love…” 

“Is he though?” You said back with a little smirk “The way I see it is a win-win situation. He gets to be all flirty and I get to kiss his pretty lips.” 

“Touché,” the boy agreed, he too thought Sirius had pretty lips “Can I tease him with the nickname too?” 

“All you want,” you replied with a smile “if he tries to kiss you, though, don’t blame me for it.” You both laughed, and a comfortable silence followed, then you remembered you still had books inside your bag and pulled them out, setting them on the bed beside him. He grabbed the one at the top when you noticed which book it was, you pulled it from his hands. “You can’t read that one.” 

“I can’t read… A Wizard's Handy Handbook of Spells?” He asked as he read the cover name from your hands. 

“It’s not that,” you added, holding it tightly between your arms. “It’s… not actually A Wizard's Handy Handbook of Spells, I charmed the cover.” He arched an eyebrow and tried to take it from your grasp, you pulled back but it was too late, he had it in his hands again.  Remus had an awful lot of energy for someone who had been badly hurt just a couple of hours ago. “Remus, give me that!” 

“I wanna know why you charmed the cover first,” he said while dangling the book in the air. 

You looked at him with a frown and jumped forward to try and grasp the book from his hands, but he pulled it back, to the side of the bed. “Remus!” 

“Am I gonna have to read it?” 

You stood up, and extended your hands over him, to try and get the book that was on the other side of the bed, but your feet got trapped with your backpack strap and you ended up falling over Remus. He groaned as your body crashed over a particularly nasty bruise. Your scent filled his nostrils from the closeness, Sirius was right, you smelled awfully nice, a little like him too.

“Shit Rem, I’m sorry,” you said standing up as soon as possible “I didn’t mean to–“ The brusque movements had caused his shirt to rise up slightly and you actually saw the nasty bruise your body had crashed against, you looked at it with a concerned frown and then back at your friend “Remus…” 

He averted your gaze, he did not like being pitted “I’m fine.” He said once he turned back to you, using his free hand to pull down his shirt again “I’m strong, remember?” 

“Yeah, someone falling over a bruise hurts, no matter how strong…” 

He shrugged, he’d definitely had worse than you falling over him “You’re light, didn’t hurt much.” You looked at him, sighing “and you smell nice, no wonder Sirius wants to have you on his lap all the time.” Finally, you laughed, shaking your head as you stared at your friend. Remus realised you had a really nice laugh as you did, he shook his head from the trance of staring, he wasn’t sure he’d ever found a girl as pretty as you. “Will you tell me what kind of book you were trying to hide from me, or will I have to figure it out myself?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“It’s a spicy romance novel,” you said avoiding his gaze, he smiled diverted. The more you know, he thought. “It was recommended!” You added. 

“Yeah, sure.” 

“It was!” You insisted “By your little Ravenclaw girlfriend, actually” 

“Nina Blythe?!” he asked in disbelief.

You nodded “Are you sure you don’t want to date her? She’s clearly into the good stuff.” He gave you a look and you laughed, Nina was beautiful, but she definitely still had a baby face, like Remus had said when you told him she had a crush on him.

“She’s not really my type.” 

“Which is…?”

“None of your business, of course.” He replied sassily, and then changed the subject “How spicy?” He asked, curiosity taking the best of him. 

You shrugged “I’ll tell you when I get to the spicy part,” you told him with a shrug, taking the book from his hands, he let you do it without any fuzz this time “But um…” you pointed at one of the other books on the bed “this one’s good, you’d like it.”

“Is it also spicy?” He teased. 

“Remus!” You complained, “Not every single book I read is spicy!” 

He shrugged “Wouldn’t shame you if you did.” 

You rolled your eyes and let out a breathy laugh. “It’s not spicy, but it is really good.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” he said, taking the book and opening on the first page. Soon enough the two of you were comfortably reading. You were so engrossed in your book that you’d totally forgotten the initial reason you’d gone there. But as you continued flipping pages, it was like the string you had been trying to reach earlier was finally there, shining brightly for you to take it, and tie all the mysterious facts into one sole explanation. As your eyes moved through the words in the book, the description of the male lead started to resonate with you…

Remus was strong. Remus had a lot of scars and bruises all over his body, and they were definitely not caused by Grindyllows, he always carried around a calming draught and had other rather strong painkiller potions in his room as well, he tended to stay away from you when you wore your silver ring, literally jumping from your grasp when you touched him with it on one time, and was also visibly mad at Sirius when he brushed over his fingers with it on, as if they both knew something you didn’t –electric shock, my ass. 

McGonagall knew he was in the infirmary, no, she expected him to be in the infirmary today, yesterday was full moon. 

When you told him that he could get the Fluxweed he said he was good at catching so he switched with you, he would’ve had to harvest it on the full moon. All the boys got really suspicious during the full moon, and the two times you’d seen the full moon happen in the castle, Remus and all the boys had disappeared. Peter was talking about “a furry little problem” just before you cleared your throat earlier. James had joked about his romance novel being called “The Beast Within.”

In the boggart class, when you got a werewolf, all the boys had tensed up, even the way Lily had approached you, constantly looking back and forth between him and you. 

You looked up at him, Remus looked tired, Remus had a great sense of smell, Remus got a lot more irritable around this time of the month, Remus was ripped even if he didn’t look like the type to do much exercise, in fact, you’d never seen him do exercise. Remus Bogart had been the moon. Remus was right in front of you, looking like he’d been up all night and yesterday was full moon. 

Remus’ nickname… Remus’ nickname was fucking Moony! 

YESTERDAY WAS FULL MOON. 

Finally seeing clearly every single thing that didn’t make sense in your head, all the half-told tales and the lies and the inconsistencies, “You’re a werewolf…” you mumbled, almost in a whisper. 

He had been too distraught with the book to notice, so he looked up at you “Sorry, what was that, luv?” 

Your head started swirling with fast thoughts, Remus hadn’t told you himself. Remus probably wanted his lycanthropy to be a secret. Remus had gone to great lengths to hide it. You’d barely met him a couple of months ago and you were sure most people didn’t know about his condition, other than a few teachers, the boys and, maybe Lily. She probably knows, in the bogart class, she seemed alarmed. But Marlene, Mary, Beth? They probably have no clue. What right did you have to know before the people who’d met him years ago? Whoever the hell were you to butt in on this boy’s life? Even if he’d become one of your closest friends. I do not want to make Remus uncomfortable. I do not want Remus to hate me for prying. “I.. uh.. Do you like golf?” You improvised, almost cringing at yourself for how stupid your question had been. 

“Golf?” He asked with a frown.

“Aha…” you continued “the muggle sport, Golf. With uhm.. sticks and small balls,” you then made a little golf swing with your hands. 

“Yeah, I know Golf,” he responded, still confused “Never played it tho.” 

“Me neither,” you responded honestly “This character though,” you pointed to the book “Seems like- very obsessed with it.” 

Remus frowned and leaned forward on the bed, to try and get a glimpse of the book, you remembered that you were literally on the page about the scars on the werewolf’s body and you instantly dropped the book. It closed shut on the floor. You leaned down “Oh no, I lost my page.” Maybe you were a worse liar than Tom in the end. 

Remus arched an eyebrow as he saw you leaning on the floor, you looked rather desperate. 

“You okay?” You nodded and sat back on the chair. “So… how was it? spicy?” 

“Not much so far,” you responded honestly “just very in-depth descriptions of the male lead’s toned abdomen from the time they went to swim on a lake together.” 

Remus nodded, maybe he’d have to borrow the book from you at some point. “And you’re liking it?” 

“Plot’s good, yeah. Very enlightening.” 

“Enlightening?” He asked, not quite understanding how abs would be enlightening, but who knows, maybe they are. 

“Mhm…” you said when you realised the slip-up “What about your book?” you decided to drag the subject away from the spicy werewolf book and onto the one Remus had instead. 

“I’m loving it, actually. I didn’t know you had such great taste in books.” 

You smiled at the compliment “The portrait of Dorian Gray is an absolute classic, it has some of the most killer quotes I’ve read in my life.” 

“Nowadays people know the price of everything–“ he started.

“–and value nothing…” you finished the quote for him, “And there are so many others, you won’t be able to stop.” You told him with a smile, “Like… the only way to get rid of temptation, is–“ 

“–to yield to it.” He said at the same time as you did, a certain glimmer in his eyes when he did. 

Out if nowhere the images of the kiss you’d had at Marlene’s party came back to Remus, he remembered how soft and gentle you’d been, he remembered how your hand over his shoulder had felt, how kind your lips had been to his, how you’d tasted of fresh berries and potions, how after the kiss was over you looked genuinely pleased but cracked a joke to ease the tension, how contagious your laugh had been… how sweet you smelled that day, always with a hint of Sirius’ scent from how close you were to each other. What the hell is wrong with me? She’s dating Sirius! She’s dating Sirius –my crush best friend– Black, he thought. He snapped himself out of it as soon as he could, coughing up a couple of times to clear his throat. 

You looked at him, with a bit of concern and stood up, quickly walking towards the nightstand to pour some water on a glass and hand it over to him, he took it, fingers brushing against your small hands. He cursed himself for feeling something when they did, he’d rather feel nothing at all. Why must you be so kind?, he thought as you waited for him to finish drinking, to put the glass back in his place.  “Thank you,” he mumbled. 

You just smiled kindly “That’s what friends are for.” No, he thought, the boys were rarely as attentive as you were, and Lily, well Lily rarely visited after the full moon, even if she always took a moment to ask if he was feeling alright. Maybe that was why he was feeling so weird all of a sudden, he just wasn’t used to being cared for the way you cared for him. He then started to wonder if you were that nice to everyone, or only to your closest friends, he wanted to know if you also carried around Peter’s or Prong’s favourite treats in your bag, or if you had ever given chocolate to Tom, Alex or Teddy, if you borrowed books to Lily, or if you laughed along Nina the same way you did with him, he felt a tiny pang of jealousy when he imagined those things happening. Remus, stop it! he told himself, by then you’d already sat back in your seat, and found yourself engrossed in your book. Or at least you were pretending to be, in really you were still cursing yourself for asking if he liked golf. 

When you noticed he was staring you turned to him with a diverted smile “Do I have something in my face?” 

He seemed to be snapped out of his own thoughts “What?” 

“You were staring,” you told him, pretending to be uninterested as you still looked at the book, in reality, you were wondering if maybe he’d heard you ask if he was a werewolf and if he was considering how to kick you out of his life for butting in on his private business. 

“Ah…” he acknowledged “I wasn’t…. I was thinking of last night’s accident,” he lied. 

“Of course,” you responded, “Grindylows must’ve  been horrifying.” 

He nodded, absentmindedly and the two returned to your respective books. 

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starlight moonlight sunlight — blurb five

Blurb Title: Nymphs are Great at Karaoke

Pairing: ex!Remus x reader, Remus x Sirius, eventual poly!Wolfstar x reader

Warnings: none

A/N: the fancast gifs don't relate to the story at all, I just use them to break the story from the info. Imagine who you want.

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Remus thought your brilliant idea for a costume would be dressing up as a fairy princess so you could be a nymph for one night with no judgment. You were dressed as a nymph… technically. What he, rather stupidly, didn’t realize was that he would be roped into a couple’s costume. He didn’t even do one for Sirius — something his boyfriend didn’t care about until all of five seconds ago when Sirius heard him say he had to leave early but would see them all at the party. But there Remus was, at your dorm door with flowers, standing in the threshold for all of two seconds before you pulled him inside and shoved a bunch of fur in his face. 

“The big bad wolf? You actually want me to go as my biggest secret and fear in life?” 

You nodded as you put on your red cloak. “I thought it’d be nice for us to face our fears together instead of alone.” 

You took  a deep breath. Your friends already knew about your plans to reveal your nymph side without anyone but them knowing the truth behind your supposed costume. Remus wasn’t sure if he was prepared to see what you actually looked like… although he figured what you looked like in human form was also true to yourself as well.

What Remus wasn’t expecting was for you to be so cute. He said such as you smiled sheepishly at him. Your ears were more pointed, kind of like an elf, and your eyes were a bit bigger. Your nose was flatter and almost fawn-like. And Remus was sure he saw sparkles randomly shimmering on your skin and petals springing up on your hair before disappearing suddenly. 

The two of you finished getting dressed quickly and met all the others in the Gryffindor common room. Everyone’s costumes were so cute or terrifying. 

“Wait,” you said when you reached the bottom step. “My costume isn’t finished yet.” 

“Huh?” 

The others had to stop themselves from laughing too hard when both Peter and Regulus turned into their animagus forms. Peter scampered up your outstretched arm and dropped into the front pocket on your little Red Riding Hood cloak. Regulus, carefully and almost hesitantly, stepped into your arms. He relaxed completely when he realized that you weren’t going to drop him and that you did in fact know how to hold a cat properly. He hissed when his brother summoned a camera and took a picture. Sirius was never letting him live it down. Regulus didn’t turn into a cat for anyone. But you were quiet and he had to agree with Peter that you did have a calming presence about you. The nymph thing they figured. 

You were enjoying your time as you held cat-Reggie and swayed to the music with your boyfriend. Remus laughed every time he looked down and saw Regulus two sways away from falling asleep. Peter had already disappeared completely into your pocket. You and Remus looked over at the speakers when your favorite Halloween song came on. Groaning as best as a cat could, Regulus put his paws on your chest for balance and dug through your pocket until he grabbed Peter by the scruff and jumped down to go join the others. 

“How many more dances do they have memorized?” Dorcas asked in horror. 

“This has got to stop,” James said, the others agreeing with him. 

Sirius just swooned at Remus dipping you dramatically before you two busted out into a disco. “Leave them alone. Look how much fun Moons is having.” 

Mary just shook her head as she took another drink. “You’re more embarrassing than them.” 

Sirius ignored them and continued to watch Remus until your performance was over. Laughing, you and Remus crashed on the couch behind you as the group came over. The music had stopped. Most of the lights had been dimmed. And a fire was started in the fireplace. Everyone was getting cozy as some Gryffindors set up a stage and a large projector for movies and karaoke. The karaoke was up first according to the party organizers and then the night would end with movies until everyone slowly retreated into random dorms for the night (early morning). 

You knew Remus and his friends were in a band but you never heard them before. He didn’t want you to hear them for the first time over video or patronus but live. That and the fact that the marauders kept saying they weren’t ready. You made Remus promise that by university the band would at least try to make it big instead of only playing in the Room of Requirement and parties. And even though this wasn’t exactly a band performance, you were still excited to hear them sing. Moving off of Remus, you took his and Sirius’ drinks to hold while they were performing. 

As they flipped through songs, the marauders — and the rest of the group not onstage — were surprised to hear that you and Remus didn’t have embarrassing karaoke sessions to go along with your dance routines. He shrugged as he finally picked a song and handed out the mics. It just wasn’t your thing. The marauders got into position and waited for the intro of the song to start. 

Was it risky and downright stupid to flirt with each other on stage? Probably but once Remus started, Sirius wasn’t going to pass on the opportunity. Besides, you didn’t seem to catch on. You were actually laughing at what you perceived to be their joke flirting and encouraging them to do more. Should they have done it knowing that you clearly had a different understanding of what they were actually doing? No and they knew it. But Remus and Sirius weren’t going to think too deeply about that. 

“That was great,” you said between laughs as you handed them both their drinks back. “I have to see that happen again.” 

“Absolutely not, dovey,” Remus played it up. 

“Please.” 

“I’ll think about it.” 

Feeling on cloud nine at your reaction, Sirius actually sat next to you. You laid your head on Remus’ shoulder with your feet in Sirius’ lap. Your boyfriend played with your hair, fingers occasionally brushing your cheek, while Sirius rested his hands on your ankles. This position was more beneficial to Sirius than he initially realized. Remus was able to throw his arm onto the couch and around without drawing suspicion. 

“You should go up,” Sirius encouraged you, both to your shock and Remus’ shock. 

Remus’ talk with the boys made Sirius think. He should play nice with you if there was any hope of a nice and smooth breakup. And all of their friends liked you. He didn’t want to divide them or be a problem so he would be nice. 

You did end up going to the stage when they announced the last round of karaoke coming up. Sitting on the stool, you picked a slower tempo rock song. When the music started, you held the mic close to your face and began to sing. The marauders sat straight up in their seats, all looking at each other. That was just the voice they were discussing.

While Remus and Peter’s voices were smooth as honey, Sirius had nice grit, and James could scream like no one’s business, they had wanted something different. Something soft yet haunting but could bring emotion and grit when necessary. They held auditions but all the voices they liked were already in their own groups or not interested in joining a band.

“It would be the siren,” James whispered under his breath. 

“We have to ask her,” Sirius said. 

He didn’t care how he felt about you. They needed your voice. Plenty of bands didn’t get along or whatever. He’d learn to not just play nice but be your friend… or at least a very good coworker. But the marauders needed her voice. They all nodded at Sirius’ words. The moment you step off stage, they will go ask you to join the band

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👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

🎬 If a movie or show were based on your fic, which fic would you choose and who would you fancast?

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see? (asking for a friend ._.)

Thank you so much for absolutely brilliant choices!!!

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

From those, Ive already used? Our guys going to halloween (some day Im going to draw them finally) in full costumes. It is impossible on so many levels, yet IT HAPPENS in my brain!

From those, I secretly have, but haven't yet mentioned... Nikolai once took Price for mushroom hunting and lost him in the woods. He had to ask Ghost for help to find his friend. Nikolai freaked out, he was on the verge of starting a searching campaign with helicopter.

🎬 If a movie or show were based on your fic, which fic would you choose and who would you fancast?

Ok, I can't put A heart here, because, this story is so much about a context - I would probably need a series to explain everything...

But I actually am a bid fan of short movies (like 15-25 minutes long). And I think, Best part of his life can make a good one. It will be very metaphorical, very 'theater-like'. But it won't need any context, I won't even need to explain to the audience, what is Call of Duty, or who is König. This story works well as an idea.

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see? (asking for a friend ._.)

oooooh, this one!!! Because at this very moment these two characters are absolutely honest with each other. Neither he nor she hides behind anything. And to see Nik kneeling down, looking her in the eyes, as if he witnesses the most important moment of his life... This just makes me weak.

“I have so much to say.” He straightens his back, takes her hands and returns them to his face. “But I'll start with the last part. Ti mozhesh. Moya khoroshaya, ti mozhesh pozvolit sebe podpustit` kogo-to blizhe. Ya skoree sam sebe ruku otgrizu, chem sdelau tebe bol`no, moe nebo. Odno slovo, odno slovo i ya ostavly tebya v pokoe. Nikogda ne potrevozhu. No mne nuzhno eto slovo*.” She listens to him and slowly shakes her head. “I can't let you closer and pretend my body causes me anything apart disgust and fear. I know, there are many things beyond physicality, but I don't want to be a constant reminder, you'll never feel a warmth of simple touch.”

Thank you so much, родной мой человек.

[beachbabey]

fancast you and your mutuals as top gun characters (original and/or maverick)

I’ll let my mutuals decide mine as I have not a single thought of who I’m most like. Maybe goose???

But here are my assignments

@thesluttyarchivist is Payback.

THE BESTEST BESTIE YOU COULD EVER HAVE- so supportive and are always there to talk to and I could just chat with them on a porch with some tea all night. I LOVE THEEEMMMM

@nobody7102 is Natasha.

girlbosses, have a kind of take-no-shit attitude whilst still being silly. They both look like they give great advice and are so fucking COOL

@sebsxphia is Mickey

very playful, very affectionate but equally as intelligent and caring, baby boy, the light of my life. They could never do any wrong. I could smoosh their cheeks all day and I'd do anything to make them smile.

@hangmanapologist is Jake

it just makes sense, IT MAKES SENSE. I get mad thinking about how attractive they both are. I’m gonna kiss them both so hard 😤. They’re also both very wry and sharp-witted whilst also being very thoughtful and kind, and that’s so sexy of them.

@floyd-luvr is Bob.

babey, is just so- fluffy and sweet and i wanna wrap them in bubble wrap and blankets and spoonfeed them and make sure nothing ever hurts them. They’re always so supportive and sweet to everyone and it hurts my heart

@rhettabbotts is Bradley

SO ATTRACTIVE MY GOD-. But seriously just so like, classic?? They’ve got this sort of classy vibe without being too mature and serious and they're so thoughtful and genuine and it’s something I deeply admire about them both!

@mothdruid is Iceman

SO UNDERRATEDLY FUNNY?!? So brilliant at everything and such a good friend even if they’re a little “icy” (ehehehehe) they’re rlly out here doing the most and it’s so hot 🥵 impeccable vibes 10/10 would recommend

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Hello, you absolutely brilliant human being!

I am pretty sure I did enough for level six (if I miscounted, let me know and I am happy to adjust!) and my requested fandoms are ACOTAR, Stranger Things, and Merlin.

My name is Lindsey, (she/her, I like boys) ENFJ Gryffindor.

Virgo 🌞, Aquarius 🌝, Libra Rising, Venus in Leo.

I am extremely social and do the best I can to find the best in everyone. I love making new friends.

My hobbies include reading, writing, cooking, floral arrangements, and the occasional craft. I love trying new foods in restaurants and my own kitchen. Also, learning to garden.

My music taste is fairly eclectic; I love oldies, rock, musicals, opera, and am still a theater kid at heart.

I am Irish and Italian and I look it. My favorite colors are turquoise, gold, emerald, purple, and black.

Thank you for being you and making such wonderful things!

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈 

𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝑽𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂! My fancast for him is Martin Sensmeier, and you can find out why, here. Your outgoing personality would do well with his. He's not a shy man, nor is he loud. I think you two would work well together because you would always know how to put a smile on his face.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Lavishes you with gifts. Sometimes they’re expensive, and you gasp when you open the case. But other times, they’re sentimental, and remind you of dates you’ve been on. 

・Is always flirtacious with you, and can make you blush with only three words

・With smirk at you from across the room. And your insides absolutely melt. 

・Always moves your hair out of your face, and if you have something on in your teeth he’ll point it out, or if you have something on your face he’ll wipe it off. Little things like that - it shows you that he cares

・Slowly reveals things about his upbringing and you want to cry whenever he reveals more. It’s absolutely excrutiating to hear, and he loves when you hold him afterwards. Even if he isn’t crying. You’ll rock him back and forth

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

The Train by James Newton Howard

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

・I Thought I Hated You But It Was Just Deep-Rooted Feelings Of Love

・Soulmates

・Constant Banter

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Fated Mates

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 You’re so joyful. You light up every room you walk into. At times he thinks he doesn’t deserve you. That he’s not worthy of your love, or your time. 

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 Cassian! This made Lucien very uncomfortable. But you can’t help who you click with. He would be like a big brother, who can irritate you at times and is SO PROTECTIVE OVER YOU OMG. He will literally make sure you’re always safe. But he’s also so much fun, that there’s chaos whenever you two get together. 

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 A mix of Cassian and Feyre. I think there aren’t many characters who exude your personality, so I have to choose more than one. You have such a sweet energy, and you seem like so much fun. 

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

This world of fae, magic and mystery, your pet is a reflection of its land. A dragon, cracked from an egg you found in the forest near your home with Lucien. You had this pull towards it, to nurture it. And within a few days, it had cracked open to find a little baby dragon. 

Lucien was stunned. Absolutely taken aback. This hadn’t happened in centuries. Dragons were extinct. Or at least that’s what everyone thought. 

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑬𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝑴𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏! You two would be such a fun time. Being friends first and then turning into best friends. You might not even be apart of the Hellfire Club - you could have vibed together in class one day, or worked at the record shop and hit it off. But either way, you both have similar personalities. Everyone wants to be around you even when you’re by yourself, so when you and Eddie are together, you hold everyone’s attention. You guys are THE LIFE OF THE FRICKEN PARTY!!!!!!!

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Calls you sweetheart. Yeah I know he calls his guitar that, but you’re just as important to him. 

・The banter between you two is out of this world! Even when you’ve spent days apart, you can come together and pick up right where you left off

・Will randomly lick your cheek, or bite you. There’s a whole scientific reason behind it too. 

・Randomly picks you up or tackles you onto the bed. He’s quite a physical guy, and likes to be in constant contact with you. Even when the contact ... isn’t so gentle

・Would absolutely let you paint his nails, but can you imagine piercing his ear?? Or giving him a stick-and-poke tattoo because I bet he’s done a few himself

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

The Wardrobe by Harry Gregson-Williams

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

・You Fell First, But They Fell Harder

・Chaotic Dumbass Duo

・Similar Personalities

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Coming of Age

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 Absolutely loves your outgoing personality. He’s a social person himself (when he wants to be) and having you there cheers him up and encourages him. Even though he’s the leader of the Hellfire Club, in everyday society, he’s quite introverted. But with you, he can break free of that hold. 

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 Is Chrissy! I can see you growing up as childhood friends, or being neighbours. You know how sweet she is. You’re so protective over her, and I can sorta see this enemies to lovers thing going on with Eddie. Like thinking he had something to do with her murder, but the group proving that he didn’t do it. And then you spend time together and things unfold. 

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 You’re a mixture of Eddie, Robin and Steve. I know that’s three very different characters. But you have this likeability and I feel like people are naturally drawn to you. 

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

Honestly you seem like such an interesting and outgoing person. So,, I think your pet would end up being so untraditional. Ferretts make great pets, because they’re very social and curious. But if held the wrong way, they will bite ... I feel like that’s kinda like you-

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏! I think you deserve someone who can stand their ground and fix any situation they’re in. Arthur would be too much of a clash to be your match, and Gwaine doesn’t have the emotional range that Merlin does. He’s great at making people feel safe and welcomed, and I think that’s what you would find so endearing. Plus he can be very funny and witty. 

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂���𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Always makes sure your clothes are clean and hung up ready for the next day

・Does get jealous when you’re around other men. He does feel inadequate at times, but you remind him that he’s more than enough. 

・Loves making you laugh. It actually gives him a confidence boost when you laugh at his jokes

・Being around you, Merlin gets so comfortable with the idea of being in a relationship. He desires one so much when he’s near you. So when you finally get together, he treats you like royalty. Flowers everyday, always makes sure there’s food waiting for you. He looks after you so much!

・Shows his love through acts of service and words of affirmation. Like said before with the clothes, food and flowers. He also writes you little notes and leaves them where he knows you’ll find them

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Tristan & Yvaine by Ilan Eshkeri

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

・Two Nerds Nerding Out About Being Nerds

・Sun x Moon

・Everyone Can See It But The Two Of You

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Small Town Fantasy Romance

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 He loves how you make people laugh. You cheer people up with so much ease. You don’t need to throw anyone underneath the bus to get people to like you - and that’s so rare. You’re a genuine person, and Merlin loves that. 

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 Gwaine! Either you’re a sister of one of the knights, or maybe even Gwaine’s. But he’s your best friend because of your similar personality. 

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 A mixture of Gwaine and Guinevere. Soft-hearted and gentle, but outgoing and fun. You make a loyal and brilliant friend, that everyone loves and admires. 

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

You too, being a druid, or maybe a witch depending on which title you wish, were born with a familiar. In this world, where sorcery is forbidden, your family secretly practised it - as it was a deep-rooted tradition. 

So when you were born, a tiny kitten had found its way into your family home. His curious nature and outgoing personality were a foretelling of your own. And therefore he became an extension of you. 

He goes wherever you do. Some days he may disappear but he always comes back, because adventure is on this little guy’s mind. 

What have you called him?

[nebulousfishgills]

✨️Fishgills' OC Masterpost✨️

I figured now was as good a time as any to introduce the little gremlin ladies that inhabit my brain and most of my stories. Basic information as well as prominent fics and other fun little extras :3

(Based on @can-of-pringles​ lovely OC masterpost)

Olivia Iridottir

-Avengers/Marvel Cinematic Universe-

Aliases: Olivia Laufeyson

Bio: Orphaned from a very young age, Olivia Iridottir, goddess of dreams, was taken into the Asgardian royal family and eventually came to fall in love with Loki. Spunky with a kind heart and a bit of a tricksy streak of her own, they make a formidable duo wherever they go. Unfortunately their relatively peaceful lives start to take rocky turns after Thor’s coronation goes awry. Asgardian Royalty to Avengers to Revengers and beyond, it ends up being a very... very long 12 years.

Naturally, however, being so closely connected to Loki means that Olivia’s life can take some extreme detours. Maybe she follows her path perfectly, being the yin to Loki’s yang throughout the best and worst of times. Maybe she makes a wrong decision and finds herself beyond the bounds of time trying to free the universe from a silent oppression alongside a very hardened (yet beautiful) female variant of Loki. Maybe in another universe she abandons her good morals entirely all because some poor time intern accidentally infected her brain with a rogue, rather enchanting entity.

Olivia’s choices have a lot of power. More than she could have ever fathomed.

Paired With: 

Loki Laufeyson

Sylvie Laufeydottir (Conditionally)

Minor Associated OCs:

-> Aemon Kynson, Olivia’s father. A general in Odin’s army, he is killed during the war between the Aesir and the Jotuns

-> Iri Avyadottir, Olivia’s mother. The head military medic and a childhood friend of Frigga’s, she is killed during the war between the Aesir and the Jotuns

-> Lyanna Oliviadottir, Olivia and Loki’s daughter, eventually grows to be the goddess of luck

-> Edmure Lokison, Olivia and Loki’s son, eventually grows to be the god of peace

-> Various Variants, pruned offshoots of Olivia trapped in the temporal Void

-> Carson Ambrose and Maya Adams, OCs belonging to two friends of mine who are featured in these stories, paired with Bucky Barnes and Peter Parker respectively

Spotify Playlist:

Fancast: Emilia Clarke

Featured in: Earth's Mightiest, A Song of Stars and Magic, Time Variance Detected (Book 2 Coming Soon)

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Keira Browning

-Sam Raimi's Spider-Man Trilogy-

Aliases: Keira Osborn

Bio: A brilliant chemist with a penchant for singing (ABBA in particular), New York born and MIT educated Keira Browning climbed her way up the corporate ladder at Oscorp until an accident involving spilled coffee catches the eye of the CEO, Norman Osborn. Once they get to talking, they find out about the many things they have in common. Norman admires her work ethic and brilliant mind, while Keira finds herself realizing that her supposedly intimidating boss is actually... really nice? After multiple dates and a meeting with Norman’s young son Harry goes better than expected, Keira marries into the Osborn fortune. 

Everything was going fine, perfectly even, until those damn performance enhancers just refused to work...

Paired With: 

Norman Osborn

Minor Associated OCs

-> Donna Browning, Keira’s mother, a headstrong housewife who doesn’t pay much attention to the news

-> Richard Browning, Keira’s father, a Vietnam veteran who works in construction that thinks very highly of Oscorp

-> Siobhan McDermott, the Oscorp front desk secretary and Keira’s designated ‘mom friend’

-> Yvette Carew, a chemist under Keira’s delegation and her chaotic best work friend

-> Anthony Castelli, Keira’s childhood best friend and the choir teacher at Midtown High School

-> Anna, Anthony’s wife and another close friend of Keira’s

-> Sophia Caroline Osborn, Keira and Norman’s daughter born just three months before her father’s tragic death

Spotify Playlist:

Fancast: Carrie Lynn

Featured in: Facade

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Emily Ripley

-Stranger Things-

Aliases: Emily Mulder, 004, Emily Ballard, Emily Creel

Bio: Abandoned by her mother after her birth, Emily spends her first ten years in an abusive orphanage before fleeing after a fire-related accident. She spends two years on the streets before happening upon Hawkins Lab. Taken in by Dr. Brenner and designated as Test Subject 004, she meets and forms a bond with Test Subject 001. Eventually they are forced into orderly roles, 001, aka Henry, gaining the alias of Peter Ballard while Emily adopts the last name of Ripley. For years they’re trapped and tortured by Brenner until a series of events leads to their Soteria chips being removed by Test Subject 011 and they rampage and kill nearly everyone in the lab. Eleven fights back and banishes them to the Upside-Down, a parallel dimension they come to tame.

Emily emerges on the Overworld periodically to keep closer tabs on Eleven and her friends, posing as a high school student who’s the second in command/best friend of Eddie Munson. Eventually hers and Henry’s long laid plans begin to unfold beginning with the unfortunate death of Chrissy Cunningham...

(Note: As of now, it’s theorized that Henry is Eleven’s biological father. I’ve adopted that theory and made Emily Eleven’s biological mother after Brenner tried to crossbreed his two older experiments; Terry Ives was the unknowing surrogate)

Paired With: 

Henry Creel/Peter Ballard/001/Vecna

[See Next Section]

Minor Associated OCs

-> Florence Joan Mulder-Thompson, Emily’s mother who got pregnant at 17 and chose to give Emily to the oprhanage lest she face her parents’ wrath

-> Samuel Thompson, Emily’s father and Florence’s boyfriend/eventual husband. He has no knowledge of Emily’s existence

-> Katherine Thompson/Two Unnamed Boys, Emily’s siblings, unaware that they have an older sister

-> Lucy Harris, a girl Emily had a crush on when she was in the orphanage. She, like the other kids, called Emily a freak or a demon because of her strange habits and unsettling demeanor

-Clarissa and Dora, two other girls at the orphanage who ended up on the wrong end of Emily’s lighters and childhood wrath

-002 and 003, two early experiments preceeding Emily’s arrival at Hawkins Lab. Their escape is part of the reason Dr. Brenner moves on to the subjects 002-018 we see in the lab when Emily and Henry are orderlies

Spotify Playlist:

Fancast: Olivia Cooke

Featured in: His Tenebris Moenibus, Diplopia, The Weirdo from Saint Valentina's, One Shots: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

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Emily Ripley

-Twilight-

Aliases: Emily Volturi

Bio: It’s 1987, not long after the earthquake that split Hawkins. A newly transformed Emily, a de-Vecna’d-Henry, and a resurrected Eddie attempt to seek out food on the surface world since Emily and Eddie can’t feed on the creatures of the Upside-Down without hurting themselves. Their Gate somehow gets redirected to Volterra, Italy to be faced with the Volturi, the silent but deadly rulers of the world of vampires the Hawkins gang hadn’t known existed before that. Problem is, one of the three rulers bears a striking resemblance to Henry and, what’s more, is completely enamored with Emily. 

After bottled up feelings erupt in an explosive arguement, Emily seeks comfort with Caius and has to come to terms with the fact that she’s falling in love with him, too. Being pulled in two different directions, Emily has to choose between Henry, their decades long bond, and their mission, or Caius, providing the life of comfort and the family Emily’s always wanted.

Paired With: 

Caius Volturi

Athenodora Volturi (Conditionally)

Minor Associated OCs:

-> None (surprisingly)

Spotify Playlist:

Fancast: Olivia Cooke

Featured in: Diplopia, Necrosis, One Shots: 1

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Other minor OCs

-Lydia Roberts (Sweeney Todd)

-Lord Irinerys the Illustrious (Star Wars: The Old Republic)

-Aneadora Fír (Dungeons and Dragons)

-Marlina Nerys (Thirsty Sword Lesbians)

[lisa-the-lighthearted]

❤️, 💥,💛, and 🎬 pretty please?

What is your favorite line you’ve written in a fic?

Probably (actually no, definitely) the line, “To say that I am her father, that is my greatest victory.” From the last chapter of The Butcher’s Daughter. I cry sometimes while writing (is that normal? Lol! 😅) but there was something about that line that was such a gut punch. And still is every time I revisit it. It’s just exactly what William would have said under those circumstances. Almost feels like I didn’t write it, he did. 💖

What is one canon thing you wish you could change?

There are a lot of little things in the movie that needed to be fleshed out more. The worst offender, in my opinion, is Charlotte and Benjamin’s relationship. It’s just so… weird. There’s clearly a history there. Like maybe he was in love with her but married her sister because she was the eldest? Something like that would make better sense than how it is presented in the movie. Which reads more like, “You’re not your sister. But I guess you’re the next best thing. I’ll marry you now because you vaguely remind me of her.” 🤨 I dunno.

Fancast?

I have a couple. Like I’ve always mentally cast Elle Fanning as Annabelle/Marigold/Mabel. Especially after seeing her play Mary Shelley! Elle has this default as such a cheerful, adorable little ray of sunshine… but her range! My God! I could go on about her all day, she’s probably my favorite actress of all time! Hannah New’s character in Black Sails was my inspiration for Sylvia. Oh! And I think Georgia King would be brilliant as Giselle- she was SO funny in Austenland… but considering Giselle was originally designed after Ksenia Solo’s portrayal of Peggy Shippen in Turn: Washington’s spies… I’d probably hypothetically have to take both actresses to a craft store somewhere and see which one has the most convincing freakout over a yarn sale! Lol!

What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?

Sounds cheesy but… just have fun with it! And if you find that it ever stops being fun, step away from it for a while. This is challenging because, as writers, we fall in love with our projects. I am over the moon, madly in love with Waterford and everything that it has developed into after years of writing about it. But it is very far from canon and definitely not everybody’s cup of tea. The readership has always been pretty low, save for a few loyal, wonderful and supportive readers who have been with it from the beginning! (Like you! 🥰💖) Whenever I get discouraged, I just have to remind myself that I am doing this for fun and I fell in love with this project in the first place because it is fun!

Thank you so much for the asks, my wonderful friend and also just… I know I say this often, but words always seem to fall short here… thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for reading my work and for engaging with it. Writing, as you surely know, can be such a lonely thing, but having readers who make you feel seen and heard and appreciated… that is the greatest gift any creative could ever receive. 🥹💖🥰

[galactic-pirates]

I would like to not feel so chronically fucking exhausted. Can we make that happen?

You’d think that given how much I absolutely LOVE Star Wars: Rebels I would be going feral over the Ahsoka trailer that just dropped. I’m not though. I am a bit uncertain I guess? Mixed feelings.

In the 1 second he was on screen Chopper seemed to have been captured pretty well. As for everyone else… well I reserve judgement. I have such feelings about the animated versions I am unsure as to whether the live action encompasses all that they are.

Like Hera is the best damn pilot in the galaxy, an inspirational leader and a loyal friend. There is a warmth to her though. From season 1 they played it as a found family with Hera and Kanan playing the roles of parents. Hera even said in like episode 3 or something about “the kids”. Will they capture that? Will they allow her to be utterly badass, brilliant and still warm?

Not going to lie I only have myself to blame when it comes to Ezra. I had fancasted and the dude they picked doesn’t look anything like who I wanted (John Harlan Kim). But it could still be good. Same with Sabine. She doesn’t quite look how I had imagined but we shall see. I confess I remain unconvinced by Ahsoka’s actress anyway. So yeah mixed feelings.

Like don’t get me wrong I am looking forward to this. I may actually try and watch it when it drops (as opposed to pretty much everything else which I have yet to get around to). Rebels is so close to my heart. I want this to be utterly amazing. I suppose if I am honest deep down I wish they had done a season 5 animated show (like they brought back clone wars for season 7) or even done a spin-off to call it a new show like they did for the bad batch.

Live action is cool but it’s not everything.

Of course my ambivalence could be mostly because I feel so damn tired. It’s hard to care a lot about anything right now :(

[earlgreymon]

digidestined + c-ent artists fancast —  fancast by maysnow, graphic by me

taichi, sora, koushiro

[volterran-wine]

Born: November 21st, 1292 BC on Crete, Mycenaean Greece

Turned: 1266 BC at the age of 26 by Amun’s disciple Djehuty 

Gift: Tactile Telepathy

Joined The Volturi: Founded the coven in 1261 BC

Title: Leader/King

Height: 173cm/5'8.11

Aro’s Fancast

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Zodiac: Scorpio (Passionate, Secretive, Magnetic)

MBTI: ENFJ-T: The Protagonist (Generous, Critical, Secretive)

Enneagram: 4w3: The Aristocrat (Dramatic, Energetic, Deceitful)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: He/They

𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬;

Aro and his gift; (1) - (2) - (3) - (4) 

All things considered Aro’s grandfather is Amun through his sire-bond with Djehuty, which makes Demetri his uncle in venom and family.

Aro is in fact a big hoarder, every artefact is categorised in his vault.

He is in fact one of the best dressed among The Volturi.

Aro is fascinated by Religion.

His favourite libation is Blood-Wine.

However... he is a lightweight

While Caius is a master of the paintbrush, Marcus of musical instruments, Aro is a master of the pen.

Due to this gift; Aro has hundreds if not thousands of peoples memories and lives tucked away in his head.

Aro smells like Amber, Vetiver, Sandalwood and Lavender

His favourite season is winter.

Aro is a sucker for The Baroque and Rococo 

Aro’s voice has been described as both breathy and sugary, with a difficult to place accent as well.

He loves to listen to The Velvet Underground & Abba (He also likes Queen quite a lot)

When it comes to Love  Languages Aro is like this; Showing: Gift Giving, Receiving: Words of Affirmation

Aro’s favourite guards are Jane, Alec and Renata.

He is in fact somewhat haunted by a brief glimpse of death he saw once in the mind of a human he fed from.

Aro is a lover, not a fighter.

Aro is ambidextrous 

Aro didn’t in fact burn down The Library of Alexandria.

He created the myth that vampires are weak against holy water, 

When he does not need to use his gift he is always wearing gloves to protect his hands from unwanted memories. 

Aro is the theatre. 

His favourite colour is emerald green, usually paired with gold - but he also has fondness for the colour of amber

Aro is the theatre part 2

Aro & Caius camped out to see the fall of Rome multiple times.

He really wants to add a complete dinosaur skeleton to his vaults.

Aro is quite fond of Chess and him and Caius has an ongoing game that has lasted for decades. 

His favourite book is ‘The Master and Margarita’ by Mikhail Bulgov

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬;

Aro & Sulpicia’s marriage; (1) - (2) - (3) - (4) - (5) - (6)

On Aro & Carlisle; (1) - (2) - (3) 

Aro & Didyme; (1) - (2) - (3) - (4) - (5) - (6) - (7) - (8) - (9) - (10) - (11)

Aro & his brothers; (1) - (2)

Aro & The World; (1)

𝐀𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬;

Aro would appreciate it if his brothers stopped terrifying Carlisle

The most disturbing thing Aro ever saw.

Didyme’s Demise - Maiden’s perspective 

Aro very much is a family man

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬:

He Loves Power. A Terrible Love - From an early age Arenare had been convinced that greatness was in his blood. Ensuring that his name would be passed down from father to son in the thousands of generations that were to come. Even now he could hear the hushed whispers from across the sands of time — his deeds; glorious, his mind; brilliant. And for a split second, it almost seemed real.

I Gave You My Heart -  Aro enjoys a peaceful December evening with those closest to him, little does he know that a certain golden eyed vampire is making his way to his home during heavy snowfall. The king greets his old friend and lover; and teary declarations of affection, devotion and eternity are exchanged on the grand staircase of The Volturi’s entrance hall.

Dawn of a New Day - Aro had watched over the twins for years, biding his time for the right moment to introduce them into his world. Alarming news from a nomad has the king racing against time, for they are to be burnt at the stake. Aro makes choices that could jeopardize his coven’s rule, as well as feeling that dreaded mate pull for the first time. Irrevocable decisions has never been the kings favourite, but there is not much else he can do as a new day dawns.

Echos of the Past -  Aro has felt uneasy for weeks, something was on the horizon. A great shift would occur soon… and he was not certain if he was prepared for it. Meanwhile, his mate becomes privy to rumours; tales from a bygone age that should never have seen the light of day. 

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬;

Relationship Headcanons

NSFW Relationship Headcanons

Muses of the Arts

Oddities and Quirks

Dead Languages

Denial of Solace 

Check out all my Aro Headcanons here.

𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐬;

Moodboards

Edits

Aro’s Playlist

Aro’s quarters

Aro’s Sense of Dress

Check out my Aro Tag if you want all posts containing Aro. (Last Update; 08.05.22)

[idk-maybe-i-did-it]

Never Let Me Go

Starring Andrew Garfield, Carry Mulligan and Keira Knightley

Film Type: Sci-fi/Romance

My Rating: Five Stars 

Film Rating: R

Main Characters: Ruth C, Tommy D, Kathy H

My overall thoughts: It was a very nice movie that had some very nice elements depicted in it. I enjoyed how Andrew portrayed Tommy and how the movie and individual roles of the characters played out. It was a very peace-bring movie in my mind and I would recommend to anyone asking that they watch it. 

Warnings: A few brief sex scenes, pornagraphic images desplayed in a book, death, nudity

My opinion on this movie isn’t really worth much, but I’d like to think that someone might listen to it one day and decide to watch the movie. 

Not many emotions well to the surface when I think about the movie I just watched, I’m not going to pretend that I’m crying my eyes out because of how depressing or dramatic or emotional it was, but I like the emotions that it did manage to bring. 

I only really watched it because Andrew Garfield is in it, I have this odd fascination with him, I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because he’s the fancast for Remus Lupin and the character Remus means so much to me, maybe it’s because he’s such a brilliant actor that in all his movies he manages to pull at my heart strings, maybe I’ll never know. That’s a discussion for another time though. 

Never Let Me Go, isn’t a cinematic masterpiece, as I wish I could call it, it’s more so a movie that sheds light on the inner working of the mind, although many might say otherwise. I wouldn’t call it depressing, as many of my friends do call it,no, I would call it calming. Or storm threatening, I say threatening because it was a movie that tempted and pushed and tugged at certain elements. 

Although it could be called depressing, it was calming to me. I don’t know why. It just calms me a bit.  

Maybe it’s because of what the characters dealt with, maybe it’s because even though Kathy and Tommy and Ruth went through so much, that they managed to come back together, if merely for a moment. They split apart like the moon and the sun but came back together like the two during an eclipse, I don’t really know what it was that calmed me to be honest, the movie just made me feel at peace inside. 

It kind of made the raging storm inside my mind calm for a few moments, it kind of put the sea at rest. 

I’d say that I like how the movie ended, I like the way it was acted out and I like how all of the dynamics inside of it fit. It was a very nice movie, and I recommend you watch it. 

Some of my favorite quotes:

Kathy: “ We all complete. Maybe none of us really understand what we’ve lived through, or feel we’ve had enough time.”

Miss Emily: “ We didn’t have to look into your souls, we had to see if you had souls at all.” 

[ashdumpsterpile]

Ohmygod YES Susan Pevensie is awesome please talk to me about Susan i want to know everything you have to say

Literally THANK YOU for asking me this bc Susan Pevensie is a character I never get asked about and I have So Many Opinions.

I'm going to start by saying that Susan used to be my least favorite character in the series. This goes for the books and the movies. Some of it was for personal reasons--she reminds me of a couple of annoying ppl I know irl--but it was also bc I watched Prince Caspian which shoehorned her into a relationship with Caspian which I hated.

HOWEVER. I ended up rethinking this position after interacting with Susan fans and realizing that there are so many wonderful things to love about her!

(putting under the cut bc this got long)

Things Ash Loves About Susan Pevensie

Aight I'm not going to do a formal analysis yet on her, but instead rant about some of the unrelated things I adore about Susan Pevensie.

Susan the Archer

Look we all love archery here. I don't have anything more to say.

Okay, I actually do have more to say. I love the fact that Susan is a complete badass with the bow. You get the general impression that she's one of the royals in charge of public relations, traditions, foreign policy, etc. and yet she's the most competent archer in the series. One of the few things I liked about the movies is how they didn't downplay this. They actually let her be a badass and show off her skills.

Also the part where she kicks Trumpkin's ass was awesome.

Susan the Gentle

Susan being the most passive Pevensie was something I definitely underappreciated as a teenager. I think my non-ability to see past "I'm not like other girls" narrative and the combination of Susan being described as the most traditionally feminine woman in the Narnia series is what initially turned me off from her.

HOWEVER, now it's one of my favorite attributes! I love that Susan is a badass and the most beautiful woman in Narnia. She has hair down to her feet, every man and woman in the kingdom want to fuck her, and she's still a fucking badass who will not hesitate to kick your ass.

Susan the Sister

Most of my thoughts of Susan as an older sister mostly stem from my own personal headcanons, but she is an awesome sister to her siblings. She's Peter's voice of reason, Edmund's sass partner, and Lucy's big sister.

Susan the Mom-Friend

She is a literal mother-figure for Corin.

"[...] the most beautiful lady he had ever seen rose from her place and threw her arms round him and kissed him, saying: "Oh Corin, Corin, how could you? And thou and I such close friends ever since thy mother died. [...]"

-The Horse and His Boy, 33-34

Most everything I have to say about this ventures into headcanon territory, but I love the idea of Susan basically adopting Corin after his mom dies. The way she trusts Cor--who she thinks is Corin in this chapter--is really sweet and I wish we could've seen more of that relationship.

Susan the Flawed

Something I notice from the fandom is a lot of people who hate Susan tend to because of her flaws. On the other hand, most Susan stans like to wave away these flaws and blame C.S. Lewis for being misogynistic or Aslan for being a "cruel god" and ignore the fact that she is a deeply flawed person.

Susan gets something of a "reverse redemption arc" in The Chronicles of Narnia. This makes her not only a fascinating foil to Edmund--as both are analytical, logical people--but an interesting character by herself.

She starts out in TWW as very skeptical of Narnia and it's whole deal and also very condescending to Lucy throughout. She ultimately does admit that Lucy was right and does get on board with the whole prophecy at the same time Peter does, and ends the book being crowned "the Gentle Queen."

In The Horse and His Boy, she has a very interesting dynamic with Edmund and in even more interesting relationship with Rabadash. They don't even interact on-page with each other, but it's highly implied that she was interested in him when he was a guest in Narnia. His behavior obviously changed when she visited him in Tashbaan, but you have to wonder what their dynamic was like before for her to travel all the way to his home when relations between the countries were strained at best.

Prince Caspian is where the cracks start showing through. Susan has lived an entire life as an adult in Narnia, gets thrown back to England with her siblings, and is yet again in Narnia as a child. This book is what really emphasizes her one fatal flaw: convenience.

(Put a pin in that thought, I'll get back to it.)

Susan denies once again that Lucy saw something that the rest of them can't seen. She continues this narrative until every other sibling finally acknowledges Lucy in the right and only then does she apologize.

The last mention of Susan is in The Last Battle, where all of her flaws rise up against her in the worst way possible. I have a lot of controversial opinions on this that I'm going to address later, but I just want to say that Susan's reverse-redemption arc is something I actually like about her.

(There is also evidence that Susan does get a full redemption arc, just as Edmund and Eustace did, but C.S. Lewis was pretty much done with The Chronicles of Narnia at the point and instead encouraged fans to write their own version of how that went down.)

Okay, back to convenience being Susan's fatal flaw. So the one thing that comes up time and time again in the series is that Susan is very focused on material comforts. I believe it's implied that she's vain, and it's canonical that her own personal comfort spurs her to make decisions.

"[...] I really believed it was him — he, I mean — yesterday. When he warned us not to go down to the fir wood. And I really believed it was him tonight, when you woke us up. I mean, deep down inside. Or I could have, if I'd let myself. But I just wanted to get out of the woods and — and — oh, I don't know [...]"

Prince Caspian, 81

Prince Caspian has the strongest examples of Susan doing this, but certainly there's evidence elsewhere. There are a lot of fans who are distressed by this, claiming that Aslan and the others are too hard on her and shouldn't judge.

Honestly, I like that she's written with this flaw. Not only is it very relatable--(my own personal comfort and convenience is something I highly prioritize too)--but it humanizes a character who otherwise is ridiculously op and basically the Helen of Troy of the series. It may sound like I'm using this as an excuse to rant, but I really wouldn't have her any other way.

Susan As Portrayed by Anna Popplewell

Movie!Susan is a fucking delight.

She's sarcastic and badass and awesome and I could spend hours heaping praise on Anna's acting and her portrayal of Susan, but I can already tell that this post is going to be long so, I'll just stop here.

(10/10 want to be stabbed by her tho.)

Personal Headcanons

Let's talk about my fanon thoughts. I have many.

Susan is Aro

There's canonical evidence for this! Susan is a character who is heavily pursued by suitors everywhere, and even lets herself be courted by many of them, but chooses not to settle down. Even when she gets back to England and is described as only having interest in parties and material things, boys aren't mentioned.

I like to think that in The Horse in His Boy Susan was interested in Rabadash at first because he was a brilliant conversationalist. Nothing she says about him implies romantic interest, before and after she realizes the truth of his intentions.

Susan and Edmund Were Best Friends

This might be my love for The Horse and His Boy showing itself, but I think Susan and Edmund were thrown into circumstances where they interacted the most with each other.

Edmund is the ruler in charge of politics. Susan is the ruler in charge of Cair Paravel's public image. I imagine they spent time as ambassadors to other countries and planning royal functions.

They're also the most level-headed and logical out of their siblings, so they probably found a lot in common.

Susan Fancast

I literally just said I loved Anna's potrayal of Susan's (and I love what they gave us of older Susan too in LWW!), but I read the books in 2008 and my parents didn't let me see the movies bc I was like...nine years old and they thought it would be too scary.

So I had to headcanon my own interpretations.

Queen Susan the Gentle:

For some reason Merlin wasn't too scary for me to watch and I fell in love with Katie McGrath in like. Two episodes so. (On an unrelated note, I also fancast Bradley James as Peter at the time.)

Anyway, fanon Susan is basically Morgana Pendragon pre-evil arc. Sassy as hell, hot as fuck, and can kick your ass.

Unpopular Opinions

Yeah, feel free to skip this part if having controversial fandom opinions is a deal breaker for you.

The Problem With Susan Isn't Actually A Problem

I'm about to start so much discourse in the Narnia fandom, but C.S. Lewis's choices with her in The Last Battle weren't misogynistic. Bear in mind, I'm not saying that all of his writing choices in the series were A++ or excusing away certain racist/sexiest bits, but it's honestly baffling to me that people are so up in arms over Susan's exclusion in the final book.

So the part that everyone loses their shit over is as follows:

"My sister Susan," answered Peter shortly and gravely, "is no longer a friend of Narnia."

"Yes," said Eustace, "and whenever you've tried to get her to come and talk about Narnia or do anything about Narnia, she says 'What wonderful memories you have! Fancy your still thinking about all those funny games we used to play when we were children.'"

"Oh Susan!" said Jill, "she's interested in nothing now-a-days except nylons and lipstick and invitations. She always was a jolly sight too keen on being grown-up."

"Grown-up, indeed," said the Lady Polly. "I wish she would grow up. She wasted all her school time wanting to be the age she is now, and she'll waste all the rest of her life trying to stay that age. Her whole idea is to race on to the silliest time of one's life as quick as she can and then stop there as long as she can."

The Last Battle, 83-84

There's a lot to unpack here and I first want to say that everyone's opinion on this part, no matter how different than mine, is valid. I'm going to be quoting some other ppl's opinions on here and by no means am I bashing them. I just want to address my feelings on the matter and the best way to do that is to cite the thoughts of ppl who have opposing ideas.

Here are some arguments on Tumblr I've heard regarding "The Problem of Susan":

"How about we talk about what might have happened if Narnia hadn't deserted Susan? [...] What if we didn't tell Susan she had to go grow up in her own world and then shame and punish her for doing just that? She was told to walk away and she went. She did not try to stay a child all her life, wishing for something she had been told she couldn't have again."

"Narnia is filled with metaphors (often not very subtle ones) that are supposed to teach us how to be, and the most glaring one for any young girl to absorb is that it's okay to be a girl like Lucy, unthreatening and cheerful and valiant and faithful, but to be a girl like Susan gets you punished - in fact, you aren't just punished, you're destroyed."

"why do we call it ‘the problem’ where’s the problem about a young woman dealing with her trauma and choosing her own path, actively making the choice to keep living and to stay and to carve a life out in England when her siblings couldn’t? what is the problem about susan forgetting to somehow cope with what she’s experienced? why is it ‘the problem of susan’ that she recontextualised her faith?"

And then there's JK Rowling who said this:

There comes a point where Susan, who was the older girl, is lost to Narnia because she becomes interested in lipstick. She's become irreligious basically because she found sex. I have a big problem with that.

It's weird how I'm still finding new ways to hate JKR in the year 2021. Again, there is absolutely zero implication that Susan had sex when she came back to England. ZERO. Did she actually read the books? IDK. If someone shares this opinion pls reply with actual canonical evidence.

Back on topic, I'm a firm believer of death of the author and interpreting art via your own experiences. Which is why I'm also going to share my own interpretation by saying y'all are wrong.

Susan Pevensie was not abandoned by Narnia. She was not barred from Narnia because she is traditionally feminine or because she "owned her sexuality" (another opinion I didn't have time to condense down for this post) or because she recontextualized her faith or even because she deserved to be punished.

I also fail to see how Susan recontexualized her faith, as the entire point of it all is that she has none. Bringing this back to Susan's fatal flaw (personal convenience/material comforts), her prioritizing herself over her own faith is the reason she is "no longer a friend of Narnia." Not...whatever fanon y'all are imposing on her character.

Susan is not being punished for liking lipstick and looking pretty. Susan's not even being punished. Y'all read Neil Gaiman's The Problem of Susan and forgot it wasn't canon.

There are many reasons Susan is not in Aslan's Country (one of them being that she's not actually dead yet), but the main one has to do with this:

"[...] But there I have another name. You must learn to know me by that name. This was the very reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there.”

Voyage of the Dawn Treader, 215-216

Yeah, okay that's why Susan is no longer a friend of Narnia. The implication when the Pevensies are told that they can no longer enter Narnia is that they are to find Aslan in other places. Susan doesn't do this, instead choosing to focus her life on material things. It isn't the lipstick, it's that she only wants the lipstick.

Susan Had Sex In The Books

Oh and not in the context y'all are thinking. (Again, there are no implications that Susan was barred from Narnia for having sex or that she had sex when she came back to England.)

So there's actual canonical evidence that Susan and Rabadash had a sexual relationship. Sort of.

"What think you? We have been in this city fully three weeks. Have you yet settled in your mind whether you will marry this dark-faced lover of yours, this Prince Rabadash, or no?"

-The Horse and His Boy, 35

Edmund calls Rabadash her lover. Not her suitor. I don't know if the word had a different meaning in 1954, but it feels like C.S. Lewis is saying that they're fucking. I'm not really happy with the idea of Susan sleeping with an abuser, but really proud of her for Getting Some as a woman born in a time period where having premarital sex was a big no-no.

This also invalidates the weird opinion going on that Susan was barred from Narnia because she had sex.

Suspian Is The Worst

I haven't really talked about Movie!Susan much, but as long as we're talking unpopular opinions, it's worth noting that I hate Suspian. Some of it is the "Susan is Aro" headcanon screaming inside of me, but it's also the fact that it's written poorly, does nothing interesting for either character and generally comes across as awkward.

I feel like they were trying to make Prince Caspian sexy and relevant to teens. It came across as super heteronormative and unnecessary.

It also gets really really weird bc the next movie then gives Caspian and Edmund mad chemistry and we're all just like........ok.

Final Thoughts

Susan may not be my favorite character in the series, but she's grown on me over the years. I have many issues with fanon interpretations of her--which definately fueled some of my disdain for her initally--and I don't identify as a Susan Apologist.

I do however adore Susan and have many headcanons for her not mentioned here. I love reading fanfic, writing fanfic and meta, and generally having conversations about her and would love to talk more about it.

I welcome criticism (CONSTRUCTIVE) and conversation on all of my opinions and observations. Please drop into my inbox. <3

[momolady]

My friend and I really enjoyed your HH stories! We like to fancast Manu Bennett as Big Billy and Chris Hemsworth as Beau (also Chris Evans as Adams!). Kamilah reminds us of Maisie Williams’ Arya Stark somehow!

These are all really, really good casting choices. I’ve always been staunch on Big Billy being Rory McCann, but this is an extremely good second! And Maisie Williams as Kamilah is so brilliant that it’s now my canon too! I also can’t believe I didn’t think of Chris Evans for Adam, they’re literally the same person.

[carewyncromwell]

[Night had already fallen by the time Charlie and Carewyn returned to school. Charlie led Carewyn upstairs, down the third floor hallway of the East Tower to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom at the far end.

Sure enough, when the two “Fireballs” entered, standing at the head of the classroom was Bill Weasley. He was dressed in a second-hand but well-cared-for slate gray suit and a black collared shirt, and his hair, as ginger red as Charlie’s, had grown an inch or so since his graduation.

Bill’s brown eyes lit up at the sight of Charlie and Carewyn. Carewyn skipped across the room -- Bill met her half-way, opening his arms and bending down slightly so she could wrap her arms around his neck in a hug. With a soft, almost mischievous laugh, Bill straightened up, making Carewyn give a strangled yelp when he lifted her right up off the ground. Then she burst into giggles, and Bill chuckled too as he gave her a big squeeze.]

Bill: “Aw, Carey, it’s so good to see you.”

“(through a big grin) Are you growing your hair out?”

Bill: “(lightly) A bit, yeah. Wonder if I should try to go for a ponytail like yours or Charlie’s -- maybe get a piercing or two.”

“How dashing.”

[She giggled again as Bill lowered her back down to the ground and the two finally released each other. Charlie came up and gave Bill a big hug too -- both boys clapped each other on the back before breaking apart.]

Bill: “It’s great to see you both. Letters are nice and all, but being here in person’s just that that bit better, right?”

“I know. Though it was great, reading about your Cursebreaking work -- your assignment in Slovakia, at the old Bathory Castle? Amazing!”

Bill: “(grinning) Gotta thank you for the cursebreaking books you bought me -- I wouldn’t have even tried examining that knife without reading up on cursed gems beforehand.”

[His eyes softened upon Carewyn’s face.]

Bill: “Cursebreaking’s been brilliant...but I’ve really missed you. Missed Hogwarts...”

[He then frowned slightly.]

Bill: “Gotta say, though, Carey -- you don’t seem very surprised to see me.”

“Charlie told me you were coming to visit tonight.”

[Bill whirled on his brother.]

Bill: “(groaning) I tried to act surprised!”

Charlie: “‘Act’ is a strong word.”

[Carewyn burst into giggles at the two brothers’ bickering, covering her mouth with her hand to try to contain her amusement.]

“Bill, don’t worry about it. I’m glad Charlie told me.”

After how awful a day I’ve had...I needed some good news.

[Charlie smiled, his gaze shifting from Carewyn to Bill and back.]

Charlie: “At least I didn’t tell Carey why you’re here -- mostly because I don’t know either, but still...”

[Carewyn looked up as she heard the class room open.

In came Penny, Rowan, and Barnaby. A moment later, another clump of people -- Tonks, Tulip, Diego, and Andre -- sidled in.

Bill grinned broadly.]

Bill: “Don’t worry -- you’re about to find out.”

~*~

[Once all of the sixth year students had arrived, they stood together in a group in front of the rows of desks, facing Bill at the head of the class.]

Ben: “I don’t waste time wondering anymore -- I just take action.”

You could do with some wondering. And other types of thinking too, quite frankly.

[Rather than say this aloud, Carewyn merely pursed her lips sourly.]

Tonks: “(taken aback) Blimey, Ben! When did you get so interesting?”

Penny: “(disapproving) ‘Interesting’ isn’t how I’d put it...”

[Bill cleared his throat in a business-like way to regain everyone’s attention.]

Bill: “As I was saying -- Charlie told me your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is....particularly useless this year...”

[Ismelda gave a snort.]

Ismelda: “That’s putting it mildly.”

[For once, Carewyn agreed with her.

This year the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher had been filled by a hot-shot, up-and-coming “Defense expert” named Huxley Meyers. Although many Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers in previous years had merely been old and dull, rather akin to Professor Binns, Professor Meyers clearly was much more interested in puffing himself up than actually teaching his class anything. In his first two classes, he’d had the students pair off and duel each other with no set guidelines or instruction and then strolled around the room, picking apart their technique and vaguely going on and on about what he would’ve done better.

“‘Flipendo,’” he’d scoff. “Is that what you all have been learning? Come on. Shoot out something more dangerous sometime, Copper. You’re going to let a ginger runt like that overpower you, Lee? Pummel ‘im!”

There was also a clear difference in how he spoke to the boys in the class versus the girls. With the boys, he’d often try to goad them into attacking their opponents more aggressively -- with the girls, he’d throw out random snide remarks and then played them off as being just “jokes” if anyone took offense to them.

“Spread your feet, Miss Murk, they’re much too close together -- rather like your eyes,” he’d say with a cheeky smile. “Miss Karasu, what’s with that wand grip? More gently now -- don’t reckon your folks would much like to hear about bad marks, eh? Hahaha...oh, don’t worry -- you lot know I wouldn’t write to them about something like that, lighten up...”

Carewyn herself had strangely found herself victim to both behaviors. In both classes, Meyers had paired Carewyn with several of her male classmates in an attempt to get her to really go at it, but when she’d refused to inflict any lasting damage on her friends, he’d ended up tearing into her for it, mockingly calling her “the little princess.” The condescension wasn’t unlike how Snape spoke to his classes, but at least Snape actually taught them useful material -- Meyers, on the other hand, seemed much more interested in tearing down his class than actually giving them tools to hone their skills.]

Even if Rakepick was a lying snake, at least she taught us stuff. This guy is just a joke.

[Bill glanced at Ismelda out the side of his eye, his mouth twitching with disapproval, but it was clear he was much more cross about what he’d heard about Meyers than Ismelda having interrupted him.]

Bill: “Mm-hmm. Well, given the circumstances...and how important it is that you lot be able to defend yourselves, given everything that happened last year...I decided to volunteer my services. I can’t replace your teacher -- “

[For a second he severely looked like he wanted to add “however much I’d like to,” but thought better of it.]

Bill: “ -- but when I have downtime between my Gringotts cursebreaking missions, I’ll be visiting Hogwarts to teach you new defensive spells.”

[His face then grew a bit more solemn.]

Bill: “This tutoring will be informal and optional -- you can opt out if you want. But if and when Rakepick or any of her lot return...I want to make sure you all are as prepared as you can be -- and since your current professor seems to be no help in that, I figure I at least can be. If you decide to stay, of course.”

[He waited for anyone to leave -- but as Carewyn had predicted, nobody moved.

Bill caught Carewyn’s eye and she beamed proudly at him. Bill’s face broke out into a grin.]

((OOC: BILL, MY DEAR, MY CURSEBREAKING BOY! How I love thee! *huggles Bill plushie*

Huxley Meyers is completely original to me, being inspired by both my absolute worst teacher from grade school and a rather unpleasant ex-roommate. I personally see him having friendly connections to Carewyn’s maternal family, the Cromwells, and maybe R as well, depending on what else we learn about them -- either way, yeah, he’s a creep. Still trying to pin down a fancast for the bugger so I can draw him properly. I knew I had to create at least one DADA teacher OC for this game, though -- I’m sorry, but the books always had such interestingly diverse candidates for the position, and after Rakepick, it’s good to explore the downgrade. >>

Whew, I need to get caught up on roleplaying posts for this Weasley brothers chapter so I can start working on posts for THIS --

Squeeeeeeeeee~!!!!! X3333))

[twoidiotwriters1]

Written In The Stars XXVI (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: Okay so I have a sort of “fancast” for how I imagine Erick to be, and I’ll gladly show you who I see when I write him, BUT you can still imagine him differently if you want, so be ready to see his lovely face one of this days

Words: 2,849

Warnings: Some nasty slugs, uh hints of bad family relationships ig??

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Chapter Eight: Ron Eats Slugs.

"You can't miss the defense against the dark arts lessons-"

"You can't tell me what to do."

"You have to respect him! He's a teacher!" Hermione whispered angrily.

Ron sat down in front of them and said Harry was at Quidditch practice.

"Maybe we can still catch him," Ron offered, "once I'm done with breakfast..."

While she waited, she finally decided to open her mother's letter.

She'd been way too nervous the whole week to open it, afraid of what might be inside.

'Mel Dumbledore.

I can't even imagine why would you do such a thing on your very first day. I'm speechless. Mr. Weasley’s car? I don't understand why you thought that was a good idea.

Maybe you were just following Ron and Harry's lead, which I must say, is a little disappointing.'

Mel didn't want to keep reading, but she figured it was better to get it over with.

'-You should never base your actions on what other people expect you to do, Mel. Not even if that person is one of your closest friends. How do you expect to become your own whole witch if you keep following other people's tails?

I'm not angry, I'm sad that you didn't trust your own instinct -let's be honest, I know for sure that whole adventure wasn't your idea- please, next time you're in trouble, take a deep breath and do what's best for you, and not what others would prefer you to do.

Be good. I'll wait for your reply,

Mum.'

"I'm a failure," Mel pouted.

"How come?" Hermione looked up.

"My mum says she's disappointed because I went along with Ron's idea instead if insisting on staying."

"How does she know it wasn't your idea?" Ron frowned.

"She's my mum," Mel replied sternly, "besides, I suppose Dumbledore explained the whole thing to her."

"At least you learned the lesson and you weren't expelled," Hermione shrugged, "but see, this is what I mean, you can't just abandon your studies, Mel. You have a second chance."

"I really think you're wrong," Mel sighed, "but I don't dare to hurt my mum more than I already did..."

The toasts were cold by the time Harry went out to the field, he saw them on the bench and approached with a weary expression.

"Aren't you finished yet?" asked Ron.

"Haven't even started," said Harry, his eyes flicked to the toasts Hermione and Ron were eating, "Wood's been teaching us new moves."

"Take one," Mel said lovingly, offering the toasts, "you can't play with an empty stomach, remember?"

Harry blushed, lightly mumbling a 'thank you', and devouring it.

As he mounted on his broom and flew around with Fred and George, Colin Creevey started to take pictures.

"Look this way, Harry! This way!"

"You know, say what you want about Ginny," Mel mentioned as she watched the younger boy, "but at least she doesn't follow Harry around with a camera..."

"I still don't understand why she's so shy around him," Ron frowned, "it's so weird"

"She likes him," Mel shrugged, "people act oddly around the person they like, right?"

"I wouldn't know," He raised his eyebrows, "never liked anybody"

"Yeah," Mel sighed, her attention back on Harry, "Me neither..."

"Look, it's the Slytherin team," Hermione pointed to the large group of people nearing the field.

"Holy Snitch," Mel leaned over, squinting, "is that- it is! Malfoy- and they- they have new brooms!"

"Who?"

"All of them!"

"This can't be good," Ron stood up, "let's go."

The girls followed their friend down to the field.

"What's happening?" Ron asked Harry. "Why aren't you playing? And what's he doing here?"

"I'm the new Slytherin Seeker, Weasley," said Malfoy, "Everyone's just been admiring the brooms my father's bought our team. Good, aren't they? But perhaps the Gryffindor team will be able to raise some gold and get new brooms, too. You could raffle off those Cleansweep Fives; I expect a museum would bid for them."

The Slytherin team laughed.

"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in," said Hermione. "They got in on pure talent."

Mel couldn't have said it better.

"No one asked your opinion, you fiIthy little Mudblood."

"How dare you!" Alicia Spinnet gasped.

Ron pulled out his wand.

"You'll pay for that one, Malfoy!"

Mel didn't know what was going on and got even more confused once Ron fell back as if something had hit him.

"Ron! Ron! Are you all right?" Hermione kneeled next to him.

Ron was throwing up slugs. One after the other, it was gross.

"That wand..." Mel shook her head, trying to help him stand.

"We'd better get him to Hagrid's, it's nearest," said Harry and help her get Ron on his feet.

"What happened, Harry? What happened? Is he ill? But you can cure him, can't you?" Colin was now on the field, eagerly jumping around them like a puppy.

Ron puked a particularly huge slug.

"Oooh," said Colin, "Can you hold him still, Harry?"

"Get out of the way, Colin!" Harry demanded.

They walked as fast as possible, trying to avoid stepping on the hideous slugs Ron kept throwing up.

"Nearly there, Ron," said Hermione when they were a few meters away from Hagrid's hut, "You'll be all right in a minute - almost there -"

Suddenly, Gilderoy Lockhart emerged from the cabin.

"Quick, behind here," Harry hissed, and they took Ron behind a bush.

"It's a simple matter if you know what you're doing!" Lockhart was saying aloud. "If you need help, you know where I am! I'll let you have a copy of my book. I'm surprised you haven't already got one - I'll sign one tonight and send it over. Well, good-bye!"

They waited a few seconds, Ron still having not the greatest time. Hermione knocked on the door. Hagrid appeared quickly, for a second he looked like he was about to yell at them, but it soon changed into a smile.

"Bin wonderin' when you'd come ter see me - come in, come in - thought you mighta bin Professor Lockhart back again -"

Hagrid was not surprised by Ron's issue, he let Harry explained as Ron sat there, shaking uncontrollably.

"Better out than in," he said cheerfully, handing Ron a big bucket, "Get 'em all up, Ron."

"I don't think there's anything to do except wait for it to stop," said Hermione, "That's a difficult curse to work at the best of times, but with a broken wand-"

"What did Lockhart want with you, Hagrid?" Harry asked, scratching Fang's ears.

"Givin' me advice on gettin' kelpies out of a well," growled Hagrid, "Like I don' know. An' bangin' on about some banshee he banished. If one word of it was true, I'll eat my kettle."

"I think you're being a bit unfair. Professor Dumbledore obviously thought he was the best man for the job -" Hermione was quick to correct, but Hagrid interrupted.

"He was the on' man for the job," said Hagrid, "An' I mean the on' one. Gettin' very difficult ter find anyone fer the Dark Arts job. People aren't too keen ter take it on, see. They're startin' ter think it's jinxed. No one's lasted long fer a while now. So tell me," said Hagrid, looking at Ron. "Who was he tryin' ter curse?"

"We were on the Quidditch team and the Slytherin team walked up to them, Malfoy is the new seeker, apparently he bought his way in..."

"Malfoy called Hermione something -it must've been really bad, because everyone went wild"

"It was bad," said Ron finally able to speak, "Malfoy called her 'Mudblood,' Hagrid -"

That was all he could say before throwing up another bunch of slugs.

"He didn'!" Hagrid gasped.

"He did," she said, "But I don't know what it means. I could tell it was really rude, of course -"

"It's about the most insulting thing he could think of," gasped Ron, coming back up. "Mudblood's a really foul name for someone who is Muggleborn - you know, non-magic parents. There are some wizards -like Malfoy's family- who think they're better than everyone else because they're what people call pure-blood." He gave a small burp, and a single slug fell into his outstretched hand. He threw it into the basin and continued, "I mean, the rest of us know it doesn't make any difference at all. Look at Neville Longbottom -he's pure-blood and he can hardly stand a cauldron the right way up."

"An' they haven't invented a spell our Hermione can' do," said Hagrid proudly, making Hermione go a brilliant shade of magenta.

"It's a disgusting thing to call someone," said Ron, wiping his sweaty brow with a shaking hand. "Dirty blood, see. Common blood. It's ridiculous. Most wizards these days are half-blood anyway. If we hadn't married Muggles we'd've died out."

He retched and ducked out of sight again.

"Well, I don' blame yeh fer tryin' ter curse him, Ron," said Hagrid loudly over the thuds of more slugs hitting the basin. "Bu' maybe it was a good thing yer wand backfired. 'Spect Lucius Malfoy would've come marchin' up ter school if yeh'd cursed his son. Least yer not in trouble."

"His father is just as awful and annoying," Mel huffed, "one of this days, I don't know which one of us, but I'm sure we'll end up giving Malfoy the beating of his life"

"It won't be you, of course," Harry said sarcastically, "you hate getting into fights"

"Shut up, Glasses."

"Harry," said Hagrid abruptly, "Gotta bone ter pick with yeh. I've heard you've bin givin' out signed photos. How come I haven't got one?"

Mel snorted, taking a treacle fudge that Hagrid had kindly put on the table for them. Harry looked completely offended.

"I have not been giving out signed photos," he said, "If Lockhart's still spreading that around-"

"I'm on'y jokin'," He laughed, patting Harry so hard on the back he almost hit the table face-first, "I knew yeh hadn't really. I told Lockhart yeh didn' need teh. Yer more famous than him without tryin'."

"Bet he didn't like that," said Harry.

"Don' think he did," Hagrid grinned. "An' then I told him I'd never read one o' his books an' he decided ter go. Treacle fudge, Ron?"

"Can I be your maid of honor, Glasses?" Mel teased as they walked back inside the castle, Hagrid mentioned that he'd found Ginny walking around his house trying to run into Harry, "If you and Ginny want to, of course, I'll be more than happy-"

"Stop," Harry snapped, "I don't tease you about Fred and George, so don't tease me"

"I just think it's so romantic!" She grinned.

"Of course you do, Mellow," He replied.

Mel gasped.

"I told you not to tell him about that stupid nickname!" Mel turned to look at Ron, who had shrunken in his place.

"Sorry! I didn't do it on purpose, we were talking the other day and it slipped!"

"It slipped -don't give me that look, Harry. The fact that you found a better nickname doesn't mean I'll stop calling you Glasses."

"I wasn't counting on it," He smirked.

"There you are," Professor McGonagall walked up to them, "You will do your detentions this evening."

"What're we doing, Professor?" said Ron, nervously suppressing a burp.

"You will be polishing the silver in the trophy room with Mr. Filch," said Professor McGonagall. "And no magic, Weasley - elbow grease."

"Miss Dumbledore will help Hagrid, and Potter will be helping Professor Lockhart answer his fan mail," said Professor McGonagall.

"Oh no - Professor, can't I go and do the trophy room, too?" said Harry, "Or help Hagrid?"

"Certainly not," said Professor McGonagall, "Professor Lockhart requested you particularly. Eight o'clock sharp, the three of you."

"Filch'll have me there all night," said Ron as they sat on the Gryffindor table, "No magic! There must be about a hundred cups in that room. I'm no good at Muggle cleaning."

"I'd swap anytime," said Harry, "I've had loads of practice with the Dursleys. Answering Lockhart's fan mail... he'll be a nightmare..."

Both of them looked at Mel with the same frown.

"You got the best deal," Ron complained, "helping Hagrid? He'll probably let you sit and watch"

"No, he'll probably make me work hard," Mel replied, "but I can't say I won't enjoy it, as long as it's not inside the forbidden forest..."

She made her way out of the castle alone after dinner, less upset than expected with her detention, humming absentmindedly to the dim afternoon light.

"Good evening," Said someone behind her.

Mel turned to see Erick, catching up to her.

"Mind if I join you, Miss?"

"I'm heading to detention," Mel informed him.

"I just want to tell you something," He said shortly.

"Well..." She eyed the boy curiously, "go ahead?"

"I didn't know about Malfoy- about him being the new seeker- I didn't know."

"Oh," Mel stopped walking, taken by surprise. "I wasn't expecting you to know."

"Good," He nodded, a soft frown upon his features, "I heard my brother making fun of the Weasley boy, is he alright?"

"He's better," Mel tilted her head, "Why does it bother you?"

"I'm not-" He said, then immediately he corrected, "I am- Not for him if I'm honest- I was worried about you, thinking I knew about Malfoy and decided not to tell you. I always knew my brother is an idiot but it never occurred to me that he'd be stupid enough to sell a position to someone that isn't even that good. We're surely gonna lose the cup again- not that I mind, I've never been a Quidditch fan myself, but you know... the house cup is a high stake to lose"

Mel observed him with a pensive expression, Erick raised a brow.

"What?"

"The Weasleys are such a lovely family... they tease, and most of the time they're arguing, but they love each other," She shrugged, "it's just weird to me that you speak so poorly about your own brother, he's your family, you know... I thought purebloods were loyal to their own kind"

It seemed like she'd touched a sensitive subject. Erick's eyes shifted to an angry glare and he said, very coldly:

"Not everyone can have a pretty family, Miss. Not all purebloods are as likable as the Weasleys."

The girl tried to fix it, but it was too late.

"I didn't mean-"

"Good luck with detention," He turned around.

"You could come and meet Hagrid if you want?" She offered loudly, Erick was already half-way.

"I'll pass," The boy replied, climbing up the stairs and back to the castle.

She was right about Hagrid, he made her work a lot but it was bearable and in the end, he let her go earlier than expected. At eleven she was already seated in the common room, finishing her History of Magic essay and softly stroking Grey's tiny head.

Once she was done, she wrote a letter to her mother, apologizing and promising she'd stay out of trouble for real this time. Then also wrote one for her uncle, he probably knew all the story by now, but Mel figured it was time to write to him anyway.

While looking for more ink, Erick's note fell from one of her books. Her stomach sank at the thought of their chat a few hours prior. Why did she always end up upsetting him? She wondered if being friends with him was actually a good idea.

Harry appeared around midnight.

"Oh," She jumped in her place, remembering she wasn't the only one who had detention, "how was it?"

"I... I'm not sure," He sat down next to her, the girl messily put her things away, "something odd happened while I was with Lockhart..."

"Odd?"

"I heard a voice," Harry shook his head with incertitude, "it sounded like it was in the room with us but when I told Lockhart he said he hadn't heard a thing"

"What kind of things did it say?"

Harry shivered.

"Not happy things for sure"

She nodded, a bit confused by his statement. She figured he was just confused, but believed him. Harry had no reason to be lying about something like that.

"Maybe Malfoy found out where you were and decided to do that, you should ask Ron if he had some strange occurrence like yours once he's back"

Harry looked up.

"He's not here yet?"

"I don't think so, Hagrid let me go earlier and Hermione told me none of you had arrived yet"

His eyes landed on the fireplace, deep in thought.

"I don't feel like it was just a joke..."

"Cheer up," Mel searched for his hand and gave it a little squeeze, "at least our detention it's over!"

"Yeah, yes..." He looked back at her, trying to smile, "I'll go to bed, you should too"

"I will," She nodded and watched as Harry got up and left.

The girl picked up her things. She felt her skin tingle where Harry's hand had touched.

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Obscure Marvel fancast of the day: Rachel Shelly as Dr. Tania Belisnky aka Red Guardian aka Starlight!

Tania Belinsky was a brilliant neurosurgeon from Russia, written back when the USSR was still in power. She grew up a devoted patriot to her country, and though she found some of what the government did to be (in her own words) repulsive, she was still dedicated to the positive Communist ideals of unity and the individual serving the many. However, when her father was exiled to Siberia for being a dissident, Tania become a costumed vigilante who fought crime, but also protected other dissidents, in hopes to reform Soviet society from within. For this reason, she was considered an enemy of the state and a wanted criminal herself by the Russian government. As a vigilante, she called herself the Red Guardian, after a previous superhero, a man who had been Russia’s answer to Captain America during the 50s. She had no superpowers, fighting purely through athletic skill, hand to hand combat, and the use of a bladed belt buckle as a weapon. Tania came to US at the request of Dr. Stephen Strange. Strange did not know she was secretly a superhero; he merely wanted her help as a fellow neurosurgeon in performing a brain transplant. The operation was a success, but right afterwards, Strange was attacked by the supervillain Plantman. Tania revealed her secret identity as Red Guardian, and they defeated Plantman with the help of Power Man. After that, Tania stayed in the United States to serve as another member of the Defenders alongside Dr. Stranger, Power Man, Valkyrie, Nighthawk, the Hulk, and other heroes. Alas, she only had a few adventures with the Defenders before she received a call from Russia, threatening her loved ones if she did not return. She did as commanded, and when she returned home, the KGB was waiting for her. They informed her that they knew of her secret identity, but it was not the government that they were taking her to…but instead to the most powerful man in all of Russia, the feared being known only as “Codename: Sergei”. It was he who had ordered her return and orchestrated this kidnapping. Tania fought her captors, but a mind-calming cowl was placed on her head, so that she was in a subdued state when she was brought before this man–Sergei Krylov aka “The Presence”, a mad scientific Soviet genius who had caused a Chernobyl-like nuclear disaster in the “Forbidden Zone” by using cobalt radiation that had transformed him into a superhuman being. He had been monitoring Tania and her activities, and while he considered her heroic ideals to be naive and misled, he had decided she was his ideal mate. Tania was forcibly subjected to the same radiation, and granted superhuman abilities as well—flight, super-strength, invulnerability, and the power to shoot blasts of pure nuclear radiation. However, these powers came at a terrible cost: her free will. Tania was now in mental thrall to the Presence, as little more than his zombie-like slave…though even in this state, she always begged him not to hurt others. However, the Presence was a supervillain (what a surprise) and when the pair inevitably came into conflict with Tania’s former teammates, the Defenders, Tania regained her free will when Presence was about to kill her friends. She rejected him, and when he called her the thing he loved most, she called out how his very words showed he just thought of her as a THING, and said that he didn’t really love her, he loved a fantasy he had of her, a zombie he had created. Basically, the Presence was a gross incel before a term was invented for it, and she called him out on it. His heart broken and ego deflated, the Presence departed. As for Tania, she was kept isolated at a Soviet research facility, til the Presence unleashed a giant radioactive amoeba on Russia. Tania was unleashed to do battle the amoeba and stop him. When she arrived on the scene, she realized he wasn’t the blame for the giant amoeba, but was fighting it himself…and failing with their combined powers, they destroyed it…and then Presence confessed his love to her and as if that weren’t bad enough, SHE STAYED WITH HIM! And, surprise, she was later shown to be under his mental control again later! which makes me think that his control never really left her in the first place, and that her getting away from him physically helped her stave it off, but when she got close to him again while fighting the amoeba, that re-activated it, and THAT’S why she agreed to stay with him once more. Anyway, Presence starts going mad with power…which just means he gets more egotistical and gross. he decided he should not just be content with ONE mind-controlled consort, but should have ALL the sexiest Soviet superheroines. So he sends the mind-controlled (yet still aware enough to cry) Tania (who now goes by Starlight instead of Red Guardian) to kidnap her fellow Russian heroines, Black Widow and Darkstar. Darkstar, by the way, is the long-lost daughter of the Presence. And he knows this at this point. And yet he still wants her in his little Soviet Harem. Seriously. It’s so gross. Starlight says that this shows how he isn’t mentally well, but his “symptoms” seem to be just being egotistical and thinking he’s entitled to a bunch of hot women being under his command including his own daughter, he doesn’t seem insane so much as just disgusting to me. In any case, Starlight once again manages to snap out of his control, but “chooses” to return to him since she believes that her love can heal him. Yeah, I don’t think that’s really her choice. I think her “love” for him is just more mind-control. And if it’s not, it’s Stockholm Syndrome. And the tragic thing is, if she ditches him for real? She’s all alone. His radiating her didn’t just give her powers (which seem to have been simply to enable her to do his dirty work, like KIDNAPPING WOMEN) they also make her radioactive herself, so she can’t be around other people long or she’ll irradiate them, killing them or making them sick. He’s ensured that he’s the only person she can be around, it’s either him alone or total isolation. Just like a real abuser often isolates their victims through mundane means. Anyway, yet again she “chooses” to be with him after he is defeated by the Avengers in another villainous effort. Tania begs for his life to be spared and accompanies him into custody despite the fact she did nothing against the Avengers during their conflict, only looks sad. The exposition says that Thor shakes his head at her choice, but…as I’ve said, I don’t think it’s a choice. It’s either some degree of still-active enslavement, or the “choice” of any other abused victim when they “choose” to stay with their abuser. That’s what so many people don’t get about abuse—that victims usually “choose” to stay with them, because of how much the abusers warp their mind. And that’s just in real life, where super-powered mind-control doesn’t exist. Starlight and Presence are later released from custody to fight a greater supervillain threat, Kang the conqueror, and Presence plans to use their regained freedom to do more villainy, but Starlight talks him out of it. That’s usually what she does, try to persuade him not to be a supervillain or hurt innocents. So she’s not under totally robotic control, she can have free thought like that, she just…can’t leave or disobey him. In a way, that’s almost crueler than if she was just a robotic zombie, because it means she’s aware of what’s going on. No wonder she looks sad a lot, huh? But then again, her “persuading” Presence not to go rogue while fighting Kang…was by threatening to him that she would leave him if he did. And he agreed. So he at least does believe she can or would leave. Maybe his control waxes and wanes. Or maybe she really is choosing to be with him, so long as he doesn’t go too far in his evil, because she thinks she can change him or because, as mentioned, she can’t be around anyone else. Of course, HE can’t be around anyone else either, so does that give her one bit of leverage too. Abuse victims do sometimes have that, and it doesn’t invalidate their victimhood or make them “not really victims/not really abused”. Anyway, at some point offscreen, she grew able to control her radiation seepage, so that she was able to be around others again, and she left Presence. She became a superhero again, and joined the Winter Guard, the Russian superhero squad. Darkstar and Vanguard, the Presence’s long-estranged children, were on this squad…and Starlight started a romantic relationship with Vanguard. The son of the man who enslaved her and forced her to be his lover and servant. And as weird as that is…I get it, actually. Abuse victims often desire to go back to their abusers, and many do. Others have to fight themselves on it, even years after escaping. It’s quite possible, likely even, that Starlight still “needed” Presence, and thus getting with his son was a way of coping with that, a way to be with him without returning to him. So yeah it’s weird and squicky but it makes sense. As for Presence, he took up with a Dire Wraith sorceress named Fantasma (who was a former member of the Winter Guard herself) When the Winter Guard fought them, Fantasma was thrown into Limbo…and she dragged Starlight along with her. Neither has been seen since. My problem with Tania’s story isn’t the content itself. A story about a smart, powerful woman with her own interesting life who has everything taken from her because a man decided he owned her is a very realistic one, despite the fantastic trappings of this scenario, and it’s worth telling. But it needs to be handled with care and attention. This should be TANIA’S story. It should be ABOUT her. We should see her tragedy and triumph up close and personal. The writers should CARE and ask the readers to care too. But that’s not what happens. This cool lady joins the Defenders, has an interesting personality set up with an interesting personal conflict set up (her loyalty to her country vs her hate of its government) and then all of a sudden she just gets swept off the playing board and is kind of forgotten, popping up here and again over the next 20+ years to remind us that she belongs to this gross guy now and has limited to nil free will, escapes a few times but only temporarily, and the heroes she was friends with just all kind of ignore it. This isn’t like Bucky Barnes or Laura Kinney where the story of her trauma and enslavement is the focus, where she’s the main character, where careful attention is paid to her arc, where she HAS an arc. Tania doesn’t have an arc. Hell, when she finally gets her free will back and her radiation-seep under control, it’s completely offscreen! Her victory is never shown! She just shows up with the good guys again and we’re left to infer what happened, as if it’s some insignificant detail! And just as she’s done this—she gets tossed offscreen, forever. At least forever thus far. It’s just…so unfair. And I don’t mean on an in-universe level, where drama and conflict and unfairness should happen just like in the real world, and to keep the story moving. I mean it’s unfair in how it was handled on a meta level, and this character and her story deserved a fuck ton better.