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This is from a new TESIV: Oblivion Fic I'm writing, No Knight in Shining Armour, Xe. It's not quite the last lines, but I think it's funny

The armour is a work of art. The gold inlay glitters, the red enamel lies bold and proud. It fits beautifully, moves smoothly. The tingle of enchantments runs up xir arms like goosebumps. The armourer is offended when xe asks how strong it is, but Ocato puts a stop to them proving its mettle before the ceremony.

AKA

Rowan: Sure, it's pretty, but is it going to save my life? Armourer: You listen here, bucko. You think I'd make the Champion of Cyrodiil inferior armour? You'll think again once I've shown you- Ocato: For the love of the Divines! If I see even one dent in that before the knighting ceremony, you're both going to jail!

[lyliah7]

The Bats Shall Dance For You - chapter 1

(Okay so technically it's been the 2nd of October for 13 minutes where I live, but in my defense I spent 4 hours outlining my fic so it took longer than planned, AND I posted on AO3 at like 11:59.)

Summary

Last Hallowe'en, Mildred saved the school (once again) and the founding stone. This Hallowe'en, she just wanted to be a better witch, and Miss Hardbroom's offer to tutor her was the best thing that could ever happened to her. After all, not only would she get to learn even more from the greatest witch there was, she would get to spend a lot more time with her favorite teacher.

Notes

Hi :D

This takes places right after season 2, basically you can forget everything that happened after the founding stone because I am ignoring it (except the fact that Mildred is lantern monitor)

I'm following The Worst Witchy-tober 2021, so each chapter of this fic will be inspired by a prompt. I will try to update every day but I might have some delay from time to time because school and life are hard.

Title from The Extraordinary Esper Vespertilio.

I hope you like it!

English isn't my first language and this isn't betta-read so all mistakes are mine.

No CW for this chapter (if you think I should add some please tell me and I'll add them!)

Fic under the cut. Also posted on AO3.

Hallowe’en is in the air

This morning was like any other morning for Hecate Hardbroom, deputy head of Cackle’s academy. At 5 am she got up to make sure no one was wreaking havoc (it was pretty unplausible this early in the morning but you never know what goes through the head of teenaged witches) and once that was done, she went to prepare her potion laboratory for the day. This never took her long but you can’t ever be too prepared. By the time she was done with her morning tasks it was still only 6 am, Mildred should have already gotten up to put out the lanterns (but she was probably trailing down the stairs while trying to put her shoes on). Well, Hecate would give her half an hour more before checking on her, first she had to make a new batch of Wide-Awake potions because she was almost out of them and that wouldn’t do.

Once the potion was safely bottled in and hidden in her private rooms, Hecate went to tour the castle to check on Mildred and enjoy the fresh air and quiet before it was too late (but mostly to check on Mildred).

As soon as Mildred spotted her, she stopped her broom to say a quick well met and made a slopy bow that almost caused her to fall over (but luckily, she caught herself just in time to not embarrass herself in front of her form mistress, again). As soon as the potion teacher returned the greeting, Mildred flew off to finish her lantern duty and then head off to breakfast. As Hecate looked at her perform her task, a thought crossed her mind unbidden, and since it wasn’t the first time she had this specific thought she decided to talk about it with Ada.

~

Knock knock

‘Come in!’

‘Well met Ada.’

‘Well met Hecate, do you want a biscuit?’

‘No thank you. I’m here to talk to you about Mildred Hubble.’

‘Oh dear. What has she done now?’

‘She has changed since she learned she came from a witching family. She is more focused on her work and does not hesitate to ask me question anymore.’

‘Hm yes, Miss Drill, Miss Bat and Mister Rowan-Webb told me the same. But that’s hardly something that needs to be reported before breakfast. So, what are you thinking about Hecate?’

‘When you gave Miss Hubble a place here, I feared for the craft. And ever since then, mayhem and mishaps have seemed to follow in her footsteps. I thought she might benefit from a mentorship with one of the teachers.’

‘And are you included in this list of teachers, dear?’

‘Well… she… she would hardly want to spend more time with me, and the point is for her to enjoy this… arrangement.’

‘And what makes you think that? After all, as you said she comes to you when she has questions. She could go and ask any of us but she chose you every time. And we all know you are the best witch there is, thus you are the best mentor she could ever have.’

‘Oh. Well… I… If you are sure?’

‘I am.’

‘Well, in that case I guess I should tell her tonight, once she is done with lantern duties for the day.’

And with that said, Hecate waved her hand and transferred away. She had to talk with one Ms. Hubble to get her authorization before speaking with her daughter.

~

‘Miss Hardbroom! You scared me! Don’t you people know it is polite to knock on someone’s door, rather than just appear in the middle of their living room unannounced?’

Ignoring the barb thrown her way, Hecate simply stated that she needed to talk about Mildred and that it couldn’t wait. Once she had Julie’s attention, she explained how Mildred got into less scrapes and how more focused she seemed in class. She told her that while Mildred was still behind her peers it wasn’t for a lack of work or effort on her part, but it was simply because she was missing the bases that every young witch grew up with.

‘It’s good to hear you praising my Millie and finally realizing she is doing all she can in a world she was thrown into without explanations, but couldn’t that be said through a mirror call?’

‘That could have been… done through a call yes. But I wanted to ask you the authorization to offer Mildred some tutoring… with… me. I do not wish for her to be deterred in her hard work, and I fear having more lessons might feel like a punition to her.’

‘You mean, with you.’

‘Excuse me?’

‘You mean “having more lessons with you”. You think Millie will hate spending time with you. Well, you don’t have to worry about that. Any time she is home she goes on and on about how great a witch you are. And it would be amazing for her to finally be taught what her classmates learned as toddlers.’

‘Must I understand that you approve of this arrangement?’

‘Yes, I do. Now go and tell my daughter, she will be overjoyed.’

The grimace on Hecate’s face when hearing this sentence cracked Julie up in a fit of giggles, and as the dark-haired witch transferred from the Hubble flat to the sound of the non-witch’s laughter, all she could think about was how similar this sound was to Mildred’s own giggles (usually heard after one of Enid’s many pranks).

~

That night

The potion mistress watched her student lit the last lantern and beaconed her closer.

‘Yes, Miss Hardbroom?’

‘Mildred Hubble… It is… good… to see you taking your duties seriously.’

‘Of course, Miss! I’m a real witch now, after all!’

‘You were a… real… witch before finding out your ancestors were witches.’

‘You really think so?’

‘Hm. I observed that lately you have spent more time focusing on your lessons, and less times causing mayhem.’

‘Well, I’m trying to be a great witch, just like you, Miss!’

If that sentence made Hecate emotional (and it definitely did), she shown nothing of it and simply offered Mildred to tutor her if she so wished. Mildred barely refrained from hugging her teacher after this proposal, her being tutored by Miss Hardbroom? The worst witch being tutored by the best witch? That was definitely the best day of her life! (Well, right after that Hallowe’en her mum took her to a fair and won her a huge plushie of a cat in a pumpkin outfit.)

Seeing Mildred going back to her room with a skip in her step because of the idea of working with her made the deputy’s heart flutter in her chest. Last Hallowe’en was the worst of Hecate’s life, being frozen and all, but this year Hallowe’en might well be her best Hallowe’en yet.

[irepookie]

Infinity

Summary: QUEEN AU where Roger (akaRow) is a teen single dad and aspiring rock star

Warnings: fluff fluff fluff and some cursing.

Words: 2090

I changed the names Cause I feel more comfortable writing it that way (idk why) but I could re-change them if that'd help you getting more into the story.

Rowan Queen: (tho you can imagine Ben as well. This is my take)

Chapter 1: I'm here

Written from his mother's POV, which gives us some insight on the family background and history as the first day of the rest of their lives unravels.

Gina Marie Queen (neé Thomas) had always been ahead of her time. She was never a fearful woman. Not for men anyway. She hadn't had a father -that alcoholic piece of shit was nothing close to that.-

And for all she knew, she hadn't had a husband either -another waste of space-. She had finally kicked him out hers and her son's life after 10 years of hell when that drunk asshole's rehearsal fits had made her lose the daughter she had been longing for since she could remember.

He could throw plates at her, and she'd fight back burning his beloved match tapes. Or intoxicate his food. Those were her favorite paybacks.

He could verbally abuse their son, and wake up with pink hair the next day. (Rowan's idea when he was 10)

But the night he had pushed her and she had broken waters at month number 5, that was it.

It should have ended earlier, she knew. Her unborn daughter shouldn't have had to suffer the consequences for Gina to finally throw his shit out the window and soak them in the Jack Daniels bottle he hid under his side of the bed and light them with the lighter he'd switch his bloody cigars.

But unfortunately that's what it had taken.

And she would have strangled him in his sleep if she had known Rowan would be taken care of while in jail. But she wasn't. And someone had to think of the rebellious trouble maker too.

And when her son -yes, she decided that rebellious trouble maker was, more or less, worthy of the title despite being the spitting image of the his father- became a father, Gina feared her granddaughter would have the same fate. Row had it in his genes and , as much she had tried to raise him as best as she was capable of, that fear never faded.

So when the phone rang

"Rowan Queen?"

""I'm his mother"

"I'm from the Hospital's maternity aisle. We call to inform you that his daughter's mom has disappeared after giving birth..."

That was all she needed to hear before dropping the phone and leaving it hanging upside down

"ROWAN EUGENE QUEEN! GET YOUR FUCKING ASS HERE THIS INSTANT!"

"I've got rehearsals with the band..."

"YOU GOT SOMEONE PREGNANT, YOU IDIOT??!"

"Me? No!"

"WELL THINK AGAIN!"

"Mum..."

"Just got a call from hospital saying your daughter's mother has disappeared after birth!!! And they called us!"

He was high school's infamous Playboy. Blonde, Blue Big eyes, and a charming smile. And on top of that, one of the four members of a wannabe rock band. The Hot Drummer, they call him .Gina knew. She didn't need to hear about his reputation to know the likelihood of him getting someone pregnant was high. But she had pictured it differently.

She grabbed him by the wrist and pulled, but he didn't move. He kept staring at nowhere.

"Rowan!!!"

No reaction.

She had to slap his cheek in order to get him out his shock

"What do you want?!"

"We're going to hospital, right now"

"What? Why?"

"To work this shit out!!"

"But we have to rehearse"

"Fuck that shit Rowan! They've just told us you got someone pregnant and she run off! That's the most important thing right now so get in that this instance!!"

He did as told. It was a tense car ride. And Gina remembered Elsa. Her baby girl. And how for her father's fault she wasn't there.

"So what now?" Row asked

"We're putting her up for adoption, unless they can contact the mother, although I don't think she should have a say. But if you're the so called father and your name is in the file, we can leave your part signed and then go home."

"Oh"

Gina thought she caught a hint of disappointment in his voice.

It had to be her imagination. Disappointment over what? Missing the wonderful experience of being a teen dad? Ha.

He did look thoughtful. He hadn't even turned on the radio.

Something was off.

But she figured he'd just want to get this whole thing over with, and that he'd sign her over to a better family. As anyone with minimum common sense would

Right?

Then, as they waited for the application, he asked if he could see her.

Her answer was immediate "No"

"Why?"

"How come Why? Why on Earth would you want to see her?"

"Well I'm here. You've been freaking out , and freaking me out as well. Might as well see who this fuss is about"

"A baby. That's it. You don't need to see one. They all look the same. Small, Wrinkly, like a large prune. There you have it"

"Well I wanna see my... That small wrinkled prune"

Damn. He had said <<mine>>. He already considered her his.

Gina changed her strategy.

"Your name is on the certificate, right. But that means nothing"

"Why would it be there otherwise?""

"A mistake. Or maybe the mother just wants to tangle you up."

"The mother's gone"

"Yes. For now. It's called Baby Blues, and when it's gone She'll have you exactly where she wants to. Because I'm guessing she won't be no straight A student either, and you'll have to sustain them both -if you ever make it to college- and you'll end up getting married, and maybe you don't even love her, but divorce is even more tedious than getting married. That's why I've Never done it. So you'll both be stuck as cashiers in whatever low cost store, and then she'll confess that you were her high school crush but that the kid is actually her ex boyfriend's and then you'll throw a fit, and you'll get in a fight and you'll end up grabbing whatever is on your reach to hit whoever's on your reach...."

"Wait mom. I just... I just wanna see her." Row cut her off " Whoever the fuck she may actually be, I'm the one who's here. And I ain't signing anything without knowing who I'm making decisions for. That's all. I just want to see. I don't even want to touch her or whatever. Just knowing who's the reason I had to turn the boys down today. Then I'll sign the paper and we'll go home."

"She's in the NICU anyway. Doubt they'll let you in"

"What's NICU?" Gina caught genuine concern in his voice.

"Nothing bad." She reassured.

They handed the files, and she took them "I'll fill them"

She got through the first page, and he was gone.

Shit. That stubborn bastard.

She didn't want him to be a father. He was 19 for fucks shake. Had never had one of his own. He had only moved out a couple months ago. Nothing lasted much for him. Wether it was a girlfriend, a job, clothes... His longest pet had reached one year alive. And he couldn't go long without getting injured

Not even his drum kit had survived the move, and was litterally patched up. She'd consider herself guilty of murder if she allowed a baby to be on that list. Not to mention the alternative was that she'd be the one, sooner or later, to take over. Because he was never patient and would stress too much -if he didn't lose interest first- or get fed up and cause her shaken Baby syndrome. And just as she was too young to be a grandmother, she was too old to raise a second kid.

So she stormed inside the NICU aisle ready to get him out of there. And what she saw was quite breathtaking. The look in his eyes was priceless: such fondness and marvel... Only comparable to when he had first seen that red Ludwig drum set through the glass of the local music store.

"I've never seen something so awesome in my life!" He had said.

They had never been able to afford it. He had tried to get a job after school, to save up everything. But it hadn't been enough. And he'd go everyday to that street, and just stare at the shiny wonderful kit for hours, hands on the glass, knowing that the likelihood of ever owning it was almost non existent.

He ended up making acquaintance with the owner. They tried to bargain for it, but his lowest price was way too high for them. He did get to play it once tho, and it was an undescribable experience. Murray, the owner, let him give it a try out of pity when someone else bought it, as a farewell. And had never seen anything like it again.

Now this baby was, technically, his -regardless of what biology could say- and he was about to give it away.

Gina did know on first hand it was, having been a volunteer on midwife assistance with her aunt. And 10/10 woman who swore to never want anything to do with their child changed their minds as soon as they laid eyes on them. Only those who really followed through -take it away, I don't wanna see it- walked out there with empty arms.

Now Row was looking at that baby ad if she was a treasure, but that meant nothing in the long term. His father had done something similar to Elsa's sonogram.

Her poor little girl. So young.

So helpless. She had been so naive thinking he would ever change.

But she wasn't gonna make that mistake again. She loved her son, but he really wasn't good at anger management.

She couldn't expose another innocent child to such danger.

"Rowan, come here now. You've seen her. Got what you wanted. Met her. Now let's get this over with"

His hand was resting on the top of the incubators glass, even if he had unglued his eyes from the tiny being inside and nailed on her now, as if he had been staring at the sun for a long while and was now blinded.

"Why the hurry?"

Was she hearing correctly?

"How come Why the hurry? Because we both have things to do"

"I've already cancelled the one plan I had..."

"Well I still have an errand to get done."

He didn't reply, eyes back on the child

"Rowan" she approached him, making sure not to look at the kid. "Rowan Eugene Queen, look at me when I'm talking to you" she ordered in a strict tone

"What?"

"Papers. Signature. Now"

"I'm thinking about it"

"Thinking about...?! Thinking about what? What's there to think? Sign these and we'll go home, and we'll never have to look back at this! Nobody has to know."

"And what about the raisin?"

"The what?"

"Her. What about her?"

"She'll be fine. Adopting couples love newborns. She'll go to a fit, nice marriage and will be very happy. And we'll resume our lives"

"And I'll never see her again?"

"Why do you care?"

He just shrugged and turned his attention back to her. Gina watched him watch her. Goddamn. She was losing him.

"Are you the father?" A nurse asked, walking towards.

*Don't say it. Don't say it. Don't say it*

Gina prayed.

"I suppose I am" He said it so naturally, with such a bright genuine smile that Gina almost forgot how critical those words were.

"Well, I'm Callie, and I'm on charge tonight. Congratulations, Mr... Oh, Queen." Her eyes widened When reading the tag on the incubator. "We're glad at least someone's here"

"Yea, well..." He scratched the back of his head nervously

"Don't worry. Her mom will get over it." She turned to Gina "You must be Gran..."

"No I'm not" Gina snapped harshly before she could finish the sentence "We were leaving"

"We were not"

"Rowan, I will not repeat it. Sign those bloody papers and get your ass back in the car"

"What if I don't want to?"

"This is serious! There's no other way!"

"Yes there is!"

"You can't be serious!" What 19 year old would ever choose this?

"Well I am"

"You don't even know what serious means! You have no sense of responsibility! You've never finished anything you've ever started!"

"Maybe I want to change! Maybe I can grow up if you stop pestering the shit outta me day In day out! This is not your decision!"

"I'm not letting you do this Row!"

"Then go! Leave me the fuck alone and stop getting in my way!"

Before Gina could answer, a small cry came from the incubator.

And she found herself walking backwards.

It was right she couldn't stop him but she wasn't gonna take part on it.

So she turned around and left, as the nurse explained Row how to hold his newborn daughter.

"You're not gonna break her, I promise. You'll do fine. Because you're here. Just because you're here I know you're gonna be a great dad. You already are" Callie said, putting his trembling arms on the correct position before lifting the small white bundle out the incubator.

They usually didn't do it unless it was necessary for a feed or a change, but she thought this was even more important: they had to meet each other properly: The little one needed to hold on to someone after being abandoned. And there was something in the young boy's eyes that told her he needed just the same.

So with a reassuring smile Callie placed her on Rowan's arms, who brought her closer to his chest by instinct, a small smile already on his lips as he took in her features.

She was gorgeous. And he didn't know why, but he found her to be the most perfect thing he had ever seen. He instantly knew he was gonna protect that wrinkled prune at all costs.

"Hey there, lil'raisin. I'm..." He swallowed the lump in his throat "I'm your Dad and... I'm here now."

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Hope you guys liked it

It's my first fic on Tumblr so I still don't have the formatting completely handled and my phone won't let me select all the paragraphs at once to put it all in regular font.

Let me know what you think. Thank you all!!😍😍😍😍

~Pookie