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quillsanddaydreams · 4 years ago

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fred weasley x reader

—author’s note: I really have no explanation for this except that I saw an old fic of mine and the idea just struck. This is a re-imagined version of 'don't say goodbye' from my main i.e. @with-love-anu Fred had been spending lesser and lesser time with you every day and you couldn't take it anymore.

—warning(s): mentions of food and drinks, break up, angst but it's hurt and comfort, low-key descriptions of anxiety attack. gender neutral!reader (pronouns haven't been used throughout the story)

—wordcount: 2,190

The fire crackled orange and gold, painting the dark walls. You were sitting right beside the mantle looking at the wall ticking. It was 11:35pm. Fred should’ve been home hours ago.

Tilting your head, you ran your thumb through the sharp edge’s of the photo frame. Friendly— happy faces smiled back at you. It was you and Fred from your 6th year. He had an arm around you, kissing your cheek before winking at the camera. Oh you remembered that day. Vividly. The two of you had just started dating after months of pining. Fred had been an absolute sweetheart. One date led to the next and you didn’t realise you two had spent years together. From graduating from hogwarts, to working your way up on your jobs, moving in together… You were madly in love and nothing else seemed to have mattered.

Everything looked great. Looked. Your parents often told you about ichs. A common rash. Ignore it and it will go away. Scratch it, and it will make your life hell. They never told you however, how long it takes. And you had been shutting your eyes to this one far too long. Fred was never there. Never. Both of you had jobs. Demanding jobs. Yet it seemed Fred was the only one without a moment to spare.

Your morning began with you getting up and ready for your day. Freshening up, making breakfast for the two of you— storing Fred’s with a quick warming spell and a note because you knew you’ll be gone by the time he woke up. Never having the heart to rouse him you simply smiled and pressed a kiss to his forehead, apprating to the ministry. When you came back, he would still be at the shop, working late into the night. Exhaustion caught you, you were unable to keep yourself from falling asleep after 12.

Heaving a sigh, you pushed your head back staring at the ceiling above. The thing was that you missed him. Terribly. You couldn’t even remember the time he held you, let alone ask about your day— it had been months. There had been a hundred times, sitting alone having dinner or seeing his side of the bed empty. Loneliness caught with you reminisened all the times he would pull you over his lap, pressing kisses all over your face. Telling you about the newest invention at his shop. All confrontations with him about the same had ended the same way. With him promising he would try. He never did.

Glancing at the clock again, you felt your body grow hot with anger. It was nearly midnight. You had left him a note to come home early that day. Promotion at work had flashed like the perfect occasion to catch up. Happiness had been bubbling through you all day. Although as time passed, your excitement dulled. The food turned cold and ice in the firewhiskey bucket had melted. Your eyes pricked with tears as you felt your stomach churn. There was a pop as the door opened to reveal a disheveled Fred. He gave you a small smile before moving straight towards the bedroom.

“Fred,” you called out, clearing your throat and wiping away the tears. Did he really not notice? “Did you get my note?”

“Hmm?” he said, shuffling through his drawer. “Oh! Yes I did, sorry but work came up love, couldn’t make it.”

You clenched your jaw.

“Work?” you asked, agitated. “What work keeps you out until midnight Fred?”

His answering sigh infuriated you further.

“You need to change your work schedule, Fred,” you said, crossing your arms. “George comes back to Angelina before 8. I’m sure you can manage before 9. I don't see you Fred. I don't get to talk to you or spend a moment with you. It's like I'm living alone— I spent more time with you before we moved in!”

Fred squeezed his eyes shut, tired.

“I’ll try, I promise,” he said after a minute. “Let’s eat first, shall we?”

“No, Fred. You promise me that every time,” you hissed. “I want you to tell me you’ll be home tomorrow before 9. Like a normal person.”

“What do you want me to do, huh?” Fred snapped. “I thought you would be more supportive of me and my business.”

“Don’t you dare say that,” you threatened. “I’ve been there for you every step of the way. What I am asking you is for you to take out some time for me. I need you to be there for me too!”

“Well excuse me for wanting to earn enough money for our future. For wishing you didn’t have to work to live a happy life.”

“Fred,” you said, your voice a dangerous whisper. “You know exactly how much I love my job. I’ve always been happy working. What has gotten into you? You were always so supportive of me!”

Something crossed Fred’s eye and he took a step back, shaking himself. He took a deep breath.

“Listen,” Fred said calmly. “It’s late now, we can talk about it tomorrow.”

“When, Fred? When? In the morning, when you are asleep or at night which is the time right now?”

Fred remained silent. It felt like you were bursting. All the frustration, sadness and disappointment poured in.

“It hurts, Fred. It hurts and it feels like I’m alone in this. People ask me how we are doing and I don’t know what to tell them. I have no idea what’s going on with the person I live with. I don’t even know where our relationship is goin—”

“You know what?” Fred said, finally losing his cool, throwing his hands in the air. “If you feel so alone, maybe you wouldn’t find a difference if we even separate.”

You gasped.

“I’m going to give you a moment to take that back,” you hushed. Fred crossed his arms. “Think about it before telling me you meant it.”

“Listen, you know I put my work above anything else,” he said, gritting his teeth. “I’ve always wanted to be rich enough so people like Malfoy wouldn’t dare to insult me or my family. That shop. It’s my life. It’s everything that lets me afford the things I never could.”

“So the shop’s more important to you than having me stay?” you said, your throat heavy. Digging your nails into the palm of your hand you searched Fred’s face. The face you had fallen in love with, the one that didn’t quite meet your eyes now which forebode tears. No you couldn’t cry now. Not when he disregarded your job you had been so passionate about, not when his status in life was more important to him. When Fred didn’t say anything, you let out a dry laugh. Shaking your head you moved towards your wardrobe, your head thumping. You took out a couple of your clothes, money and some documents, packing up a bag. Fred stared at you wide eyed as you went for the door.

“What are you doing?” he demanded as you opened the door moving out.

“Well, since you don’t care if we separate and your shop is the only thing you’re living for; it only seems fair that I leave,” you said, furiously rubbing away the tear that fell down your cheek. “Oh and Weasley? I hope you become the wealthiest wizard in the country.”

The last thing you saw was Fred’s shook form before a familiar house came into view. Knocking on your best friend’s door, you wondered whether you should have taken a hotel. It was very late after all. Before you could turn back and leave, Ruhaan opened up. He looked sleepy but his expression changed on seeing you.

“Hey, are you alright? What’s the—”

“Can I stay here tonight?” you blurted. “I’ll crash on the couch... ”

Ruhaan wrapped an arm around your shoulder, leading you in.

“Of course you can,” he said as your throat felt heavy. “You’re always welcome here, what happened?”

“I… we broke up,” you croaked. Admitting things aloud often made things real. Stating your breakup to Ruhaan made you really assess the situation. Blood rushed to your head as you realised you really just left back someone you had loved for six long years. Still did. Your legs wobbled making you lose your balance but Ruhaan held you steady.

“I can’t believe it… I… love him…” you gulped.

“Let me first get you some tea,” he said, rubbing your sides.

-♡♡♡-

Fred was a mess. He fell on the floor with a thump, realising what happened moments ago. You left. The person he had loved all his life had left him. And it was his fault. All those months he had been trying to get the latest product to work. George had given up on it long ago knowing well how dangerous it was to work on. Yet he stood back, working extra hours determined to get it done. It made him lose sight of what was important, you. His heart constricted as he felt like he couldn’t breath. Hot tears fell down his cheeks as he let out a frustrated shout. He had finally lost everything.

For the next few days, Fred worked as an auto pilot. Numbness had caught up to him. He couldn’t bring himself to eat or sleep. Your thoughts plagued him. It was like he was watching your face fall as you moved out over and over again. The apartment felt devoid of spirit— dark and cold. Fred missed you, your smile as he sleepily joined you in bed, pulling you closer; your notes with little doodles telling him to take care… George vaguely knew about what happened, he couldn’t bring himself to talk about it. Visits to your best friend’s place have always gone the same. Ruhaan told him you weren’t there.

Fred wanted— needed you. He loved you. Always did. And he would be damned if he failed to show you. Again. Washing his face, he apparated to Ruhaan’s door again. Biting the inside of his cheek, he waited as a familiar face came into view sighing on spotting him.

“Fred,” he said, taking a deep breath. “I’ve told you…”

“Please,” he said, cutting him off. “Please, I know what I’ve done. Terrible won’t start to describe it. Just give me a chance to talk. I won’t push. I won’t. I am really ashamed of the things I did. At least let me make it right…”

Ruhaan searched his face, mentally debating with himself. Fred was pleading, begging. He would do anything to make this right.

“Alright, don’t screw this up,” Ruhaan said, ushering him in directing him towards your room. “The first door on the right.”

Fred nodded, moving briskly to where he indicated. Heart pounding, he knocked. Your voice came throaty, calling him in. When he saw you, his breath caught up. You looked terrible. Dark circles under red puffy eyes, nestled up in blankets. Noticing him, you sat up straighter.

“I told Ruhaan I didn’t want to see you,” you muttered. Fred moved to sit beside you. You looked away.

“I…” he began, not finding the correct words. “I brought this for you…”

He fished out a small box out of his pocket, handing it to you. It transformed into a teddy bear as the pack touched you, splaying itself over your hand like a rock. You narrowed your eyes at Fred.

“I’ve been working on this in secret for the last six months,” he rasped. “A teddy bear for blue days. The more I worked on it, the stiffer it became. I could not imagine what exactly I was doing wrong. I tried charming it, transforming it, twisting and twerking it around...”

“Fred,” you said, cutting him off. He blinked as streaks of heavy tears fell down his cheek.

“I was so fucking angry and determined to make it work that I couldn’t see anything else than that,” he sobbed. “I’ve said and done things that I couldn’t forgive myself for. I’ve made promises I never followed and I’ve let you go. I… I know that there is no reason for you to even hear me out right now. But I can’t lose you. I can’t… I can’t. I’ll do whatever it takes to have you back but I don’t want to say goodbye to the best thing in my life. Please. You don’t have to excuse me but give me one opportunity to make it up to you.”

You inhaled sharply.

“You’ll come home before 9?” you asked.

“At seven everyday.”

“You’ll spare time for me?”

“Dates every other weekend.”

“You’ll cook everything for the next 3 weeks?” you said as Fred let out a breathy chuckle.

“Only your favourites.”

You looked at his face, wet from crying. Eyes praying for your answer.

“You’ll kiss me right now?” you said as a dull surprise crossed his face. He cradled your face, kissing you softly. You closed your eyes, body relaxing for the first time in days.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, his voice low. You held his hand, squeezing it.

“I know.”

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mionemymind · 4 years ago

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Do I owe her the truth?

Summary: (Hermione x Gender Neutral Reader) Should Y/n tell the truth to Hermione no matter the consequences?

Words: 5223

A/N: Let me know what y’all think. I’m sorry I having been writing a lot but I figured you deserve something for waiting for so long. Thank you for being patient. You all are the best!!

According to the great philosopher Kant, one must always do the nature of the good principle regardless of the outcome. Simply put, even if a killer was knocking on the door and asking for your friend, you must answer with the truth of their location. Although a lot argue over philosophies, Y/n simply minded their business. They figured that they have their whole life to sort out what good things they must do and bad things they must keep away. However, a bright witch among their age, made them question every single good and bad thing they had sorted out in life. Because on the very most important day of Hermione’s life, Y/n pondered the question, “Do I owe her the truth?”

The story starts out small like any simple home. You must start with a bit of foundation and the right material for it to be built. So, when Y/n transferred from Ilvermorny to Hogwarts, the very first student they were introduced to was Hermione Granger.

Walking around the halls, Y/n found themselves slightly amazed at the walls of the castle. From the decorations, to the hallways, its scenery, and even its people were more amazing than of Ilvermorny. “Right this way.” Professor McGonagall led the young sorcerer to the very Great Albus Dumbledore. Y/n had only read of the magnificent things Professor Dumbledore has done for the wizarding world and was only slightly scared to meet her current headmaster. While opening the vastly large door, Y/n slowly followed Professor McGonagall in. At the sound of the doors opening, a booming but soft voice uttered, “Ah there you are! Do come sit.” Walking up the stairs, Y/n sat at the seat in front of his desk. Sweaty palms and nervous thoughts clouded their mind. “It is a great pleasure to welcome you to Hogwarts. I know you must be eager to survey the school so I will make this brief.” With a slight pause, Dumbledore had signaled for McGonagall to leave. “As a long-standing tradition of Hogwarts, let me first assign you your house.” Quickly, a hat that looked as if it lived through many ages, was placed on Y/n’s head. “Fierce loyalty like no other to those she cares about why you must be HUFFLEPUFF!”

The hat was taken off as quickly as it was placed. Soon, a new attire was placed on her lap. “Here is your new schedule that corresponds with what you should be learning now. I took great liberty to consult with your headmaster about your curriculum. They talk highly about you in regards to your academics and wizarding abilities.” Y/n blushed at the sound of the compliment. They weren’t used to the praise given to them. “To make sure you are consistently tested, I made sure to put you in classes with one of the brightest witches of your age – ah and here she is.” Y/n turned around and suddenly timed slowed down. A girl with red and black robes entered the room as if she already owned it. It was the confidence that surrounded her aura the most, but Y/n had noticed more of the beauty that she shows.

“This young witch is Hermione Granger.” Leaping to their feet, Y/n stood up to shake Hermione’s hand. “Y/n Y/l/n.” Hermione gave a small smile and sat next to Y/n as Dumbledore had briefly explained the rules of the school. “Ah – I believe that takes care of everything. Ms. Granger please give our newest student a welcoming tour around the school. I have already informed your teachers of your absence. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask. Other than that, welcome to Hogwarts.”

The two young students left the office and went to the nearest bathroom. While Y/n changed to their new robes, Hermione had fiddled with her hands. “Not to intrude, but you must be extremely smart.” Y/n was buttoning their shirt when Hermione had answered the question. Good thing she couldn’t see them otherwise Hermione would have seen how red Y/n turned. Scratching their neck, Y/n replied, “I guess you could say that.”

“Oh, it’s not a guess rather a fact. You happen to have been put with some of the most difficult classes Hogwarts can currently offer for our year. That’s not something every new student experiences.” It was the way Hermione had said it as a matter of fact that made Y/n blush more. Exiting the stall, Hermione turned around and saw that they had their tie around their neck. “Need help?” Hermione said while pointing at their tie.

Once again Y/n blushed and nodded. Hermione was quick to get close to Y/n and started to tie their tie. “I do have to warn you though. There’s not a lot of competition when it comes to academics in Hogwarts. Don’t get me wrong, there is certain bright students, but none seem to come close.” Tightening the tie, Hermione looked into Y/n eyes. It was the first time she noticed how deep they looked. Regardless of their color, they were enchanting as well. “However, you seem to be my closest competition. So, I will have to take every chance I can get to beat you.” Y/n chuckled at the bright young witch in front of them. Hermione backed away after realized how close they were and cleared her throat. “Don’t take it as a laughing matter. Academics are truly important to me.”

Y/n had put their hands up in defense. “Don’t worry…I just find it funny that you think it’s going to be easy to compete with me.” Y/n smirked at their come back. If you were to ask where the hell that confidence came from, don’t bother. Y/n doesn’t know the answer either. With a similar smirk, Hermione said, “You and I are going to be great together.”

The story continues as the home is built. The next few things needed are the walls and roof.

It was the summer after their third year when Hermione, Harry, and Y/n had spent the summer at the Burrow. Ron had almost forgotten to invite Y/n when Ginny saved the day. The three of showed up at the house all dropping in one by one. Y/n was the last one to drop in, showing up during dinner time. Slowly walking in with trunk in hand, Y/n was met with the sound of their name echoing through the house. Ginny was the first to notice Y/n’s presence and loudly yelled, “Y/n!” Ginny quickly gave Y/n a hug when the echoes came from up the stairs.

“Did someone say Y/n?” George asked.

“Y/n?”

“Are they here?”

“Y/n’s here?!”

Hermione was the last one to ask when a stampede of people came running down the stairs. “Y/n!” One by one, they all started a group hug with Y/n in the middle. “Guys, I can’t breathe.” They all broke apart allowing Y/n to regain air, but was cut off when Molly came swooping in. “Oh, hello dear. I was beginning to worry that you couldn’t make it – are you hungry? You must be starving. I cooked your favorite.” Molly was quick to ramble on and on when Fred had pried the two apart. “Mum, I think Y/n needs oxygen. We’ll go ahead and start setting up the table.”

Molly slightly blushed and smiled at Y/n. “I’m glad that you’re here Y/n. Now come on people, dinner won’t serve itself.” The group was quick to help around the house, working like a well-oiled machine. Soon, everyone was sitting down at the table enjoying their home cooked meal. Y/n was sitting smack dab in the middle between Ginny and Hermione. Across from them were the boys.

Over the course of dinner, plenty of topics arose such as school, quidditch, muggles (only because Arthur can’t get enough), and more. The boys plus Ginny and Y/n couldn’t stop talking about the upcoming Quidditch World Cup. Hermione butted in about how glad she was that summer finally came. It was especially hard on the girl considering her tight schedule.

After dinner came the night. The house was quiet as the guests separated to their assigned rooms. It just so happens that Hermione and Y/n were assigned Charlie’s old room. If it weren’t for the dragon paraphernalia, Charlie’s room was actually quite neat and well organized. “Going to take a gander but I think Charlie really likes dragons.” Hermione snorted at Y/n’s obviously sarcastic comment. “Oh really? Could’ve mistaken me, I thought he was a quidditch fan.” Jokes aside, the two changed into their sleeping garments and went to bed.

Well Hermione went to bed while Y/n stared at the ceiling deep in thought. It was not until the moon was shining brightly through the window that Y/n realized how late it was. Considering the time, they tried to sleep but failed miserably. After giving up, Y/n laid on their side and faced towards Hermione. Seeing as the young wizard had already spent too much time alone with their thoughts, Y/n poked Hermione’s face until she was awake.

“Hermione. Psssst. Hermione” Y/n whispered as they poked her. “Hermione. Psst.” At the feeling of someone poking her, Hermione swatted their hand away. Seeing Hermione with an annoyed sleeping face was funny to Y/n but being alone sucked more. “Hermione, are you awake?” Suddenly, Hermione’s eyes opened; it was like a fierce dragon was staring into your soul. She looked mad at the fact someone woke her up from her slumber. “What Y/n?”

With an innocent smile, Y/n looked at Hermione and said, “Wanna tell secrets?” Hermione rolled her eyes and faced the opposite way of Y/n. “Go to sleep Y/n. We have to wake up early soon.” Y/n groaned at Hermione’s words. She was right, of course, but Y/n couldn’t go to sleep. Night was always the hardest.

“Come on Hermione.” Y/n received no response from the girl. Only a silent shoulder. Laying on her back and hands behind their head, Y/n looked at the ceiling. “Ya know, I know your secret…at least one of them.” Y/n glanced at Hermione and she still was facing away. “Or maybe two of them. Well, it’s the same secret, it just so happens that two Hermiones happen to share them.” Hermione quickly shot up and faced towards Y/n to see them smirking. “It’s not that hard to tell that a bright witch like you can’t be in two classes at once, but somehow you were.” Hermione grabbed her pillow and proceeded to hit Y/n with it. “Don’t you dare tell a soul Y/n Y/l/n. I won’t be afraid to hex you.”

Y/n grabbed the pillow and threw it back at the witch, making sure to aim at her face. “Well maybe next time, try not to be in two places at once. It sure threw me off when I had to drop off a note for the Professor only to have found you in a different class. And after I returned, you were still at the same spot I left you.”

“Unbelievable. I knew I should have volunteered to do that, but you just had to be faster than me.” Hermione rolled her eyes and sat up against the bed frame. Y/n followed suit and did the same thing. There was still an obvious smirk on their face. After a couple minutes, the silence broke. “Well, are you going to tell me your secret since you exposed mine?”

“Well Ms. Grainger lets see what secret you get to hear today.” Pondering for a moment, Y/n tried to think of information that no one knew, something of equivalently as important such as time traveling. “I got it! However, you have to promise me that you won’t tell a soul not even Crookshanks.” Y/n held out their hand with only their pinky in the air. Hermione looked them in the eye as she said, “I promise.” They locked pinkies as Y/n said, “I think I like girls.”

Hermione blinked for a couple seconds which only led devasting thoughts in Y/n’s mind. It didn’t take long, but she responded with, “Oh for Merlin’s sake. If you’re going to tell me a secret Y/n, at least make it to something that isn’t so painfully obvious.”

Hermione broke the gaze as Y/n stared in disbelief. “Don’t look so surprised. Just as you said, maybe next time try not to be caught staring at every single girl in Hogwarts.”

Gulping down their fear, Y/n said, “You don’t mind?” Hermione shook her head. “Nope. Not one single bit. You’re still the same, just love who you love except for racists and he who shall not be named. Well there’s a list. As long as they’re not genuinely bad people and you can see them joining SPEW, then I approve.”

Y/n looked at the girl beside her in amazement and wonder. They continued the conversation as the night grew, telling even more daring secrets as the previous. But one secret did remain with Y/n that night, it was their everlasting crush on Hermione Jean Granger.

The second to last thing a home needs is the spark to light the fireplace as well as the furniture. That way the home can feel as warm and as safe to those that harbor in it.

It was a winter wonderland at Hogwarts. Students were preparing to travel back home to their respective families. However, a group of students decided to spend the last weekend at Hogsmeade before leaving the next day. Right now, they had crowed the room at The Three Broomsticks with laughter, joy, and happy memories. The air was filled with a different type of warmth, one that felt safe and even like a second home. Everyone was talking so loudly within small groups, it was hard to even feel alone. Ginny and Y/n were standing near the fire talking when Fred had grabbed the attention of the room. “Everyone. Everyone. I propose a game. Let’s do a simple muggle game called truth or dare.” Everyone in the group oood as they knew where this was going to lead. They would start with a couple truths before someone breaks the ice with a good dare. Typically, the twins were the ones to propose the dare, but not a lot could compete. “Whoever cannot complete the truth or dare shall lose. Completion allows you to stay,” George had added.

The group sat in a tight makeshift circle that almost took up all the chairs and tables provided. “I’ll start. Harry, who was the last person you snogged?” All eyes were now on the chosen one. Everyone could see his nervousness, but everyone knew he would never want to be the first one out. “Draco.” Certain eyes went wide, but Y/n simply went unphased since she somewhat caught the two making out in between classes. “No questions. Neville, is your crush in this room?” Neville immediately turned red at the question and was the first one to back out. There were small boos mainly coming from the twins. “Since Neville backed out, lets go with the person to his right, Ron. Is your crush in this room?” Ron had the same reaction as Neville but had looked at the ceiling to refrain from giving away his crush. “Yes.” Everyone looked among each other trying to figure out who it could possibly be. “Don’t even try asking who it is. Ginny since you’re bloody enjoying this, did you and Y/n ever snog?” Y/n and Ginny both went wide eyed causing the group to lean a little bit closer to the two. What added more was at how everyone knew how close the two were. Not wanting to entirely answer the question, Ginny backed out the circle causing more booing from the crowd. “What a buzzkill. However, lets just ask the second-best person. Well Y/n, have you snogged my sister?”

Y/n looked at the crowded but had kept glancing towards Hermione. Although it was a simple question, Y/n hadn’t wanted to entirely answer it. You see, Ginny and Y/n did kiss before, but it was an accident. There was a bump, a stumble, then a fall, and then an accident kiss. It didn’t mean anything to the two of them, plus Y/n felt like her heart might’ve been for somewhere. So, Y/n had followed Ginny in the same manner and backed out the circle. “Oh bloody hell! You two have a knack to keep this stupid mystery alive.” They both rolled their eyes at Ron and watched the game continue. What Y/n failed to realize was how affected a certain witch was at their answer.

The game dwindled down until there was three left and unironically it was the golden trio that had made it this far. It was a little surprising for Y/n that Hermione had made it this far. Majority of the time, Hermione would be among the first to decline doing a truth or dare. “I’m sorry Hermione, but I must win. So, I dare you to kiss Ron.” It was something about the dare that made Y/n’s stomach turn. Their mood soured so quickly that they almost felt sick. Slightly tapping Ginny’s back, Y/n whispered in her ear, “Hey, I’m gonna head outside real quick. I don’t feel so good.” Ginny gave a concerned look. She was going to say something back, but Y/n was already out the door with their hand clutching their stomach.

Besides Ginny, Hermione was the only other person that noticed Y/n had left. In her line of sight, she saw past Ron and briefly seen them leave in distress. The deafening chants of “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” didn’t register with her. The only thing running through Hermione’s mind was Y/n. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this dare guys.” Quickly getting out the circle, the chants stopped, and the game continued to declare the winner. Hermione excused herself and made her way outside. She made sure to grab hers and Y/n’s coat. “What an idiot. It’s freezing cold out there.”

Stepping out the tavern, Hermione saw various witches and wizards pass by. Some she knew and some she didn’t. Walking further out, Hermione grew frustrated after not quickly finding her friend. “Where the hell are you?” Walking around further, she saw an outline of a person. Clearly, they had no coat on with how much they were shivering. Hermione walked closer to the figure and realized it was Y/n. “For someone so bloody smart, you are such an idiot.” Hermione accidentally wrapped her own coat around Y/n. She didn’t realize she had instinctively put on her best friend’s coat. Y/n chuckled, but it was cut short due to the freezing weather. Hermione sat down beside them and focused on the view in front of them. There was a small silence between the two as they had people watched. Hermione almost forgot why she even went outside in the first place. She shook her head remembering her thought, “Are you okay? I saw you leave in a hurry.”

Y/n glanced at Hermione, giving her a sheepish smile. “Yeah, I think my stomach was just feeling off. I went outside to get better air.” Hermione looked in their eyes and was quick to call bullshit. “Better air? It’s absolutely freezing out here. Even Merlin themselves wouldn’t want to be outside this weather. So why don’t you tell me the real truth? And if you lie Y/n, I will not hesitate to read your mind.” Y/n gulped at the sound of her threat. They glanced back out into the view in front of them. Taking a deep breath, Y/n nervously replied with, “During your dare, I suddenly felt…sick…I don’t know why but my stomach felt so knotty and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. So, I left.” Y/n glanced back at Hermione and immediately noticed the look on her face. It was intense and serious. Suddenly, something in the air felt different. It was getting hotter and hotter regardless of the snow falling around them.

“Can I kiss you?” Hermione asked in such a small whisper. A lump appeared in Y/n’s throat. They didn’t know what to quite say. They never really thought about what their feelings meant towards Hermione, but then again, everyone practically knew that Y/n and Hermione were in love with each other. Y/n just happened to be the biggest dumbass when it comes to realizing their feelings for others. But here Y/n was. They weren’t answering the question, but felt themselves leaning in. The two closed their eyes and was slowly leaning in. Hermione felt her heart beating so fast that she was certain it would explode, but she didn’t care. She knew that for so long, she wanted this.

However…the moment never arrived. It was cut off from a distant yell, “Y/n!” The two quickly separated and looked at different directions. Suddenly Hermione took it a step further and slightly moved away from Y/n. “There you are – I’ve been looking every where for you!” Ginny jogged up to the duo, noting the awkward tension that emerged. “We have to go back to the castle, I’ll explain on the way.” The red head dragged away her best friend while giving a small nod towards Hermione.

When they were far enough and half way towards the castle, Ginny explained the dire situation. “It’s your parents Y/n, you have to go home. An owl was sent towards the tavern. Here, you’re going to want to read this.” Ginny handed Y/n the letter. After reading it, Y/n’s stomach dropped. “I have to get home.” Ginny sent them a look. “Clearly dumbass. Come on, let’s get your stuff.” It was eerie quiet between the two since the situation had escalated. Y/n’s parents were in trouble and needed Y/n’s help.

Back at Hogsmeade, Hermione didn’t quite know what to feel. She was so close to kissing her crush, but Ginny just had to ruin the moment. The same person she was somewhat certain had Y/n’s heart. Asking the younger lad to kiss her took all the courage Hermione had, and here she was slightly heartbroken that she was gone. So deep in thought, Hermione didn’t notice Ron sit next to her until he said something. “Hey.”

“I need you to explain to Hermione that I’m sorry.” Ginny sighed. She slightly felt guilty for ruining the moment, but time was precious and something Y/n very much needed now. “I know you saw what was going to happen, but I don’t even know what I was doing.” Closing their trunk, Y/n stood up and looked at Ginny. “I do know that I also need to realize what I feel for Hermione. For a lot of my life, I thought I just had a deep love for her. I guess now it might be even deeper.” Ginny walked up and gave Y/n a bone chilling hug.

“I’ll try my best, but she’s definitely going to want to hear it from you.” They separated. Y/n saw the tears forming in Ginny’s eyes. “I’m going to bloody miss you. Please be safe in America and you better send me an owl at least once every two weeks.” Y/n gave Ginny and small salute and crossed their heart.

“I will Ginny. Besides, I need you to deliver all the letters I write for Hermione. I really gotta figure this out.” With one last hug and a small punch to Y/n’s shoulder, the young student left Hogwarts on to the next ride to America. The letter was still clutched in her hand and in it was detailed the long passage of how to save Y/n’s parents from the very people chasing after them. Y/n didn’t quite know how long it was going to take to save their parents, but they could only hope Hermione could understand. “Please wait for me.” Y/n whispered to Hermione in particular, but the younger witch didn’t hear those words. Instead, Hermione heard comforting words from a different red head.

The last thing a home needs is the very people that should live in it. It needs family, friends, and most certainly you and me.

Y/n stood, pacing around the bathroom. They knew time was running out, it was now or never. “Why? Why? Why? Why?” Y/n stood still and pinched the bridge of their nose. Eyes closed, Y/n pondered more and more about all of the things they didn’t do. How could they have let this go on for this long? Why did they let it go on for this long? Deep in thought, Y/n didn’t notice a certain ginger walk into the bathroom. “Y/n, what in the bloody hell are you doing there? Hermione has been calling you and quite worried sick. If it wasn’t her big day, I would have already knocked you out you big prat.”

Y/n glanced at the second most important person of her life. With a heavy sigh, Y/n slid down the wall. Their knees were propped, hands in their face, and heart in their throat. “I don’t know what to do anymore Ginny.” Ginny pursed her lips and looked back out the door, making sure the coast was clear, before locking the door. She laid her small bouquet of flowers on the sink and sat down near Y/n while trying not to mess up her dress.

“Although I love my idiot brother with all my heart…I somehow love you more.” They sat there together knowing where this was going. “I can’t do it Ginny. I really can’t sit there without feeling like my world is crashing apart right in front of my eyes…The worst thing about it is, I can only blame myself for letting it go this long.”

Ginny rested her head on her best friend’s shoulder. She didn’t quite know what to say anymore. Offering her presence and her ear was the only thing left. “I-I-I spent so long in other countries to try and find my parents while trying to find myself. To try and figure out what I feel for her and by the time I have, she’s already engaged to another…And it’s my stupid fucking fault for ever thinking Hermione would wait. I mean why would she? If some other bloke can already provide her happiness, why should she wait for me? For…us?” Y/n hadn’t realized they were crying until their hands suddenly felt wet. “It’s sad, isn’t it?” Y/n said as they wiped their tears. “What is?”

“Knowing I am my own cause for my sadness. I mean who I am to blame Hermione. The girl was only doing what Aristotle says. Because as he said, we all want to be selfishly happy.” Sighing in defeat, Y/n got up and dusted off their attire. Lending their hand out, Ginny got up and did the same manner. “How much time do I got?”

Ginny looked at the clock in the bathroom. “You have five minutes before she needs to be walking down the isle.” With a small smile, Y/n kissed Ginny forehead and said a small goodbye. The two were only going to part ways for merely a bit. After all, Ginny is Y/n’s second-best friend. But here was Y/n, jogging to the very person that was going to forever have their heart.

Standing outside the bride’s room, Y/n silently prayed and opened the door. There she was in all her glory, the bride to be, the love of her life, the Hermione Granger. However, the brunette herself wasn’t feeling so great. With all the stress of wanting the wedding to be perfect, it wasn’t helping that her very best friend was mysteriously disappearing all the time without a single word. She looked up and sighed once she saw who it was. Picking up her dress, Hermione strutted to Y/n as they closed the door behind them. “Do you have any clue how worried sick I have been?”

“I-” With a single motion of Hermione’s hand, Y/n remained silent. “And anytime I happen to need my best friend to calm me down, they’re nowhere in sight. What is wrong with you? This is my special day Y/n and you haven’t been as great of a friend as you should be. So please, enlighten me where have you been running off to that’s sooo important that you need to leave me?” It was those piercing eyes that made Y/n’s heart melt over and over again. It’s those very same eyes that could practically melt the iceberg that hit the titanic. And it’s those eyes that makes Y/n’s world spin again.

“I…I can’t be your friend Hermione.” Y/n’s voice was so soft and so delicate, Hermione almost questioned if her ears were playing tricks. “What are you bloody saying? You’re not making any sense.” And all the remaining courage Y/n could muster up, they held her hands, looked her in the eyes and said, “When I was gone, I learned of this great philosopher named Kant-” “What does this have to-” Hermione saw the silently begging eyes in front of her and shut her mouth. This was serious and she wasn’t quite sure if she was ready for it.

“He always focused on good principles and always asked about the before of the action. Generally, he believed others should necessarily treat people how they want to be treated. So, a short example is that one should never lie under any circumstances. It does not matter the outcome, but it is simply something you must do. And although I’ve never really believed in absolute, I’ve been asking myself if I should tell the truth. And if people actually deserve to know the truth. So while I thought about it and asked, well what if they deserve the truth, should I still tell them regardless of the outcome? Although I thought I knew a lot of the world, it turns out I only know two things. One is that you deserve to know the absolute truth Hermione and the second is…you are the lie I repeat at night. Because every night I tell I love you, the truth is…I am so in love with you Hermione.”

The world went silent for Hermione. Not even a single pin drop could break the silence for her. Here she was still holding her best friend’s hands as they had just admitted that they were in love with her. “And I’m so sorry Hermione that today of all days was when I told you. I know I had my chances in the letters I sent but I must be honest now because you still deserve the absolute truth. And I’m running out of words to say, because it would be too selfish of me to convince you to run away. So I offer my congratulations Hermione, but I must still run. For then maybe in the blur of life, I can see a small fragment where there could have been you and I.” Y/n kissed Hermione’s forehead as tears may their way down. Letting go of Hermione, Y/n silently walked out the room without turning back because if they had, they would have broken down.

So, while Y/n told Hermione the truth directly. Hermione stood still at the alter with someone who she is most positively certain she loves pondering the very question, “Do I run after the truth?”

#hermione x reader #hermione granger x reader #Hermione Granger Imagines #hermione granger imagine #Hermione Granger

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vivithefolle · 4 years ago

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What are your favourite fanfic tropes/aus for romione?

(I’m gonna try to make my way through old asks I received AGES ago and never answered because I’m a procrastinating lump. Here’s betting I’m going to give up and play videogames all day instead.)

Oh my god, so many.

Okay so as a rule of thumb as long as it’s nice to Ron I’ll read it. I’ll read anything. I have been known to read Ron/Draco and even sacrificed my dignity and everything I stand for as a human being by reading some Ron/Snape stuff. Yes. I was THAT desperate. This is how low I’m willing to go because of sheer love for Ron.

Which means that when a fic will go “oh poor Hermione, poor Hermione who is waiting for Ron to grow up because She can see one day he could be worth it but for now he’s all dumb-dumb and inferior and doesn’t deserve Her perfection :(”, I will be judging. Judging very hard. I may not leave a comment but rest assured, my thoughts are loud enough for me. This is 2010s mentality. This is “haha I’m so like Hermione, not like other girls who throw themselves at boys, I’m so special and girl powery :)” Horribly Bad Feminism. Fuck that. We’re doing better now.

Speaking of doing better. Recently I read something about how Ron is, paraphrased, “the brute of the Trio”, spun in a positive way since he uses his strength to protect them but, but, still... please no? Just no! Just eff no with these takes about how Ron is a hypermasculine dudebro M For Manly™! No, no, fucking no! Just because he’s the Sulfur to Hermione’s Mercury and Sulfur represents the masculine component to Mercury’s feminine one, DOESN’T MEAN Ron is “the brute”! (”the” brute... seriously... who’s the more brutish one, the one who punches a racist in the face or the one who uses a torture curse as retribution for spitting on his fave teacher?)

The way I see him, Ron is a balance, a blend of feminine and masculine qualities intertwined close together. I LOVE that he can swear like a sailor but can only say “scarlet woman” or “cow” when it comes to insulting a woman. Some will probably see it as “hurr durr he sexist he doesnt think women can take it!!!!!!! >8C” but given that those are probably also the peeps who say “HE CALLE D HERMOANI A NIGHTMURRR!!!!!!! DDDDD8″ I’m gonna venture the idea that we don’t care about those folks’ biased, sexist opinions.

Where was I going with this... oh yes! Ok, so Ron can swear like a sailor yet couldn’t insult a girl to save his life. He’s strong physically but most of all he’s strong mentally (to put up with the way his friends treat him for years speaks a lot of his mental fortitude... and to top it off he comes back for more to boot! I’m not sure if that’s more mental fortitude or straight-up masochism though.) When he succeeds at things he gets a bit attention-whoreish but at the same time, you can see that when he’s being complimented he’s all unsure of himself and blushy and shy and you just, dude you can’t handle positive attention because you don’t know how to react to it I don’t know whether that’s adorable or the saddest thing I’ve seen in my life? He’s insecure but he’s always the first to cheer on Harry and Hermione when they’re doing something great, which speaks VOLUMES of Ron’s selflessness and of his actual character: to quote @peetamaellark, Ron doesn’t think “Harry is great, therefore he sucks and I hate him”, he thinks “Harry is great, therefore I suck and I hate me”. THIS is Ron. THIS is why Ron will lash out, not because he hates Harry, but because internally he hates himself and you can’t keep that sort of feeling bottled up for too long before... you got it, you explode.

I. Want. More. Fics where Hermione isn’t this ~oh dear~ Victorian damsel in distress who cries and Ron is the Big Strong Man who holds her with one arm and is stony-faced and goes “I’ll protect you”, please no that was old before it existed, let us have nice, realistic depictions of Ron and Hermione please.

Like, Hermione is more than capable of kicking butt herself. She IS absolutely nervous and scared and cries easily and that’s a vulnerability we NEED, but the fact that she can be super scared and crying but still hex her opponent into oblivion? THAT’s good, THAT’s excellent. It’s a very important message for girls, I think. “You can cry, you can be sensitive, you can be emotional, AND you can still kick butt”. And as important as that message is for girls, it’s also a very important message to give boys, because boys are socialized to “never cry” and that’s super unhealthy. I love Ron’s admiration of Hermione. I love the way Ron hesitates, the way he can be cautious when he needs to as much as he can be reckless and impulsive. I love how he shows himself to be a big softie and a sweet soul. I don’t think that makes him an “emasculated doormat” (to quote a guest I once saw on FFN), on the contrary it makes him an even better man in my eyes. You know why I love the locket scene so much? Because Ron’s tears aren’t ridiculed. Ron gets to cry about the terrible ordeal he’s been put through, and while Harry “pretends he can’t see Ron cry” because it’s more comfortable for him personally, he doesn’t try to tell Ron to “man up” or anything. His reassurance is pretty lousy but he lets Ron cry, he lets his friend be upset, and he doesn’t try to invalidate Ron’s pain. (ok, the “I thought you knew” is kiiiiinda on the way there, but it stops at that and I’m grateful for it).

I like. Seeing Ron distressed. I like seeing Ron upset and be allowed to be upset. I like to see Ron’s pain treated with respect. So when Ron is having a shit day I like to see him get a cuddle. I like seeing Ron go through horrible ordeals and break down and for his breakdown to be properly acknowledged and not turned into insensitive comic relief (ISN’T THAT RIGHT, LATTER HALF OF THE SILVER DOE????). I mean seriously, just imagine GOF, Harry sitting in the hospital wing after Cedric’s death, Molly Weasley gives him a hug and it’s all very sad and angsty. And now picture Ginny running into the room screaming “HARRY JAMES POTTER” and punching him over and over and saying “PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER MAN, PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER” then after two pages of Harry “explaining” himself to Ginny she goes away saying “aight but if you do that shit again you’ll have to answer to me” then Harry’s friends are like “damn she’s spunky huh?” and Harry laughs and everyone laughs and this is how the book ends? How would it be funny? How would it be appropriate? How would it feel like “romance”? When Ron returns in The Silver Doe, he’s been psychologically tortured (”tortured” is the actual word JKR uses, please), we don’t need him to be hurting outside as well.

I want more accountability for Hermione. More “uh hey Hermione maybe don’t do that”. More “hey Hermione you know you think of yourself as a good person buuuut yeah actually if all good persons were like you I’d be very afraid”. More “Hermione please for the love of God educate yourself”. More “Hermione sweetie I love you, but you can’t actually learn everything from books”. CHARACTER. DEVELOPMENT. PLEASE. Don’t be afraid to punch Hermione down and tear her apart the way the best Ron fics maim and torture our poor boy. Just because Rowling treated Hermione with kiddy princess gloves doesn’t mean you have to mimic her.

So when Hermione does a genuinely shitty thing let her own up to it. When Ron is a victim let him be upset and angry, even if Hermione is the one treating him badly. Just because he loves her doesn’t mean he’s not allowed to be disappointed in her or that she’s entitled to his immediate forgiveness. Give Ron and Hermione equal consideration. If you’re brushing off Hermione’s actions but condemning Ron for the slightest mistake, I am sure to hate it.

Okay, uh, so, those aren’t really tropes. Those are more just, guidelines I presume.

Oh, yeah, a trope that annoys me! Ron saying “you’re mine”, “my Hermione” and stuff, and Hermione just swoons and says “yours” and shiz. Ok, once in a while, why not. Once in a while. BUTT. I WANT HERMIONE TO SAY IT TOO. “Mine”, “my Ron!” and Ron swoons and says “yours, absolutely yours”. DO IT YOU COWARDS. FUCKING TAKE THOSE GENDER ROLES AND PUNCH’EM IN THE FACE.

Oh, right, while we’re on the subject of gender roles! Dad!Ron is everything. SingleParent!Ron is mwaaah. Stay-at-home-Dad!Ron is ALKZLDSJDLQSKLFJ <3. AnimalLover!Ron is HHHHNNNGG. Remember, the small gestures, the tiniest, softest acts Ron does (helping Harry get dressed when his arm is deboned, giving Dobby his brand-new sweater, praising Ginny, Luna and Neville when they escaped Umbridge), those are often those unremarkable, unmistakeably kind and sweet actions that tell us who Ron really is at his core: not a guy who’d want power at all costs, not a guy who’d give it all for ambition, not a guy who sees people as possessions, but someone kind who wants to make others happy.

Ok, I was also asked for AUs, so, uh, pretty much every AU is game as long as Ron gets treated with respect? I mean I don’t really care for Mafia!AUs or such but if you can find a way to fit good Romione then go for it I guess. Royalty AU, yeah why not but I often see Ron being made a prince while Hermione is a poor wee servant girl and like. Uuum, we’re talking about the same characters here? Hermione the highly educated girl who keeps on walking over everyone’s toes and loudly talking about how things should be done and is definitely Nouveau Riche, Ron who is a country boy who lives on a farm and is lost in the constant shuffle of his brothers, you think she should be the peasant and he should be the royal? Whaddafack? Oh, and all the “Hermione is a Muggle, Ron is a wizard” AUs that start this way BUTT! Suddenly... Hermione... turns out... to be (wait for it!)... A WITCH! And a super powerful super talented very good one too!!!... yeah ok, yawn. It’s quite scary, actually, how often I’ve seen that plotline, but in the rare cases when it’s Muggle!Ron and Witch!Hermione, Ron never ever EVER (I mean, seriously, NEVER EVER) turns out to have been a wizard, not even a mediocre one, all along. No, when Ron is made a Muggle for the sake of AU he stays a Muggle. But when Hermione is made a Muggle she has to turn out TO HAVE BEEN A WITCH ALL ALONG OMYGAH. I can count on one hand the number of Mugglemione/Wizardron fics that actually stick to their Mugglemione premise till the end - and usually they’re one-shots. (Also I don’t mean “Ron mistakes Hermione for a Muggle because he meets her in the Muggle world and assumes he must hide his magic from her, oh wait she was actually a witch!” fics, I mean genuinely “Hermione has been raised a Muggle her whole life, never had weird things happen to her her whole life ever, then Ron comes in and is a wizard and he does magic and Hermione wonders what it’d be like to be a witch and oh surprise! Don’t worry Hermione, you won’t have to feel not-special or mundane for long, here comes the plot contrivance to tell you you really were in fact the specialest of them all!!” fics.) Fairytale!AU is cool. Very good. But honestly I like to see them swapped around. Ron cursed by a nasty fae to be a Beast and Hermione stumbling upon him? Neat, especially if you don’t go the boring route of “oh let’s just rehash the Disney/the original book with different names and call it a day”. But Hermione cursed by an asshole fae for, let’s say, not sharing books, turning into a Beast, and Ron stumbling upon her as she’s trying to survive in the woods (and not doing a very good job of it)? Yes, brava, chief’s kiss. Rapunzel AU where Hermione’s bushy hair turns into the most impractical, most suffocating improvised ladder ever for Ron? Hilarious. Rapunzel AU where Ron has A GIANT EFFING PONYTAIL OF THE GODS and is screaming “ow ow ow” as Hermione makes her way up to his window cringing and saying “sorry! sorry! sorry! (damn his hair smells good)” on every step? Equally hilarious. Go! Be creative! Please I beg of you

Creature!fics! Oh my god there’s not enough of those, at least that aren’t focused on a bullshit pairing! Soulmate AUs! Give me everything! I’ll even take A/B/O if you insist on making it Romione! That’s how far I’ve fallen from human decency I’ll take anything just give me some good Ron content please I beg of you (Ah and to those that are going to say “Alpha Ron Omega Hermione :)))” well yes, but actually no. “Beta Ron Beta Hermione”? “Beta Ron Alpha Hermione”? “Omega Ron Alpha Hermione”??? HELL YEAH NOW WE’RE TALKIN)

Oh dear god I’m still not finished and I haven’t gone through everything someone stop me.

AND NOW BE CAREFUL CHILDREN, BELOW WILL BE SMUT.

Okay I don’t know if it qualifies as a trope, but. But. A more realistic depiction of Ron is usually what I’m after. All those fanfics that have Ron be “the sexy experienced one ;)))” ravishing “naive virginal Hermione ;))” is just UGH. We spent all the 2000-2010 period having fics like this, mind adding a bit of EQUALITY to the mix???

It’s just... I hate it okay? So many fics read like they’re just projection, writers who are essentially making Ron their big strong sex toy stud who's so attentive and sweet and cherishing, and so it does indirectly ends up as "servant Ron is so devoted to his goddess Hermione, providing pleasure to her while she doesn’t have to lift a finger”. The Dom!SexGod!Ron thing honestly depresses me... Since it's Ron taking care of Hermione, AGAIN. Like, he spends his WHOLE LIFE doing that already. Can we give him a break for once?

In the endI feel that it's less "Romione smut" and more "self-inserting into Hermione smut". In "real" Romione smut I think Ron and Hermione would switch roles according to what they feel like. And honestly I ALWAYS picture Ron being super nervous during Dom stuff, like he spanks her once then immediately he goes "oh my god are you okay?? did that hurt, do you want to stop?", things like that. I cannot imagine it happening any other way. XD Ron is just... too caring, too sensitive to do stuff like hard BDSM and that kind of thing in my opinion. He’s too much of a caretaker. I understand if it’s your kink and you’re perfectly free to project and write the fic you want, I’m not the fun police, but it’s just... I don’t think that’s really what Ron would be like. I just want MORE realistic Ron.

Also I’m trying really really hard to not point fingers here but WHY is it that it’s always “Ron growled” while it’s always “Hermione whimpered” or “Hermione moaned”? Like... you know it’s okay for a man to moan or whimper in pleasure too, right? You know Ron isn’t 110% muscles and testosterone? You know Hermione is allowed to be fierce too? Hermione can 100% “growl” and be dominant and pin Ron to the wall and reduce him to a puddle of goo if you’re brave enough?

(Honestly how sexy would Ron think that is? The woman he loves is half his size yet can pin him down and ravish him. DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG RON HAS WANTED TO BE RAVISHED AND CHERISHED DO YOU KNOW HE’S BEEN WANTING THIS ALL HIS LIFE)

Oooo-kay, so that’s... mostly it, I reckon. Oh also Ron has a gigantic penisraise kink (and a great penis too, but mostly a praise kink). That’s canon and that’s all.

#vivi answers #ask #ron weasley #hermione granger #romione #harry potter #harry potter series #hp fanfic #fanfiction #tropes #au #writing

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alovesongshewrote · 4 years ago

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Almost A Thousand Years - Killahead, Part 2 | Hisirdoux Casperan

Plot: You’ve known Hisirdoux Casperan for almost a thousand years. You’ve hated him for almost a thousand years. And for almost a thousand years, you’ve been cursed to feel each others pain. But somewhere in that time, things changed. [Hisirdoux Casperan x Mostly Gender Neutral but Probably Female Presenting Based on How Historical Men Treat Them!Reader]

Word Count: 5,258

Warnings: B A T T L E

A/N: HAPPY HOLIDAYS KIDS!!!!! also, i swear to god this was written a month ago, before aaron confirmed the skulls and wizards thing

Taglist: @furblrwurblr @rainningdoom @fluffydmonkey @blondie0458 @sitherin-mxschief @jinxedleo @lawlesshedgehog @einahpetsyarcip @dolphincommander @sorrels-scribbling @anxious-stitcher @alive-and-afraid @animedweeb333 @douxiesdamsel @saroski05 @justarandomhoman @tales-of-hisirdoux @blixeon @yagirlcheesely

It was about as surreal as you thought it would be.

As a child you were trained to fight; to stab, to slice, to claw, and to bleed. You were taught that humans were the root of all evil and that the Gumm-Gumms would one day take what was theirs. Now you were fighting with the humans, the evil, the oppressors, against what had been your home, your people.

And it was going surprisingly well. It turns out having insider knowledge is very helpful on the battlefield. You were able to block everything they threw at you, to dodge and weave through their attacks and land some pretty good hits of your own. Douxie had your back, of course, blue light striking down as many opponents as it could take. In return, you took out anything that even threatened to get too close.

It was going well. But it didn’t last.

“WHERE IS THE WITCH SPY?”

“Oh no.”

“(Y/N), stay behind me,” Douxie’s voice was a dull hum against the roar around you, and of course, the screaming troll in front of you.

“JOIN YOUR BROTHERS AGAINST THIS PATHETIC ARMY!!”

“Oh god.”

Douxie noticed the fact that you weren’t even close to listening to him and took action, moving in front of you, striking any Gumm-Gumm soldier who even looked your way.

“RETURN HOME (Y/N) (L/N)!”

So, that was it. That was what had kept you in the dark as a traitor for at least a hundred years. The very sentence that made you avoid Britain with all your strength. The thing that drove a wedge between you and the man you now loved.

Four words were all it took.

“(Y/N)?? (Y/N), love, please, answer me!”

You jerked your head, snapping back to reality. No matter what events were relevant to your personal history, there was still a battle going on. You had to keep fighting. You struck down another few Gumm-Gumms just as Douxie used some of Archie’s fire to dispose of another, another few.

“Ha, I've always hated those twits!”

“Valid!” you cried as you ducked under an opponent’s strike. You took out their knees, rising again, just in time to see Morgana descend from a sky wormhole. Just what you needed.

“Night has already fallen.”

“Oh, really? Couldn’t tell.”

Douxie rolled his eyes at your sarcasm, but you could see the grin on his face. That boy loved you and all of your shenanigans. You were shaken from your thoughts, however, when Morgana started firing spells into the crowd, yeeting her magic around with reckless abandon.

“Morgana’s returned! She’s enemy number one!”

“Go!” Jim yelled, “We’ll hold the bridge!”

“Hisirdoux, with me! I-You!” oh no, he was talking to you, “I take you in as my apprentice, spare your life from the sword, and this is how you-”

“Master, they didn’t have a choice!” Douxie grabbed your hand, pulling you behind him as if to shield you from Merlin’s wrath, “It was a matter of survival!”

“Survival! What-”

“Please, Master, let them help. If we leave them here, any of the nights might try to attack them!”

“And why should that matter! They are a traitor, are they not? Death on the battlefield is more merciful than anything they might receive after the battle is won.”

“I won’t let anything happen to them,” Douxie’s voice was calm, but you could hear the anger behind it, “(Y/N) has proved their loyalty to me hundreds of times. They’re more than capable and I trust them with my life.”

You broke from your reverie, eyes painted with concern. How could he trust you so easily? Why did he, even after everything that had happened? This shouldn’t have come as such a shock to you. He did love you, after all, and yet, you still found yourself surprised by this revelation. You couldn’t help the hesitant smile that crept onto your face as you squeezed his hand slightly. He really did love you, didn’t he?

Merlin grumbled something, probably regretting that binding spell right about now, before motioning for you to follow him.

You cast a wave back to the kids, a silent wish for their luck, before you ran after Merlin, your hand still entwined with Douxie’s. He didn’t let go until you reached a small group of ruins, at which point you, your wizard and the old man stood, backs facing each other, all of you peered out into the darkness. Archie flew above you, dragon eyes finding nothing out of the ordinary. Not yet, anyway. You kept your sword out in front of you, and you could tell that Douxie was doing the same with his brace. You had no idea what Merlin was doing, but you never did, so that wasn’t a big deal.

“I feel dark magic.”

“It means she’s close.”

You and the familiar both gasped as something ran through the trees. A chill made its way into the woods, surrounding you and raising goosebumps on your skin. You felt your heart begin to race as strange echoes continued to ring out through the air. They soon morphed from a collection of noises into a laugh- Morgana’s.

“An old man, a foolish boy, and a traitor; lost as always.”

Your small group moved slightly, scanning the forest for any sign of the sorceress. You could feel her presence, but there was nothing there.

“Do you dare run… or face my vengeance?”

Oh. There she was.

“Um, is there a third option?” Archie asked, sounding much too calm for the situation at hand. You couldn’t blame him though, you would have done the same. But you weren’t doing the same. You were looking over your shoulder just as a collection of roots shot out at you. Thanks to your little turn, you had an advantage, cutting the offending plant parts before they could get to you. Douxie and Merlin, however, were not so lucky. The latter was pulled to the ground and stabbed through the shoulder with a particularly sharp root. He barked out an order for Hisirdoux to run, which he could not do because of the roots clinging to his shoulders. You used your sword on what you could, and a blast of green energy from Merlin took out the rest. A little anticlimactic if you ask me.

Despite your escape, Morgana cackled, even as Douxie fired spell after spell at her with little success. While he made his attempt, you helped Merlin to a standing position, a task that became easier when Douxie rejoined you at the old wizard’s other side.

“Merlin, you’re injured! Badly… (Y/N), is there anything-”

“Hisirdoux, if I should fall this day…”

Merlin handed his former apprentice a scroll, one which was covered with notes and instructions about building a tomb, and the heart of Avalon. Your brows furrowed as you read over Douxie’s shoulder. That wasn’t ominous at all.

“Why are you giving us this?”

“Foreseeing the future means preparing for the worst of it,” he glared at you for a moment, and you wondered what exactly he could see. He clearly hadn’t seen your act of treason coming, but there were other things that made you wonder. Your thoughts were interrupted by more ominous Merlin content, “That includes your wounded friend.”

“Jim? What about him?”

“The corruption in his heart has no cure. When he returns to the future, it will overtake him.”

Oh. Oh.

Oh no.

You’d had your suspicions, but hearing it from the master wizard himself brought it to another level of reality. There was no cure. There was no solution. You were going to go home, and you were going to kill Douxie. Or you’d try to, at the very least. Maybe, now that Douxie was a master wizard himself, he could do you both a kindness and kill you where you stood.

…

Yeah, no. He wouldn’t be doing that anytime soon, but a witch could dream! You feel his hand on your back, a gesture meant to comfort you that only made you sick. How he still cared about you, even after all of this would confuse you for years to come. For now, though, you just accepted it. There wasn’t time for much else with an evil sorceress on the prowl.

“No, no there must be some other way! I made a promise to them, to Claire, to get them home alive, all of them!”

“Yet, to save time itself, you all must return home, even if it means James Lake will be no more.”

That wasn’t exactly a pleasant thought. While a distance stemming from your past had momentarily sprung up between you and the kids, the gap between you had since closed. You loved those little monsters like they were your siblings, and you’d do anything for them. The thought that Jim would have to die, to make another sacrifice when he’d already given up so much, was just another thing that killed you inside.

“And there’s no other solution?” you tried to keep quiet despite the rage that boiled inside you, not at anyone in particular, but at the situation as a whole, “There’s no way to fix this that doesn’t get Jim killed?”

Merlin shook his head, but you didn’t need that confirmation. You already knew the answer.

“Such is the burden of a wizard,” the old one spoke as your small group made its way deeper into the night, “To make the hard choices mortals cannot,” he grunted, slouching forward slightly, reminding you that you should really take a look at that stab wound at some point. Merlin, however, paid no real mind to this, instead, continuing his little monologue, “Now it is yours to bear.”

You looked away from your wizard companions to see a giant skull, lodged between a rock and… well, another rock. Some may call it a canyon, you called it fucking ominous and terrifying. The skull was lit from within, orange light seeping through the space where eyes had once stared out into the world. You wondered, for a moment, how these old bones had ended up here, and how they had stayed. What was the last thing this being saw? Was it the sky above, or the ground below? What could kill something as large as this? You didn’t ask your questions. It didn’t seem like the right time.

And really, it wasn’t time for anything other than nerves and anxiety. Without a word, you followed Merlin across the rocks until he stood in front of the skull, on top of an odd sort of contraption. You stood a few steps behind, safely off the weird cage thing.

“Morgana, reveal thyself!”

Before you could question the logistics of giving yourselves away, a portal, ringed with gold and made of shadows appeared, releasing the queen of the apocalypse onto another rock. Yep, that sure was an evil sorceress. Just what you needed at this time of night.

“Look what has wandered into my web,” nice starting point. Threatening, but not over the top. You cast your sarcastic thoughts aside for the moment, as valid as they were, preparing yourself instead, for a fight.

“These are dark powers you medal with, Morgana. Who granted them? Who resurrected you from death?”

“Wizards beyond your ken,” ah shit. Just as you suspected. ‘Wizards beyond your ken,’ was mysterious witch for ‘The Arcane Order.��

And then she was gone again. Dope.

“So, uh… we should head into the big skull of doom?” you asked, eyebrows knit together in a mix of concern and confusion.

“Yep, let’s go.” You and Douxie nodded at each other before helping Merlin scale the rocks and get into the skull, asking Archie to stand watch for a moment, just to secure his safety. He agreed only once you’d promised to call him if things got rough.

Inside of the first skull, you found a second, slightly smaller skull. What the hell was it with magic dudes and skulls, huh? Morgana had this as her lair, the Arcane Order’s ship was a skull, Douxie had his whole vibe and Merlin kept skulls in his office. Shit, even you kept bones around, though you were a doctor and arguably had the best excuse. Your thoughts ran wild as you examined the space around you, but they were interrupted by the reappearance of your least favourite murder-witch.

“Morgana!”

The two wizards prepared for battle, but you hesitated. Something was wrong here. Morgana was crying, no-sobbing. You recognized this, whatever this was. You’d seen it in yourself back in the 1300s. Yep, something was wrong alright, and judging by this, someone was probably dead.

“It’s your fault!” She cried, “You’re the reason Arthur is gone!”

Oh, so you were right. That didn’t really explain how Arthur’s blood was on your hands though.

“What?”

“Gone?”

“Uh, guys? It kinda sounds like the King is dead.”

Your companions had no time to respond as Morgana rose through the air, seeking misplaced revenge instead of proper justice. She fired a spell at the three of you, which Douxie ran to shield you from. Merlin joined him a second later, limping towards the younger wizard with your help. The second he stood on his own, your magic joined theirs.

“She’s too powerful! We have no choice but to seal her away!”

“I know. I’ll try to buy some ti-”

Douxie was cut off when Merlin knocked you both clear across the room and out of the way of another spell, one which left the old wizard in chains.

You felt the impact that Douxie suffered and you were sure he felt yours. Nevertheless, the two of you pulled yourselves up just as Morgana started on another speech.

“Oh, shame! Little Douxie finally gets his staff, just in time to die with it!”

She aimed her next attack at him, but you interfered, knocking her away with a shield made of your magic.

“And you! Traitorous little wretch!” you weren’t exactly sure which treason she was talking about or who she learned it from. You’d betrayed a lot of people over the years, she’d have to be more specific, “Why do you still fight alongside them?!”

You knocked away another attack before answering, “The shorter one is cute!” With that, you went on the offensive, landing a kick to Morgana’s stomach and striking her again with the butt of your sword. Your small victory didn’t last long though, as she struck back, the impact slamming you into the opposite wall and probably cracking a few of your ribs. You’d have to apologize to Douxie for that one.

Morgana scoffed at you, looking down at your crumpled figure as you struggled to stand, “Only a fool would fight for love!”

Her voice may have contained a little more rage than was necessary, and she may have been projecting a little bit, but she didn’t have time to say anything else. Douxie handed a few hits with his staff, using surprise to his advantage, and holding up surprisingly well despite the pain you both were in. Morgana turned her taunting onto Douxie, mocking him as they fought.

“You can’t even wield it!” you winced as she landed a hit, “You should stick to your usual tricks.”

You bit your lip as she struck him in the face- twice. This really wasn’t a great day for either of you, was it?

“Use the power of your staff! Make it your own!”

“Please, Douxie.” Your voice was quiet, and there was almost no way he heard it. Hell, you weren’t even sure what you were asking for, but in the next second, his staff turned into a fucking guitar so that was probably it if you had to guess. Or maybe it was the next second when he avenged you by smacking Morgana in the face with said guitar, sending her flying across the room. You knew that as a doctor you shouldn’t hope for someone to crack a rib, but this was an exception you were willing to make.

“What?!”

“BABE! THAT WAS HOT!!” you yelled, too shocked to say much else.

“Bleeding balroths! This is nuclear!” your wizard said, spinning the staff around.

You couldn’t help but laugh at that as you pulled yourself up from the ground. Of all the things Douxie had ever said and done in his life, that had to be the Douxie-est.

“Did you just strike me with a-a lute?!”

“Uh-uh-uh-uh. No, uh-uh. Spellcaster guitar, darling.”

You weren’t exactly sure what the fuck he just said, but you were 110% there for it. He played a lil’ riff on his staff, and you had a very brief mental debate on whether or not that took the throne for the Douxie-est thing he’d ever done.

“Needs tuning though.” He continued to play the riff for a solid minute, and you weren’t sure what was funnier. The fact that this was, in fact, something that was happening, or how Done Merlin looked with literally everything at that moment. It was both. Both was good.

“I meant make it your own weapon!”

Douxie finished playing just in time to shield himself from another of Morgana’s attacks, “Well, this is technically an “axe!”

“You are a huge geek!”

“And you love it!” your wizard yelled, playing again while running from Morgana, looking for an opening while avoiding a volley of spells. He was right. You did love it. That’s why you were going to help at the next opportunity, your (and technically his) poor ribs be damned.

“Hisirdoux! This is no time for dreadful music!”

“Dreadful?”

“Absolutely infernal.”

“I mean, I thought it was good!” you yelled, launching your own round of spells at Morgana, making it harder for her to land a hit on Douxie.

“No worries, this is just the opening track!”

“What do you hope to do? Blow out our eardrums?”

“Well, pardon me if this rock is too freakin’ awesome for your medieval sensibilities!” You had no idea how he did it, but he managed to land on one of the light fixtures (of all things) while you weren’t looking. You couldn’t really see him from where you were, but you were almost certain that he was doing the sign of horns and sticking out his tongue.

“Enough of your noise!” Morgana cried, blasting you to the side quickly before returning to her real fight. You were lucky that this blast was not as strong as her first. You were able to roll out of it without causing any real damage, a benefit to both you and Douxie. Speaking of, your wizard found himself locked in a Harry Potter-style duel, two magics facing off against one another in a single stream. It was not looking too good for your boi though. He seemed to notice this, and jumped from the light and returned to physical combat on the ground. Unfortunately, that did not end well either, and you bit back a cry as Douxie was thrown through the room. Yeah, things were looking rough. Time to call in the cat calvary.

You swore you were only gone for a moment, but in that time, Douxie managed to get himself pinned against a wall.

“Do not fret, Merlin. You’ll find a new apprentice to replace him. Are people not dispensable, after all?”

“Ok, go, go now!” you whispered to Archie, your tone intense, which was fair considering the situation. The familiar did as told and flew at the witch, sending her fling off balance and keeping her away from Douxie. Arch did a quick loop near Merlin, tossing the wizard his staff before circling around to land on Douxie’s shoulder. Merlin and Morgana began their fight as you ran to your wizard and his familiar.

“Nice work my dudes, you think you can keep it up?”

“Probably! Arch, light me!” you liked the sound of that. You liked the sight of it even more as blue flames encircled Morgana, trapping her, and allowing Douxie and Archie to make their final attack, keeping the sorceress in place.

“Hurry, I can’t hold her that long!”

“Don’t worry, we’ve got this,” you said, voice quiet as you threw your own spell at the witch from below. Hopefully, that would make things a little easier. It did. Douxie was grateful.

“You have lost yourself, Morgana! Bound to dark magic. I have no choice but to seal you away! Sigilia infractum!”

It seemed to work for a second, but then, for like, the third (?) time in that battle you were blasted back, Douxie fell with you and hit the ground harder.

“Man, this sucks,” you whispered as you pulled yourselves up, going to Merlin’s aid.

“Master!”

“She’s too powerful,” he groaned, “You have to finish this, together.”

“We can do that… we can do that! Let’s go!”

You and Douxie moved in sync, matching each other’s movements exactly. Using his staff, Douxie’s blue magic replaced Merlin’s green while yours froze the witch again, keeping her from attacking you.

“Sigilia infractum causera!”

Finally, the blast from the spell did not hurt you, instead, it did as it was supposed to, trapping Morgana. You let your own spell ease up, instead, lending whatever strength you could to Douxie, God knows he would need it.

“I will destroy you all! No matter what it takes, no matter where you go, I will end all that you love until you feel my agony!”

“Yeah, you aren’t the first person to threaten that! Come up with something original, then we’ll talk.”

The witch roared and threw a spell in your direction, but it disappeared into a shadow edged with purple.

“Hey! Hands off my teachers!”

Oh, Claire! Claire had found you somehow, that was good.

“I swear on all your lives, I shall rise again!”

“Already seen it,” the girl cried, throwing some much-deserved sass Morgana's way, “You don’t win. See you in 900 years!”

And with that, the spell was complete. Claire opened another portal, dragging Morgana into it. With that big historical event over, your adrenaline failed you and you staggered forward. That was pretty convenient considering it let you catch Douxie, who was doing much worse than you were. You noticed his eyes rolling back slightly, which was a cause for some alarm.

“Hey, heyheyheyheyhey, stay with us, you nerd, don’t pass out on me,” you weren’t sure you could handle the stress if he did.

“Douxie! Are you okay?!” Archie and Claire moved in, the former knocking Douxie back and licking his face relentlessly.

“Ugh! That’s-that’s disgusting!”

You and Claire both laughed at this, glad that at least this part of the fight was finally over. Douxie stole a glance at you and wondered if he had somehow died during the battle. How else could there be an angel before him?

“Well,” he turned his gaze from your smile to Claire with only minor difficulties, “I think we just saved history.”

You sat back, all fears forgotten for now in a moment of relief and elation as you watched your boyfriend give the girl a high-five.

“And you took down a ninth-level sorceress.”

“Damn right,” you giggled, which was new, but not unwelcome. You turned to Douxie, “Sharp work, samurai.” Your friends rolled their eyes at your antics, though they did it out of love.

The excitement calmed for a moment, allowing Archie to speak, “Merlin would be proud.”

“Yeah, if he wasn’t out cold.”

“I mean, it’s not a great look for him, but full transparency? I could probably take a three-hundred-year nap right now.”

Douxie laughed, but he wrapped a hand around yours and whispered, “Please don’t.”

You squeezed his hand, a silent promise that you would not answer your problems with sleep. Not today, anyway. To be completely honest, the problem immediately at hand could be solved rather quickly, by you, at least.

“Anyway, Merlin’s still been stabbed, so I’ll just-”

Fortunately, this was just a stab wound. No magic, no tricks, no possession, just medicine. That was what you knew, it was what you could deal with. It was over too quickly. Was that a thing you could say? Could you wish for medical treatment to last longer? Was that something you could do? Not to mention that he was your boyfriend’s surrogate dad, which just made things complicated. Either way, it was over too fast. You returned to Camelot, mourned the dead, said your goodbyes, and that was it. Time was up. You had to go home.

Home. What even was home now? You knew the answer. Home was Douxie. Wherever he was, you wanted to be. He made you feel safe, feel loved, feel every good thing that humans are supposed to feel, but- To save the world, to save his life, you would have to leave him. There was no other choice, either you stayed in the past and everyone died, or you went back to the future and risked his life by staying with him. You had to go. As soon as you got back, you’d have to run. You didn’t know where, to-to Spain, or Japan, or Cuba, Vietnam, Egypt, France, somewhere, anywhere, just to keep him safe. You didn’t want to do it. You just wanted to stay by his side, forever, if possible. But that was the thing. It wasn’t possible. And that broke your heart.

And if possible, these gosh darn kids were going to break you even more.

“Everybody, ready yourselves. We don’t have much time. I’ll dial us in for when we left.”

“But what’s gonna happen when we get there? The danger we escaped, it’ll be waiting for us. And Jim’s still hurt.”

You bit your lip as you and Douxie approached Jim and Claire. You really didn’t want to be the one who had to say this. You didn’t want to be around when she heard the news. Shit, you didn’t even want it to be news. You just wanted your kids to be happy, and to not kill your boyfriend, and to live for once. Maybe fate just didn’t like you.

“Claire, about that… Jim is-”

“Ready to face the inevitable,” Jim held out a hand to stop you.

“Jim, are you sure?” Douxie asked while you maintained your silence. You were pretty sure if you said anything you’d lose your composure.

“Jim?” Oh God, and now Claire was going to find out how screwed you still were. This was gonna suck.

“Claire, the shard in- There is no cure. That’s what Merlin told me earlier.”

You winced at the horror on the young girl’s face. She didn’t deserve this. Neither of them did.

“That’s crazy! We can find something! I’ll learn a spell, we can stay here!”

“If we don’t all go back right now, the future won’t exist. What kind of hero would I be if I sacrificed everyone else? Not to be ironic, but we’re out of time.”

“No! Douxie, (Y/N), tell him! We can fix this! You can fix this!”

You brought your hand up to hide your eyes from the sorceress. She was right, you should have been able to fix this, and tears wouldn’t solve anything. Your only solution was running away, and Jim- oh God, Jim. See, it was things like this that made you start drinking in the twenties.

“I’m sorry, Claire. He’s right. We must go back now, but when we do, we’ll find a way to reverse this,” he stole a glance back at you, and your distraught state only drove him further. He had to do this, to fix things when you got home. He owed all of you that much, “I promised I would return you home, and I am, but the portal can only stay open for a few moments. This is our one shot. Trust me.”

A moment later, he joined you at the base of the ship before taking your hand and leading you onto it.

“We’ll fix this,” he promised, his voice low so only you could hear, “Together. We’ll go home to the future, and we’ll fix this, and then-” your eyes met his as he paused, “And then, maybe, we could start our future.”

Despite the tears that threatened to fall, you smiled ever so slightly, “We’ll build a new one if we have to.”

It wasn’t until his lips met yours that you started crying. It wasn’t his fault it was just- fuck you would miss this. You smiled again as you pulled apart, though the tears hadn’t stopped. It was for his sake, really. Under normal circumstances, you might pretend that everything was fine, but for just one second, you wanted to believe it.

“I love you,” your voice shook, and you hated it.

“I love you, too,” his voice was strong, yet tired. And you loved it.

You pushed a small smile onto your face, trying to cast the illusion that you were okay, and that everything was okay, and that no one would die when you returned. Your attempts were quickly halted by a sting on your cheek. That came from him, you realized, as you noticed a thin cut that ran across his cheekbone. You ran your thumb over it, his skin patching together and healing under your hand. At least you could still do that one thing. Sure, you were a traitorous assassin, but by god could you heal a small cut.

Douxie smiled, his grin seeming more natural than yours. He kissed you one last time before letting you go and taking the time map. You watched him, not saying a word as he said something under his breath and activated the map and the heart. A beam of light lit the night sky green, going on for a moment until it formed a portal. You could almost see your time on the other side. That was it. That was how you would get back to the future. Yay.

It was weird. You’d known Douxie for so long, and hated him for most of that time, but now? Now you were dreading going back to your time, going back to general safety because it meant that he would die. It was just odd to think that there was a time where you would have wished for this, for a chance to kill him and avoid the blame. If you wished for anything now, it would be another way out.

You followed Douxie onto Merlin’s airship and walked past him, standing as far away as you could. You didn’t know what would happen when you crossed that barrier. You might try to murder him instantly, you might be able to control yourself, you might be able to fight off your curse entirely. The point is, you didn’t know, and distance was the best solution. So, you stood alone and stared off into the night as the ship moved off towards the portal until Steve’s ramblings returned your attention to your friends.

“Man, Camelot was crazy! Why don’t they ever talk about that in the history books?”

Douxie gave the blond kid a pat on the shoulder, and you watched as Steve headed towards the front of the ship where Jim and Claire stood. The girl was looking back towards you, but you couldn’t meet her eyes. Her boyfriend was doomed, and there was nothing you could do about it. And you would have done anything. For those kids, you’d give your own life in a heartbeat, but that wasn’t an option. Not now, not yet. Douxie, however, met her eyes, though only for a moment. You didn’t have to hear him to know what he was thinking.

“My burden to bear.”

And with those final words, the world turned green, and you were gone.

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Arranged marriage but they think that the other hates them

“You have got to be joking,” Sirius said immediately, looking between his parents for any sign that they’d attempted humor for the first time in their lives. They hadn’t.

“I know you do not want this, but it is necessary.”

“Why?!” he cried indignantly.

Orion didn’t look the least bit annoyed by his firstborn’s reaction. The same couldn’t be said for Walburga; she was obviously annoyed with him. “Your mother did nothing to hide her support for the rising Dark Lord. With him gone, we now need damage control. You always knew this would happen, Sirius,” he added almost kindly.

“Yeah, but- but that was supposed to be years from now, not before I graduated!” He sounded hysterical, and he couldn’t bring himself to care or stop. Orion had reasserted control in his household, which, fortunately for Sirius, meant no more of Walburga doing whatever she wanted disguised as discipline. He would have run away if he’d had somewhere to go, and almost had last summer anyways. That didn’t mean he was suddenly living in paradise, but at least he didn’t feel like he was being tortured anymore. Orion at least had stopped Walburga from constantly buying him skirts. “Can’t we at least wait until after that?” he begged. He rarely begged without coercion, but he would beg as much as he had to for this. He was only seventeen! An adult technically, but by no stretch of the imagination was he mature enough or ready to be married.

Orion shook his head, actually looking sad for his son. If Sirius hadn’t been so distracted, he would have been shocked to see that. “The only reason the Potters agreed to this was because they want their heir married as soon as possible.”

Sirius froze. “Potter? You’re marrying me off to James Potter?” he asked in disbelief.

“Yes,” Walburga snapped, unable to keep her tongue during this- this spectacle Sirius was making.

“Is there something wrong with that?” Orion asked. He wouldn’t change the plans based on his answer, but he was curious about his son’s reaction. It was no secret the Potter’s were a definite Light family, but he hadn’t heard of the heir mistreating Sirius in any way.

“Does he know he’s marrying me?”

“If he does not, he will soon enough. Why?”

Sirius looked at his father like it was obvious. “He hates me. He hates all Slytherins. There’s no way he’ll agree.”

“I do not believe he has much choice in the matter.”

He frowned, panic giving way to curiosity and suspicion. “His parents don’t force him to do anything he doesn’t want.”

“They have… reconsidered. They did not share their specific reasons with me, but they seem to think that in this matter he would choose someone unacceptable.”

Sirius thought of Evans, the Gryffindor prefect Potter had been chasing for the entirety of their Hogwarts education, and made a face, thinking that the elderly parents had no reason to worry about her. They must have a different reason, one he didn’t have a chance of guessing without more information. Then his father’s wording caught up to him. “And I count as acceptable?”

Walburga opened her mouth, no doubt to say something scathing, but a sharp look from her husband made her stop. She decided to leave the room entirely after a moment’s consideration.

“You are part of an Ancient and Noble House, you are pureblood, and you are capable of bearing children.” Sirius cringed at the last part. “That is acceptable enough for them given the circumstances. Yes they would prefer if you were from a Light family and more… traditional, I assume, but I think this is the best option you will ever have.”

He hung his head slightly. “Right,” he said bitterly. Today hadn’t been a good day for his body image, but finding out that he was soon to be married sent it into overdrive.

“Sirius,” Orion said, waiting for his son to meet his gaze before continuing. “This is sooner than you or I wanted, but I do think it is the best option. Potter may hate all Slytherins, but from what I have heard, he has never mocked your gender and that is better than I hoped I could find for you, particularly with this Dark Lord mess. I am not going to call off this betrothal, but I want you to be happy. With Potter, you have a chance.

“The Hat nearly placed you in Gryffindor, and if you had gone there instead, I believe you would have been good friends. This is the best match for both of you.”

Sirius nodded even though he disagreed, not bothering to ask how his father knew he’d nearly been a lion. It was probably obvious in the way he acted.

“The meeting is this afternoon, after lunch. You and James,” his mouth quirked upwards slightly saying his first name instead of the last, “will have a chance to talk before we sign anything. Apparently his parents wish to keep up the semblance of choice.”

Sirius sighed, smoothing a hand over his hair unnecessarily. “When’s the official announcement?”

“The Potter’s Solstice party.”

“Oh,” he said faintly. “That’s… soon.” ‘Soon’ felt like an understatement. In one week, he’d be officially engaged, and there was no turning back. Engagements could be broken off in the Wizarding world, but it seldom happened, and it never happened to high profile couples. In the last half a millennia, there were maybe two and both had resulted in blood feuds between the families, as well as social embarrassment for all involved. Sirius was pretty sure he’d get murdered before he was allowed to call off the wedding once they were engaged.

Orion didn’t know what to say to that, unaccustomed to comforting anyone. He laid a hand on Sirius’s shoulder briefly, then left, leaving him alone in the large, cold room.

Sirius numbly walked back to his room, then cast a silencing spell and screamed, venting his frustration on any object nearby. When he was done, he was breathing heavily, and only felt marginally better. He repaired everything he’d broken but knew that if he picked any of them up to put in their correct places, he’d end up throwing them again.

He flopped on his bed and stared at the ceiling for hours, though it didn’t feel like it had been that long. Someone knocked on his door and opened it a minute later when he didn’t answer.

“Sirius?” It was Regulus. “It’s time for lunch.”

Sirius wordlessly stood and followed him, eating on autopilot and silently getting to his feet when Orion asked him to get dressed for the meeting.

He got dressed, finally getting his wits back as he moved. He was tempted to wear his favoured muggle attire, but he knew that he’d be forced into robes before the Potter’s showed up. Sometimes, putting up a fight for the sake of it was nice, but he just… didn’t care right now. Getting dressed in the proper clothes wasn’t a fight he felt like having. He did pull his hair back though, figuring that they might let him get away with it. If they didn’t, it would be easy to take down.

When he walked downstairs, Walburga didn’t even glance at him, and Orion gave him a look to make sure his outfit was appropriate. His eyes lingered on his hair, but he turned back to his book without saying anything. Regulus was the only one with a smile for him, which Sirius returned, flopping on the couch next to his brother to wait for the Potter’s to arrive.

They sat in dreaded silence-- for Sirius at least-- for several minutes before the bell rang throughout the house, a small crack signalling a house elf’s apparition to the door to answer. Orion stood and they all followed suit. “Try to behave yourself,” he said, but there was no heat behind it, merely the obligation he felt to say it. Personally, Sirius thought they overreacted; he wasn’t half so rebellious as they thought.

Mipsy led the group of three into the room where the Blacks were waiting, bowing before leaving. The air was tense around them, but Orion, Fleamont, and Euphemia all pretended it wasn’t there. They exchanged greetings, officially presenting Sirius and James respectively, who shared uneasy looks and nods of acknowledgement.

“How about we let these two talk while we sort out a few details?” Euphemia suggested.

Regulus was temporarily dismissed and the adults all left them alone in the room to… what, talk?

“Well this is great,” James said, mussing his somewhat tamed hair that must’ve taken a half hour to get that way.

Sirius snorted. “Yeah, totally.”

Silence.

“So I take it this wasn’t your idea?” James ventured.

Sirius replied with a harsh bark of laughter and shook his head. “They told me this morning. There wasn’t any ‘choice’ about it, let alone ‘idea’. You?”

“Mum and Dad told me a few days ago, but I was trying to get out of it. Not that there’s anything wrong with you, but,” he shrugged.

“Yeah, I know the feeling.” Although it was news to him that James didn’t think there was anything wrong with him. Maybe what he meant was that physically there was nothing wrong with him. “So where did this come from? Father said it was your parents who were out looking to marry you off quickly.”

James made a face. “You know Evans?”

“That Gryffindor girl you’ve been chasing for the past six years, loudly and publicly? Hard to miss.”

He didn’t look the least bit bothered by Sirius’s somewhat condescending tone. “Yeah, well, apparently they were worried I’d get married to her or something and wanted to make sure I had pureblooded kids.”

Sirius blinked. “Tell me you’re joking. We have to get married because your parents are worried about you and Evans getting together? She won’t give you the time of day! It’s more likely that we’d actually choose to marry each other than you’d get a date with her.”

James rolled his eyes. “Well, I know that. But it took me a little bit to work out what they thought, and by that point they thought I’d say anything to get out of this. No offense,” he added.

It was Sirius’s turn to roll his eyes. “Please, like I don’t know you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you.” At Sirius’s disbelieving look, he said, “What? I don’t. I mean, yeah you’re a Slytherin and all that rot, but you seem alright.”

“A true compliment to be sure,” he replied flatly.

James scowled. “You look nice.”

“What?” Sirius said, completely thrown off by the random comment.

“You look nice,” he repeated.

“Er, thanks?”

“You wanted a compliment, so there.”

“Oh. Thanks,” he said again, more genuinely this time. There was a pause, then Sirius mused, “I wonder what this will do for your reputation.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’re doing this to fix ours, but I can’t imagine this will help yours at all. Might make it worse, given that you’re marrying a person from a prominent Dark family, and a disgraced member of it, no less.”

“You’re not a disgrace,” James said automatically, as if he’d said it innumerable times before.

Sirius gave him a strange look for that but dismissed it to the back of his mind to think on later. “It’s nice that you think so,” he said airily. “What about at Hogwarts? Once the announcement is out, everyone’s opinion of you will change.”

He shrugged, completely uncaring. “Fuck them, it doesn’t change anything.”

Sirius shot him an amused look. “Getting married to someone you hate won’t change anything?”

“I don’t hate you,” he repeated, looking irritated with him for even thinking it. “What I meant was it won’t change who my friends are, that I’m Quidditch Captain, or how I do in class.”

“But it will change how the rest of your housemates treat you, what they say to you, and how they act around you. Marrying the prettiest bloke around won’t help you any since he’s in a House you openly despise,” he said with a wink.

James glared at him, and he was slightly taken aback by how annoyed James seemed to be with him. “Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?” he asked, genuinely confused. Salazar and his brother said he was an emotional rollercoaster. He had nothing on James.

“Saying that I hate you. I don’t. Merlin, Sirius, the only people that hate you are arseholes.”

Apparently the basis of James and Sirius’s relationship would be annoying the shit out of each other and lying about obvious truths. “I’m sure,” he said dryly. “Besides, why do you care? We’ll be stuck together whether I believe you hate me or not.”

He didn’t say anything and averted his eyes. After a minute, Sirius got tired of waiting for an answer.

“I guess you’ll have to start caring what people say about me now that we’re betrothed. Upkeep on your rep and all. Word of advice, Potter-” James held back a wince at being called by his last name “-you can’t hex any- and every- one that insults me because there will be no one left for you to talk to. Just ignore them.”

James hated that idea, but agreed. “Fine. Oh,” he added, “and call me James.” He waved a hand vaguely. “Getting married and all, no reason to make it confusing when your last name will be the same soon.”

Sirius tried for a grin but it came out a grimace. He gave up the effort after a few seconds. “Right. Sirius Potter.” They stood in awkward quiet for a minute before Sirius suggested they go to their parents. James readily agreed and they left, keeping a sizable distance between each other.

“Moony just trust me.”

Remus looked at him skeptically. “I trust you with me, but I don’t trust you with you.”

“Are you not making sense on purpose?”

Remus sighed. He loved James-- really he did-- but he could be obtuse. Hell, Remus had been the one to tell James his obsession with Sirius wasn’t as academic as he assumed. “James,” he said patiently, “just because Sirius isn’t wildly opposed to this doesn’t mean he’s going to…” fall in love “-with you. I don’t want you to get your hopes up and get hurt.”

“I can be charming,” he said indignantly.

“Not when you’re trying too hard you can’t.”

James glared at him, because he knew he was right. If he was capable of wooing someone, then he and Lily would’ve had at least one date, even if it would have turned out wildly unsuccessful. “I’m not saying he will like me, I’m just saying it’s a possibility. He doesn’t hate me, and we’ll be,” James gestured vaguely, “married, so we’ll be around each other all the time. Maybe I’ll grow on him.”

“Just be yourself. It worked for me and Pete,” he offered.

“Neither of you fancy me though, we’re just friends,” James grumbled.

Remus studied him for a minute before deciding that he would say it. “I think you and Sirius being friends is the most probable best case scenario you’re going to get Prongs.” James deflated, looking like a kicked puppy, and Remus wanted to take it back just so he wouldn’t look so sad but restrained himself. Barely. The words were out there, and claiming they were a lie wasn’t going to help him. “Sorry.”

James shrugged, shoulders tight. “You’re telling the truth. It’s fine to dream sometimes but… well. I wouldn’t want to live the rest of my life waiting and hoping for something that would never happen. But I still think you’re wrong.”

Their engagement was announced and everyone at the party was nice about it because that's why they'd been invited. It wasn't just the Potter's Solstice Party; it was their announcement to high society, and the guest list had been adjusted accordingly. Everyone congratulated them, and Sirius had to field a disturbingly high number of women that wanted to talk to him about their wedding night. Telling one to bugger off had ended with her getting insulted and Orion forcing Sirius to apologise. Telling another that he'd already had sex had scandalized her into lecturing him, nevermind that it was a lie. He got in trouble for that one too since Walburga had come up in the middle of the lecture, dragging him away to yell at him in private before returning to the party. After that, he just stood there and sipped at his drink and let them talk themselves hoarse. Normally he would've tried harder to get out of it, but across the room, he saw James getting similar treatment.

Sirius held onto the vague hope that they would have a long engagement, but it wasn't really a surprise when they ended up getting married a month after announcing their engagement. He was pretty sure that Orion had said something about the Potter parents wanting for James to get married as soon as possible when he was told about this whole bloody situation. Sirius knew that some day he'd have to have sex with James, but he'd let him know in advance not to expect anything on their wedding night. They ended the day with a single kiss from the ceremony, and that was that.

As a married couple, they had to live together. Neither of their parents were willing to let them live together all on their own when they were about to go to Hogwarts for another year, so Sirius had to move into the Potter mansion.

He hated it.

Oh sure it was nicer than Grimmauld Place and there were far less cursed objects to be wary of, but it felt like he was in enemy territory at all times. Him and James shared a room because of course they did, and the entire house wasn't safe from prying eyes. He had nowhere to go and relax. It sure as fuck didn't help that James kept inviting his friends over, so he couldn't even get some sodding quiet on a regular basis. Say what you want about Slytherins, but at least they were quiet.

And James's mates came by. Every. Bloody. Day. Or almost every day, which was just as bad since he never knew what days he'd have all alone and what days would get crashed by two very loud Gryffindors. In some misguided attempt to either bother him or make him feel included, they talked to him when they were over if he wasn't busy. It meant that Sirius spent a lot of time with Euphemia. She was alright, except for the part where she was trying to teach Sirius how to take care of a household.

His choices came down to being annoyed by her, or being annoyed by James and his mates. James, for reasons unknown, was still trying to convince Sirius that he liked him alright. So far, he'd been strong armed into learning how to clean dishes, and how to cook two kinds of soup.

There was some good news amidst all of this. He didn't have to see his parents anymore, which was nice. They sent him a couple letters, but he didn't even have to reply. It was the sort of avoidance he didn't think he'd get for a few more years, and he was loving it. The other good news was that no one here cared how he dressed. No one yelled at him when he pulled back his hair or wore a tee for a muggle punk band. No one gave a shite that he wore denim trousers, and they didn't even get mad when he listened to his music-- he figured they would get mad if he turned it as loud as he really wanted, but they were being pretty nice to him, so he didn't bother testing it.

He hadn't seen Regulus since moving out. Orion and Walburga were pretty strict on how they saw over break, so it wasn't all that surprising. Disappointing, but not surprising.

"Sirius?" Euphemia said, one morning when he'd thought he had managed to get out of his spousal lessons to 'work on homework'. He wasn't doing homework; he'd finished it all in the week after they'd gotten married, which was why he'd run out of material to hide behind. He'd decided that reading his transfiguration textbook front to back was a better use of his time than letting Mrs. Potter teach him how to properly season a chicken.

He'd thought he had a pretty good excuse up until now. He bit back a sigh and looked up at her. "Yes, Mrs. Potter?"

"You can call me Mum or Euphemia, you know," she reminded him, just as she did every time he called her Mrs. Potter. "Your brother's here to see you."

Sirius froze, then shot up from his seat, letting the book fall closed without marking his page. "Thanks, Mrs. Potter!" he called, running from the room. He ran to the entryway, where Regulus was standing. He looked horribly out of place here. Without the stone of Hogwarts or the dim, crowded feel of Grimmauld Place, he looked almost... too bright. Sirius was used to seeing him a lot smaller, in more bleak lighting. That was a depressing road he was going down, so he stopped thinking about that and nearly bowled him over with a hug. "Oh Merlin, I am so glad to see you."

"That bad?" Regulus asked quietly.

"It's-" Sirius paused. "Better than with our parents, but you're not here and I don't know if you've noticed, but you're kind of my only friend, so it's not like I'm getting a whole lot done without their rules." He saw that Regulus was carrying something now that he let go and had the space to see it. "What's with the bag?"

"Hm? Oh, some things you left at Grimmauld Place."

"If I left it there, I probably didn't want it," Sirius said, but he accepted it when Regulus handed it over. He peeked inside, then grinned. It was all the stuff that he couldn't find when he was packing. He knew that Walburga had refused to let him bring some of his belongings with him, thinking that its existence would somehow embarrass her if the Potter's found out about it. She knew that they only way to keep him from bringing some of his shite was if he couldn't find it, so. He'd kind of thought that she'd burned it, so to see that Regulus had rescued all of those items was nothing short of amazing. "Thanks."

"I'm not sure I managed to get everything," he said apologetically, and Sirius shook his head.

"This is plenty. Thanks. Can you- I mean, you don't have to go back right away, yeah?"

"No, I can stay for a while."

Sirius grinned. "Great. I'll put this away and we can... catch up. Chat. I dunno; we'll think of something."

"Please. I'm in no hurry to get home."

"Why? Not that I'm trying to run you off; I could use the company."

Regulus snorted. "You remember what it's like there, don't you?"

"Oh. Ha, yeah."

"Sort of really sucks without you there," Regulus muttered. "Not sure how I'm going to survive another three years there."

"You can visit."

"Yeah, but it's not going to be the same."

Sirius dumped the bag on his side of the bed and turned to leave again. He wanted to get in and out as quickly as he could so that he didn't have to think about the fact that he was sharing a bed with James.

But Regulus had noticed. "You don't even get your own room?"

"We're married," Sirius said dismissively. He grabbed Regulus's arm and pulled him from the room. Regulus reluctantly let it happen. Sirius shut the door because otherwise, who knew how long Regulus would stand there staring?

"You shouldn't have to do that."

"Shouldn't have to do what?" Sirius asked, looking straight at him. Challenging. Say what you mean, he silently dared.

Regulus must have learnt some courage since Sirius moved out, because he did. "It's bad enough that you have to live here, and it's even worse that you have to sleep with him, but not getting your own room? You deserve to have some bloody space."

"What part of married aren't you getting? Besides, it's only for the rest of the summer."

"Right," Regulus said, rolling his eyes, "I'm sure that once you graduate from Hogwarts, he won't expect anything from you at all."

"You make it sound like I'm being taken advantage of."

"Aren't you?"

"No." They stared at each other for a long moment, neither of them willing to back down. "Whatever. I don't want to argue with you. You want to play a game of Snap?" Sirius started walking down the hallway again, and Regulus followed.

"You know I hate playing Snap."

"Fine, we'll be boring old men and play chess. I don't know why you hate Snap; you're good at it."

"It's too fast. You never have time to just sit and think. Besides, you're the only old one here," Regulus said, elbowing him.

"I'm not even eighteen," Sirius said, elbowing him back.

"Yeah, but you're married, that makes you old."

"You're the one that likes playing chess."

"Playing chess doesn't make you old," Regulus argued.

"Keep telling yourself that old man."

"You're such a shite."

Sirius grinned at him. "See? I'm reminding you why you're glad I'm gone."

"Try as much as you want, you won't be able to do it."

"Aww, I knew you loved me."

"For Salazar's sake, I'm about to leave you here all alone," Regulus threatened, but there was no heat behind it.

Sirius hummed. "If you did that, I'd be able to finish reading all my textbooks before the start of them."

"You're reading your textbooks?"

"It's not like I have much else I want to be doing," Sirius said with a shrug.

Regulus didn't say anything. When Sirius glanced at him, his face was drawn.

"It was just a joke," Sirius said, nudging him.

"No it wasn't," Regulus said quietly. "That makes it worse."

"Hey, I agreed to play chess with you; let's drop all this other shite."

"...Fine."

They got through two games-- Regulus won both of them-- and had started on a third when James showed his face. Naturally, it was with his mates at his side.

"You must be Sirius's brother," James said with an attempt at a warm smile. He fell short.

"What gave it away," Regulus said flatly.

"Regulus," Sirius warned.

Regulus ignored him. "You realise we go to the same school, right Potter? We've met before."

"Oh. Right."

"And we saw each other at the wedding."

"Yeah." James shifted awkwardly. "Well, just wanted to say hi before we went outside."

Sirius waved, which Peter and Remus returned. It was awkward. They were all trying to make the best of it. Sirius grit his teeth and didn't say anything until they'd all walked away. "What the hell was that?"

"What?"

"You were being an arse."

"He introduced himself to me. We've known each other for years. He's a bloody idiot."

"Who cares? You can't treat him like that."

"Why, because he's your sodding husband? You don't love him. You don't even like him."

"That doesn't matter. They could stop you from visiting if they want to, and you're egging them on."

Regulus paused. "They would do that?"

"I dunno, but I don't want to risk it."

"That's why you're being like this," Regulus said, leaning back in his chair. He folded his arms over his chest, looking at Sirius like he could see right through him. "You think they're going to treat you like shite if you act like yourself."

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm doing, so stop making it harder. After a while, I probably won't have to do it, but for now, I'm going to bloody behave and you should too."

"Fine."

"Thank you."

Regulus shook his head. "I can't believe you're doing this," he muttered. "I sort of thought that you'd never do what someone told you to."

"Well, times change. I'm adapting."

Regulus left, and with him, any sense of happiness that Sirius had managed to work up. He'd pretended he was fine for Regulus, because that's what he always did. Now that he was gone, it was hard for Sirius to convince himself that he was fine with the way things were. He had exactly one friend and it was his brother, and he buggering missed him.

"You okay?" James asked. His mates had left for the day. His parents had had to go to some fancy party with the other hoity-toity couples of the Wizarding World.

Sirius was laying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. From the corner of his eye, he could see James sit down in one of the armchairs nearby. "Yeah," Sirius said, not putting much energy into the lie. He was bored. Reading textbooks was exactly as thrilling as it sounded. "D'you know when your parents are getting back?"

"Party ends at midnight. I think Mum said they were staying the whole time. Why?"

"You know what we should do?"

"Er. No. Because we don't really do stuff together. Pretty sure you like to pretend I don't exist."

He wasn't wrong, so Sirius didn't bother correcting him. He didn't care to make it believable right now. Sirius rolled his head to look at him. "We should have sex."

James blinked, blushing. "What?"

"You heard me."

"But- but I thought you said you didn't want to."

"Yeah, a month ago. It's different now."

"Is it? We haven't even- I mean, we haven't kissed or anything."

"Fine, then let's snog."

"You want to snog?"

"It's what I just said innit?"

"Since when do you want to do that?"

Sirius propped himself up. "I'm bored."

"You want to fool around because you're bored?" James repeated doubtfully.

It wasn't the complete truth. Yes he was bored, but that was mostly an excuse that he was giving James. The honest truth was that Regulus's visit had gotten him thinking. He'd been living in limbo. He hadn't committed to living here and being married to James because he kept hoping that it wouldn't last. Logically, he'd known that it would, but he'd needed an additional nudge. At some point, him and James were going to need to have sex, and... well, he'd gotten used to the idea. "Why are you acting like this bothers you? I've seen you check me out; it's not like you don't find me attractive."

James's blush deepened. "Well- yeah. But there's a difference between... that, and what you're suggesting."

"Of course there's a difference. It's a good difference. The difference is both of us getting laid."

James cleared his throat and shifted a little in his seat. Sirius almost laughed at the realisation that James was getting turned on thinking about it, but he was finally making some progress and he wasn't going to throw it out the window.

"We don't have to," Sirius said, letting himself fall back down onto the couch. It wasn't innocent flopping; he was giving James a chance to look at him with sex in mind without worrying that Sirius would catch him. "It was just a suggestion."

James was silent for a minute, mulling it over. "If we did," he said, "it wouldn't... I mean, it wouldn't mean anything to you, right? We'd be the way that we are now?"

"Right."

He was quiet for several seconds. "Okay. If you- if you want to, we can."

"Really?" Sirius asked, looking over at him. He'd been thinking about it for the past couple hours, but he hadn't expected for James to give in so easily.

James nodded, and Sirius grinned at him.

"Awesome."

Regular sex was pretty nice. It had been awkward as hell the first few times, but for the most part, they'd worked it out. James still thought it was weird that Sirius liked to keep his shirt on. And he didn't really seem to understand why Sirius was cool with being close while they were having sex but didn't like it afterwards. Sirius had a personal bubble, okay? Touching during sex made it good; touching after sex made him feel crowded and uncomfortable. James was pretty content to hug a pillow instead, so it's not like it was a big loss for him.

Now that Sirius had his favourite stuff back, it was easier to pass the time. He still messed Regulus. He'd been forced to learn how to cook one type of curry, and Mrs. Potter had doubled up on the lesson so he now knew how to bake a chocolate cake, too.

James would get a birthday cake from him over his dead body. They were sort of getting along now. They didn't talk for fun, but they could at least hold a conversation over dinner. But Sirius wasn't about to bake for him. Combined with the sex, it would probably make James think that Sirius was happy to be married to him.

He knew what would happen to him if James thought that. Completely and utterly taken for granted. Expected to cook and clean all by himself. Expected to have sex with his dear husband whenever the hell it was requested.

Yeah. Sirius wasn't doing that. Had James acted like that before? No, but things changed. It was a risk Sirius wasn't going to take. Besides, Mrs. Potter would probably send James some cupcakes on his birthday, so it's not like he'd be suffering or summat.

"What are we doing when we get to Hogwarts?" James asked one night as they laid in bed. James was hugging his pillow, and Sirius was enjoying his space as he cooled off.

"What do you mean?"

"The... sex. Are we going to keep doing it?"

"Probably," Sirius said, then thought better of it. "I mean, I want to keep doing it. I've gotten used to it."

"'Gotten used to it'," James repeated, sounding amused. That, at least, was a relief. Back at the start of this, James had been hurt by just about everything Sirius said, thinking that he meant it as a personal attack. He'd calmed down since then, realising that it was how Sirius talked-- also Sirius had told him that if he wanted to insult him, he'd be much more deliberate and direct about it. "Good to know. I guess we'll figure it out once we're there."

"You act like we can't sneak into each other's dorms."

James wrinkled his nose. "I'm not going to the Slytherin common room."

"You're such a baby," Sirius said, rolling his eyes. "Fine, I'll go to the Gryffindor one. Assuming your roommates won't mind."

"They'll get over it."

Sirius snorted. "Glad to see you're such a good person to live with."

"Hey, you've been doing it for two months, and you've survived."

"I guess."

"You guess you've survived?" James said, laughing.

"Bugger off," Sirius said, shoving at his arm.

James laughed some more, turning on his side to face him. "I'm pretty happy I married you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he said warmly.

That smile looked far too sincere. It made Sirius's chest constrict uncomfortably. "I guess I could've married someone worse," Sirius said, and James laughed again.

"Thanks."

They'd been back at school for two days, and Sirius was already tired of it. Post came in the third morning, and Sirius got a rather thick envelope from James's parents addressed to him. When he opened it, he saw that about half of its contents were actually for James. He separated them, then walked over to the Gryffindor table.

"Do us both a favour and tell your parents to send you your own post instead of shoving it in with mine," Sirius said, sliding it next to James's plate.

James frowned. "Why did they send it to you?"

"How the hell should I know? You're the one that's known them your whole life," Sirius said. Then he left, because he didn't actually have anything else to say.

Sirius was going to kill James. No arguments. He was going to buggering murder him, and he'd deserve it. He was flirting with Evans. Again. Or perhaps 'still' would've fit better. He was still flirting with Evans, because the last time that they'd all been at school, he'd flirted with her then, too. At no point had he seen her and decided to leave well enough alone.

Sirius wanted to bash his head in. Did he not remember that he was married? And Sirius was having sex with him! It's not like he was preventing James from getting any action; he was the action.

Peter was a very good person to have on your side. Sirius knew this because when Peter noticed Sirius walking towards them, looking furious, he tried to get James's attention. Unfortunately, James was an idiot who ignored him and didn't seem to realise that a damn thing was wrong until Sirius yanked on his arm. Hell, even then he didn't get it. "Ow, what the- oh, hi Sirius. What's up?" he asked, completely innocent of his own misdeeds.

Sirius grit his teeth. He would've preferred if James had known what he did wrong. "A word," Sirius growled, dragging him away. He wasn't nice about it, either.

"Okay, you're kind of hurting me. Do you mind loosening up?" James said.

Sirius ignored him and did no such thing. Being nice to his husband was a benefit James got when he wasn't being a total twat. He pulled him into an abandoned classroom and slammed the door, finally letting James go. "What the fuck is wrong with you!"

"What? What did I do?"

"You were hitting on Evans!"

"So? It's not like she's going to say yes."

"You're married." To ME, Sirius almost added, but he held back. It wouldn't matter to James that he was married to Sirius, but it mattered that he was married.

"You said that you didn't want us sleeping together to change anything."

Sirius glared at him, the urge to punch him intensifying. "I meant that I'm not in love with you, not that you get to pretend you're not married, you bloody idiot."

"I think you're overreacting," James said, oblivious to the way Sirius's anger rose sharply. "I've been flirting with Lily since I was eleven, and she's no more likely to respond positively to it now than she was when I started."

"It's not about her. I don't give a shit about her."

"Then what's the problem?"

"Do you have any idea how that looks? How it makes me look? If my parents hear about this, they're going to send me a bloody Howler. More to the point, if I ever catch you flirting with someone ever again, I'm going to hex your bollocks off. Got it?"

"Erm. Got it. I still don't see why you care so much. It's not like anyone thinks we're in love," James said. "It's not like cheating you or summat."

"You're not getting this," Sirius growled. Punching James would hurt his hand, but it would make him feel better. He was sorely tempted to give it a try and see how it went.

"No, I'm not getting it," James agreed. "Why would you care?"

Sirius grabbed his tie and yanked James down to his eye level, knuckles whitened from how hard he was gripping the fabric. "Don't. Do it. Again. Understand?"

James swallowed. "Yep," he said, sounding strained.

"Good." Sirius pulled him in and kissed him. It wasn't very nice. It was too hard, and Sirius still had half a mind to hit him. "I'll see you in class," he said, releasing his tie and breezing past him to leave the room.

"I think Sirius likes me," James said.

"Really?" Peter asked doubtfully. "Because he kind of looked like he wanted to kill you."

Remus nodded. "Kill you painfully and get his brother to help him hide the body."

"Yeah, but after he yelled at me, he kissed me. That means something, right?"

"Probably means that he likes getting snogged," Peter said.

"I think you're wrong."

"Do you have any proof for that?" Remus asked. "Or do you just want it to be true."

"Hey, we're shagging now. That's progress that neither of you thought I would make when we got engaged."

They both blinked at him. "I would love to have that amount of confidence," Peter said.

"Oh shut it," James grumbled. "He totally loves me." He could've done without thinking that Sirius was going to kill him before that realisation, but it was nice to know all the same.

"Keep living the dream, Prongs," Remus said.

"Get bent."

Sirius blinked at the wrapped present in front of him. "What is this?"

"A gift," James said.

"Why?"

"Because it's your birthday."

"So?"

"So you're my husband, and it's your birthday, and generally spouses give gifts on important dates like anniversaries and birthdays. Are you going to open it?"

Sirius continued to stare down at it. James had gotten him a present.

James took his silence as a no. "Alright. Well, I hope you like it." He leaned forward and gave Sirius a quick peck on the cheek, then left for class. Sirius didn't have anything in this time slot, so he was free to stand there and be confused.

He got him a present. Because they were married and it was his birthday. That was... thoughtful. His parents had never given him any presents on his birthday before. James had even taken the time to wrap it. He knew that it was James that had wrapped it and not someone else, because it wasn't professional. The ribbon wrapped around the edges wasn't perfectly even, and the bow had crinkled in places from where James had tied it then redone it. He turned it upside down for a moment and noticed that some of the edges from the uncoloured part were peeking through.

Sirius stared at the gift for a while longer. Longer than he would've done if anyone had been around to see it, but it was on in his mind on a loop. James got me a present. Eventually, Sirius had to open it. What if it was a joke gift? What if it was socks? Then he would've been standing here like a dumbarse for no reason.

He slid the ribbon aside and tore open the paper, then stared some more. Chocolates.

He tried to tell himself that that was a pretty generic gift, especially for a married couple, but it was his favourite flavour. White chocolate with cherries. That wasn't something James picked off the shelf at a guess. The Honeydukes in Hogsmeade didn't even carry this; they only had it at their location in Diagon Alley. James had gone out of his way to get these for Sirius. There was a bar and some truffles, both of which they carried, but there was also fudge in the same flavour and a lollipop. He'd had to ask for them special. That took time. How long had he been planning this?

And Sirius had never told him that these were his favourite, so how did he know? Regulus would sooner switch to Hufflepuff than he would talk to James, which meant that James had heard Sirius talk to Regulus about how Honeydukes had been out when he went to pick up his school supplies for the year and then was sad about it. That was ages ago-- in the summer. James had heard him mention it to someone else months ago, and he remembered it.

It left him even more speechless than before, somehow. James... liked him. That was the only explanation. Sirius had sort of thought that James was just playing nice this whole time, but he hadn't; he actually liked Sirius. Despite every reason not to. Bloody hell, how long had that been going on? Why would he like Sirius in the slightest after everything? It's not like Sirius had been the best roommate during summer, and now that they were at Hogwarts, Sirius didn't seek him out to talk. They had most of their classes together, and sure, they had to talk during meals a few times a week over whatever James's parents had sent them in the morning post. Yeah, Sirius snuck into his dormitory a couple times throughout the week so they could fool around, but... that didn't... oh fuck. He liked James too. When the hell did that happen? And how did he not notice until now?

Sirius was smug as he leaned back. He wiped at his face with the back of one hand-- really, why did sucking someone off have to be so messy?-- and crawled up to be beside him. "Thanks for the chocolates," he whispered, kissing James's cheek softly.

"Guh," James tried, then took a couple more breaths. "I think you sucked my brains out."

"Good," Sirius said, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

James didn't respond for a minute. His eyes looked sort of glazed over. "Not complaining," he said slowly, "but you could've just said thank you."

"Yeah," Sirius agreed. He laid his head down next to James's, on his side, and one leg curled over on him.

He felt James shift to glance at him. "Sorry. Give me a minute, and I can get you off."

"Don't worry about it."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"...You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"

James didn't say anything for a minute. "I don't mind it, but you're... not acting like you normally do."

"You mean how normally I run to the other side of the bed?"

"Yeah."

Sirius sighed. "I dunno. Felt like cuddling, is all."

"Does that mean you won't get mad at me if I put an arm around you?"

"Go for it."

James tentatively put his arm around Sirius, and when he didn't get poked in the side for it, he relaxed.

"You know what's weird? I think Sirius likes you now," Remus said. He had far too much surprise in his tone for James's liking.

"Yeah. He was really happy that I'd given him a present on his birthday, so I figured more presents would make him like me more." It wasn't his best idea, but Sirius seemed to like the attention. Of course, his thanks usually came in the form of mind-blowing sex, so that was nice too. Not to say that the sex was the only reason he kept getting Sirius gifts. They got closer. Sirius actually cuddled with him now. He liked the closeness. Being able to hold him was-- not to be melodramatic-- a dream come true. He didn't think it would stop if he stopped getting Sirius presents, but he really did like how thrilled Sirius was by it every single time. Now, would he prefer that Sirius liked him just for him? Of course. But he was going to take what he could get.

"So you've been buying him a whole bunch of gifts to make him like you?" Peter asked.

"Pretty much."

"What happened to winning him over with your charms?" Remus asked.

"Bugger off."

Remus, the unsympathetic arse, laughed. "Maybe you should get him a necklace so that he'll shag you."

James didn't say anything, but something in his face must've given him away because Peter said, "Woah, he's sleeping with you already? You must be over the bloody moon. I'm shocked you've kept your mouth shut about it. How long ago did it happen?"

"I'm not telling you pricks anything."

"A while, then," Remus guessed. Peter nodded in agreement.

"Bugger off," James said again, grabbing his bag. He'd go to the library to get his homework done since clearly he wasn't going to get it done in here tonight.

He opened the door and Remus called, "Why don't you order him a necklace and he'll go down on you!"

"Shut it!" James said, closing the door a bit harder than he'd meant. Things went from bad to worse when he turned and saw Sirius standing a few steps down, face close off. "Er." Shite. "It's not what it sounded like. Remus was just being an arse."

"I'm sure," he said tightly. He had his own bag slung over his shoulder, and one hand was raised, holding the strap in place. His sleeve had fallen down a little, making the bracelet on his wrist visible. James had bought it for him a week after his birthday. Sirius had liked it so much that he'd ridden James that night, holding him close the entire time.

"Sirius," James said desperately, "it- it really wasn't what it sounded like."

"Don't touch me," Sirius mumbled, slapping his hand away when it got too close. With a shaking hand, he took the bracelet off and slipped it into his pocket. When he looked at James again, he was glaring. "You don't talk to your friends about me. Not like that. Understand?"

"I wasn't. They said that it seemed like you like me now, and I said it was probably because of the presents."

"I fail to see how that helps you."

"I buy you presents because it makes you happy! They were making jokes about it- sodding, buying sex or summat, but that's not what it was."

Sirius gave a short, unconvinced hum. "You don't talk about our sex life with them. Not what we do, what we don't do, or how often. What leads up to it, or what we do afterwards. Got it?"

"I wasn't-!" James threw up his hands. "You know what? Fine. I promise. It's no bloody wonder you don't understand; it's not like you have friends."

Sirius didn't say anything. He didn't change his expression.

There was a little pulse of adrenaline with being such a complete and total tosser, and James clenched his jaw instead of apologising. He was pissed, okay? Sirius was accusing him of gossiping and talking shite about him to his mates, and then he didn't listen when James tried to tell him that he hadn't done anything of the sort. Sirius should trust him more.

When Sirius silently turned and walked down the stairs, that's what James told himself: he should trust me more.

For his part, Sirius was thinking that it would make Regulus's day if he told him that he could punch James. Since James would know exactly why it happened, it's not even like Regulus would have to dodge a return punch or anything. Pissed off as he was, though, he didn't want for James to get hurt. It would be satisfying for about two hours, and then he'd feel guilty. And instead of working through whatever the fuck was going on with James, he'd have to apologise. He wasn't in the mood to apologise, and he knew that he wouldn't be any time soon.

Sirius couldn't have been more surprised to see James if he tried. Because Sirius was in bed. In his own dormitory. And James was standing there awkwardly, surrounded by green like he'd sworn he would never do. "What the-?" There was noise as someone passed by the door, and Sirius yanked James onto his bed and closed the curtain. Absently, he cast a silencing spell, then turned to James. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Erm. Apologising," James said sheepishly. "In theory. You kind of look like you want to kick my arse, so I'm not sure I'll get it all out."

"You're apologising?" He'd kind of thought that James wouldn't. He'd make some sort of gesture, Sirius would stop being mad at him, and that was close enough. Even if he had thought James was going to apologise, he thought it would've taken more time. Not a couple hours.

"That was the intention."

Sirius blinked. "Alright." He leaned back, effecting casualness. He wondered if James had noticed that he'd put the bracelet back on. "Let's hear it."

"I'm sorry I said you don't have any friends. Regulus is your best mate, and it's not like you can really get along with the other people in Slytherin because they're all arseholes."

"You're an arsehole."

"Yeah, but I'm an arse in a way that's sometimes likeable. They keep... mocking you and calling you a girl. Say what you want about me, but at least I've never done that."

"The bar is really buggering low there, James."

"That's my point. The bar is low and none of them can reach it. So, y'know, I'm not actually judging you for not having friends."

"You're not very good at apologising."

James made a face. "Yeah. Sorry. I don't have a whole lot of practice."

"Stop telling me that I don't have any friends, for one."

"But... you don't."

"Yeah, but I already know that. That's not what I'm mad at you for."

"It isn't?" James asked.

"No." He'd thought it was pretty obvious what he was mad about. "Why do think I'm mad about that?"

"Because I said it to be mean?" James guessed.

Sirius blew out a breath. "Look. You... you said that you didn't... you know. Tell your mates anything, right?"

"I didn't tell them anything."

Sirius nodded slowly and swallowed past the lump in his throat. "People just- they always want to know, you know?"

"Er. I don't know, actually."

Sirius squirmed uncomfortably. "The me-being-a-bloke thing. They want to know every sodding detail. Who tops. If I left you touch me. If you go down on me. If I do it for you."

"That's fucked up."

"Yeah. And I get that we're married and you don't- love me or anything, but I want all of that to be private. I know it's normal locker room talk but-"

"No, I get it. Really, Sirius, I didn't say anything to them. They were teasing me about trying so hard to get you to like me, and... yeah."

Sirius wasn't entirely sure he believed that. "You're trying to get me to like you?" he asked instead.

"Well, yeah. I thought it was kind of obvious."

"It sort of was."

"Then why are you questioning me about it?" James asked. "You're a hard bloke to understand, you know that?"

"Comes with being so gorgeous."

"Does that mean I'm forgiven?" James asked hopefully. Merlin, he was so bloody cute.

Sirius blew out a breath. "It's in the works. I don't think your mates like me very much, though."

"What they don't like is that I talk about you all the time. They like you fine."

Sirius hummed. "Whatever." They'd have plenty of time to get used to each other.

James slid a small box across the table. It was a ring box-- that much was obvious. There was a small, professionally done bow tacked on top.

"What is this?" Sirius asked. Since the whole blow up they'd had with James's friends over presents, James had stopped. Because Sirius told him to and James agreed. This was not holding to that agreement.

"I know you said no more presents, but trust me, this one doesn't count."

"How does it not count?"

"Open it, and you'll see."

"If I don't see, does that mean I get to push your face in a bowl of pudding?"

James rolled his eyes. "Sure."

Satisfied with that answer, Sirius pulled the box towards himself and opened it. Then he blinked. "This is an engagement ring."

"Yeah."

Sirius looked up at him. "Why? You do realise we're already married, right?"

"Yeah but," James hesitated. Slowly, he reached his hand across the table. He hovered for a moment, then laid his hand down on Sirius's wrist. "I erm. I really care about you, Sirius. Even if we hadn't been forced into this... I'd still want to be married to you."

He couldn't breathe. The room felt four times smaller than it had a minute ago. Had it gotten hotter? He was pretty sure it had gotten warm in here because his palms were sweaty. Where James's fingers were circled around around his wrist felt like it was about to burn.

"I don't want to say that you feel the same way, but I think that maybe you don't mind me quite as much as when we started all this."

"I don't-" Sirius stuttered. He couldn't breathe. He closed the box.

James's face fell, but he smiled right after. He was smiling, but he looked more sad than Sirius had ever seen him before. "It's okay. I didn't think you'd accept, but I had to try." He pulled his hand back and grabbed the box, trying to take it.

Sirius clamped his fingers around it.

"Erm, Sirius?"

He took a deep breath-- maybe the key had been getting the ring out of sight.

James tugged on the ring box, and Sirius glared at him.

"Mine."

James's eyebrows went up. "Excuse me?" His grip went slack enough that Sirius could snatch the ring box out of reach.

"Mine," Sirius said again.

"I don't think you can say no to the proposal, and then keep the ring. I'm pretty sure that's not how that works."

Sirius doubled down on his glare. "I didn't say no."

"Saying nothing in the moment counted as an answer," James said, but mostly he looked confused. "And the answer was no."

"Then I'm taking that answer back and replacing it with a different one."

"And that different answer would be?" James was so buggering adorable. Sirius thought it was obvious that he was about to say yes, but James had an expression like he had no idea where this was going.

"It's a..." Sirius chickened out. "Sort of yes," he finished instead of the complete yes that he'd wanted to say. He wasn't ready for that. He hated it, but he wasn't ready. James was here, laying his heart on the line, and Sirius could barely meet him half way. He figured James would be okay with it though, considering how the rest of their relationship had gone. "I'm keeping the ring but I'm not wearing it yet."

"But you do want to wear it some day?" James asked slowly.

Sirius nodded.

James beamed like that made his entire damn week. "Okay. Yeah, no, that's- that's great. You can take as much time as you need."

Merlin, Sirius wanted to kiss him. So he did.

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Review: Peace Talks

First Read Through Reaction

Now staring off, knowing that the book was essentially part one of two did mean that I went in expecting that there would be plot lines that wouldn’t be resolved. I did NOT expect that nearly zero of the plot lines would be resolved, at all. Yikes. Now, I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy it. I did. But it felt like there were 50 to 60 pages missing that should have been in the story to at least wrap up minor plot lines before heading into ‘Battle Ground’.

Warning: Full of Spoilers

Such the arrival of the Outsiders those Cornerhounds. Um… Outsiders and at no point that Harry wonder why in the hell they were called to Chicago? Or why they were targeting him and Ebenezer. Seriously, unless the author totally forgot we know that Outsiders can only be called by mortals. So human wizards brought them. So was it someone in the ‘Black Council’ or was it the Formor, since we know from previous stories that they grab humans and mind-whammy them and also modify them. And we know that they’ve been pretty focused on grabbing minor practioners for a couple of years now.

Hell, even just knowing why Thomas attacked the svartalf King would have been good to know in the book even if we don’t find out who it was yet.

That being said lets start of with things I didn’t like.

Thing Which I Wasn’t All that Pleased About:

1. Butters in that threesome relationship.

Now, let me explain, it’s not because its a poly relationship. I don’t even twitch over how Justine and Thomas include others in the sexual part of their relationship. It’s because I kept wondering if Marci was even into dudes. As far as I knew she was only into girls. And now she’s suddenly bi?

What the hell?

I think my reaction has a lot to do with how skewed the sexual orientation gradient in shown among Named characters. You have straight men. Straight women. Bi women who are shown to be blatantly into men and women…and that’s it, now.

No lesbian women with zero interest in men. No bi men. No gay men. No asexual characters. No trans characters. No gender fluid people.

I know that this due to the author’s eye and while it hasn’t irritated me much in the past as we keep getting more and more books with more newly introduced characters the lack is becoming more and more glaring to me. Especially, as I have drifted into reading other series that manage to be way more inclusive about this sort of thing in great and amazing ways *sighs happily over Rivers of London series*. And I don’t just mean in passing with random nameless scenery people that never talk which have popped up in the Dresden Files but with actual characters that have names, dialogue and contribute to the series.

So it really, really annoys me that Marci went from being the only lesbian who is a named character to joining the horde of bi women in the DF verse.

Okay, so its not really a Butters issue to much as a grumble about the spectrum of gender and sexually needing better representation.

*grumbles* Step up your game, Butcher.

I will add that I’m head-canoning that actually the relationship here is Butters with Andi, Andi with Butter and Marci, and Marci with Andi. That pretty much with Butters running around being the new Knight Andi didn’t like how her boyfriend wasn’t paying attention and gave Butters the ultimatum of letting Marci in as Andi’s girlfriend or they broke up.

… yeah, I’m totally liking that spin way, way better.

2. That Marcone took forever to show up! ARGH! I love him ok.

Considering how early he was name dropped in the story the amount of time it took him to show up… Jim Butcher is a damn Marcone-tease. *glares hotly in author’s direction*

3. I don’t like it that Murphy is so hurt. I don’t hate it. I think I’m just uneasy about the future implications.

Having reread the entire series before reading ‘Peace Talks’ I fully expected some lingering injury but not to that level. I’m actually worried about her chances of surviving any upcoming battle, and not just in Battle Ground. There’s even more danger coming down the pipeline in future books and she won’t let herself stay ‘safe’ when she could be watching Harry’s back… so its a worrying problem.

Now if she died I have no doubt that her being recruited to be a Valkerie is an option. But then I remembered how those warrior women go out into the world with ‘clients’ and of the two we’ve seen they’ve been attached to ‘monsters’ aka Lara and Marcone.

Unless, the payment isn’t cash and she can be attached to Harry. *hums in thought*

But then I have to wonder how much Murphy would accept that role. She’s also a pretty devout Catholic as this book reminded us so that is also something that would make her say no to the offer.

4. That the younger Wardens who had so looked up to Harry being so damned suspicious… ow. That hurt. I may have teared up and sniffled into a tissue thinking about it. And then sobbed because so much of it came from Carlos… Carlos! The man went into the Deeps with Harry! Ouch.

5. Rudolph… that roach.

Ugh, I’ve had the disturbing thought that now that magic and the supernatural on the path to being exposed to all of humanity, scared humanity too, that will end up with a resurgence of a new Inquisition and the killing of anything eldritch. And you know that Rudolph would definitely be in it. *shudders in disgust* Creep.

BTW I totally don’t believe that Rudolph answers to Marcone. It doesn’t make sense as to why he was so pushy go get Harry during ‘Changes’. I had thought he was answering to the Red Court but with them being taken out of the picture… now I wonder if he isn’t answerable to the Black Council.

Things I Did Not Expect:

1. Damn… when Ebenezer sent that spell through Harry and ‘killing’ I was so shocked even though I was pretty sure there was a twist coming. Mostly because of what it says about Ebenezer.

Ebenezer actions killed Harry.

Sure it was a fake body that brought no harm to the real Harry. But if Harry hadn’t thought ahead? If he hadn’t used his brain to ask Molly to create a fake? Eb would have killed his own grandson.

Sure it was an accident but it could so easy have resulted in a dead Harry. I was crying so hard I wondered if my eyeballs were loosening in their sockets. Argh.

2. Bonea…. Harry your naming skills are simply weird. I’m so glad that Susan named Maggie.

Although Bonnie is a pretty great nickname.

Thinks I Found Utterly Hilarious

1. The line about the best offense being a T-Rex? Gold. Pure gold.

2. When Harry figured out there are angels in the hilt of the Swords of the Cross and Butter’s immediate reaction of horror because he’d accidentally laundered the hilt, giving it a ride in a washing machine.

OMG! I had the instant image of a miniature angel screaming and growing dizzy when going through the spin cycle.

I know that makes no sense but that’s where my mind went, okay.

3. The conjuritis. Omg, it’s so gross with all the ectoplasm leaking from Harry’s nose but it’s sooooo funny. Also the way he kept getting the ‘aren’t you too old for this’ from Ebenezer and then Lara made me giggle even harder.

Then I thought: dude, it’s like chicken pox, something you got as a kid but if you never had it you get it when exposed later in life. So one of his kids has it. Probably Maggie too.

4. When Sanya pretended to have his hand lopped off. I straightened up and was so worried Sanya had lost a hand. Then when I realized he was pretending to freak out Butters and Harry I admit to laughing way too hard. Got me too.’

Also there’s no way that Sanya was actually defeated there. He’s younger and better trained then Butters, I don’t care how light (Heh) the new sword is. He definitely threw that fight to test his hunch.

5. Murphy’s inability to handle being flirted on with a red-headed warrior woman. Sooooo funny. I mean, Murphy could have said a number of things such as ‘I’m exclusive.’ or ‘I’m not interested in women.’ But she just floundered. Heh heh.

6. I continue to find it completely hilarious that Lara, a couple of centuries old vampire, seems to keep learning a lot of power moves from Marcone.

Such as: having trained fighters that are NOT food, well… mostly. Having those mines installed in the walls. And now hiring a Valkerie of her very own.

I keep thinking, yeah, there’s no way she’d win in a fight against Marcone because there’ s no way that Marcone has let slip all of his tricks.

Things I Really, Really Liked:

1. Marcone. Everything Marcone. *heart-eyes*

And then he proves why he’s so damned scary by standing up to the Titan. Then to the ghouls. Then after proving his bad-ass quotient if off the charts he gets everyone organized to fight.

Yeeessss… It proves to me that when it comes to protecting Chicago he is actually the best person after Harry. Hell, in some ways he’s better than Harry. Now, I’m not saying he’s a white knight or anything like that. Just that he has the intelligence, the ruthlessness, the will, the power and the men to provide the most protection to the city’s mortal denizens. At least when there’s a war raging with multiple enemies who will be attacking at various points.

And oh, I can’t wait to see how he’s going to get revenge for the death of his people. Omg, he’s going to kill the Formor so hard. *goes starry eyed thinking about more Marcone*

But why did he have to appear so late in the book?! *wails in a heart-rending fashion*

There better be a ton more Marcone in the next book! *makes desperate gimme gimme hands*

No, I don’t have a Marcone addiction… I can stop anytime I want to. *sneaks off to mainline some “Even Hand” straight into the brain*

2. The return of Goodman Grey! Oh, I hope he’s around a lot! I’ve really grown to like him.

<b>Things Which Blew My Mind or Were Just Freaking Awesome: </b>

1. Dad!Harry is actually the most amazing Harry. Forget the magic flinging and the fire storms… this is the best Harry.

Just the way he takes care of his kids…. *turns to mush like ectoplasm*

2. Murphy and Harry are finally together! Yay! Yay! Hip hip hooray!

Now, I’m a rather shameless Marcone/Dresden fic writer, but as I never ever expect this to be canon I’m content to write it as fanfic for my own sense of delight. However when it comes to canon I’m full on board with the Karrin and Harry relationship. Be it friendship or romantic, I think its great.

3. Marcone… that is all.

Random Speculation

1. I find myself wondering about Ebenezer’s rage against vampires. And my brain muttered this theory: Maybe Harry’s grandmother was killed by White Court vampires.

Whoa.

It would explain the vitrolic rage.

And if Lara was involved it would also explain her flash of shame.

We don’t know anything about Harry’s grandmother, not even her name. So… that’s a thought.

2. River Shoulders teaching Harry.

Oh man, oh man, I hope Harry learns shape-shifting.

And thinking about it I had to wonder if the animal-shifting had anything to do with knowing the animal in question which of course made me think…

Harry should learn to shape-shift into a T-Rex.

He already knows how one is put together and the mind of one. And he knows that it’s possible to add extra mass to a shift from the Nevernever in the form of ectoplasm… so

Harrysarous Rex, baby…. I may have to write a fic with this premise.

3. Oh, if it’s possible to make a ectoplasmic body can Harry learn to make one for Bonea? After all Maggie would probably really enjoy getting to play with her little sister that way. Even if Harry can’t do it all the time and it wouldn’t last longer than a day. That would be delightful.

4. Okay, not this is more head-canon than speculation but… considering how hard Harry has been made to be analogous to Merlin I can’t help but wonder if Marcone is suppose to be Arthur’s analogue. So wielding Amorrachius *coughs*Excalibur*coughs* would make sense.

…it’s not just my Marcone-love talking dammit.

Speaking of Merlin, I’m convinced that he’s behind this whole ‘starborn’ thing. Seriously, otherwise its way too convenient that a wizard with that power is born every 666 years. It smacks of a spell.

And if that’s the case it also feeds into my pet theory that the whole reason we have Outsides at the Gates is because Merlin was the schmuck who drew them to our reality in the first place. And everything surrounding the war with the Outsiders are his attempts to try to fix what he broke.

*lost in pondering thoughts*

Things I Have Questions About

1. Did Harry forget he has The Ways Map from his mother? I would have thought he would have figured out a way (heh) to get to the island somehow. He was on it for so long I thought for sure he’d spend time exploring it. Also we knew from ‘Skin Game’ that even tiny factors can change where the Way goes in the Nevernever. I doubt the ENTIRE island has Ways that lead to a bad place. Especially for Harry now that he’s the Warden.

2. Also why didn’t Harry get Lea to help him? After all unless she’s moved it since ‘Changes’ her garden is still on the other side of the sub-basement.

3. What did Lara use that first favor from Mab on? *eyes her suspiciously*

4. Where are the Za Lord’s Guard? *wondering about what been happening with Lacuna and Toot-toot*

5. If Harry gets kicked out of the White Council (good riddance, since they haven’t exactly been all that helpful lately) can he get enough signatures to be added as a member of the Accords in his own right? After all being Warden of Demonreach has got to mean a lot to the older members.

Then he wouldn’t be reliant on Mab’s protection.

I can’t help but hope this proves to be the case, especially if in ‘Battle Ground’ Harry ends up taking down that Titan. Because he needs as much protection and influence he can gather if he’s no longer White Council to protect himself, his people and his kids. Especially if he eventually gets rid of that Winter Knight mantle like I hope he does.

6. How in the hell (pardon the pun) did evil demon Sasquatch survive being turned to mush by Hade’s Ice Gate? Or the shades that were part of the security system that almost got Harry?

*frowns* The only reason I can think of would be the coin of Ursiel being the factor. I doubt a Fallen Angel is allowed to stick around in the Greek realm of the afterlife.

7. WHERE IS BOB?! Seriously, if Butters doesn’t give him back...

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writing-of-a-british-bitch · 5 years ago

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The Fairy King- Chapter 6

Fandom: Queen/Borhap

Specified gender: Female

Pairing: Queen X reader/ To be determined, x reader

TW: blood, mentions of cuts, language

Genre: Fantasy. (Labyrinth AU)

Series: The Fairy King

Requests: CLOSED

Masterlist

A/N: And Brian is FINALLY in the story properly! Hope you guys enjoy this chapter!

Roger and (Y/N) watched the cleaners pass by the hole they'd made in the wall, eyes wide with fear and hearts pounding erratically against their chests. The duo exchanged a glance and Roger opened his mouth to speak but instantly snapped it shut again as he lifted himself to his feet, stepping over the girl. (Y/N) huffed. A thank you would have been nice, even a nod but no. With an aching shoulder, she stood up, watching then pixie mutter to himself, before finally jumping when he looked back at her.

“Ah-ha! This is what we need! A ladder. Follow me,” Roger stated, lightly pushing her to the side to get to the ladder that was hidden behind her. He began to climb, unfazed by the years of grime lingering on the wood.

“I can’t trust you! You were taking me back to the beginning!” (Y/N) hissed, folding her arms over her chest, watching as he continued to climb, almost as if he hadn’t heard her. But he’d heard her all too well. And for some peculiar reason, he felt a jab in his heart that she thought so little of him.

“No, I wasn’t. I told him that to throw him off track,” Roger shot back, glancing at her over his shoulder, still only half-way up the ladder.

“How can I trust anything you say?” She asked, her eyebrows raised sharply, trying to prompt an answer from the blonde. Roger let out an exaggerated sigh, before swinging his body backwards, his feet and one hand still balancing on the ladder as the other hand lay limply by his side.

“Let me put it this way: what choice do you have?” Roger nearly snapped, sick of her constant pushing, though, strangely, he found it the slightest bit endearing. (Y/N) contemplated his response for a second before her shoulders deflated in defeat.

“You’re right,” She exhaled, slowly beginning up to the ladder, grimacing at the dirt that had made it's home there. Roger rolled his eyes secretly before turning back to the ladder.

“See, you have to understand my position. I’m a coward and Freddie, or Mercury as most call him, scares me,” Roger reasoned, and (Y/N) looked up at him oddly.

“What kind of position is that?” (Y/N) questioned.

“No position at all. That’s my point. You wouldn’t be so brave if you’d ever seen the ogre territory. It’s… it’s… ugh,” He shivered.

“Is that all it is? Someone else’s territory?” She pushed, sounding unimpressed.

“If you step foot in ogre territory, and they catch you, you become a prisoner for the rest of your life. Or they’ll cook you up for dinner and eat you while you’re still alive and breathing,” Roger growled, starting to grow annoyed with her disregard of everything in this world “Ah, here we are then,” Roger pushed the hatch above his head until it fell onto the floor with a clank and climbing through the gap into a deeper part of the labyrinth. (Y/N) followed after him, jumping out. Her eyebrows furrowed at Roger.

“What?” Was he serious? She’d just saved him and this is as far as he could take her? She cursed herself for trusting a pixie. She should know from her books that pixies were never to be trusted. But, she’d always thought fairies were good creatures and… no. Roger fit the description of a pixie to a T. He was a deceiving, greedy liar.

“That’s it. I quit,” Roger shrugged once again and spun on his heel, walking away from her. (Y/N) lunged forwards and gripped his wrist in her hand.

“Wait a minute, Roger!”

“I said I’d take you as far as I could and I did,” Roger yanked his wrist from her hand with a small sneer. A part fo him felt guilty. But he couldn’t take her too far. Freddie would have his head.

“You cheat! You nasty little cheat!” She snarled, glaring at him. In response, Roger placed his hands on his hips.

“Now don’t try to embarrass me. I have no pride,” Roger brushed her words off quickly before he could allow them to pierce into his heart.

“Oh yeah?” (Y/N) suddenly reached forward and grabbed the bag of jewels she’d noticed earlier, climbing onto the pot they’d just climbed out of and holding the bag above Roger’s head.

“Hey, give them back! Give them back to me!” He exclaimed, jumping up to try and reach them, knowing he didn’t have it in him to push her down. She giggled at his animated movements and Roger practically felt his heart soar but he kept his lips pursed and he perched on his tiptoes. But despite his best efforts, he couldn’t reach them. (Y/N) smiled slyly and pointed towards the tower.

“So, there’s the tower. Which way should we try first?” Just as those words left her lips, a small groan escaped a hunched over old man who carefully stumbled along, heading towards a seat made of stone. That hadn’t been there before, she was sure of it. But the one thing she’d learnt here is that nothing made sense. And apparently, that was the only thing that made sense here. He was short in height and had gnarled fingers. His moustache was bushy, bordering on untamed, and reached down to his chest, mingling with his beard on its travels. A hat was balanced precariously on his head and took the shape of some sort of bird.

He slowly took a seat. Roger and (Y/N) exchanged a look before deciding to approach him.

“Excuse me, please, but can you help me?” (Y/N) inquired politely, folding her hands in front of her, watching as the old man's glazed eyes looked up to her and set into focus properly.

“Oh! A young girl,” He drawled, inspecting her swiftly before looking over to Roger “ And who’s this?”

“A friend,” (Y/N) didn’t notice the look of confusion and joy that crossed Roger face when he switched his gaze over to her.

“Oh. What can I do for you, my dear?” The old man asked and (Y/N) nearly leapt back when the bird on his hat opened its eyes and looked at the pair.

“I, uh, I have to get to the tower near the end of the labyrinth. Do you know the way?” She requested, hopefulness laced in her tone.

“You want to go to the tower? Well, sometimes the way forward is also the way back,” The old man advised, frowning when the bird on his head tutted.

“Will you listen to this crap?” It muttered sarcastically and even appeared freaked out, though (Y/N) knew he had to have seen weirder.

“Will you be quiet!” The old man snapped at his hat, which instantly quietened down, “Quite often, young lady, it seems like we’re not getting anywhere when in fact, we are,” (Y/N) sighed as his advised appeared to be just as useless as Roger’s word of loyalty.

“I’m not getting anywhere at the moment,” She replied, beyond tired and frustrated at her current predicament. The bird let out a humourless chuckle.

“Join the club!” When the bird and (Y/N) looked back to the old man, he was fast asleep, quiet snores emanating from his throat. “And I think that’s your lot. Please leave a contribution in the little box,” The bird extended the old mans hand, which held a little wooden box with a slit in the top. She reached for Roger’s bag of jewels but Roger snatched her wrist.

“Don’t you dare! They’re mine,” He seethed and (Y/N) rolled her eyes before placing the jewels back in her pocket. She glanced down and noticed the flimsy ring on her finger that her step-mom had given her when they first met. She slowly slid it off and placed it in the box.

“Gracias Senorita!” The hat chirped as (Y/N) and Roger turned around and began to walk further into the labyrinth, soon finding themselves in winding grassy lanes once again.

“Why did you say I was your friend?” Roger pondered out loud. (Y/N) looked to him like he’d just asked the most stupid question in all of history.

“Because you are. Sure, you’re not much of a friend, but you’re the only one I’ve got,” She answered, firmly, and for once, it didn’t sound like a strained lie.

“Friend, huh? I like that. I haven’t been no one’s friend before,” He smiled at her before a scream broke through the air causing the duo the tense. “Oh! Goodbye!” He began to run off before (Y/N) grabbed his arm.

“Are you my friend or not?” She snapped and he broke from her grip and shook his head.

“No! I’m not anybody’s friend! I look after myself like everyone else does!” Roger answered and sprinted off and out of her sight.

“Roger! You coward!!” (Y/N) called after him. Another scream drifted into the sky and her eyes turned towards the sound. “Well, I’m not afraid. Things aren’t always what they seem in this place.”

(Y/N) proceeded to follow the noise, and despite her declaration of no fear, she couldn’t prevent her hands from shaking. After twisting and turning through the labyrinth for a little while, she finally found the source of the noise. May was hung upside down from a tree, chains wrapped around him, pinning his arms to his side, and some of the guards (Y/N) had seen at the party previously were jabbing at him with sharp sticks. May was trying to shift against his binds, attempting to avoid the pain-inflicting objects, but the soldiers had him surrounded.

“Try this for size, you lanky hairball.”

“Some wizard you are, you can’t even get out of your chains!”

‘If only I had something to throw,’ (Y/N) thought and, as if the land had heard her, which she wouldn’t have been entirely surprised if it could, a stone rolled to her feet. Hesitantly, she picked it up and with all her might, she threw it, hitting it square in the back of one of the soldier's helmets. Silence fell upon the group and May’s eyes flitted to her fearfully, not only for himself but for her. The soldier that had been hit approached her, placing the end of the stick under her chin and pushing it up as high as it could go, which was an extremely uncomfortable position for the girl.

“The human girl. Shame we can’t lay a finger on you. Yet. Don’t cross us again, human or I might not be so understanding,” He threatened, before looking back to his men “ Move out. Leave her with the fluffball,” And just like that, the soldiers filtered out through a hole in the wall that instantly shut behind them. Without another second's hesitation, she ran to May, trying to find where his chains wrapped to dangle him upside down.

“What in the king's name are you doing?” May questioned curiously, eyeing her as she found where his chain was wrapped and began to untangle it from the branch. Before she could blink, May fell onto the ground, banging his head on the floor. “Shit! I’m so sorry, are you okay?” She yelped, extending a hand to pull him up. Cautiously, the curly-haired wizard grasped her hand and allowed her to help him to her feet. “And I heard your call and came to help you.”

“So, you’re not gonna hit me, or prod me with anything?” May’s head tilted slightly, making him look very puppy-like. (Y/N) narrowed he eyebrows in bewilderment.

“Of course not. Why would I ever do that?” She responded.

“Everyone else does,” May answered simply.

“Well, I’m not everyone else,” She gave him a reassuring smile and he smiled back, though it was the slightest bit awkward. Then his eyes turned worried as he looked over her form.

“You’re bleeding,” He said, concern lacing his voice. (Y/N) looked down and saw the graze on her knee had blood leaking down her leg and blood had seeped into her shirt near her shoulder.

“Oh, uh, I guess I am,” She mumbled, only then realising how much her shoulder and knee had begun to ache.

“Here,” May lightly ran his hand over her shoulder before kneeling and doing the same to her knee. The aching didn’t go away but the cuts had closed and her shorts and shirt and transformed into some old fashioned pants and a crisp white shirt with a black waistcoat laying over the top, and she was beyond grateful, though very lost on what had just happened. And thankfully, the weight in her pocket didn’t cease

“How did you-?”

“I’m a wizard, I guess,” May cut her off, bashfully running a hand through his curls. Slowly, and completely unsure of the consequences, she brought May into a hug.

“Thank you.”

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potter-puff007 · 5 years ago

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Summary: This is PART 2 for the last post I made I hope you all enjoy the ending of this one it definitely will be a twist.

When a new girl comes to Hogwarts from Beauxbatons. Harry and Ron are tempted by her beauty. Will the boys be able to control their selves and not lose Hermione and Ginny or will the power of this new girl ruin everything?

Madame Maxime and (Y/N) head to speak with Professor Dumbledore about the situation that is unfolding before them hoping he could help them. So as they approach Dumbledores office door the nervousness starts to set in as the door starts to open. Dumbledore is sitting in his big velvet covered chair. He turns around to look who’s standing before him in his office. As he sees Madame Maxime he stands up to bow before her and walks around to kiss her hand out of kindness. “Hello Madame Maxime to what do I owe the pleasure of your appearance at Hogwarts.” Said Dumbledore with a clear kind tone in his voice. “Oh Dumbly-Dore we have a situation here at ‘Ogwarts with one of my fellow students” Madame Maxime says with a tremble in her voice as she spake. “What seems to be the problem with your student I’m sure there is a simple fix for her problem” said Dumbledore with such a positive mindset. “Well she is a troubled student at our school and is on lockdown and somehow escaped and made it here and come in contact with a few of your gentlemen callers and she has a rare magic power that is very hard to control and with this power she is able to manipulate the male gender to do whatever she wishes and also make them fall in love with her just by speaking to her.” Madame Maxime says in complete worry and scarceness. “Oh this is definitely a predicament you have caused here (Y/N). Well how do you impose we fix this Madame Maxime” Dumbledore says not sure of what to do “well the only way we can fix this is if we do this spell that takes me and another powerful wizard as yourself to reverse the spell on them but to be able to do it it will reverse the spell in her by possibly killing her.” Madame Maxime says with sadness and upset in her voice. Wow this could kill me I don’t know about this Madame Maxime should we do this? “Well if you want to undo what you have done we have to it’s the only way” She says with her head falling to the floor slowly. Oh wow. “Well we will set to proceed with this spell as soon as tomorrow breaks and we will have to make sure we can exclude the students from class to get this done” says Dumbledore with urgency in his voice.

The next day has come and (Y/N) is very disheartened by the situation and the possibility that this spell could reverse her power by killing her. (That’s a hard pill to swallow) thinks (Y/N) as she slowly moves out of the shadows of her bed curtains. Madame Maxime knocks on her door awaiting for (Y/N) to answer. Hello Madame Maxime. “ ‘Ello (Y/N) are you ready to reverse the spell on the gentlemen you put it upon today” she said with sadness behind her words fearing the worst would happen. No not really but maybe it’s for the best. You both start walking down the stairs and out of the common room to the main hallway and you tell Madame Maxime to head on you will catch up to her soon you had a few more things you wanted to see before your possibly demise. So you go out to the courtyard looking at all the beautiful flowers and you see someone standing on the other side of the yard but you can’t make out who is there all you see is a dark shadow of a figure start to walk toward you. The figure starts to speak to you in Posseltongue and that’s when you knew they couldn’t be anyone from there or that you knew or did you? “Hello my dear, I see you have a problem facing you soon and I want to help you.” Said the shadowed figure with a low drawn out voice still unsure of who they are. Hello who are you and how can you help me? “I am someone you know that no one speaks of, the sound of my name causes others skin to crawl, the sound of my voice causes coldness to run down ones spine, and to look upon my face is to see pure terror.” Said the figure causing knots to form in your stomach. Show yourself to me “I cannot I am too weak to present my face I am only a mere shadow as you see now” the shadow says with a weaker sound to their voice like the more he talks the weaker he gets. Ok well how can you help me with this I don’t see what I shadow can do. “(Y/N) I can give you a life to keep and more” the figure says with power behind more. How do you know my name hence me not telling you? With confusion you look to the shadow closer and realize this is no mere human the figure standing before you is none other than the murderous Lord Voldemort!!!!! You are... are... lor.. lord.... Vol.. then he interrupts you. “Yes my dear I am the fearful Lord Voldemort and I can give you more than you Hearts desire if you only let me help you my way” he says with dominance. What does that entail? “I can spare your life and keep you here and your powers while still saving the boys if you will give in to my power and help me kill Harry Potter in the process.” He says with a sudden energy and pep in his voice as if he is excited about this feeling. Woah I cannot kill Harry Potter. “I do not want you to kill him for me I want you to kill him inside to weaken him so I can come in to finish him myself.” Says Voldemort with a snarky sounding laugh protruding from his lips. So how do I do that and what does this give me by doing it? “Simple I will give you more power than you could ever imagine and it will give you a new outlook on life and you will weaken Harry by enhancing your power on him more to weaken him down to give me a clear entrance to kill him easily.” With a scaly apparatus protruding from his robe to grab your hand in agreement. “This is will spare your life and if you do this for me I will bring you to be part of my allegiance” Ok I will do it. With happiness behind him he grabs your hand and sudden power energizes your body and you feel a sudden change in yourself and your mind. You have become more powerful and for the wrong reasons.

Madame Maxime comes looking for you and sees you in the courtyard hovering with a light gleaming from you and she comes out only to see Lord Voldemort and she freezes with fear and cannot move. As she stands there Voldemort strikes her and she come to and she goes after Voldemort and he flees from her. As you come back down to the ground, Madame Maxime is very startled and confused. “What just happened did he hurt you what did he do to you” she says with such fear and horror in her eyes. He has given me power I could never understand and I am going to use it for his prophecy. “No what has he done you need to listen to me this is not you he has changed you we have to save the boys and you know that’s the right thing to do” says Madame Maxime hoping to snap you back to her but it did not work. You start to hover down the hall your whole appearance has changed your hair is dingy and your clothes are tethered you have a dark glow around you that strikes anything in its path and a sudden paleness to your skin you never had before. This has taken over your soul and could take over much more.

You approach Harry and Ron and Harry already knows what is happening because he was able to read Voldemort’s mind to know his plan to use you to weaken him for him to finish him, but Harry was not going to back down. For some reason the power you had over him is gone now wonder how? “I am no longer under your spell (Y/N) you have lost my soul to your evilness once you turned evil and joined he who will not be named, the goodness you had left and was no longer controlling me you need to stop this, this not what you want just let go of the power (Y/N).” Harry tries to bring you down back to your normal reality and it starts to work and then a being shows itself to you and changes your mind. (Don’t let him get into your mind don’t let him ruin our plans you want to live your life and have the power to move the people who doubt you out of your way do what I requested of you) the dark shadow says this through your mind and gets full control of you. You start to blast Harry and he pulls back to you and you have a hard time weakening him he is much stronger than you thought. You start again when he’s caught off guard and it’s a stronger hit he starts to lose power and next thing you know Madame Maxime steps in and blocks you from Harry. In shock, you resist and Jump back for a Second. “Stop this at once (Y/N) you need to stop before you hurt anyone or hurt yourself this is not what you are about you can control yourself better than this please!!” Madame Maxime pleads to you begging you to turn your evil ways. I want to have power I want people to understand me like he does he understand my powers and understands I’m an outcast and cannot be normal without his help I have to do this.

Harry sees that you are not going to make this easy so he steps in again starts casting against you. Madame Maxime gets cast out and was hurt and once you see she is hurt you snap out of your trans for a minute to see if she is ok. Madame Maxime!! Please be ok I am so sorry I should have never done what I did. Madame Maxime did not answer you. No it can’t be Madame Maxime please answer me!!! “I’m sorry my dear but she is dead you killed her” said the shadowed figure coming out of the shadows to show hisself as Voldemort. Noooo she can’t be I am so sorry please bring her back. You say with tears in your eyes. “I cannot do that my dear unless someone sacrifices their life to do so and my dear the only one here that can do that is Harry Potter” said Voldemort with snarled look on his face. “Ok Tom let’s finish this now” said Harry with complete confidence and power you could tell he didn’t know he had. Once Voldemort starts coming toward Harry Dumbledore steps out and casts against Voldemort. They cast back and forth with a force that is unimaginable. You can tell Dumbledore is gettin weak and Harry tries to step in and cant so you take it into your own hands. When the cast breaks you fling in between as Voldemort’s casts the Killing curse and it hits you and you fall to the ground. “(Y/N) nooo what have you done” says Harry as he runs to your side seeing your life has been cut short. Dumbledore weakens Lord Voldemort and he flees before anything else can happen.

Dumbledore comes to Harry and Ron as they stand around you upset by what has just occurred. “Do not dwell on things that cannot be undone keep pushing forward and know that the memory of your fellow friend will always live on through her sacrifice” said Dumbledore with a weakened tone. As Harry and Ron ponder on what he said they look at each other. “Harry so much happens here that does not make sense, but you know something don’t ever let me get in a trans again it never ends well” said Ron as he chuckled with Harry trying lighten the mood. Ginny and Hermione come over concerned with what has happened and Harry And Ron explain everything as the walk down the courtyard.

I hope you all enjoyed the ending to this twisted tale of Harry Potter and the mystery enchantress. I dealt enjoyed writing this let me know what you thought about it and maybe I’ll write more!!

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crimsonrevolt · 7 years ago

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Congratulations Spencer you’ve been accepted to Crimson Revolt as Arthur Weasley ↳ please refer to our character checklist

We were absolutely thrilled to see your app in our inbox! Arthur is such a beloved character and your characterization left no doubt in our minds that this loving, curious, goofy but responsible guy is him. One of the things I especially loved about your app is that you talked about Arthur being a capable wizard but not desiring a promotion because he loved the action of his job. I like to think his passion for his work influenced his children to follow their passions rather than money as well. Welcome to the family! *your faceclaim change to Arthur Darvill has been accepted

application beneath the cut

OUT OF CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION

Hello there. I go by Spencer and I am twenty years old. I identify as genderqueer and I don’t have any preferred prnouns, because I answer to all. I am in the GMT +2 timezone, as I live in Belgium.

ACTIVITY

I think that I can manage a seven out of ten level of activity, but I am currently writing a bachelor thesis as well as doing a full-time intership, so sometimes my activity drops. Oh, and I have a long-distance relationship, so I do travel a lot.

HOW DID YOU FIND US?

I just looked through the ‘hp rp’ tag and found a promo post.

WHAT HARRY POTTER CHARACTER DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH MOST?

I don’t know if I identify with any of the characters in Harry Potter, but I like Severus the most. He is very complex and I guess I am too, on quite a lot of levels.

ANYTHING ELSE?

Nothing really, I didn’t find a password so I hope I didn’t read over it.

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER

Arthur Septimus Weasley

FACE CLAIM

Arthur Darvill

REASON FOR CHOSEN CHARACTER

Arthur Weasley is my favourite character to play, because his obsession with Muggles is very amusing to me. I think he is a very humerous character, which I can have fun with but he is more than that.

He is a good and honest man, who cares about doing the right thing. He cares about being a good husband and father. While he may not be able to give his family everything in the material sense, he provides them with what he can give: love, guidance, protection… and he will do everything for them. He is a very calm man, but when someone insults or threatens his family, he can get quite angry.

He is very good at charms, transfiguration as well as duelling. He can also apparate, and so he is a very skilled wizard. I love that a character that can be described as kind of goofy, also has

PREFERRED SHIPS // CHARACTER SEXUALITY // GENDER & PRONOUNS

Arthur Weasley, to me, is a cis-gender man who uses he/him/his pronouns. My Arthur is biromantic and heterosexual. I think that he could fall in love with a man, on a platonic level but I couldn’t see him have sex with a man or have a relationship with him that includes sex.

I think that Molly is the love of his life. I look forward to exploring their marriage and how they are as parents to little kids, because we’ve seen how they are as parents of teenagers, but I do wonder how they deal with toddlers, so that will be fun to explore.

CREATE ONE (OR MORE!) OF THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR CHARACTER:

Arthur weasley was born on the 6th of February, 1950 to septimus and cedrella weasley (née black). He has two brothers, and arthur is the middle child. He is a pure-blood wizard, but was never brought up with pureblood supremacy beliefs. His father was considered a blood-traitor and even encouraged his son’s interest in muggles, which he has had since a young age. He has always found it fascinating how they were so similar, so much less powerful and still were able to survive and find non-magical solutions to problems.

HWhen he was eleven, he went to ogwarts and was sorted into Gryffindor house. He was a capable wizard, especially good at charms, transfiguration and apparition. He was also very good at studying the history of magic and muggle studies. He’d go on to get N.E.W.T.s in five of subjects, adding to his favourite studies a N.E.W.T. in Study of Ancient Runes which he barely passed, but passed nonetheless.

HHe loved his time at ogwarts, though he never made head boy or anything of the sort. He wasn’t really that interested in being a prefect or a head boy. It just seemed like a lot of work and it didn’t seem fun either. He wasn’t very good at sports, so he never made it onto the quidditch team but he did go out to support them when they played.

He met Molly Prewett, a fellow Gryffindor during his time there and fell madly in love with the witch. They went out for midnight strolls and their love for each other blossomed. He adored every bit of her and it surprised no one that they got married when they graduated.

He had always wanted a big family and he was over the moon when his first son was born on the 29th of november, 1970. They named him William, but called him Billie for short.

A little over two years later, on the 12th of december, 1972 they had their second son. This time they named him Charles, though calling him Charlie from the moment he was born.

Percy Ignatius, their third son was born on august 22, 1976 and Arthur had been hoping for a long time for a third child. They had been trying for three years before Molly got pregnant.

Then there was a surprise. They found out that they were going to have twins and secretly, Arthur was hoping that he’d finally have a daughter. He wasn’t disappointed though, when they got two more little boys. The first one to be born they named Fred and his twin brother, they named George.

While arthur’s family was growing, he got a job at the Ministry but his position wasn’t very well paid. The Misuse of Muggle Artefacts office wasn’t seen as that important and so, he wasn’t paid much. It was hard to make ends meet with their large family, but they always managed and really, Arthur wasn’t that ambitious. He loved the action of his job, which he wouldn’t have as much if he rose in the ranks.

What is going on right now, with the war, is terrifying to him. He is constantly worrying about his wife and children. His family is seen as blood-traitors and unlike other pureblood families, they were poor. That was something that the other families looked down upon. He sympathised with the order, but he couldn’t join. He had a wife and children that depended on him, and they had to be his priority.

IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE

♔ If you were able to invent one spell, potion, or charm, what would it do, what would you use it for or how would you use it? Feel free to name it:

“A spell that soothes babies and small children would be great! We have babies and toddlers, and the amount of sleep we lose because they just want cuddles can be very tough. I love my children and I don’t mind giving them attention during the day, but in the evening and at night, I want to give my wife attention as well as sleep. So, yes, I’d love that kind of spell.”

♔ You have to venture deep into the Forbidden Forest one night. Pick one other character and one object (muggle or magical), besides your wand, that you’d want with you:

“I would not take Molly, even though she’d probably be mad about that. Putting her in danger is the last thing I’d do. I think I would take Alastor, I think. He is a great wizard, so I’d feel quite safe with him around. As for an object, I think I might go for a firearm. You never know what you encounter in there and I do want to test them out, to see if they’re effective in the Wizarding World. Oh, not that I’d go in the forbidden forrest to kill, I’d avoid it but again, who knows what might attack me in there!”

♔ What kinds of decisions are the most difficult for you to make?

“Decisions regarding punishments for the kids. I mean, I generally don’t like to be too hard on our boys, because I want them to look back upon their childhood as happy and that they felt loved. I am not trying to say that my wife isn’t loving towards the kids, we just don’t always agree and that is alright. I guess we balance each other out.”

♔ What is one thing you would never want said about you?

“I think that it would be horrible if someone called me a lousy father or a lousy husband, because to me, being there for my family is the most important thing there is. Bill, Charles, Percy, Fred and George along with Molly are my priorities in life and if people preceived that I was not good to them, that would honestly hurt me to my core.”

REACTION TO LAST EVENT DROP

Arthur was shocked by what transpired. He faught against the Death Eaters, to protect Bagnold and the Ministery, but failed. He felt terrible about it and for a few days, he felt hopeless and leaned on his wife to make him feel a little better. Though, when Bagnold made it clear that even though Rodolphus was now in charge or the Ministry, she wasn’t defeated yet and that battle cry made Arthur feel like not everything was lost - not yet.

He now helps Molly by looking after the children as much as he can, while she cares for the wounded together with Hestia and Greta. He doesn’t know what to do about his job though. He is a pure-blood and he could keep on working for the Ministery but the thought of working under Rodolphus and essentially Voldemort makes him sick. His family needs the money though, so right now, he has taken a temporary leave to figure out what to do about that.

WRITING SAMPLE

Arthur sighed as he was walking along Diagon Ally. He had to go buy shoes for the children and he was already counting in his head how much he could spend on that. It wasn’t much, he decided and sighed softly. Ron wasn’t walking yet, so he was in the pushchair and he didn’t need shoes yet - luckily - but the twins’ feet had grown and he could see that their shoes were uncomfortable. That just wouldn’t do.

Fred and George, who were two, were very excited that they could run as all toddlers were and tried to escape at any given moment. Arthur’d charged Percy and Billie to hold their hands, one getting a toddler each and to try and keep them in line, though it wasn’t as smooth sailing as he’d hoped. Charlie, who was only four, had been told to hold onto the pushchair and luckily he did. Yes, they all looked a bit messy, the children were loud and sort of tugging at each other but overall, he was pleased. This was going quite well, he decided.

That was until Fred and George both made an escape and toddled away, surprisingly quickly. “Fred! George!” he yelled, “Boys don’t run after them.” he said, not wanting to lose more children. “Someone stop the ginger toddlers!” he yelled out, not sure what to do. He couldn’t just leave his other children behind. He looked around for help, not sure if anyone would come to hid aid.

#Accepted App #arthur weasley #hp rp #literate rp #arthur darvill fc

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Almost A Thousand Years - Battle Royal | Hisirdoux Casperan

Word Count: 2,975

Warnings: (Y/N) is traumatized, but you knew that already

A/N: IT’S B A C K, SHE’S HOME

You were very pleased to finally get a nap.

It took a few minutes of answering questions, and by the end of it you’d basically told Claire and Steve every secret you’d ever had, but it was worth it. You’d answer all of their questions and a million more if it meant you got to take another nap in the corner of Douxie’s room.

Waking up to general panic, however, was not as good.

“Morgana’s alive and coming for us!”

You sat up just in time to see Morgana’s hand reach through a shadow portal, only for Claire to shut the thing before any real damage could be done.

“Well… that’s not good,”

“Douxie, what do we do?”

Your wizard turned to face you, then Claire, then the empty space where the portal had been.

“Merlin?”

You nodded, “Yeah, Merlin,”

It took you less than a minute to wake up from your nap, and five minutes to get to Merlin’s workshop. After that, it only took you an eternity to convince him that Morgana had really returned.

“I swear, Morgana’s not dead!”

“Rubbish,”

“It’s true, master. She saw her in the shadow realm, which is great for saving history,”

“But she’s coming to attack the kingdom any second!”

“Which is less great,”

“We are all in grave danger,”

“And what were you doing in the shadow realm, hmm? Its dark mirrors trick you, sozzle your mind. Morgana is dead, and no magic can change that. I haven’t time to chase ghosts. We have more immediate threats,”

Typical Merlin, unwilling to listen to anyone except Arthur. But something he said struck a chord with you. No magic could bring Morgana back, at least no magic Merlin knew of. You, however, had some experience with a different kind of magic, one that had some alarming potential.

“Morgana is a threat!”

“Listen well, girl, even if she had cheated death, we don’t stand a chance if Gunmar attacks before I finish the amulet,”

Past Douxie kicked down the door. He was talking, they all were, but you were very lost in thought. The Arcane Order had mentioned something about being older than the stars, and that meant they were round now. If their magic could possess you, and create the green knight, then-

“I know you think we’re just a bunch of dumb teens, but we have to defend Camelot from disaster,”

“Hey, guys? What if we’re thinking of the wrong disaster,”

You had Douxie and Claire’s attention, but not Merlin’s. What else is new.

“Think about it. Morgana had to be brought back by extremely powerful magic. Maybe Gandalf over here can’t think of anything that could do that, but I think I have a good idea of we might be facing,”

Your wizard and the sorceress watched you with anticipation, but Merlin had no time for this. With a wave of his hand, half-masks appeared, covering the bottom of your face. The same thing happened to Claire and Douxie.

“Silence!”

“Wizard got your tongues?”

You couldn’t speak, but with the limited knowledge of morse code that you’d picked up in the wars, you told Archie that you would fight him in a Denny’s parking lot whenever the opportunity arose.

“If you truly believe the kingdom’s in danger, then go protect it… outside. I’ve an amulet to finish,”

Green magic surrounded you, lifting you, Douxie, Claire and Archie out the door and away from Merlin.

As much as you hated being silenced, it was kind of fun to watch Douxie struggle to remove the masks. It took a few minutes for the green magic surrounding you and Claire to turn blue, and when it did, you were thankful enough to help your wizard with his gag.

“No sign of Morgana anywhere,”

“Nothing but unwashed plebeians stuffing their faces, eh, Steve?”

If you looked into the crowd, you could see Steve, an unwashed plebeian, stuffing his face.

You turned your attention from the teenager, who was now running towards your small group, to watch Arthur give his little speech. To be honest, you weren’t actually that focused on what the king was saying. In fact, you had zoned right out until he mentioned Bular.

At the king’s command, the troll was brought out into the shadows where the public could see him. The Gumm-Gumm prince roared, and you heard screams echo out through the crowd, one of which came from Steve.

You, on the other hand, didn’t scream. Instead, you took a few steps back, clenching your jaw and your fists. Seeing the face of the troll who had stalked you for a century, gotten you tortured, and tried to kill you and your friends was not something you’d been looking forward to.

Douxie noticed your discomfort and grabbed your hand, “You alright, love?”

“Not really, no,”

Your wizard looked around, forming a plan, “Ok, guys, come this way,”

You followed his lead and found yourself in a shaded alleyway discussing the plan. It wasn’t much, but it was way better than being anywhere near Bular.

“Right, we know Arthur’s the main target. I’ll draw stasis traps around the perimeter, put up defensive wards-” Steve cut him off, not with words, but with food, “I forgot how good these tasted. The ones in the future aren’t the same,”

You may have been viscerally upset by the fact that the Gumm-Gumm prince was anywhere near you, but you weren’t heartless. The sight of your boyfriend enjoying a part of his old home brought a smile to your face. Claire, however, had no time for this.

“Guys, this is Morgana we’re talking about. We can’t just wait for her to slice our throats,”

“Why not?”

“Well, I don’t know about you, Steve, but I’d rather not die horribly this week,”

“She’ll find a way in, she’s not just powerful,”

Archie flew down, perching on your shoulder in his dragon form, “No sign of any sorceresses, but then again, all you humans do look the same,”

“She is crafty. She’ll try to infiltrate the tournament,” your gang, minus Steve, started to walk down the street, “We have to go on the offensive, root the witch out,”

“You do that. We’ll secure the castle,”

Claire looked between you and the wizard. You gave her a nod, Douxie gave her a high-five, and the three of you ran off, Archie flying behind you.

You wanted to avoid Bular as much as possible, so you followed your wizard, placing your own protective warding around his. It didn’t take too long for your mood to improve greatly. Spending time with your loved ones just kinda does that sometimes.

“And there. The king’s chambers and Merlin’s tower, completely warded. No evil sorceress getting in now, eh?”

“Oh, you’ve done it alright. Overdone it,”

You cringed as a bypasser found himself trapped in one of Douxie’s sigils, and you walked over with him to free the poor dude.

“Well, at least the castle’s safe,”

“As safe as it can be when an evil sorceress is breathing down your neck,” you crossed your arms, looking around at your work, “I really hope we never have to use these,”

Douxie wrapped an arm around your waist and placed a hand on the side of your face, turning you to look at him, “You never know, love, but whatever comes next, I promise I will keep you safe. I won’t let anyone, Arcane Order included, hurt you again,” the emotion in his voice almost surprised you.

You knew that what the Order did to you had caused damage, both physical and mental, but you’d never really realized that had done the same to him. Obviously, you were worse off, but you just now realized just how much guilt Douxie felt over this, and it made you feel a lot worse. You already knew that he would blame himself and that it would just add to the guilt he already felt about messing up time (which was not his fault), but you had miscalculated just how much remorse the man you loved would feel.

You didn’t say anything. How could you say or do anything other than pull him towards you and bury your face in his chest?

“Thank you, Douxie,” you looked up into his hazel eyes, “And uh, just in case you were wondering, I’ve got your back also,”

He smiled, letting out a small laugh, “I know. Thank you, darling,”

“Ay, no need to thank me,” you said, a lazy grin on your face as you kissed your wizard.

Your hands moved from his back to rest on his neck. Maybe it wasn’t the most romantic thought, but you were really glad that you weren’t driven to strangle him. You broke the kiss, still grinning. He turned his face, taking one of your hands and kissing it.

“I love you,” his words were a little muffled by your hand, but that didn’t take away any of the meaning.

If possible, your smile got bigger, “I love you too,”

Externally, everything was quiet and peaceful, but internally, you were screaming and thinking, “Fuckin finally!” over and over again.

This might have been a bad idea for a future you, but screw it. You’d been waiting for this for long enough, and the same went for Douxie. You had been through a lot in the past few decades, and you both deserved a goddamn break, and to spend some time with each other.

But clearly, the universe did not agree.

“OI, the king summons you!” oh wow, and it was Gallahad specifically ruining the moment, which is, what, the second time he’s done that? He grabbed your boyfriend and shook him around a little before continuing, “Come with me at once!”

“What-”

You and Archie shared a glance of mutual confusion before following the knight and the wizard.

“We have reached the time that’s not the beginning, but not the end! A half-time, if you will. Enjoy this match of misfits, my lord!”

“Ugh, I thought the king was in danger, not looking to use my friend as a sideshow,”

“Well, that’s Camelot for you,”

While the crowd watched Archie burn a gnome to a crisp, you watched Bular, who sat looking extremely bored, in his corner. Technically speaking, he hadn’t sent spies after you, ordered your torture, or tried to kill your friends yet, but you knew he would one day, and that was enough to set you on edge.

Douxie slipped a hand into yours, squeezing it reassuringly, and you smiled. You may have been a ball of nerves and edges at that moment, but you still had a heart.

“Now, the formidable Knight of Skulls and his challenger, Sir Clairee of the House of Nuñez!”

Now, you were always down for a good scheme, but this was a little too unexpected. Your jaw dropped as you watched Claire enter the field dressed in her purple armour. Without a second thought, both you and Douxie had thrown yourselves over the stand you’d been in to get closer to the girl.

“What is she doing?”

“I think she’s Mulan-ing it,”

Whatever the hell Claire was doing, she did it with style, fighting with grace and elegance in a swirl of purple and black. She was doing well until her opponent grabbed Steve’s drink and threw it in her face. The girl fell back and the Knight of Skulls raised his axe above her head. With no other option, Claire used her magic to throw the guy against the wall.

“Sorcery? That is forbidden!”

“Yeah, but you have to admit it’s pretty epic,”

Claire didn’t give a shit about what Arthur had to say, something you respected. The girl got straight to business interrogating the fallen knight. You didn’t know why she was doing it, but you assumed she had reasons.

Or you did until she flipped the guy’s helmet off revealing a very confused red-haired dude.

Lancelot and another guard grabbed Claire, removing her helmet and revealing that she was, in fact, a woman. This mattered to no one. What did matter, was that she had used magic.

“The witch is disqualified!”

“You both fight with no honour! Begone!”

“Well, that isn’t the worst thing that could have happened,”

“Hail, Morgana!”

“But that is!”

A man with a green glowing blade appeared behind Arthur, prepared to stab him. Before he had the chance, Claire portaled the assassin out onto the field where he transformed into a troll.

“Oop, changeling,” you muttered, earning a half-smile from Douxie.

The creature laughed as it drew more green knives, one for each of his four hands. Lovely.

“Yep, changeling. Protect the king!” Douxie yelled as said changeling threw two knives. The blades hit their marks, turning two guards to stone.

The situation somehow got worse as the king entered the fray, jumping in front of the creature. The changeling, however, did not attack the king, instead, he elected to make your worst nightmares come true.

“Run free, Gumm-Gumm prince,”

“At last!”

“(Y/N), run,” Douxie said before he, too, threw himself right into danger.

As Bular pounced on the king, Douxie created a shield around himself and Arthur. Upon impact, the sphere-shaped defence rolled away and out of the courtyard. Bular wasted no time going after them, not even giving you a second glance. You supposed you should be relieved, but you could feel the hits Douxie was taking, and suddenly relief was out of the question.

You went to follow the king and your wizard when the kingdom exploded. You braced yourself for a moment before continuing on your course. Bombs or not, you were going to protect your wizard. And also the king. That was probably important.

You made it out of the yard just in time to see Bular jump through the flames and over the now crumbling walls of Camelot to his freedom. Cool, dope, the threat to your life was gone. Now all that was left was the threat to Arthur’s life.

Speaking of, you darted in front of the king, creating a shield just as the changeling attacked. It bounced off the force-field you’d created, giving you enough time to draw your sword. Your friends and Lancelot stood tall, protecting the king, weapons at the ready. It probably looked awesome, but you couldn’t tell. Fortunately for you, I can tell, and it did look awesome.

“Stay back!”

The creature growled, “Fools, I’ve already won!”

Your eyes widened as you watched explosions surround the castle, each one contained in a force-field of its own.

“Merlin’s tower!”

“Good call with the defences, guys!”

“Yeah, but they won’t last long,”

“Oh no, Douxie,” Archie warned, flying towards you.

“What?”

“The other Douxie! With the man-bun, in the tower?”

“fUCK!”

“Ohhhhh fUZZBUCKETS!”

You, Douxie and Claire bolted to the castle, but your speed did not stop your snark, “Still not gonna say it?”

“Be patient, love!”

By the time you got to the castle, green smoke was everywhere. True, it was surrounded by shields, but that didn’t make it any less horrifying.

Douxie was equally horrified, if not more so. This was his home once, and watching it go up in flames was not a pleasant experience. It also put the thought of Claire, or worse, you going up in flames into his head, and that made him feel sick.

“(Y/N), Claire, stay here, help the civilians,”

“Are you kidding!?”

“Douxie, we can help!”

You looked around. The civilians were, in fact, in need of help, and as much as you wanted to help your friends, the people needed you more. But that didn’t mean Claire had to stick with you. She was good in a fight, and you were more of a doctor. It just made sense for them to do this.

“Ok, you guys go, I’ll stay,”

“(Y/N)-”

You cut off Claire’s protests, “Ah, ah, no, we don’t have time for this, just-” you took a second to kiss Douxie, because you did have time for that, “Come back to me, ok?”

They both nodded, and you ran off in separate directions.

Healing calmed you. Sure, you could fight and whatever else, but healing was your passion. You hadn’t studied medicine for centuries for nothing. Taking on your role as a doctor cleared your mind. You were able to direct people to the safest places, protecting them from falling debris and fixing whatever wounds they had.

Then there was another explosion and your mind went fuzzy again. You didn’t feel any pain, so Douxie was probably fine, but you were still concerned. You ran back to where you’d left Steve and the knights, just in time to see the kid get himself knighted.

Everyone was alive, thank god, and they all appeared to be in decent condition, except for past Douxie who was passed out in a barrel.

“Do you have an explanation for that, or should I just assume you’re trying to give your past self head trauma?”

Douxie just laughed, and you hugged him, sticking with the head trauma theory because no other answer had been provided.

You relaxed into his hold, returning the hug, “Hey, can you do me a favour and never run into an exploding building again, please? Thank you,”

“I don’t plan on it, love,”

You smirked a little as you pulled away from his embrace, your hands remaining intertwined, “Good, would be worried if you did,”

Douxie laughed again, slinging an arm around your shoulders as you went to check on Claire and Steve.

It was just then that Merlin finally fucking noticed that his two apprentices were getting along. Even the old wizard had to admit, it was nice seeing you two not trying to murder each other. It really looked like that binding spell paid off.

A win for team Merlin.

#hisirdoux x reader #hisirdoux casperan x reader #douxie x reader #douxie imagine #hisirdoux imagine #almost a thousand years #aaty #hisirdoux #hisirdoux casperan #douxie #toa douxie #toa hisirdoux #fluff #angst

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xxbyimm · 7 years ago

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Enya’s Unexpected Journey - Chapter 8

For all other chapters, click the number: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Chapter 8

Summary: Enya tries to be a perfect lady and learns a great deal about her kin. They run into Radagast the Brown. Who knew bunnies were so cute?

Another day in the wild. Enya woke up in a particular grumpy mood and could not determine why. Her abdomen was upset and she felt a tantrum brewing inside her, one of which the likes this company had not seen yet. There were valid reasons enough for that, she smirked. But her whole body felt bloated and her stomach hurted. What was wrong with her?

Oh no. A daunting thought appeared in her mind and hit her like a lightning bolt. 'Of course, you idiot!' She muttered. There was that little problem with her birth control pill, which laid neatly on her night stand. At home. Where she could not reach it. Enya sighed. This was perfect. Her body decided that it was time to set loose all the hormones her pill had controled for years. Enya watched the dwarves as they packed their stuff and prepared themselves to leave. Oh hell no. She could not leave before she took care of her "situation". She quickly got on her feet and rummaged through her traveling bag. She hoped she had carried her running shirt with her. When she could not find it, she turned over her bag and all her belongings rolled over the forest soil. 'Hey! You are supposed to pack, not unpack!' Said Bofur. 'I know.' Grumbled Enya. 'I was searching for something.' 'Ah!' She let out a relieved sigh when she found that bright shiny green piece of cloth. Extra absorbant. She hoped it would do just as good a job in absorbing other body fluids as it did with sweat... 'What is that? What do you need that for?' Bofur asked while he snatched her shirt away from her. 'Can you give me that back please?' She asked politely. Bofur grinned. Enya watched him while she packed her bag again. She did not want any other curious dwarves going through her most precious belongings. 'Bofur?' She tilted her head in an attempt to get her shirt back, but it had no effect. 'I have found it.' Said Bofur. 'And that means I can keep it." 'You don't even know what it is!' Enya said. 'No.' Admitted Bofur. 'But I like the color.' 'And I happen to need it' grumbled Enya. 'So give it back' Bofur watched her as she walked to him. Allright, if she could not persuade him to give it back, she had to come up with another strategy. She wanted to try her best to be the perfect mannered lady, but even those ambitions had its limits. And fearing the daunting idea that she would have to miss the only option of a pad, was on of them. If he wanted to play dirty, she would play along. Enya smiled at Bofur and in the blink of an eye she snatched the tobacco pouch, that was hanging around his neck, from its place. 'Oh!' She purred. 'Look what I have found!' 'Hey! Give that back!' Bofur demanded. Enya did her best to look innocent. 'But I found it! And you told me, that accordding to the dwarf laws, I am allowed to keep it!' 'Allright miss.' Bofur laughed. 'We're even. Now give it back.' Enya narrowed her eyes. 'I want my shirt back first.' Bofure sighed. 'You are learning, aren't you?' Enya didn't answer and held up her hand. Carefully, Bofur placed her shirt back in her hands. Enya took a few steps backwards. 'I want my pouch back!' 'I will keep it as a down payment until I am sure my shirt is safe!' Enya said. 'You witch' muttered Bofur. 'You will get it back' teased Enya. Bofur folded his arms and looked angrily at her. 'You know,' Enya told him before she disappeared in the forest. 'Patience is a virtue!'

When Enya joined the -now ready to leave- company, she felt much better. Sure, she had to shred her shirt into pieces, but on the bright side, she now had a few re-usable ladies pads. She wondered how other women in middle earth were coping with this problem. No doubt the majority of them was forced to stay at home. She sighed and giggled when she saw Bofur standing before her. 'My tobacco pouch?' Bofur tried. Enya took it from her traveling bag and handed it over. 'Next time you steal something from me, you won't get it back' Enya said. She followed the dwarves as they started to continue their journey into the wild.

A few days later Enya was caught up in her thoughts, which resulted in being on of the last of the company in the back of the group.

'What is on your mind miss?' She startled when Balin appeared next to her. Balin never traveled in the back of the group. He always seemed to be around Thorin in the front, determining the way and giving him advice on subjects she only could imagine. Since their little rendez-vous a few days ago, she avoided Thorin like the plague, which meant she hadn't talked to Balin for a few days too. Her heart lit up when she imaged Thorin sending Balin towards her to check how she was doing. NO! She corrected herself. He made clear to her she was an uncivilized human being. He had no interest in her whatsoever. Besides, he had more important matters to worry about. She should be thinking about other more irrelevant matters, like the fact that her period was finally at its end. 'I'm pleased to see you, Balin!' Enya smiled. 'I was just thinking about dwarf habits and social rules... and how little I know about those. It makes me feel... uncivilized sometimes.' Balin grinned. 'The social norms we use are not that complicated.' 'Why is it I never have heard of women in your kin? -Erm, I mean, I apologize if I'm too bold, but I don't know who else I could ask.' 'It's fine miss. I won't judge you for wanting to fit in' answered Balin. Enya shrugged. Was it that obvious? 'There are more dwarvish men than women' Balin said. 'Our women prefer to stay at home to do their duties. They won't travel, unless they are in great need.' Enya frowned. 'That sounds pretty medieval to me.' When she saw Balin staring at her, she laughed. 'I'm sorry. I meant that in my world, women and men are equal. Well, we pretend to be anyway. We won't let ourselves be contrained by the roles we were given because of our gender.' 'But what is wrong with staying home and doing your duties there?' Balin asked, obviously perplexed. 'It doesn't mean out women are less valued then the men... That is a far cry from the truth!' 'No, I did not mean it is wrong to do so. I just... in my world it doesn't work that way.' Balin smiled. 'I see' Enya sighed. 'I am so sorry Balin! It is hard for me to adjust to these standards.' Balin shook his head. 'No hardship, miss' 'No, really, I mean it!' Enya stated. 'I beg you, can you teach me more about my kin?' Balin beamed, very pleased with the fact that Enya acknowleged her ancestry. 'I will tell you everything I know, miss Enya.'

Along the next couple of days, Enya learned a great deal about dwarves. During the day, she harrassed poor Balin with all kinds of questions about culture, language, social norms and sometimes even courtship. She learned dwarves were monogamous and a large amount of their kin would never take a wife. When Enya asked why, Balin simply stated that most of them were too busy with their crafts. At night, Balin told her about the history of their kin. Often Enya found herself completely mezmorized by the heroïc tales of their ancestors. She learned about the story behind their quest, the destruction of Erebor and the meeting with the much hated pale white orc. Fíli and Kíli sat often with her and enjoyed the tales as much as she did. The first few days after their little stunt had been very awkward. Thorin had made them apologize to her and continued to ignore all three of them. Because they were all victims of his wrath, they lingered together in the back of the group. She quickly became attached to them and they treated her as one of their accomplishes. But when they listened to Balin in silence, Thorin often watched them from a distance, his attractive face unreadable. During these moments, Enya sometimes caught his gaze but his face never lit up.

They were tracking in a particularly rocky area, when Thorin suddenly stopt the group. His face said it all: someone was approaching their group in high speed. They heard branches snapping and the trees were rushing as someone passed them. Enya heard little paws running. Suddenly, a wooden sleigh appeared from the forest. It was pulled forward by ten overly sized rabbits. Enya's first reflex was to pick one of them up and sqeeze them tight to her chest, but she was distracted by the man that was on the sleigh. He seemed an odd fellow, with dark brown hair and an impressive beard. He was screaming. 'THIEVES! MURDER!' 'Radagast!' Gandalf looked very relieved and everyone lowered their weapons when they realized this man could never be a thread to them. Radagast the Brown... 'He is the wizards who keeps a watchful eye in the east, right?' Enya whispered at Bombur. Bombur just nodded. Gandalf and Radagast trailed off, obviously to discuss a pressing matter. The members of the company made themselves comfortable while they waited. Enya lowered herself and sat right next to where the rabbits were grazing. 'Hi there' she said in a soft tone. The biggest one looked up and sniffed at her hand. 'May I pet you?' She asked. It didn't provide her with an answer, so she carefully raised her hand and started to stroke it gently. The rabbit gave her its consent and pushed its head in the palm of her hand. Enya giggled. She knew this sign all too well. She could proceed. 'What are you doing?' Dwalin scoffed. 'I am giving them some love.' Enya answered. 'They are gentle creatures and deserve your respect.' Dwalin smirked and walked away. Enya sighed and went on with petting every furry member of the little pack. By the time she was finished, Gandalf and Radagast had returned. 'They normally won't allow strangers to approach them' the wizard said, clearly puzzled. Enya wanted to answer that she knew her way around animals, but the look on his face told her he would not he impressed by such a response. Radagast regarded her with curiousity and gently touched her handpalms. 'She is indeed strong, Gandalf. The powers of nature are flowing through her.' 'Fire, ice. The agressive forces' Gandalf nodded. Radagast turned to Enya. 'Try to be one with mother nature. Find peace, balance. If you do, the more subtle forces will flow through you as well.' When Enya shot him a confused glance, he said: 'Water, air. Maybe even earth. When you master those elements, you are able to control the most powerful source nature posesses.' Enya instantly knew the answer. 'Lightning and thunder.' Radagast nodded. 'But why am I called a fire witch then?' She asked. 'Because that matches your temperament. You are fierce. To stay in balance, you must let all their energies flow through you.' It was Gandalf who answered. 'I could take her, to guide her-' Radagast mused, but Thorin broke into the conversation. 'We need her.' He said in a low, authoritative voice. Enya shot him a confused glance. Would they? She was still exploring the bounderies of her powers, which sometimes made her a bit unstable. Also, her fighting skills were no match to any of them.

They all shook up when they heard a wolf howling. Enya wondered if it was one, because it sounded a bit off. 'Is that a wolf?' Bilbo asked. 'No. This is a warg scout.' Dwalin cursed. 'Which means an orc pack is not far behind.' Muttered Thorin. Before they could prepare, the warg scout jumped through the bushes, followed by another one. While Enya was still processing what was actually going on, the dwarves killed both creatures. 'Who did you tell about your quest beyond your kin?' Gandalf asked Thorin. 'No one.' 'Who did you tell?' Pressed the wizard. 'Nobody. I swear.' Gandalf sighed. 'Then I believe you are being hunted.' 'I'll draw them off' Radagast proposed. 'These are gundabad wargs, they will outrun you' Gandalf shouted. 'These are rhosgobel rabbits.' Radagast shot back. 'I'd like to see them try.'

They ran for their lives. Enya was secretly worried that the cute oversized rabbits would not make it, but her instinct told her they would be fine. It seemed Radagast loved his animals far too much to put their lives at stake. She panted and thanked herself for her daily running routine. Bombur on the other hand seemed to have a hard time keeping up. 'Where are we going?' She asked, but nobody bothered to provide her with an answer. She sighed when they had to hide from one member of the orc pack and pressed herself against the boulder. Thorin silently instructed Kíli to shot the warg and his rider. The young dwarf prince tried, but killing the warg made so much noise that by the time both foul creatures were dead, they had the full orc pack on their tail again. 'Well, at least the diversion worked for a few minutes' Enya thought. 'Run!' Screamed Gandalf and everyone was happy to oblige. 'Were are you leading us?' Asked Thorin, but Gandalf ignored him. Suddenly Gandalf disappeared and they found themselves surrounded by the orc pack. 'Hold your ground!' Screamed Thorin. Enya noticed that even in life threatening situations he was irresistable. Very easy on the eye. 'Shut up' she muttered and she grabbed the weapons she got from the troll hoard they searched after their little adventure. The two sai she chose shone bright in the sun. She held them tight in her hands and smiled. Bring it on. 'Over here, you fools!' Enya turned and saw Gandalf waving at them. He was standing at the side of a crevasse and jumped. Thorin shouted everyone should follow. Enya quickly let herself slide down and landed softly in the cave. Dwalin decided to look ahead and concluded that he could not see where it lead. 'Do we follow it or no?' He asked. 'Follow it of course!' Bofur shouted back.

They all followed and ended up in a breathtaking valley. Rivendell. Enya smiled. Although she should be not overly fond of elves, she could not imagine that the inhabitants of such a beautiful valley were not trustworthy. She sighed and winked at Bilbo, who was standing next to her. He seemed as much in awe as she was. 'So, Bilbo. The dwarves won't like this valley any bit, so they probably will leave any investigation to us. Are you up for that?' Bilbo's face lit up. 'Yes, miss Enya. I would very much like so.'

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theboywhoxlived-twice · 7 years ago

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leonardo navarro interrogation

Leonardo Navarro ( @leosnavarro )

Full Name: Leonardo Luis Navarro Gender: Cis-male Age: Eighteen Date of Birth: October 25th Height: 6′2″ Weight: 181 lbs Eye Colour: Brown Hair Colour: Brown Blood Status: Pureblood Occupation: Slytherin Student at Hogwarts Previous Criminal Charges: N/a

* Needs further questioning, possible alibis - Paisley Macnair ( @paisleymacnair )

full transcript of the interrogation under the cut

the interrogation

What is your opinion on blood-status and impurity?

“My opinion on blood-status and impurity?” Leonardo repeated the questioner. “Why do you have to phrase it like that?” He asked with a shake of the head and under narrow brows. “That’s so strange to me,” He conceded. “-What’s strange about it? Oh, just that it’s pretty important whether you want it to affect you or not, you know?” He suggested. “Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that anyone’s impure. I’m just recognizing that there are two different blood-statuses. It’s fact:we’re defined differently. But that’s okay, it’s all in how people choose to react to that. That’s where problems arise.”

What is your opinion on the current Ministry?

“I couldn’t care less,” Leonardo answered, rather candidly. “I don’t want to work for the Ministry, I don’t want to associate myself with the Ministry. I’ll respect them, but I care about getting respect back. When has the Ministry ever done anything for me?”

Do you have any contact with former or current Death Eaters? Explain.

“Nope, I’ve never known a single Death Eater,” He responded. “And if they were one, they’ve never revealed themselves to me,” He shrugged and then sighed. “-I know, I know, you’ve probably done you’re research and found that my mother’s maiden name is Marchbanks. They were a pretty well-known family with good morals, or at least until they made themselves the pariah of the wizarding world by linking up with the Navarro line,” He explained. “They’ve been known to sympathize with Voldemort, but I’ve only ever heard my father talk about it like it wasn’t quite real…” Leonardo tapped his temple twice. “My father’s not all there, you see.”

Were you directly involved with any of the incidents of this past year? If so, how?

“Nope, I’ve been too busy pulling pranks and getting into fights during the school year at Hogwarts,” Leonardo explained. ”I don’t usually give my time willingly. So, everything I do, I do for myself or unless I’m getting something out of the deal…” He responded. “If you need someone to validate me, you can go to Chelsea King or Alison Wood. They’ll vouch for me, promise.”

Do you have close personal ties with anyone involved with any of the incidents? If yes, please explain your relationship to them.

“I’m not close with anyone. If you don’t know, I’m a fucking lone wolf. Nobody cares about me and I don’t care about anyone, and that’s how I like it.”

Do you have reason to believe anyone you know, or have come in contact with in the last year, is illegally involved with dark arts or the “Crimson Allies?” If so, please list their names and why you believe this (any answers to this will be kept anonymous).

“Hah! Why would I tell you that?” Leonardo questioned. “But, if you must know, no,” He claimed. “People don’t talk about that stuff around here. It’s almost a taboo, unless you’re in a safe space,” He said. “-And, by safe space, I mean a place with freedom of speech and a non-judgmental atmosphere,” He put his hands up, palms facing the questioner. “Look: I don’t think anyone I know is involved in the Dark Arts. I don’t know anything about the Crimson Allies.” He stated.

Did you have any personal connections to Rita Skeeter? Good or bad. If yes, explain.

“I know who she is, who doesn’t? But, I’ve never talked to her in person, no.”

witness alibi

For these final remaining questions, please tell us where you were during these events. It would be in your best interest to also include a person we can contact to confirm your whereabouts.

The day of September 12th, 2023? (The day a Hogwarts student was attacked outside the castle. The “Crimson Allies” took credit for the attack).

”I was at and around the Ashworth campus,” He sighed, loudly. “If you need to, contact: Paisley Macnair. I was hassling her at the time.”

New Year’s Eve (A Dark Mark was spotted over Diagon Alley).

“I was at Diagon Alley alone, shopping. It was the first time I saw a Dark Mark in the sky like that. I got out of there pretty quick after that.”

Hogwarts Lockdown (the so-called “successor” was unconfirmed to have entered Hogwarts).

”I was at Hogwarts. In the Slytherin common room, if you need verification. Whomever else there at the time saw me, I’m sure.”

Pride Festival (a red dragon, the sign of the “Crimson Allies,” appeared during the firework show. Red dragons were also painted onto the doors of vandalized, pure-blood homes).

“I didn’t go to the Pride Festival. I didn’t feel the need to. It didn’t feel like my place.”

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chocoboru · 6 years ago

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People are supposed to pick one for me but i’m bored so i’m gonna answer ALL of these

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?

The more Milk the better

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?

If i’m not freezing my ass off in general HELL YEAH

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?

Bookmarks

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?

sweetener in there and i’m good (don’t drink coffee)

5: are you self-conscious of your smile?

oh yes which makes my smiles look very awkward

6: do you keep plants?

Yes but they always die :(

7: do you name your plants?

They’re all called Planty

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

i just reblog stuff on tumblr lol

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?

Yes i also talk to myself 24/7

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

Side

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?

Baistenkleisten

12: what’s your favorite planet?

It used to be Saturn but then i found out it isn’t actually blue (don’t know why i thought i was) and now i’m pissed

13: what’s something that made you smile today?

a video of one of my favorite bands

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

i wouldn’t live with my best friend cause i love being alone

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!

too lazy lmao

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish?

just plain pasta with tomatosauce

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?

lilac

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

i once let out a very loud fart in public

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?

Yeah but i never ever use it

20: what’s your favorite eye color?

all eye colors are beautiful

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.

i only have one and i use it cause i need a bag to carry things so yea

22: are you a morning person?

who even IS a morning person?

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?

Youtube & Tumblr all day

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

Yep my best friend

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?

gurl i’ve never broken in anywhere lol

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

Black shoes with smol red roses on the side

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?

i don’t like bubblegum

28: sunrise or sunset?

sunset

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

ehh nothin lol SORRY ILY but u ain’t cute omg i’m MEAN

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

Duh!

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.

If i get the chance not to wear socks i will NOT wear socks. They’re just so uncomfortable and i HATE when i have to sleep with socks because it’s so cold URGH

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

Never been with my friend til 3am

33: what’s your fave pastry?

do Brezel count? If not then Croissaint

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

It’s a duck and it’s yellow with a red beak and plays a goodnight song. I used to have a purple one but i lost it somewhere and cried so much

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?

I do! but i resist buying them because i would never ever use them

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?

i’m sleepy so idk most bands i listen to are upbeat

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?

it’s not like i LIKE it being messy i just really hate cleaning

38: tell us about your pet peeves!

just.. people lol

39: what color do you wear the most?

black duh

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?

A moon necklace my mom got for me for my birthday! i wanted a moon necklace for so long and she just gave one to me and it’s made out of real silver like??!!

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving?

I only just read Percy Jackson please don’t kill me and I LUV IT

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!

i don’t drink coffee

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

uhm my mom

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

bitch idk

45: do you trust your instincts a lot?

hell NO

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.

i love puns but idk i don’t feel like using my brain rn

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

onions!

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?

Death. I think it still is

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

Yes! I love supporting artist and hey if i buy a CD I have somethin from it too! Last CD i bought was a Ariana Grande album.

50: what’s an odd thing you collect?

Disney coloring books and stickers lol

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?

My best friend. One Last Time by Ariana Grande

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?

I love Evil Patrick

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?

Shame on me i’ve only seen Heathers and i did not like it at all

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?

my best friend

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?

uhh yell? lmao i don’t know

56: what are some things you find endearing in people?

When they are kind to animals, when they love Disney or Harry Potter.. when they’re a fan of books

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

ugh gurl i don’t want to i’m tried af

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?

GROUP of friends? Sweety no there is only one friend

59: what’s your favorite myth?

i only know conspiracies

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

I love Edgar Allan Poe

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?

stupidest gift i’ve given was toilet paper

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?

only if somewhere on vacay and i’ll drink orange juice

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

They are oraginized in a specific way and if anyone messes shit up i’ll be ANGRY.

64: what color is the sky where you are right now?

Grey-ish

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?

flower crown sksksksks

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?

Happy, gloomy, comfy

68: what’s winter like where you live?

cold but not much snow

69: what are your favorite board games?

wizards chess duh

70: have you ever used a ouija board?

hell no i’m not messing with that shit

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea?

mint tea

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?

i even forget to note things down

73: what are some of your worst habits?

i never clean things up after me

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

Sass master, kinda gross, gets me

75: tell us about your pets!

they all dead

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?

taking a shower

77: pink or yellow lemonade?

i never had pink lemonade

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

HATEclub!!!

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

oh man there is a lot but like i said i don’t wanna use my brain rn

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

white and dark purple. I wanted a witchy vibe but failed hard

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

meh

82: are/were you good in school?

yes until the bullying got too bad and fucked me up

83: what’s some of your favorite album art?

Lana Del Rey Paradise album

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?

a tattoo for my dog and a disney tattoo

85: do you read comics? what are your faves?

i used to read manga idk if that counts but not anymore

86: do you like concept albums? which ones?

i guess

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

Jurassic Park, Lady and the Tramp, Mean Girls

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

i’m bored

89: are you close to your parents?

only to my mom

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.

i didn’t travel a lot yet so i don’t have one

91: where do you plan on traveling this year?

no where cuz i’m broke

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

there is no such thing as ‘too much cheese’ DROWN THAT BITCH

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?

just my hair down i’m not good with beauty stuff i wish i was tho

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

my mom

95: what are your plans for this weekend?

eating

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

i procrastinate until my computer doesn’t give me a choice anymore

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

can’t remembers, Capricorn but i relate more to my rising which is Cancer, and Hogwarts house is either Slytherin or Ravenclaw. I’d rather be a Ravenclaw i think

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

uhhh..

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

ducks

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

future because i past was horrible

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crimsonrevolt · 7 years ago

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Congratulations Crystal you’ve been accepted to Crimson Revolt as Xenophilius Lovegood!

↳ please refer to our character checklist

Oh my goodness -- your application blew us away. Simply reading through it you could see how much you’d thought about every single aspect of Xeno’s characacter and really got a handle about how you’d develop everything that makes him tick. I love the idea of him balancing on a razor’s edge -- between two seemingly distinct sides of his personality, and the headcanon and para sample about his reasons for joining Aversio were beautifully written and thought through. We’re so excited to see Xeno on the dash and to see you develop him through the course of this roleplay!

application beneath the cut ( tw: drugs )

OUT OF CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION Hey, I’m Crystal! I’m 21, go by she/her, and am in EST time zone in the US.

ACTIVITY I’d say my activity would be a solid 6 or 7 out of 10. I can be on most nights, for at least a few replies.

TRIGGERS *removed for privacy

HOW DID YOU FIND US? Just through the tags, browsing for a quality group to join.

WHAT HARRY POTTER CHARACTER DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH MOST? As cliche as it may be, i definitely feel like i identified most with Hermione. I’ve always been rather bookish myself and, like her, had difficulty finding friends in a sea of judgmental people. I can relate to the comfort she found in solidarity and knowledge, while also attempting to balance and cope with her her desire for companionship and acceptance.

ANYTHING ELSE? This group looks fascinating, and i’m thrilled for the chance to be a part of it. :).

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER Xenophilius Lovegood

FACE CLAIM Jamie Campbell Bower

REASON FOR CHOSEN CHARACTER

Honestly, Xenophilius was never really a character that caught my attention during the movies or books. I loved Luna, of course, but thought that her zany quack of a father was mildly interesting, at best. That being said, your description of young Xeno fascinated me, because it was so far from the image of the older version, yet, the more i thought about it, such a believable transition. I’d never really put thought into what he must have been like during the first wizarding war, or his time at hogwarts, but i’m really excited to explore the untapped potential that lays here. I feel like i could really expand upon and develop him based on your given description, and that his unique personality could open up some really interesting interactions. I enjoy writing quirky characters, and have written quite a few in the past, but never ones with the darker, rebellious, loner aspects that you’ve attributed to Xeno. I’m really excited to write a character with such drastically different aspects of his personality. A combination of good-heartedness with a discontentment towards society is the basis for a wonderfully conflicted character who struggles with making the right choices in the horrible situation he’s stuck in. Being the accepting, tolerant, and loving person that i imagine him to be, but dealing with being an mistreated, misunderstood outcast would leave him constantly torn between attempting to merge with his peers and wanting to swear them off. I’m so excited for the chance to write Xenophilius, because every single one of his reactions will be teetering on a razor’s edge depending on the tiniest nuances of the interaction. Like i said, i never really gave him much thought before, but just from reading your bio of him, i’ve seen what a dynamic, complex, and life-like character he has the potential to be, and i’ve already got so many ideas i want to play out with him. Plus, the chosen faceclaim could not have been more perfect.

PREFERRED SHIPS // CHARACTER SEXUALITY // GENDER & PRONOUNS

I think Xeno would usually go by male pronouns, simply because they’re what people would opt for naturally, and he doesn’t really care what people view him as one way or the other. It’s just easier than correcting them and insisting on gender neutral pronouns would be more trouble than it’s worth to him. For Xeno, it’s less that he feels adamantly non-binary, but more that he feels gender to be irrelevant. Hence, whichever pronouns are applied to him, he just rolls with. While i fully intend to write him as a non-binary character, and make that aspect of him very prevalent, I’d prefer to use male pronouns, simply for ease of writing. Appropriately, he is also pansexual. Although, romance and sexuality have never really been high priorities for him. When he does fall in love, though, he loves fiercely and loyally. While yes, he does enjoy sex, it’s more about the emotional attachment and the passion than the physical pleasure, and he doesn’t really feel the need to have meaningless or constant sex. As for ships, I could see him being interested in Aurora Sinistra, for her intelligence and ambition. Other than that, i think i would have to see how his interactions with other characters go before seeing who he would be compatible with.

CREATE ONE (OR MORE!) OF THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR CHARACTER:

-A PLAYLIST https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLaxuQiftHJY10XBCI0DANwFfWT6cZpp_o

-A MOCKBLOG https://xeno-lovegood.tumblr.com/ (There are like 3 or 4 pages to look through, i think)

-A FEW HEADCANONS

He’s both a coffee and a tea person, depending on the day, his mood, and the weather.

Xeno doesn’t let anyone else cut his hair and, despite not being very good at it, insists on doing it himself. That is, on the rare occasions that he actually cuts it.

Among his many oddball collections, Xeno has countless gemstones and rocks, animal bones, foreign coins, and instrument pieces (strings, pegs, buttons, reeds, etc.).

When he was young, Xeno had a habit of tinkering. Taking apart, rebuilding, and remodeling his toys was one of his favorite pastimes. When he played outside, he devoted meticulous care to using twigs, leaves, and other found objects to build tiny home for woodland animals and “fairies”. His love for tinkering and, eventually, inventing never faded.

Xeno has always had a love for books, muggle comics, and especially fairy tales.

Xeno has insomnia, but doesn’t mind too much, as he prefers the night time anyway.

Xenophilius currently works at the Apothecary in diagon alley, but has been reprimanded by his boss a time or two for knicking a few ingredients. However, his charm and knowledgeable nature keep him from being fired.

IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE

♔ If you were able to invent one spell, potion, or charm, what would it do, what would you use it for or how would you use it? Feel free to name it: “Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have some sort of something that induces a sensation of levity? A potion, perhaps, that lightens one’s mood and eases the min- oh, wait, no, i suppose that’s just alcohol then, innit? Something better! Something easier on the liver. All of the happiness, none of the hangover. Hm.. A charm, maybe? Oh yes, yes, that’s very good. A levity charm! I can see it now, ‘Instantly brightens mood, lifts spirits, and opens the mind! Wear it on bad days or, maybe just chuck it at people who need to lighten up.’ Plenty of those in the world, eh?” ♔ You have to venture deep into the Forbidden Forest one night. Pick one other character and one object (muggle or magical), besides your wand, that you’d want with you: “Oh, well one person, that’s easy. Newt Scamander. The original clever critter catcher himself. I’m a massive fan of his work, brilliant man. A little closed minded on the existence of some lesser known magical creatures, but i digress. It’d be good to have an expert on board when trudging into the natural habitat of countless magical creatures. The object, now that’s the tougher one. Hm...it might be to my benefit to bring a weapon of some sort, i suppose. Muggles weapons, you know, are severely underrated. Wizards waving wands don’t give a single thought towards the merit of, say, a muggle gun, but in those woods, up against merlin knows what sort of creatures, i might just feel a bit more safe with one in hand.

♔ What kinds of decisions are the most difficult for you to make? “Difficult to say, really. Is ‘all of them’ an acceptable answer? I’m afraid I can be terribly indecisive, Point and case, right here, indecisiveness on the topic of being decisive. Funny, that. To give a more legitimate answer, I suppose decisions that intwine the fates of others? Choosing a path for yourself is one thing, but making a choice that affects others? Significantly more weighty. Oh! Or choosing what to make for brunch. Difficult indeed.”

♔ What is one thing you would never want said about you? “The worst thing i can imagine being called is generic. I can’t fathom what a boring life that would be.”

WRITING SAMPLE “How’s your dad doing these days, Philly?” Xenophilius opened his eyes and found himself looking at the poster on the ceiling. Through the smoky haze that filled the room, the members of Aerosmith stared back down at him. He had started adorning his ceiling with posters and hangings when all his wall space had become occupied. Between all of the band posters, stolen road signs, star charts, maps, anatomy diagrams, a listing of songbirds native to eastern europe, and a poster for something called the Chudley Cannons (which his muggle friends didn’t really understand, but they swore they had glanced the letters moving once or twice), there was scarcely any visible wall space left. His room couldn’t be described as tidy even at the best of times, but it was an organized chaos. To him, at least. Despite nearly every surface being littered with any and all manner of things, Xenophilius misplaced things very rarely. He may have lived messily, but it was a mess he understood.

“You know i’ve asked you not to call me that, Nina.” He replied, though with no real conviction. He’d accepted defeat in that battle years ago. He lolled his head to the side to face the girl. Her dark green eyes, a bit blood shot at the moment, and her amused grin met his gaze. He chuckled, realizing his eyes probably didn’t look much better. Their legs swung lazily off opposite sides of his bed, their heads and shoulders in the middle fitting comfortably together like simplistic puzzle pieces.

“He's doing okay, last I heard. Avoiding prison still, so that's good, I suppose. I'm going to see him this weekend.” “Solid. Tell him I say hey.” “I shall. He asks about you, sometimes. Says you should come down and visit with me one of these times.” Even as he spoke the words, he knew the idea would never come to fruition. His father lived in a wizarding community. Owls filled the evening air, while lawns trimmed themselves and the sound of neighbors clinking together a few cold butterbeers filled the air. He could never bring her there. She shrugged. “Maybe.” He felt that she somehow understood, and was grateful that she didn’t press the issue.

Xenophilius’ parents had separated a few years back, and he now lived in the spacious and comfortable home of his muggle mother and her new husband. His mother was an impressive woman. When Xeno’s father had confessed to being a wizard, she took the news incredibly well and accepted having a wizard in the family with unprecedented indifference. When they discovered a few years later that their son was also magical in nature, it came as no big shock to anyone. His mother was an overwhelmingly accepting woman, and even as the only muggle in the household, she adapted and carried on with her life. Surprisingly, it wasn't the existence of magic or the collision of worlds that eventually pushed the couple apart, no. It was the drinking. Alcohol; the most potent and problematic of potions. She was hardly one to judge, having enjoyed and abused her fair share of substances back in the day. Xeno’s friends later swore that his mother’s habits were to blame for how strangely he turned out. But she had cut all of that out of her life when her son was born. His father, however, had a bit more difficulty. Xenophilius senior was not a bad man. By all accounts, he had a heart of gold, a smile that could light up a room, and a sense of humor that left his young son in fits of laughter. But he was a deeply troubled man. Eventually, his mother couldn’t take his father’s behaviour anymore, and they went through with a fairly civil and clean divorce. Although Xeno doesn’t see his father as much as he would like, they still get along well during the weekends they spend together. Knowing that his father is sensitive to the subject and would most likely be furious, Xeno keeps his drinking and drug useage a secret from his father.

A silence had fallen on the room. The girl, Nina, got up off the bed and strolled over to the record player. In one smooth motion, she lifted the needle, twirled the record between her fingers, and set it back in place. Zeppelin started crooning out of the beat up speakers and filled the room once again. “Sixteen, I fell in love with a girl as sweet as could be, It only took a couple of days 'til she was rid of me. She swore that she would be all mine and love me till the end, But when I whispered in her ear, I lost another friend, oooh.” Xeno sang quietly along, knowing every word by heart. The album was one of his favorites. He must’ve listened to it a dozen times since Nina bought it for him a month ago. It was one of the only presents he got that year for his 18th birthday. Fitting, since she was one of the only friends he had. She was fiddling with a few of the crystals and stones that littered his room. He loved that she never found his eclectic nature and strange collections offputting. Though, he supposed, it made sense. She wasn’t exactly your generic cookie cutter girl either. An onlooker might find it hard to believe that the two of them had met in a primary school chess club. Neither of them looked the type. Her, with her raven hair, shaved down the left side and falling in long natural curls on the other and a face adorned with half a dozen piercings. Him, with a mop of constantly tangled dirty blonde locks, a worn denim jacket, and the occasional guyliner. But they had sensed something in each other and gravitated towards one another almost instantly. He supposed they both drew comfort from sharing their outcast status. She was a quiet girl, soft spoken and concise. But she liked to listen, and god knows Xeno liked to talk. They worked well together. The judgement and name calling he received from his peers never really got to him, or bothered him terribly. It was just something that was impossible not to notice. He never in his life prioritized popularity or really stove to fit in. But it was nice, he had to admit, to meet a girl who had never called him a freak, or a weirdo like the majority of his other classmates. Naturally, he was eternally grateful to the girl for giving him someone around whom he could be himself. To an extent, at least.

Although he felt guilty about it every day, there was a part of his life that he could never share with his best friend. His quirks were one thing, but being a spell casting, potion brewing wizard was another entirely. He had a distinct feeling that even her threshold for weird wasn’t quite wide enough to encompass that little bit of information. As much as he wanted to tell her, he couldn’t risk scaring her away. It was bad enough being a social outcast, but being a wizard living among muggles made him feel even more disconnected from his peers. An acromantula in sheep’s clothing. Receiving his Hogwarts letter had been Xenophilius’ saving grace. He had been beyond dismayed to discover that he fit in no better with wizard kids then regular ones. He was still an unusual person, even by magical standards. But at least he didn’t have to hide his powers around them. He cherished his time at Hogwarts, reveling in the wondrous history and culture of the wizarding world. As much as the curiosities of the muggle world interested him, the wizarding world was infinitely more whimsical and beyond fascinating to him.

“Are you hungry?” Nina’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts. Upon hearing her words, he suddenly realized that he was, in fact, incredibly hungry. He swung his lanky frame upward off the bed and slipped his feet into the worn black boots that sat bedside. “Starving. Wanna run down to the mart?” He asked jovially. “I haven’t got much on me” She replied, picking through her pockets. “I’m sure we can figure something out.” He countered, shooting her a grin that might have been ever so slightly mischievous. She knew him well enough to know just what that look meant. They’d gotten into and away with more than their fair share of trouble together. Xeno had racked up a somewhat lengthy record over the last few years of his life. He wasn’t exactly know to be one to follow all of the rules. Never anything extremely serious, of course. Petty theft, vandalism, trespassing. Minor offensives, for the sake of rebellion, fun, or ticking off the local crooked cops.

They both laced up their boots and headed out. Xeno lit up a cigarette as they walked. It was less than a mile from his home to the nearest snack shop. The trip was a nearly daily routine for them. They could walk it with their eyes closed. It was their go-to place for munchies. Between puffs of his cig, Xeno was passionately telling Nina all about a creature called the Crumple Horned Snorkack. She listened contentedly, counting cracks in the sidewalk as it passed below them. She was used to his overactive imagination by this point. Assuming that all of his stories were simply make believe, she found them incredibly entertaining. It was an unusually warm day, even through the overcast. Xeno was practically cooking inside the leather jacket he had adorned before they left, but the garment served a purpose. It was riddled with inside, hidden pockets. In a practiced motion, he tossed his hair into an effortless mix between ponytail and bun as they strolled into the corner shop. “Evenin’, mate” Xenophilius called over to the spotty teen behind the counter. The kid didn’t even look up from his comic. Ha! This was going to be easy. Xeno couldn’t help but grin, strolling up and down the aisles. He made a beeline for the candies in the back. He had one hell of a sweet tooth. He ran a slender finger over the shelf, deliberating between chocolate and jelly babies. In the end he opted for both. With a glance over his shoulder at the checkout boy, his slipped the candy bar into his jacket, but held onto the jellies. It allayed suspicion to actually buy a thing or two. He’d picked up a few tricks over the years. He meandered around the store a bit longer, stuffing a menagerie of things into his pockets. Satisfied, he cast his gaze over to Nina, a couple aisles over. She gave him an affirmative nod. They met up at the counter, laid out a few snacks each, and Xeno paid. The boy behind the counter seemed unenthused, but had at least bothered to put the comic away for the transaction. “Thanks a bunch…” Xenophilius squinted at the boy’s name tag. “Scotty.” With that, he gave a wave and spun on his heel. Feeling like Bonnie and Clyde, the two were practically glowing with pride at the feat they had pulled off. They strutted towards the door. Scotty sneered at their backs, annoyed at having been troubled to do his job.

It was when they were only a few steps from the door, from safety, that it happened. They all heard the smack of plastic on tile. “Oy! Whatchu- Hey!” The boy behind the counter shouted angrily. Nina looked down, horrified, at the few snacks that had slipped from beneath her blouse. Xeno saw them too. “Shit. Let’s go!” He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her towards the door, but not before good ol’ Scotty pressed a switch behind the counter. They could just hear the lock click into place. Dammit. He swore under his breath, pointlessly shaking the door. He heard the angry employee threaten to call the cops, and began to panic. He couldn’t afford to get in any more trouble. Not right now. Not so soon before he was due back at school. Nothing could come between him and his getting to Hogwarts. With no other option coming to mind, he slipped out his wand. He tried his best to be subtle about it, but there was no hiding the stumpy branch, or the slight sparks it emitted as he hastily whispered the incantation. “Alohamora.” With a light pop, the door sprung open. Xeno bolted through it, dragged the girl behind him, and left the poor muggle boy gaping and bewildered.

For a bit, they ran without looking back. When Xeno felt that they had put enough space between them, he finally stopped. They both caught their breath in a secluded alleyway beside a bustling street. “Well,” Xeno started nervously, trying maybe a bit too hard to sound casual. “That was a close one, wasn’t it? The lock breaking like that,eh? I thought for sure we-” “What just happened?” The sternness in her voice stopped his words dead in their tracks. For the first time in a very long time, Xeno was speechless. She was staring at him in a way he had never seen before. There was fear behind her eyes.

“Xenophilius.” He winced. She never used his full name. “What was that back there? How did you do that?”

This was it, he realized. There was no hiding it from her anymore. If he lied, she’d know. And besides, not even the most cleverly constructed lie could be believable. There was no way to explain it other than the truth. He was about to lose the only friend he had.

“Magic.” He stated simply. He pulled out his wand again, clearly this time, for her to see. To his surprise, she said nothing, so he went on. “I’m uh, a wizard, ya see. Spells and charms, potions and broomsticks.” As hard as it was to start, he felt like he had burst open a flood gate. “I got to a special school. For wizards, like me, and witches. It’s called Hogwarts.” He was absolutely certain that she was going to freak out about all of this, yet he feel incredibly relieved to finally be telling her after all these years. He rambled on for a bit, speaking rapidly and excitedly. When he finally paused to gauge her reaction, he found that she was staring at him, mouth slightly agape. He couldn’t quite read her reaction, but his words had stunned her into silence. “Ah! H-here! Let me show you!” He took up his wand. He raised a free hand in a disarming gesture, silently reassuring her not to be afraid. He aimed at a nearby flower that was fighting its way through a crack in the concrete. A delicate looking thing, all the colors of a sunset. Swish and flick! “Wingardium Leviosa!” Nina let out a gasp. The flower rose, plucking itself from the ground and floated almost lazily through the air. He maneuvered it skillfully towards her. She froze as it approach. With a slight shifting of his wand, he landed it delicately in her hair. He smiled at her sheepishly, beyond apprehensive. What was she thinking? What if she just tucked and ran? He couldn’t blame her. What if he never saw her again. What if she called the cops on him, had his locked up in the looney bin?

“Magic? Real...magic?” She spoke, finally. He started to breathe again. Her voice was even, but in a controlled way. Her fingertips wandered up to caress the petals of the flower in her hair. She was quiet again for what felt like years. Then...a smile began to form at the corners of her lips. Xeno’s heart soared, or stopped, he wasn’t sure. Her face broke out into a full on grin.

“That’s fuckin’ wicked.”

-------------------------------------------------Present Day-----------------------------------------------

The shrill screams of the tea kettle pulled Xenophilius out of his thoughts. He discarded the Daily Prophet as he went to relieved the pot, tossing the paper onto the floor of his caravan home. From the front page, a vague headline announced yet another brutal attack from Voldemort loyalist. He realized that, lost in his thoughts, he had taken in very little of the article he’d been attempting to read. His mind had been wandering back to that day with Nina. He poured himself a glass of gurdyroot tea and took a long inhale of its fragrance. It had been four years since that day. A short time, relatively, but a lot can happen in four years. Wars break out, alliances form, fights ensue, and people die. The thing about Death Eaters, Xeno had quickly come to realize, was that they had no discretion. They couldn’t care less who or what got trampled on their violent paths. When they decided to attack, men, women, wizards and muggles alike were lain to waste. They represented cruelty in its most unbridled form.

He’d been thinking about Nina a lot, recently. About the day they met. About the day that he revealed that he was a wizard. But mostly? About the day that he saw the name of his hometown in the headline of the Prophet. The day he saw her name listed among all the other muggles who suffered the ultimate price in a wizard's war. The same day he join Aversio.

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