#pince of rage

[cheemken]

Strife.

Hs stuff w @altairtalisman now hahah

Love how in this and the one w Jam I'm still throwing hands lmfaooo

[r4m1el]

can you tell i like the classpect system and fixated on nothing else besides maybe trolls

Bro you’re scaring the hoes with your cringe crossover aus

[livfastdieyoung69]

I'm back with my requests because I'm feral for cody he's literally so fine anyway maybe something with reader being with cody during the miz TV segment and going a little feral over Dom calling cody a deadbeat ykyk the usual we love feral reader i think it'd be a little funny if cody had to hold reader back because they're going for doms throat

A LOVE SO DEEP IT HARMS

(Cody Rhodes x Y/N)

Wrestling has more than one royal family

As Cody’s theme played and he walked out into the arena, clad in a suit, fans cheered in excitement for the scheduled interview on Miz TV. The second Cody sat in one of the two director chairs, The Miz began to talk, asking him questions, or more so repeating his actions of the past weeks with an incredulous tone. Considering this was Miz TV and everything had to be messy, of course, there was a surprise guest and of course, it was Dominik and Rhea Ripley, two people neither Cody nor his partner, Y/N, seemed to get along with.

Y/N watched from backstage as Cody stood from his chair as they reached the ring, standing up themselves as if they could protect him from the locker rooms. They watched as Cody egged on the fans, barely able to hear anything over the booing crowd, but able to make out Dom daring to call their husband a bad father.

If there was one thing Cody was not, it was a bad father. The little girl adored Cody just as much as he did his own father even at such a young age. Clearly, Dom wasn’t too aware of what happened backstage because Cody and Y/N brought their child with them to every Raw, every pay-per-view, every press event, everything. If they didn’t, there would be no way for them to see their baby while they both maintained their careers. Knowing the amount of effort not only Cody, but also how much effort they put into being able to travel with their child, and hell, even their dogs sometimes, Dom’s comment made them angry. Very angry.

“…a deadbeat dad. Actually, Y/N is here too, so I guess both of you are deadbeats, huh?” The boos of the crowd seemed to get impossibly louder, vibrating against the solid concrete of the building as the rest of the crowded locker room tensely watched Y/N, uncomfortable air quickly spilling into the small space.

“Did he really just say that?” Becky spoke from besides them, eyes wide and voice thick with utter confusement and anger. She received no response, and instead watched as Y/N power walked out of the room and make a quick right- straight to the gorilla.

They marched to the entrance of the arena much to the staff’s complaint, feeling no need to grab a mic, and quickly, their walk turned into a run, the crowd cheering as Y/N dived into the ring, spitfiring their rage down the throat of half the Judgement Day.

“You wanna try that again? Huh? Or do you need your mami to say it for you, you little bitch!” After they pushed Dom around a bit, Rhea stepped infront of him at the mention of her title.

“Oh, look at that, comin’ to rescue your Dom Dom? Maybe you should teach the little crybaby to keep my families name out of his mouth.” Their words held a tone of amusement at first before they inched closer to Rhea, sizing her up with a voice full of fury.

While Y/N and Rhea shoved closer to each other, exchanging many more insults, refs and other staff were quick to make their way to the ring before it could truly get violent. Cody was quick to pull Y/N away from Rhea when they backed up the smallest amount, making Rhea believe they were backing down, but Cody knew they were only making room to deck the woman right across the face.

Y/N fought against his hold, gripping at the triceps held around their waist and trying to push their feet to the floor but Cody only dragged them instead. They refused to give up all the way backstage, yelling over at Rhea and Dom as a few refs, and now the rest of Judgement Day held them back. They finally relaxed into Cody’s hold after they left the gorilla, sending a useless swat to his arm.

Cody scoffed and pinched their hip in return before carefully grabbing their elbows and turning them to face him.

“I think we need to work on your anger problem there, N/N.” Though his voice was stern, the smug look on his face let them know he was only teasing.

“Or maybe people should stop being dumbasses and leave you and my baby out of their drama.” Their aggravation, which was clearly still there, seemed to be spewing out at everyone now.

“Your baby? Hate to break it to you, N/N, but I’m pretty sure shes mine too. Wait, where is she?” Cody brought them back into his embrace, this time facing him, while he spoke, a sigh leaving Y/N as they pushed their ear into his chest.

“Becks got ‘er.” They mumbled into him, wrapping their own arms around him aswell.

“…You just left her in the lockeroom?”

“I made sure Becky had her and then I kinda just started running.” Silence came after their mumbles but was quick to fall away when they both bursted into giggles.

“Oh god, Y/N, maybe we aren’t very good parents.” Cody managed to speak through his quiet laughter, looking down at his lover with much adorance.

unfortanetly my break is over and i gotta go back to car shit on top of work so i prolly wont be able to write as much even tho i already take so long 😭 y did i think going back to school would be a good idea if i literally hated the other 12 years

anyways, i have also discovered a very deep love for aew. like i liked it, but now i loveeee it. and i love mjf (a lot😋)

[9ofspades]

Opinion:  I'm an Anti-Specsser and Everyone Else Should Be Too

Why are you wearing glasses?  

No, seriously.   Why the fuck are you still wearing glasses?  

The epidemic is over.  I don't know anyone who worries about nearsightedness anymore.  Do you hear anyone talking about it?  Do you see nearsightedness germs flying around?  No, because it's OVER.  

Look, I don't know how to break it to you, but a thin piece of glass in front of your eyes isn't going to help protect you from macular degeneration.  It's a false sense of security, an illusion; like if you just keep looking through them you can pretend that the world has crisp sharp edges.  Well, guess what?  The world is blurry.  You don't know where empty space ends and your body begins.  In fact, it doesn't.  Your body is mostly empty space.  

Everything happens for a reason, anyway; so if you get into an accident because you can't drive without your glasses?  Tough cajones; take your punishment like God intended.  It's your fault for having bad genes, which you got because of... original sin, or something.  I don't know, I didn't actually read the Bible.  I just believe vehemently in every word of it, except the words you use to disagree with me.  Because that's wrong.  

I don't think I'm doing anything wrong by yelling at glasses-wearers on the street.  It just fills me with such visceral, incandescent rage when I see a pair of pince-nez balancing on someone's nose.  It's like they're sending a direct fuck-you to people like me, who choose not to wear glasses.  So of course I have to yell at them; it's just simple self-preservation - if I don't, pretty soon everyone will be wearing glasses, and ganging up on those of us that don't, because we're "jeopardizing public safety" or "a danger to the common good."  I don't need to listen to that.

When you declare you're on the opposite side from me with that flag you wear right on your face, you shouldn't be surprised when I treat you like an enemy.  "What sides?" you ask?  "There's no 'sides' here; everyone is just choosing-" oh, shut up.  You're so naive.  Of course there are sides.  There's sides to everything.  What about a circle? you say.  Inside and outside.  There.  Now don't you feel stupid.  

And those circles you wear on your face mark you as being on the inside.  I don't like that.  Nobody likes being left on the outside.  So stop wearing them.  That way I can find something else to be angry about, like freckles.  I think I'll take on freckles next.  If you have them, stop having them.  You're being too different from me and I don't like it.

[calmlyerratic]

Encounters of the Future Sort

Chapter 4: The Bat and the Toad

by @calmlyerratic

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Ch Summary: AU. The Marauders time travel to 1996.

“Hello Mr. Potter,” the toad began in a sugary sweet voice. This startled James, for he had rather expected a croak. “Feeling ill, are we?”

James stared blankly at her for a moment, dazed. And slightly horrified. He had nothing against pink, but this was just superfluous.

ch wc: 1.5k — rating: T — cw: Umbridge. Lol.

Read Chapter 1 | full Summary & Chapter Index

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Timeline:

1976 BCE (before cauldron explosion): takes place before the willow prank and Snape's worst memory, both of which happened in the early spring.

1996 ACE (after cauldron explosion): takes place around chapter 29 of OotP, right after Dumbledore gets sacked and Umbridge becomes Headmistress. Also, Harry has seen Snape's worst memory during their occlumency lessons.

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Severus Snape

(Potions Professor, 36 years old)

Hogwarts, Library

April 1st, 1996

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It was a Saturday afternoon and the dismal sky outside was raging wind and torrential rains. The library was dark today; lit only by scattered gas lamps here and there along long wooden tables, reminding Snape of his comfort zone in the dungeons.

“Yes, just these three will do,” Snape murmured, inspecting three thickly bound books he had withdrawn from the restricted section. His fingers traced over the soft leather engraved title of one that read Moste Potente Potions.

Madam Pince flicked her wand to mark a very long log of parchment with the date and titles. She peered at him over her square spectacles, reminiscent of a reluctant vulture relinquishing an egg from its nest. “I trust these tomes will receive impeccable treatment, Severus?”

The corners of Snape's mouth curled in an attempt to muster a cordial smile. “Indeed.”

Madam Pince had been the Hogwarts librarian since before he could remember. As a student, he had spent many hours tucked away in the darkest, dustiest nook, relishing the strictly enforced peace and quiet. And now as a professor, he was incessantly reminded of his youthful past transgressions that Madam Pince had deemed abhorrently unacceptable. Notable times, such as the several occasions she had caught him scrawling notes in the margins of his potions book and had consequently chased him down with a long, fluffy feather duster.

“As I’ve reassured you on countless occasion, Madam Pince, those particular books were my personal property.” Snape’s attempt at a polite smile became increasingly twisted. “I will return these in no less infallible condition than they would otherwise receive under your…surveillant care.”

Madam Pince, however, did not appear as though ownership was an acceptable reason for the defacement of literature. He felt like he was fifteen again as he was forced to submit to her authority, her unyielding eyes looming over at him from behind her librarian’s desk. It was best to leave quickly.

“Thank you, Madam Pince.” Snape nodded in departure, gathering the books in one arm. They were rather heavy, but he knew she would certainly not tolerate levitating them—she herself dusted all of the thousands of bookshelves shelves by hand, not even trusting her own magic to get the job done properly.

“Severus,” Madam Pince nodded in return. An obligatory gesture given his social status as Professor, but he knew she still saw him as the awkward, lanky boy in a dark corner, scrawling notes in his books.

Snape began towards the door, grateful to be rid of this place so riddled with memories. As he walked, he spotted two students sitting in a corner, their faces dim by the light of a flickering gas lamp. One with dark red hair and the other—

The top tome In his arms fell to the floor with a great thump. A strange feeling overcame him and his mind was flooded with childhood memories. This was not a particularly normal sensation for a practiced occlumence—hardly anything could penetrate his well-practiced mind. Anything but an unwelcome view into his private office pensieve...

Potter.

The unfortunate event seeped unwillingly into his mind. Ever since that horrible evening Potter had seen his worst memory, Snape was having trouble regulating his thoughts. It was a growing darkness no matter of training could keep at bay. He felt invaded. He had never intended to reveal that part of himself to anyone or admit how much the memory still plagued him twenty years later.

Feeling all of a sudden quite vulnerable, Snape quickly snatched the fallen book from the stone floor and hurried out of the library before Madam Pince could chase after him once again with the feather duster, dark robes billowing behind him.

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James

Hospital Wing

April 1st, 1996

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Married. James ran a hand through his already messy hair in absolute awe. Evans pulls a prank on me, and we’re married? Is she barmy?

He had broken free of the infirmary and stopped for a moment outside the stone statue of the unicorn in the hallway, mulling over these new revelations. Antsy at the prospect of confronting her, he shook his head in an attempt to clear his mind.

Right, onwards.

Starting towards the fifth floor, James intended to find how Sirius, Remus, and Peter were fairing. He figured they must have escaped Peeves and his unbridled behavior by now, but thought he’d check anyway. He was just rounding the entrance of the library when—

“Harry Potter!”

A plethora of pink caught the corner of his eye. He turned—and wished he hadn’t. A short, squat woman in a frilly pink cardigan was staring him down, somewhat akin to a toad eyeing a fly.

“Hello Mr. Potter,” the toad began in a sugary sweet voice. This startled James, for he had rather expected a croak. “Feeling ill, are we?”

James stared blankly at her for a moment, dazed. And slightly horrified. He had nothing against pink, but this was just superfluous.

“Er—do I know you?” he finally managed, choosing to disregard that yet another person had confused his first name. He had skipped lunch and was feeling rather short at the moment.

The toad raised her eyebrows disapprovingly. “Excuse me?”

“I said,” James began slow and condescendingly, "do I know you?" Perhaps he was speaking in Gobbledygook, no one seemed to understand a word he’d said all afternoon.

A nasty smile crept slowly upon the toad's face as she waved her finger back and forth rather childishly. “Now, now…we mustn’t lose that temper of yours. Apparently we haven’t had enough detentions to allow the message to completely sink in. Another week's worth will do just fine, I think…”

James was dumbstruck and rather furious. He was never above accepting warranted punishments; they were simply a badge pride for his oppositionaly defiant nature. He was usually a bit more charmingly evasive when under authoritative scrutiny—although he had never seen this woman before. And he was quite sure, given her…gaudy appearance, he would recall it quite vividly.

“Look, I haven’t the faintest idea who you are, and I don’t really care.” James cocked an eyebrow. “Now if you don’t mind—”

The smile slipped off the toad’s face as quickly as it had come. “Mr. Potter, come with me.” She ordered in a now bitterly sharp tone, like the outer layer of sugar had been sucked from a lemon drop. “Let’s refresh your memory, shall we? It’s such a shame—oh, hello Severus.”

Snevillus?

James followed the toad's gaze to a gaunt, bat-like man who was watching them from outside the entrance to the library. He was carrying three large books and looked about in his mid-thirties. The man hesitated a split second, then stiffly approached.

He looks exactly like Snape, James baffled. If he'd aged twenty years...

“Headmistress,” Severus nodded cordially.

Headmistress? James puzzled internally, but kept his mouth shut. Dumbledore was certainly Headmaster of Hogwarts, everyone knew that.

The toad woman smiled a sickeningly sweet smile. "I trust you are taking care of that little problem we discussed, Severus?” She smoothed her pink cardigan and removed a tiny piece of lint, making eye contact with Severus as she flicked it away.

“Yes…Headmistress.” Severus nodded tonelessly. He had an eerily familiar, gaunt face with a rather large, hooked nose that he held so high, it nearly turned upwards as he peered down upon James.

This man couldn't actually be Snevillus...could he? Perhaps a relative?

Severus' eyes locked on his in a way that made James horribly self-conscious. He ran a hand through his raven hair anxiously, causing it to stick up at all angles. Severus' eyes flicked to James' forehead, widened, and his body tensed, causing the thick top book to slip from his arms and onto the floor with a thud.

James bent over to help retrieve it, as did Severus. Their eyes met very closely towards the ground and James watched Severus’ mouth purse as though he had mortally offended him.

“Here,” James held out the aged leather-bound book. Severus just stared at him in a terribly strange way that made James feel like this older man was Snape after all—

“Are you all right, Severus?” The toad leaned in, eyebrows knitting with faux concern.

Severus quickly snatched the book from James. “Mr. Potter. Headmistress.” He nodded shortly and took off down the corridor, dark robes billowing behind him.

James watched him go, his mind struggling to wrap around an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach. This day was becoming more and more peculiar. If he only had a moment to think...the cauldron exploding, the photo album, the fact that everyone seemed to think his name was Harry? And even odder still, this uncanny bat-like man named Severus, of all things. What if Hermione and Ginny hadn’t been pranking him at all? What if—

“Now then,” the toad laced her stubby fingers together, interrupting these intrusive thoughts. “Follow me.” She turned on her bright pink heel and clicked down the corridor.

James had no intention of following her. Just as he began to turn in the opposite direction, she stopped and shouted over her shoulder, “Mr. Potter! You will spend the remaining evenings of your school career in my office if you do not follow me!”

That idea did not appeal much to James. He didn't know precisely what was going on, but obviously this woman held some sort of authority he wasn't aware of. So, reluctantly, he followed after her.

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Read Chapter 5 here.

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Notes: Okay next one we get into some fun shenanigans with certain red headed twins...and also back to the rest of the Marauders with Harry's POV. This is SO FUN TO WRITE.

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[nichenarratives]

Frozen Hearts 3

[Atlas talks to Mordecai about recent decisions.]

3. Regrets

Consciousness returns slowly, trickles of sensation flowing into a scattered mind, confusing and jumbled as Mordecai drags himself from the numbing comfortable blankness. At first, he's aware of very little; a roaring heat in his face and a heaviness around his body that seems to echo in his head; his thoughts are sluggish, his throat is thick and unresponsive, and an unusual leaden quality lingers in his limbs.

It's a chore to simply open his eyes. He squints, pince nez absent, but a raging fire is unmistakable in the old, familiar hearth as yellows, oranges and reds scald his retinas. Mordecai hisses and cringes, narrowing his eyes to slits in an attempt to lessen the sudden migraine they encourage, dragging the blanket wrapped around him over his face for a moment to allow his brain to catch up.

He soon wishes he hadn't, as he becomes aware not only of a deep cold in his bones but a sharp pain in his right arm - numerous sharp pains peppering his flesh, in fact. There's a radiating ache through the same shoulder too, spreading between his shoulder blades and sending sharp twangs up his neck. An attempt to move his arm sends fire down the length of it and he inhales sharply, squeezing his eyes shut with a low gasp, wishing he'd just stayed unconscious.

"Easy, Mordy. Try t'breathe normal, get that air in ya head." The advice goes mostly unheard, though Mordecai makes a concerted effort not to gasp again with someone else in the room. He inhales through bared teeth as the warm air sends another shudder rolling through his aching body, his left hip and right leg now throbbing in rhythm with his racing heart. He feels like a popsicle, refusing to thaw. "Quack's comin', an' I made a cuppa tea. You wanna sit up and drink it?"

Sitting up sounds like an awful idea. He tries to shake his head, but moving his neck sends a shooting pain down his entire right and Mordecai groans. Bare feet pass his head as Zib sets a china cup down nearby, then sentiments lost in translation, the tuxedo is little more than a painful ragdoll as the musician slips his arms under the triggerman's armpits and with a grunt of his own, hauls Mordecai off the rug and across to an armchair, legs dragging useless on the wooden boards. "C'mon… Heller. Help me out, would ya?"

Mordecai isn't in a state to help. His limbs won't comply and his brain remains fuzzy, distracted by the immense pain now apparent in his ribs and face. Grunting when he's deposited roughly into a chair, he finds himself left awkwardly angled against the backrest. Having staggered under his meager weight and not entirely sober, Zib sighs with relief and wipes a bead of sweat from his brow once he's done.

"Or don't," Zib mutters a touch sourly, then cringes as the usually snippy tuxedo does little more than reposition with his left arm as leverage, hissing quietly in pain. His right arm notably stays protectively to his chest, rigid and unused. Zib runs a hand through his hair guiltily. "Sorry, man. I'm not good at this shit. I just wanna play the fuckin' sax an' call it a nigh', you know?"

From what Mordecai has experienced, it's generally better not to become proficient at getting injured. To onlookers, he seems to have an affinity for it though; this is his third injury requiring a doctor or surgeon in two years, with a multitude of minor injuries between. He has scars in the double digits, if you know where to look for them, most over precariously vital organs or important blood vessels and a fraction of an inch too shallow to cause disaster.

By all accounts, he should be dead a half dozen times over, as if he wants to die in a mundane skirmish over liquor.

Survival instincts stronger than willing submission, Mordecai also has a flair for pulling through with honest reflexes, snap decisions or simply by the skin of his teeth on sheer grace of fortune. He's cost Lackadaisy more in medical bills in his twenty-four months tenure than any coworker before him - he's personally doctored the fees out of company ledgers - a concerning amount, if Atlas weren't fond of him, but repeat offenses eventually might cost the hitman such allowances.

His work history has always been tumultuous; his boss back in New York City paid for the Heller family's new house, the funds skimmed off the criminal syndicate's profits not long before Mordecai fled the state. The young tom had taken advantage of their disjointed hierarchy to embezzle funds, a tactic that worked flawlessly for over a year. He managed to accrue almost seven thousand dollars in eighteen months and had been on the cusp of spending it when his scheme fell through.

It had been hard to respect a mob who's key players were more gullible than a child. Hiding the money laundering had been easy. Maintaining a façade of obedient mediocrity far less so. He'd had to pretend to be just intelligent enough to be useful, without drawing suspicion or focus from those he needed to avoid. It was a balancing act, one he played well until some nosy middle manager took a closer look at his cooked books on a whim, fracturing his success.

Mordecai wishes his could find joy in his work, but he does not. Whether it's clean assassination to clearing out a warehouse, interrogations, torture or mutilation, he's only disgusted by what he's willing to do for this charming man, a soul he's known only a few years. He's been sucked into the very same world he fled from and been crafted into a finely honed weapon, one so deadly, even coworkers fear him.

His heart may be of ice, his soul corrupted, but a sharp mind remains in turmoil, recalling all he's done for Atlas May.

Raised by a traditional Jewish mother and following all the teachings of his faith until adolescence, Mordecai Heller is not the man he was destined to be. If Hashem destined his life to be this way, then his faith had been misplaced, and he cannot believe the deity his mother so adamantly believed in could be so cruel. By extension, his corruption - and his failure to rectify it - are his own, and with that clarity comes a deep self loathing that can't be put into words.

"Drink this." He's snapped from introspection by the gravelly voice, just in time to have a test cup and saucer placed in his lap, the latter scalding on his legs. A cold hand comes to touch the delicate porcelain, but he doesn't raise the drink to his lips, simply stares down into the cup with distant eyes, another shudder rippling through his thin frame with the new heat on his skin. "I put a drop of whiskey in it. Mitzi says it'll help with th'shock. You in shock, Mordy? Can ya hear me? Cause you ain't even insulted me yet, an' that's worryin'."

A door opens and closes, but Mordecai doesn't look up from his tea. It's got milk, an unsettling pale brown concoction that smells far too sweet to comfortably ingest, but he doesn't complain. He doesn't even notice Zib straighten beside him, the voices in the room becoming hazy and indistinguishable as a ringing starts in his ears. He's vaguely aware of the broken glass in his arm, of the swelling turning the right side of his muzzle into a balloon, but it's all inconsequential as the world fades from focus and seems to tilt like it had when he crashed.

"Go wait for Doctor Quack outside," a deep, level voice cuts through the haze cleanly, filling Mordecai with nausea and relief all at once. He doesn't need to look up to know Atlas has entered the room. Zib's absence is finally noted, as is a thickness in the air. Olive eyes glance up and immediately meet stern, narrowed yellows. Mordecai shudders, but not from the cold, and averts his gaze. "And send Mitzi to bed. She doesn't need to see any more tonight."

The musician mumbles his affirmations and heads out to the cafe beyond, closing the adjoining door softly behind him. For the briefest of moments, it's silent beside the crackle of the fire. The tom cradles the teacup in his good hand as his tail wraps around his left ankle, large ears folding back and shrinking into the armchair in submission. For some reason, he feels an inordinate amount of shame, but can't pinpoint the cause by the time Atlas sighs and rubs his temples.

Slow steps pad closer but Mordecai doesn't look up, eyes fixed on the fire, body intermittently shivering as the last of the cold leaches from his bones. His skin is still icy, but his core has warmed considerably since waking up, slowly reinvigorating his brain. He wishes it was still dormant as Atlas pads behind the chair and stops, staring at dancing flames over the tuxedo's head.

"You're done," the man finally says in a quiet tone, a crackle of burning wood almost swallowing the statement. Sick to his stomach, Mordecai finally looks up to find the striped businessman already blandly staring down at him. Yellow eyes hold no apology, his expression set into a grim frown. The triggerman flattens his ears and sinks further into his seat as Atlas continues."Once Quack's fixed you up, you're to clear out your room."

"Mr. May-"

"Viktor has agreed to house you until you're recovered," the tiger-esque man continues, looking back to the fire as he slips a hand into his robe pocket and withdraws a cigar, the end already clipped for swift ignition. A box of matches soon follows, one extracted and struck, then cast into the fire after the cigar smokes in fine lips. "I'll write a glowing reference for your bookkeeping skills tomorrow morning."

"Atlas-"

"You're fired." The response is sharp and loud enough to make the tom flinch. Atlas doesn't seem to care, continuing on in the same vein. "Our contract ended when you totaled one of my cars on a whim, Mr. Heller. You attempted to drive in a snowstorm, without a license or prior approval. You're fortunate to be alive, more so I'm covering damages and medical fees, and you will clear out your room and be gone before the Little Daisy opens tomorrow. Am I clear?"

His chest feels tight, ribs aching as he inhales. "Perfectly so, Mr. May."

He doesn't respond but stares back intensely, a smoldering cigar pinned between pale lips until eventually, he drags on it, takes hold of the bulbous wrapping and draws it away to exhale the smoke over the tuxedo's head. Only then, as the choking smoke descends on Mordecai, does he finally turn and exit the room without another word, leaving his former prodigal triggerman to wallow in a mess of his own design.

[riverxsong-ao3]

Hermione was cut off by a sudden, very loud explosion under their table, and the air filled with a thick, acrid smoke. Coughing and choking, the six of them shoved back hard from the table, their chairs scraping on the floor as they each made a desperate bid for freedom from the noxious cloud. Madam Pince was upon them in seconds.

“What’s the meaning of this?!” she screeched, reaching for her wand. “What have you miscreants done to my library?!”

“It wasn’t us, Madam Pince!” Pansy choked out. “Someone must’ve rolled some kind of smoke bomb under our table! We were only trying to study for exams.”

The librarian scoffed in disbelief, clearing the smoke away with a wave of her wand. Tom’s blood ran cold and his brain suddenly stopped processing as the table came back into view. It couldn’t be – it simply couldn’t be –

“Out!” shrieked Madam Pince. “All of you, out! And don’t think about coming back before the weekend is up!”

“My bag…” Tom murmured, shaking. “My book bag is missing…”

“Er, sorry, Madam Pince,” Hermione said, looking very apologetic indeed. “We’ll just gather our things and be on our way.”

“Harry,” Tom faltered, “my book bag – it was right by the chair, and now it’s gone.”

“Tom, are you okay?” Harry asked, reaching out for his hand. “You’ve gone as pale as the Bloody Baron.”

“It’s over here, mate,” Ron called, poking his head out from behind a bookshelf. “One of us must’ve kicked it in all the confusion.”

Tom snatched the bag from Ron’s arms the moment he was in reach, but before he could check its contents, he and the others were unceremoniously shooed from the library as Madam Pince lectured them on decorum and proper library usage. As soon as they were in the corridor he dropped to the ground and began to furiously rifle through it.

“Tom, what’s going on?” asked Draco. “We just got kicked out of the library and you’re concerned about your books?”

Tom ignored him. “It has to be here,” he muttered. “It can’t be gone… can’t be…”

Harry fell to his knees in front of him with a look of sudden, horrified understanding on his face. “Tom, surely you don’t mean – your diary?”

It wasn’t there. Tom knew it wasn’t there, knew he couldn’t feel that fizzling light of connection between him and the piece of his soul, but he tore through the contents of his bag anyway, desperately searching for that small black leatherbound book that was so undeniably precious to him.

His hands shook as they stilled on the last scrap of parchment – there was no denying it now. He looked up, his eyes meeting Harry’s and his teeth chattering as his terror bled away into anger.

“They took it again, didn’t they?” Harry asked softly.

Tom’s screams of rage were heard all the way down to the Great Hall.

[holmesillustrations]

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All Sidney Paget illustrations are for the Strand Jul 1891 - Dec 1904

"He took two swift steps to the whip." Case of Identity Characters: Holmes, James Windibank

"He bowed solemnly to both of us." Blue Carbuncle Characters: Holmes, Watson, Henry Baker

"With a look of grief and despair." Beryl Coronet Characters: Watson, Holmes, Alexander Holder

"How far to Wallington?" Cardboard Box Characters: Watson, Holmes

"This was the place indicated." Musgrave Ritual Characters: Holmes, Musgrave

"It's Charcoal," he cried." Greek Interpreter Characters: Holmes, Mycroft, Gregson, Watson

"His body was discovered." Hound of the Baskervilles Characters: Sir Charles Baskerville, Barrymore

"The shadow of Sherlock Holmes." Hound of the Baskervilles Characters: Watson

"Colonel Moran sprang forward, with a snarl of rage." Empty House Characters: Lestrade, Watson, Holmes, Moran, Police

"I heard him chuckle as the light fell upon a patched Dunlop tyre." Priory School Characters: Watson, Holmes

"It was young Stanley Hopkins, a promising detective." Golden Pince-nez Characters: Watson, Hopkins

"The Premier snatched the blue envelope from his hand." Second Stain Characters: Watson, Holmes, Trelawney, Lord Bellinger

[balu8]

Pince Namor the Sub-Mariner #8: In the Rage of Battle

by Roy Thomas; John Buscema; Dan Adkins and Sam Rosen

Marvel

[libellule-ao3]

Life Links

14. Ben Copper/ Monster

Summary: How did Ben Copper get there? A series of unfortunate circumstances.

⚠️Warning: Violence, Implicit abuse, Feeling of extreme loneliness, dark, Fenrir Greyback, ⚠️

A/N: This chapter was written at a time when Ben was considering a career as an Auror. It also explores the idea that an outcast ultimately chooses to stand by a "monster" rather than be alone and shunned by everyone. Which makes for a pretty dark chapter.

Chapter index - previous chapter (Irma Pince) - next chapter (Merula Snyde) -

The efforts of hundreds of wands united in a single purpose pierce the dome that protects the thousand-year-old school. Attacked from all sides, the protection collapses piece by piece, scattering reddish residues of magic into the night. Like the others, Ben Copper casts uninterrupted salvos of offensive spells to eliminate any trace of the impenetrable barrier.Behind him, the bloodthirsty werewolf, Fenrir Greyback, urges them to use more magic, more effort... more rage!

Ben Copper does not bear the Dark Mark. Yet, he joined the Death Eaters of his own free will. He, a Muggle-born.

The paradox!

The man of today left behind him the boy trembling under Merula Snyde's bullying, like a leaf beaten by a storm, the ridiculous student with multiple phobias isolating him from everyone, the reckless teenager rushing headlong into danger because he had something to prove, a life to justify and another, lost forever, to avenge.

Buoyed by Rowan's sacrifice, the wizard embarked on a career as an Auror alongside Tonks, Talbott Winger and Annie Thorn. A way for him to take part in the evil's eradication that plagues the world. Their training has been a long and bumpy road that has highlighted mental instability and a pathological propensity to take reckless risks that could turn him into danger to himself and others. In order not to be expelled, Ben Copper fought against himself to correct his nature and, in the end, he graduated with honours, his results surpassing even those of Annie and Talbott.

He soon received his placement, a quartet composed of personalities as different as they are complementary. His first mission: to solve a series of murders, the barbarity of which, judging by the corpses, would have turned the guts of a butcher. After a long investigation, Ben and his team tried to arrest a suspect.

After falling into a trap, two teammates were subjected to the Imperius Curse. Manipulated, blackmailed, pushed to their deepest limits, they all experienced Hell before managing to free themselves from this deleterious grip and regain the upper hand. Shocked by the sadism of this bloodthirsty assassin and determined to prevent him from doing any further harm, the young Auror eliminated him. If Sirius Black knew how to take advantage of the loopholes in Azkaban, this guy would have been able to do it too. The prospect of this demon regaining his freedom was both terrifying and unacceptable. For Ben, a radical solution was needed.

The outraged disapproval of his teammates still rings in his ears.

They called him a "monster"! In a panic, Ben falsified all the witness memories to make it look like self-defence. It wasn't legal. It wasn't moral, either. But it was damn right. Ben did society a favour by killing that sadist! Because he was working for justice, Ben didn't deserve a stay in Azkaban for the death of that murderer. Why did they refuse to understand?

Observant and perceptive, Alastor Moody found out. He demanded Ben's resignation before he retired. Excluded from a society he wanted to serve with all his soul, the wizard's isolation was the fertile ground for the growth of the worst seed.

Hate grows in the voids of existence. And the void, Ben, was full of it.

Later, Voldemort controlled the Ministry of Magic, which created a Muggle-born Registration Commission, an administration designed to discriminate and weed out the wizards like Ben. Abandoned by all and forced to rely only on himself, the ex-Auror lived in total destitution in hiding, until one day the Snatchers dragged him to the feet of Fenrir Greyback, the alpha among outcasts. A morbid fear had frozen his bones as he recognised the man, the beast... The monster.

A ruthless predator voluntarily at Voldemort's command, waiting to build up enough Werewolf troops to overthrow those wizards on all sides who unanimously despise lycanthropy.

So Copper had an idea. Since the wizarding world didn't want him, Ben would reject it in turn and drown the resentment that consumed him in blood.

"Make me a werewolf."

After the stupor, Fenrir grinned carnivorously. Greed glinted in his dilated pupils. Greyback didn't know it yet, but they were made of the same wood. Men who will do anything to achieve their goals. Hardliners.

"I enjoy biting kids better... They're more tender," Greyback hummed, licking his lips obscenely.

Nevertheless, the alpha pounced on him and gave the blond a painful glimpse of the violence of his dominance instincts before imprisoning him until the next full moon that has made him a new werewolf.

A large, muscular hand ruffles Ben's blond hair. The ex-auror submits willingly to this treatment, which is not at all affectionate.

He is no longer alone.

Never again alone.

A shadow clouds his large brown eyes. At the signal, the entire pack sets off. Ben is in the front line. He is strong, powerful. Copper runs, adrenalin runs through his veins. An army of animated stone statues in a tight row stands in his way. Not for long. His magic makes his wand twinkle.

"Flipendo Maxima!"

Part of the first line of defense collapses on the second, as Acromentulas slither between the stone legs, or advance over the rubble. Other wizards follow suit. The haphazard steps of the trolls and the slow, heavy steps of the giants make the ground tremble under his feet. As in a game of dominoes, the second line of statues topples the third, then the fourth. The fifth resists. But no matter!

The Battle only just begun!

[opera-ghosts]

OTD in Music History: Composer Anton Bruckner (1824 – 1896) is born in Austria. Bruckner is widely considered to be one of the greatest symphonists in history. Gustav Mahler (1860 – 1911), who studied with him, called Bruckner his own “forerunner.” Bruckner was also one of the best organists of his day, although curiously he wrote no major works for that instrument. In his personal life, however, Bruckner was one of the weirdest guys around – an extremely awkward man with a raging inferiority complex who was regularly bullied by his more socially adept colleagues (many of whom literally tinkered with his symphonies, which now exist in a confusing myriad of different versions as a result). Bruckner experienced extended periods of crippling depression; suffered from severe OCD; was a lifelong bachelor who was constantly trying to marry teenage girls even into his old age; and had a morbid fascination with death (after his mother died, he commissioned a portrait photograph of her corpse which he thereafter displayed on his desk). On the latter point, Bruckner developed an extreme obsession with viewing dead bodies. He became a frequent visitor at funeral parlors and random funerals, and he even (unsuccessfully) sought permission to exhume the body of his dead cousin. When the remains of Ludwig van Beethoven (1770 – 1827) and Franz Schubert (1798 – 1828) were exhumed to be moved to Vienna’s Central Cemetery in 1888, Bruckner “fingered and kissed the skulls of both composers.” He also allegedly dropped a lens from his pince-nez into Beethoven’s coffin, where it presumably still remains to this day... PICTURED: A c. 1910s real photo postcard showing the elderly Bruckner.

Given Bruckner’s obsession with death, it is hardly surprising that he gave very specific instructions on how to deal with his own dead body. In October 1896, he died at age 72 in Vienna. His body was initially released for viewing at the St. Charles Church in Vienna, and then five days later he arrived back at the St. Florian Monastery in his hometown of Linz, where he had served as the organist for many years. Between the viewing in Vienna and the burial in Linz, however, a certain “Professor Paltauf” had mummified Bruckner’s body – just as the composer had specified in his Will. Bruckner was then buried in a coffin *with a glass plate inserted into the lid*, so that his mummified face could be easily viewed by curious onlookers in perpetuity. In 1996, in preparations for Bruckner’s centenary celebrations, monastery authorities discovered that Bruckner’s mummy had begun to decay. They arranged for the mummy to take a secret restoration trip over to Switzerland… and after being “restored” in both body and clothing, Bruckner was returned to Linz, where officials declared the project a resounding success, proclaiming that it looked “like he just died yesterday.” Judge for yourself at https://www.abruckner.com/editorsnote/features/talesofthecrypt/therepairofantonbr/

[moonchild-things]

Chapter Fourteen: Valentine’s Day Date

Summary: Beauxbaton’s biggest prankster has finally been expelled from the French boarding school. Having limited choices, Iris Evans is sent to join her sister at Hogwarts. As she adjusts to the new scenery, Lily’s twin makes new friends with a different array of people. Though there was no doubt that she would become friends with the Marauders.  

Word Count: 6601 

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"OH, MERLIN!" IRIS EXCLAIMED OUT IN EXASPERATION as she buried her head into her arms that rested on the table in front of her. She huffed out harshly and sat up in order to rub her temple in obvious annoyance.

"What?" Wendy asked as she looked up from her textbook with furrowed eyebrows.

The group of Gryffindor girls were all tucked into a cozy corner in the library in the school. Lily and Wendy had thought that it would be a good idea to spend their Saturday afternoon studying. It may only be February, but that didn't mean that it was too early to study for any tests and such coming up soon. Alice also decided to join the group for the day. Seeing as Frank had gone off with a few of their other friends, Alice was left to study. And what's better than studying with a couple of friends?

Amidst the girls reading their notes and writing on parchment, Iris had suddenly abandoned her Herbology textbook in favor of trying to calm down her raging headache. The light pounding sensation in the back of her skull was growing exponentially and distracting her immensely. It didn't matter if she wanted to actually take the time to study that day. The throb in the back of her head was preventing her from concentrating on one thing for more than a few minutes.

"My head is killing me," she hissed out in reply.

Lily spared her sister a glance for a moment by looking up from her own textbook and notes. "Maybe you should go see Madam Pomfrey, she'll have something to soothe your headache."

Iris scoffed, "that woman will blame me for having this bloody headache."

Alice stared at the younger girl with concern lacing her honey-kissed eyes heavily, "you've been complaining of headaches a lot, right?"

"I guess," she shrugged her shoulders.

Marlene nodded her head, "maybe it's allergies or something."

Iris gave her a blank expression before shaking her head in denial. "No, I'm not allergic to anything. It must be something else…"

Wendy placed a hand on Iris' shoulder while putting down her quill. "If you're not feeling well, maybe you should take a nap." She shot a look across that table at Lily who was about ready to interject at the idea. The other Evans girl deflated any argument she had when she was the look that Wendy was staring at her with. Wendy then flashed Iris a reassuring smile that egged her on to get some rest back in their dorm. "We can meet back up at dinner if you're up to it."

Iris weighed the options in her mind for a moment. It only took her a few seconds for her to agree to it. "That's fine with me!" There was obviously a clear winner between the two options. Choosing between either staying with the small group to be nagged by her sister and forced to study or go back to the dorm and get cozy in her own bed was a no brainer. She abruptly stood up from her seat which she regretted as soon as she did. She groaned slightly and swayed on her feet while steadying herself on the table. "Yeah, a nap is a really good idea."

Iris gathered her belongings and lazily stuffed them into her satchel and swinging onto her shoulder. She gave the group of studious girls a two finger salute and started to back out of the library. "Feel better, Iris!" Marlene called which earned her a glare and harsh 'shh' from the strict librarian, Madam Pince.

Iris trotted out of the library and sighed out heavily through her nose. Now she could breathe without inhaling that musky scent of ancient books that clung to every inch of the library. Though she was quite certain that the scent had latched itself onto her clothes. Taking a shower before she took a quick nap didn't seem like a bad idea.

She cringed suddenly and cradled her head as she slowly walked through the corridor. The hammering in the inside of her mind felt horrible! She was in desperate need of something to stop the pain. The idea of getting back to her dorm and laying down in her bed while Shadow curled up next to her underneath her heavy, warm blanket kept her from falling flat on her face due to the pain.

She didn't know what brought on these… headaches nearly every day. What she did know was that they were growing far more intense than when they first started which was just after they returned back to school from winter break. She had no idea what could have caused it to happen… but they also started around the time that her friends had first started to act strange around her.

As she was stuck in her head trying to distract herself from the pain as well as figure out where the pain was coming from, Iris barely registered the fact that her steps were growing sluggish. She stopped for a moment to steady herself on the stone wall of the corridor to collect herself. She huffed heavily through her nose and shut her eyes tightly. She opened them again only to groan. Her sight had grown blurry and focused on the most random of things around her. She pushed herself away from the wall and tried to walk straight only to stumble and trip on her feet.

"Whoa!" A sudden pair of arms caught her before she face-planted onto the stone. A chuckle broke through the chill February air in the corridor, "I knew you were falling for me, love."

Iris' foggy eyes tried their best to focus on the person who had so graciously stopped her from falling. She blinked her eyes multiple times and could now see a mass of shaggy black hair, stormy grey eyes and a smug smirk. The corners of her pale pink lips turned upward in a small smile that soon turned into a grimace.

"That was terrible, even for you." She did her best to tease him, however, there was a tenseness in her voice that made it quite obvious she was uncomfortable in some way.

Of course, Sirius noticed this and tightened his hold around her in order to straighten her properly. The two of them stared at each other for a moment. Iris obviously trying to keep her eyes in focus while Sirius was trying to find what was wrong with her. "Are you okay?"

Iris huffed, "I'm fine, only a little headache. Why do you keep asking that?" The two of them started to walk once again. This time, Iris used Sirius as a support as he guided her where she wanted. Her eyes, though still slightly unfocused, hardened as she glanced at him, "you ask me that every time you see me. What makes you think I'm not okay."

Sirius stared at her plainly, "because you are the epitome of 'okay' right now." He gestured to the fact that Iris was having trouble even standing up even though he was helping her do so. He sighed heavily and looked away from her as they walked in silence for a long moment. However, he couldn't help himself from glancing at her every once and a while as they slowly walked through the corridor. "I'm just worried is all, love."

Iris eyes finally cleared enough to focus on her surroundings. They flickered over to stare at the teenage boy's face. She couldn't help herself but smile slightly at his words. Her stomach started to flip at while her insides felt fuzzy. She nudged his shoulder with her own, "Sirius Black is worried about me? Whoa!" She teased, "don't I feel special!"

Sirius rolled his eyes and chuckled under his breath, "you should. Now, where are you headed off to?"

"The dorms." Iris simply answered, "I've got a terrible headache and the girls suggested taking a nap before dinner."

The boy's eyebrows furrowed, "oh, really?"

"Yeah," her nose scrunched up(adorably, Sirius mentally noted), "my head has been killing me for a while now… Marlene thought it was allergies or something-"

"It isn't though," the shaggy-haired teen instantly commented. He had learned a lot about Iris. He knows about every aspect of her personality, obviously, her likes and dislikes, and some small things like her allergies. Which was nothing, Iris wasn't allergic to anything. He knew that for certain. After their constant midnight rendezvous, the two of them knew just about everything about each other… Well, almost everything…

Iris nodded her head, "that's what I told them! Still, a nap may help with my head."

Sirius nodded his own head and hummed in agreement. "Sleep will definitely help."

They allowed each other to enjoy the others company as they waltzed together towards the Gryffindor tower. Sirius kept his arm wrapped around Iris' waist as she leaned into him. Whether he kept her close out of worry for her or just his desire to hold her close was slightly muddled in Sirius' mind. However, neither one of them complained about it.

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Soon enough, their walk back to the Gryffindor common room had come to an end. That was something that Iris was grateful for. She knew that if she had to keep walking for even a few more seconds she would have collapsed! Hogwarts was a beautiful school, there was no doubt about that, however, it proved to be a hassle to have to get around in.

"Hippogriff," Sirius spoke the password to the fat lady who smiled at the two widely. The portrait door swung open and allowed Sirius to practically drag the redhead in.

Iris let out a satisfied sigh as she threw herself onto the first comfy place she could find which was the armchair right next to the fireplace. There was no fire licking at some brittle wood in the stone fireplace. It was too early for that at the moment. Besides the flames would have only worked against Iris and made her warmer. It was better that the fire was not lit.

There were a few other students in the common room. There was also no doubt a lot more up in their dorms. They just didn't have the privilege of having friends who forced them to be awake at the ungodly hours of a Saturday morning to study. The girls all gossiped with each other in the back corners of the rooms while the boys horsed around with each other. The noise only caused Iris' head to pound some more. However, she was far too lazy to move at that moment.

Despite Iris being in an uncomfortable state, Sirius couldn't help himself but chuckle at her position. He found it quite adorable how she was draped over the chair in exhaustion and she looked about ready to pass out in that spot. Though he didn't want her to be uncomfortable in the common room. He knew she would much rather be in her own bed.

"Come one, Iris," he walked over to her as her head lolled to the side.

She hummed, "just leave me here, it'll be fine." The pull of sleep was already pulling on her and she didn't feel like making the trek upstairs to her bed. Besides, she'd have to go to dinner anyway and staying downstairs insured that she would go instead of being in her dorm all night. Sleep would help with her headache and eating some food may do the same.

Sirius shook his head, "can't do that, love. You need to rest." He stood over the barely conscious teen and tried to pull her up.

She groaned in annoyance, "oh, leave me alone!"

"You're almost there, Iris. Just walk upstairs and you can get into your bed." The boy couldn't help himself but laugh at her reluctance to get up.

Iris huffed, "but I'm so comfortable here!"

"Yeah, but you'll have to deal with all these people down here."

She took a quick glance around the room to see all of the loud students. She knew that she could probably fall asleep with all the noise, as she could sleep through anything, however, she would much rather be alone right now. She pouted and looked up at Sirius through her long lashes. She reached out to him, "take me up there then!"

Sirius barked out in laughter, "you know that I can't get up those stairs, love."

Iris groaned, "but it's too far!"

The teenage boy contemplated his next move. Getting Iris upstairs was going to be a challenge… However, an idea popped into his head. "Tell you what," Sirius smirked, "you get up there yourself, you might get something in return."

Iris perked up slightly, "what do I get?"

"Well, tomorrow is Valentine's Day…" He trailed off and kept the smirk on his face prominent. However, he was just about eating himself from the inside out. A certain feeling bubbled up in his stomach and began to corrode his body, oddly, starting with his heart. It seemed like only Iris' answer could either halt the corrosive feeling of worry from killing Sirius on the spot or make it worse. He gnawed at the inside of his cheek and waited impatiently for her to speak.

Her foggy mind had taken a second to try and comprehend what he was trying to say. Though, to her confusion, her own stomach had started to feel fuzzy and slightly queasy. She couldn't really place the feeling at that moment but decided to push it away to think about later. "Okay…"

Sirius licked his lips, "well, I think, taking you out to Hogsmeade tomorrow will definitely give you a reason to get better."

Iris stared at him with big eyes as her irises flashed quickly with surprise. She opened and closed her mouth a few times as if she was mimicking a fish. This wasn't the first time that she had been asked out. She couldn't count the number of times someone had stammered out the infamous question: "Do you want to go on a date with me?" The redhead had heard the question as if it was a broken record ever since she was about twelve. Much to their dismay, Iris almost always turned them down. She had rarely said yes to anyone.

However, when she was twelve, she went on her first date. A French boy had asked her out in their second year, and she couldn't say no to him. Long story short, Iris had vowed never to go on a date again. It was in no way an enjoyable experience for her which swayed Iris from ever thinking about going on a date with anyone in her future, ever. Now that didn't mean she couldn't tease the boys like she usually does. She gained too much entertainment from doing that to just give it up!

Yet, even though Sirius didn't say those exact words, Iris was completely flustered at what he said. No matter who had asked her out, she was always able to turn them down in a heartbeat. Now with Sirius… she was genuinely considering agreeing with his terms.

"You think so?" She questioned with her eyebrow raised.

The teenage boy gulped and slowly nodded his head. The anxiety that was slowly pooling in the bottom of his stomach was slowly starting to bubble even further under Iris' gaze. He cleared his throat, "yeah."

Iris tapped her chin in contemplation, "some fresh air would be good tomorrow…"

"And who better to spend time with on Valentine's Day than me," Sirius purred as he tried to keep his confident demeanor.

The girl chuckled lightly and tried to stand up without falling onto the floor. She needed a little bit of help from Sirius stabilizing herself once she was on her feet but other than that she was okay. "All right, I'll bite. Tomorrow, Hogsmeade." The two started to make their way towards the stairs that lead up to the girl's dorms. She turned around to face him while biting her lip and leaning up to whisper in his ear, "And just to let you know… I don't like being disappointed, darling."

Sirius' heartbeat became erratic as he was certain this girl was going to give him a heart attack. He composed himself the best he could, "I can promise you that you certainly won't be disappointed, love."

Iris flashed him a fleeting smirk before she slowly walked upstairs to the dorm. She ascended the stairs and left the giddy boy at the bottom who was just about bursting with excitement. His smirk was wide as he turned on his heels towards the portrait hole. He couldn't wait to tell his friends that he had gotten a date with Iris Evans.

Upstairs in her dorm, Iris was finishing up changing her clothes into something more comfortable to sleep in for a few hours. The joyous feeling in her chest was not going away any time soon, she knew. She actually wasn't sure if she would be able to go to sleep now that she was fueled by her interaction with Sirius. She hopped into her bed as Shadow came over to her and rested right next to her. She ran her hand through his fur as the thoughts of what she was going to do tomorrow with Sirius ran rampant in her mind. She allowed herself to slowly fall asleep to those thoughts as she could feel herself getting better already.

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Lily groaned as she had half the mind to start banging her head against the dinner table in complete annoyance. The insufferable James Potter, in her words, was smirking widely right next to her in the Great Hall. She was so hoping on not seeing the teen at all that day. Well, really she was hoping to not see him at all that weekend. Tomorrow was Valentine's Day and she was all too aware with how he acted around this time. She had already suffered quite a lot of pestering from James the other day in Charms. However, no matter how many times he asked, she would always say no!

"Oh, come on, Lily!" James exclaimed with a pout, "just one date!"

The redhead rolled her eyes, "no, Potter! How many times do I have to say it?!"

"Until you say yes."

His cocky reply caused the frustrated girl to huff loudly and turn away from him. She was faced with a smirk that looked almost identical to her own. Though the differing brown eyes that gazed at her in amusement shined in the candlelight. "Oh, lighten up, Lil," Iris commented as she started to shovel some mash potatoes onto her plate.

"Shut up, Iris!" Lily grumbled as she took a gulp from her goblet. "That infuriating boy needs to stop pestering me over something that will never happen."

Iris raised an eyebrow with a laugh, "never say never."

The seat besides Lily and Iris were then taken by their friends, Marlene and Wendy, who were babbling about something random for the night. The twins were both certain that the two had gone off to ogle at some boys by the Black Lake or something. Marlene and Wendy had gone off on their own while Lily had to get Iris. Lily had gone to get Iris from their dorm and found her napping pleasantly in her bed with her cat. She didn't really want to wake up her sister, however, she knew that Iris would need to eat something for the night. She would also be chewed out in the morning when Iris woke up to find out that she missed a meal.

Of course, the Marauders had obviously arrived for dinner on time. Hell would have frozen over if they were even a few minutes late for something like food. To Lily's dismay, James had sat right next to his self-proclaimed lady-love as Sirius hopped into the seat next to his own redhead. As soon as he sat down, James had been bothering Lily with the same proposal he had been making ever since their first year. And Lily still said 'no' every time.

"Oh," Lily commented, "'never say never', all right, so when are you and your boyfriend going on a date, Iris?" She tried to turn the tables on her sister in order to get back at her. Iris had been denying all year about her not being interested in Sirius at all. If she could find any way to ease her own pain with James, it would be teasing Iris about her relationship with Sirius. She just knew that Iris would be annoyed with her statement which caused her to smirk widely in satisfaction.

Iris didn't rise to the bait and just smirked as she grabbed her goblet and took a sip, indifferent to Lily's teasing. "Tomorrow."

Lily stared at her with wide eyes as her jaw just about hit the table. She really wasn't expecting that. James was also surprised as he choked on his food for a moment and had to be saved by Remus. Sirius tried to look just as passive as Iris though he didn't succeed as well as her. He was just able to stop himself from growing outwardly flustered and blushing and decided to substitute it with a sly smirk. Wendy and Marlene were just about holding onto the excitement that was bubbling up in their chests and giggles that wanted to bust out of their mouths. And, as always, Peter was out of place next to Sirius and didn't know how to react fully. Merlin, that boy is was clueless most of the time.

"Wh-what!?" Lily was able to sputter out through her shock.

Iris just turned to her in confusion though there was playfulness dancing in her eyes. "I answered your question, sister dearest, what's surprising about that?"

Lily just stared at her before turning to Marlene next to her. The brunette was also speechless and staring at Iris with excitement burning in her chest. Unlike Lily, both Marlene and Wendy had been waiting for such a long time to see some sort of progression in their relationship. Whether it was Sirius who made the first move or Iris(which seemed to be more likely) didn't matter! The two of them were holding their breath on the subject and it seemed now they could finally breathe. "Did she say tomorrow?" Marlene could only nod her head dumbly. Lily turned back to her sister and the shaggy-hair boy next to her. She pointed between the two of them, "you're going on a date tomorrow!?"

"Did you really think that Iris would be able to resist me for so long?" Sirius asked arrogantly while running a hand through his hair.

Iris tsked, "you are so full of yourself, you know that."

"Which is exactly why you said yes to the date, love."

"Oh, I'm not so sure about that."

"You're right. I'm sure it's because you-"

"Okay!" Remus cut in, "whoa! Great, I'm so glad that you two are finally going out, but can you leave the flirting for your date."

Iris and Sirius shared a glance and smirk with each other before shrugging their shoulders. "Fine, fine," they both chuckled.

With the flirting stopped for the moment and the group barely getting over their shock about the troublemaker's date, they all dug into their dinner. Of course, Lily kept stealing weird glances at her sister and Sirius. She shouldn't be surprised by the fact that they were going on a date, honestly. She knew that the two would get together at some point. However, she was just… baffled that it happened so suddenly. She knew that Iris loved messing with boys and such, yet she was almost always against going on a date. That was why she teased her so much because she knew that Iris would never agree to go on a date. Well, she thought. Apparently, Iris had been whittled down by the troublesome boy. Lily could only shake her head and eat her dinner as Marlene and Wendy tried to engage her into a conversation about tomorrow. Merlin, the two of them were certain that the three of them would follow Sirius and Iris on their date. However, Lily really didn't want to see what those two got up to.

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Iris waited patiently in the front courtyard of the school. She bundled herself up in her orange and red jumper with her hands tucked tightly in her pockets. Her pale hands were like blocks of ice! She should really think about investing in some mittens. She brushed her short hair out of her eyes as the chilly wind blew it in her face. Iris had been waiting for only a few moments for Sirius to show up.

Before the two had gone to bed, they had agreed to meet up in front of the school and head down to the carriages together. Of course, Lily, Wendy, Marlene, and Alice(and Frank who Alice dragged along) had wanted to wait with Iris too. Though Iris was able to tell that they only wanted to be there to eavesdrop on their date as much as they could, so she sent them away. The group had grumbled and muttered to themselves about the girl but obeyed her and headed down to the carriages. She had no doubt that they would try to follow them around along with the Marauders. Merlin, today was going to be an interesting day.

"Hope you weren't waiting long!" A voice dragged Iris out of her thoughts. She whipped her head around to come face with Sirius Black. He came running over to her with a large smile plastered on his face. If Iris didn't know any better, it almost looked like the boy had just run down to open his Christmas presents. His eyes were lit with an emotion that Iris could only describe as ecstatic. It, surprisingly, warmed her heart to see him so joyful. Even more so that she knew he was happy about going on a date with her. Iris knew that she had a strong effect on the boy, however, seeing it so openly with her own eyes was so strange.

She smiled at him, "not long, had to get the girls to leave me alone." she shrugged her shoulders.

"The boys were the same," Sirius commented as he swung his arm over her shoulders and started to lead her to where they could catch a carriage down to Hogsmeade. "Just a warning, I think that they may follow us around today."

Iris scoffed, "great."

The two of them jumped up into a carriage being pulled by thin air that instantly pulled away from the school. The two of them chatted idly with each other on the ride down there. They complained about school, annoying first years, and the detentions they had gotten. Ultimately, in that short ride down the hill, the two of them acted no different than they already had been. Being alone with each other was in no way new to them. The awkwardness that usually comes with a first date was not there between the two. They were so comfortable with each other that there was no ounce of uncomfortableness in the air.

They made it to Hogsmeade in no time! Sirius, being the gentleman he was, helped Iris down the carriage and wrapped his arm around her waist. "So where to first, love?"

Iris hummed, "not sure, darling. How about Honeydukes!"

He smiled down at her as they started their trek through the bustling village. They earned a variety of different stares following them as they made their way to the sweet shop. Specifically, there were nearly a dozen of eyes watching the two of them walk closely. The Marauders followed the two towards the shop underneath James' invisibility cloak while the girls, plus Alice and Frank, followed the couple at a safe distance. Both groups were determined to get a close look in on the date considering this was the first date that either of them had gone on in a long time. Even if Lily was reluctant to do it, but her curiosity did get the better of her.

Iris and Sirius browsed some treats and bought a couple before leaving the shop and heading to the three broomsticks. All the while, they were conversing happily with each other. Each of them threw jokes at each other while also flirting as much as they can in order to fluster the other completely. Of course, Sirius stuck to his idea of flustering her through physical touch while Iris stuck to her words. Either way, the two had succeeded in flustering the other immensely.

They ordered their drinks and grabbed a seat in the far corner of the pub away from the other patrons. They shared laughs with each other, flirted as much as they could and, overall, enjoyed each other company as usual. Though as Sirius and Iris were tucked away in the corner booth, their friends were all watching them intently from across the room. However, what they didn't know at that point was that Iris had taken notice of her friends and sister's squeals from across the room. She also could hear the Marauders groans every time they did something 'lovey dovey'. Ultimately, she knew that the two groups were there to follow her and Sirius around. Seeing this, Iris leaned up to Sirius' ear, "I have a feeling we're being followed right now."

Sirius dared to take a quick glance up to find that she was right. He smirked lightly and turned back down to her with mischief in his grey eyes. "Do you think we can outrun them?"

"Oh, I'm sure of it!"

With that, the two of them casually stood up from their seats after finishing off their drinks and heading for the exit. Of course, as expected, their friends' eyes were glued to them as they also started to make their way for the exit. Yet once the door was open and a cold wind greeted the couple's skin, they took off running.

The two of them laughed hysterically as they dodged through bystanders and darted around corners. They were able to hear the sounds of Iris' sister and Sirius' best friend shouts of displeasure in either losing sight of the two or seeing that the both of them were following Iris and Sirius.

Iris laughed loudly as they slowly came to a slow walk after they were certain that they had lost the group of stalkers. She hung onto Sirius as he too was laughing uncontrollably. This date had truly been completely fun for both of them.

Sirius gazed at Iris' red face as she tried to calm herself down. The ruby hue of her blush licked across both of her cheeks and up the bridge of her nose while her unruly hair hung in her warm brown eyes. She looks so beautiful, Sirius couldn't help himself but think that. She was the epitome of beauty to Sirius. He had seen many beautiful girls while at school and such, however, none of them compared to Iris Evans.

Iris finally reigned in her laughter and surveyed their surroundings. The two had run straight out of the village and out into the surrounding forest. It was far calmer out there than in Hogsmeade. The wind rustled the branches of the large trees that seemingly caged them in and the leaves from those trees rained down from above. The clearing that they were in has a perfect view of Hogwarts up on top of its hill. Iris smiled widely at the view of the beautiful castle as she became giddy at the sight.

Sirius smiled as he saw the whimsical look take over his ladylove's face and wrapped an arm around her waist. He drew her into his side and enjoyed the feeling of her pressed up against him. "Besides being followed around for a bit, today was really nice."

"Yeah," Iris smiled and buried herself closer to Sirius, "it was great, darling. I would have no problem with doing this again."

Sirius' smile widened as giddiness swarmed his stomach. The prospect of another date like this with Iris was extremely exciting for him. Yeah, the two of them spend quite a lot of time together(more now than ever because he is wary of those Slytherins cornering her without him being there) and know quite a lot about each other. However, they never agreed that they were more than just friends.

They did things that more than friends would. They spent an extensive amount of time together, confided in each other nearly every night and listened to each other's problems. Merlin, they've kissed at least twice! That certainly isn't something that "just friends" do. If they had another date… and that one leads to another and so on… Sirius really was looking forward to what may come of this.

Iris felt the same. Compared to the last date she had gone on years ago, Sirius had certainly helped improve her outlook on them. She really likes the fuzzy feeling that fluttered in her chest while they were talking, and she certainly likes the intimacy that they had while on the date. She wanted to do this again, really soon.

Just as the two were reveling in their feeling for each other, a pair of cold eyes watched them with nothing short of disgust burning brightly in the forest. A sneer pulled back a pair of pale pink lips to reveal white teeth while a growl bubbled up from the back of their throat in repugnance. Their shiny black shoes crunched the fallen leaves which drew the couple attention and shattered their moment instantly.

Sirius and Iris were faced with someone they had been avoiding for weeks and who they thought had decided to leave them alone. Sirius' eyes twitched as he made sure to keep himself between Iris and his brother. "What do you want, Regulus?"

The slightly younger boy licked his lips and shrugged his shoulders, indifferent. "Nothing, brother. I was only taking a walk in the woods when I come upon you two practically snogging out here." He slowly walked closer to them and loved seeing the way that Sirius tried to keep him away from his little mudblood. The thought that Sirius thought he could protect his precious Iris was laughable when Regulus already knew Sirius couldn't stop him. "Honestly, Sirius, your choice in venue is downgrading just like your choice in girls."

Sirius growled loudly at that, "what did you just say!"

"It also seems like you've been avoiding me." Regulus continued on as if Sirius didn't just shout at him. He kept his demeanor passive and unaffected as he kept his eyes on the redhead behind his brother. "Though not only you, so has our dear Iris. Isn't that right?"

"Just leave us be, Regulus!" Sirius exclaimed, "don't you have some poor first years to boss around and torment."

Regulus shook his head in amusement, "I find bothering you, brother, far more entertaining." His eyes did not falter from the surprisingly silent Iris. She stared back at him, however, just like a few weeks ago, her eyes lacked the fire they usually had. She mind was dampened slightly as she couldn't tear her gaze from his. She tried, honestly. Yet there was something in her that just… wouldn't let her look away. "I'm sure Iris has no objection to my presence, right?"

Sirius turned to the quiet girl and noticed her demeanor, "Iris?"

Her expression seemed confused and conflicted like there were two opposing sides battling in her head over what to say. Her mouth opened a few times as if searching for the right words.

"Why don't you just leave," Sirius starts turning back to his brother after seeing Iris wasn't going to say anything. He glowered at the shit eating grin on his younger brother, "before I do something that I won't regret."

Regulus raised an eyebrow and tsked, "no worry, Sirius. I'll leave you and your little… muggle-born to yourselves." With a mocking smile, Regulus spun on his heels and stalked away. He knew that he had left Sirius fuming with the fact that he had just referred to Iris as specifically a muggle-born. He knew that if he had said 'mudblood' Sirius would have lashed out immediately. So he kept it tame… for the time being.

Sirius watched the back of Regulus as he disappeared back in the direction of the village. As soon as he was certain that Regulus wasn't coming back, Sirius rounded on Iris who still appeared conflicted. He studied her closely for a moment. She looked almost completely void, just like the last time Regulus and Lucius had spoken to them a few weeks ago. She was just as quiet and seemingly submissive.

"Iris?" Sirius asked softly, "love?" He placed a gentle hand on her cheek while caressing it softly to get her attention.

The world finally came back into focus for Iris who snapped back to reality. Her eyes sought out Sirius when she heard her name slip off of his lips. Stormy grey met warm brown once Iris found Sirius face right in front of hers. Her eyebrows furrowed, "Sirius…?"

Sirius sighed heavily through his nose, "are you all right?" The worry that was etched on his handsome features didn't go unnoticed by Iris.

"Yeah, I'm fine…" She couldn't help herself from rubbing her temple. "Completely fine."

Sirius eyed her closely and had a feeling that she wasn't telling the truth. With concern gnawing at his chest, Sirius pulled Iris close to him. Iris yelped as he hugged her and just about squeaked when Sirius pulled her back slightly only to pulled her back in for a heated kiss. She melted into it quickly and embraced him. Her cold hands ran up into his hair and tugged on it lightly while Sirius' gripped her hips tightly. Despite the cold weather, both teens were easily growing warm at the close and heated embrace. After what seemed like an eternity, the need for air became too great which caused the two to pull away from the kiss.

Iris looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, "I'm certainly fine now."

Sirius couldn't help himself but smirk at her words and chuckle, "so am I." He rested his forehead against hers and inhaled the lavender and vanilla clinging to her body. He bit his lip as the thoughts of how Iris had reacted to his brother. He honestly didn't know what was going on… but he hoped that it wouldn't hurt Iris. He really hoped no harm would come to the girl he was slowly coming to care immensely about.

"We should head back," Iris commented in a whisper as if she was afraid to ruin the moment. "It's getting late."

Sirius nodded his head, "all right." He squeezed her hips once more before letting her go and wrapping his arm around her shoulder and starting to lead her back to the village. He really just wanted to get her back to the castle to make sure that she really was okay before telling the others about their confrontation with Regulus. Something serious was going on, and he was going to get to the bottom of whatever it is that his brother and the other slimy snakes were doing to his Iris.

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Found the Harry Potter short I wrote a few years ago on my old account! Yay!

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“Harry Potter.” Snape drawled, annoyance clear in his voice “Will you quit your pointless and incessant yapping? No one here has the want to hear your voice at this moment of any other.” For the next few days, Snape would watch over study hall for Madame Pince as she was pranked with an Acid Pop by an unruly student.

It was a shock to most of the classmates when Harry Potter – who was just smiling and whispering to Ron - replied in a suddenly despondent tone “Yes Aunt Petunia.” With a dark look in his eyes. While the students saw their hero fall at this moment, Snape saw something even more terrifying.

Snape saw the young man - who carried barely enough meat on his bones to no longer look malnourished - melt away to show the deep, gaunt hollows and ashen skin that he first had when coming to the school. He saw those green eyes, sunk into black hollows, almost pleading for escape as he was unable to help. And even further behind the boney, skeletal frame that suddenly haunted his gaze, he saw Lily. How would she react if she saw this now?

Would she cry for what happened to her son? Yes. Would she try to get vengeance on her sister for what she had done? No. Never physically worse than a slap to the face.

But although he lived for Lily, he couldn’t uphold the code of honor she held herself to. Snape knew the woman who dared call herself Petunia - a small flower in name, yet shared an appearance to that of a hen. Her frail, thin face, prominent nose, blond hair and long neck made you feel as if you were looking at a bird turned to human.

“What. Did you just say to me, Potter?” Snape asked slowly, teeth grating across each other. Although it was clear he was showing a very real anger, the source of his anger wasn’t Harry Potter- this time. no one else knew this of course, neither a student nor Harry himself.

Harry flinched at the first word and stared at the desk – looking much like he was expecting to be hit at any moment – until he realized where he was, who was speaking and who he was. He immediately started rambling out an apology and tried to explain to Snape it was an accident.

“Stop your blubbering, Potter.” Snape hissed while raising a palm “or need I remove more of your much needed house points to get you to silence yourself?” Harry quickly silenced himself and felt his face flood in shame.

“All of you, return to your common rooms and dorms. If you leave them, I will remove two hundred points per person, no matter the house. You are excused.” Snape droned quickly, a rage in his steps as he stalked off.

The sight of that starved, lanky body in clothes too big for it drifted in front of him again and his scowl grew to a depth not seen in ages. He had to have a ‘conversation’ with a particularly wretched muggle.

[jttw-dadkong]

Bai hou and prince first meeting

Prince stays away from the other monkeys at the meeting,he leads onto the tree,his shoulders crossed,his tail swaying gently low on the ground,one foot on the tree trunk.

Qiu Wang glazed at the other monkeys,sitting around on the small grass grounds,wukong at the front speaking nonsense that prince found boring and uninteresting but someone catch his eye,a monkey that has white fur that simmer like flesh snow,their eyes dark brown alike to oak tree bark stand out against the snowy fur,their skin grey pink made the other look more unique to qiu Wang,curious about the freak monkey.

He led away from tree,he got on all fours to sneak up on the other,he crawling over like a cat ready to Ponce.

Bái hóu to busy listening to wukong speaking that he didn't notice the rashly in the grass behind him until he felt two hands on his shoulders,he screech in surprise as he turn his head to....prince...wukong Disciple,the know trouble maker and aggressive and hostile towards others monkeys in the troop,he looks upon prince face,his golden sclera and red Pupils look at him with curiosity and a hint of bewilderment "why do you look like such a freak?,I never seen monkey like you before"

bái hóu offended replied sharp as a knife on someone throat

"I am not a freak! Do you have any kindness towards others that look different? I could call you a freak too with how you look"

Prince hiss "I was just asking!,I never seen a white fur monkey before,you stand out among all the monkeys here,gosh you're sensitive" qiu Wang let go of the other shoulders and took steps at front of bái hóu,his eyes narrow,his tail lashing out.

prince huffed he crossed his arms as he sat down with his feet crossed,sitting like a human,bái hóu object "I am not sensitive! you're just mean!" Bái hóu lead forward,his ears pulled back,his eyebrows pulled back.

Pince rolled his eyes,he lead forward becoming hostile,he retorted "I only said one mean thing!"

Bái hóu replied "it not nice calling someone a freak,I want you to apologize" prince throw his hands up "what!, I will not apologize for something so trivial!" Qiu Wang glazed harder stubbornly,he lead back from bái hóu face with his chin up

Bái hóu reply "you're so stubborn, just say you're sorry and I will drop it" Some of adults in the troop noticed the begin of the argument between bái hóu and qiu Wang,prince to headstrong to apologize,bái hóu Determined to make prince admitted his faults,bái hóu jump onto qiu Wang started to wrestling him,they’re rolled around as they fought bái hóu got the upper hand and pulled one of prince arms behind his back,pushing him onto the ground,bend the arm against prince,qiu Wang huffed with a grunt as his face hit the grounds,bái hóu speaks with satisfy at prince defeat "apology!"

qiu wang growled in frustration "never!" He tries to wiggle out of the white monkey hold, but bái hóu put his foot on qiu Wang lower back,prince growls with rage as irrelevant takes over like the furnace that burn him.

The end

I couldn't think of way to continue it

You're first look at bái hóu and qiu Wang in color

I guess this counts as spoliers for the story

[mytherbalegwladys]

"Pour les 100 ans de Disney."

Alizée et ses dragons cosmiques (Sol et Luna) de "La Planète au Trésor". Elle a le même âge que Jim Hawkins.

Info: Alizée est la princesse de Mondragore, où elle organise chaque année le festival du soleil et la lune en honneur de Galaxia, la majestueuse entité cosmique. Mais depuis qu'elle a disparue, Alizée commence à avoir des visions au sujet du griffon noir. Elle rêve d'aventure, de liberté et de voyage à travers l'espace pour retrouver Galaxia, alors elle décide de se déguiser en marin pour monter à bord du RLS Héritage où elle peut conter sur ses deux gardes-du-corps royales, la capitaine Amélia et M. Arrow. Une fois à bord, elle rencontre Jim Hawkins, un jeune homme rebelle et son chat à neuf queues, Benbow. Et c'est en s’atterrissant sur la fameuse planète au trésor qu'elle dévoile sa véritable identité à Jim. Au début, leur relation était difficile, mais ils finissent par s'aimer tous les deux durant l'aventure. Même après être sauvée des pinces de Scroop par Jim et être échappée de la planète avec l'équipage, Alizée parvient à rendre le cœur au griffon noir qui se révèle être Galaxia. Son courage récompensé lors de son retour vers son royaume, elle accepte de soutenir Jim à l'académie interstellaire et le proclame chevalier de la Marine Royale. Voix: VO - Erica Schroeder & VF - Leslie

(Benbow updated)

Cette bête moitié chat, moitié lion de mer est l'animal de compagnie de Jim, et il s'embarque avec lui pour trouver le fabuleux trésor du capitaine Flint. Il peut multiplier sa queue préhensile jusqu'à neuf, il a un odorat très développé et une ouïe très fine. Il peut se montrer joueur, attachant et peureux, mais il peut aussi être féroce lorsqu'il protège ses amis. Il ne devrait pas manger des noix de muscade, sinon ça lui provoque des hallucinations qui l'effraye.

Il y a très longtemps, Galaxia était la protectrice de l'univers et des planètes. Malheureusement, elle a disparue juste après que son cœur a été arraché par un pirate. Elle est devenue un griffon noir qui sème la terreur sur tous ceux qui osent s'aventurer dans son territoire. Seule une personne au sang royal peut remettre le cœur à Galaxia et calmer sa rage bestiale.

[albert-prous]

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