#she's also got some swanky magic tricks so that's cool

[parts-of-spop]

Post S5 the Best Friend Squad land on a planet occupied by Magicats...

Part 4/?

Catra and Adora have just undergone the trials necessary to make their marriage official in the eyes of the Magicats. Their final one is to spend a night apart. Catra... struggles...

Catra shudders, claws digging into the blanket under her as haunting images flash behind her eyes, her tail twitching wildly in her dreams.

A green pool of liquid... Chanting clones... His smug, smirking face looming over her as a symphony of voice echo around her...

Cast out the shadows! Cast out the shadows! Cast out the shadows!

She can't breathe! She can't think! He's in her head! Get OUT!

ADORA!

She jolts awake, lashing out reflexively with a panicked yowl as something touches her only for her to immediately recoil, eyes welling with tears as her eyes focus on the figure beside her.

One who is touching her own cheek, clawed fingers drawing away crimson.

Catra flinches, a weak whine tangled in her throat as she heaves ragged, panicked breaths.

Then vibrant green eyes drift up to her and her ears flatten as she trembles.

I'm sorry... Don't hate me. Don't toss me out. I'll be better. I'll-

Her non-bloody hand raises slowly and Catra cringes, stiffening in preparation for a punishment, and she shudders, eyes clenching shut against her building tears as a warm hand cups her cheek.

"It's okay... I scared you... You're not in trouble."

Her eyes tentatively crack open a peek and she's greeted by a tender gaze.

The scratches are deep and nasty, oozing blood but Cy’ra doesn't complain, stroking Catra's cheek like she hasn't just nearly blinded her.

Then she's purring deeply and Catra's shaking eases as she watches a faint glow form around the cuts and they steadily seal until they're nothing more than faint pink scars nestled within her fur.

She's still bloody but the wounds have gone.

"See? It's okay..." Cy’ra soothes calmly and Catra sniffles.

"I'm sorry. I didn't-... I h-had a nightmare and Prime-..." She falters, curling into herself. "I sleep best with Adora... She keeps the dreams away."

"What dreams?" Cy’ra coaxes, still stroking her cheek gently, back and forth. "What'd he do to you, kitten?"

Catra reflexively puts a hand to the back of her neck, feeling the scar there left from the implant.

It’s gone. Long gone but the scar remains in every way that matters.

She's starting to think some traumas never leave you.

"He... He had me brainwashed... chipped... I was in his hive mind for weeks... He... He had me pushed into this-... this pool... held under it... electrocuted until I could barely remember my name... then he put the chip on me and I wasn't me any more. He-... He took everything... and it's so stupid because it was so long ago and he's gone but I can't-"

The hand on her cheek cups her chin, guiding it up and she's greeted by blazing green eyes. It'd be frightening if it wasn't so reassuring. The anger burning in there is not for her.

"If he were not already dead I would claw my way through his ship myself for daring harm you so terribly," Cy’ ra tells her and her ferocity shows her honesty, her protectiveness, her righteous fury... She strokes the back of her fingers to Catra's cheek, careful not to stain her with blood.

"But you are safe now and I shall allow no force in this universe to tear your happiness from you again... understand?"

Catra nods mutely through a meek sniffle then lets herself be tugged into a warm, strong embrace.

She clings to her sister tighter.

"Your wife is near and safe with her two companions... I will stay with you until you are reunited. The moment the sun rises, you will see her again," Cy'ra says, firm but gentle as she holds Catra close. Then she's rumbling a deep purr that calms the lingering edges of her panic like little else can.

"Promise?" Catra croaks and Cy'ra nuzzles into her hair.

"I promise, kitten... I've got you. You are safe."

She drifts back to sleep a while later in warm, unrelentingly reassuring arms and when she wakes the next morning, she finds herself tucked into Cy'ra's lap, wrapped in a blanket with her strong, broad arms curled protectively around her as if to shield her from anything that may dare harm her.

Only Adora has ever made her feel so safe.

So she indulges, sinking back into her sister with a sigh and purring lightly as the world around the tent steadily awakens and warms beneath the suns rays.

 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

"Catra?" Comes a gentle call and Catra opens her eyes drowsily, smiling reflexively as she places the voice and Cy'ra's ears twitch as she stirs. Then she's tensing, clutching Catra tightly into her with a fierce snarl already in her throat, fangs bared before she spots Adora in the entrance, looking more than a bit wary at the warning sound.

Then Cy’ra relaxes but remains adamantly curled around Catra who feels a mixture of exasperated and appreciative by the firm hold.

"Sorry... Did I wake you?" Adora asks, soft and apologetic and Cy'ra's flattened ears perk slowly before she blinks fully to wakefulness and she finally slackens, looking down at Catra.

"Apologies," Cy'ra replies gently.

"You gonna let me loose now?" Catra quips and Cy'ra smiles toothily despite the blood still crusting her face.

"It would not do to delay your first day with your wife now, would it?" She drawls, lowering her arms and Catra looks to Adora who is smiling at her with such love that if it were anybody else she might find it nauseating.

"Hey, Adora..." She says breathlessly, untangling herself and sliding off the bed to bustle over to her, immediately pressing against her front to admire her warmth, her scent, the strong thud of her heart that's just skipped a few beats for her.

Her hands stroke around her neck and up into her soft, loose hair.

She will always love Adora's ponytail and cute, dumb poof but when it's down, it gives her claws so much more to card through and appreciate.

It's her favourite.

She purrs, tail lashing as she nuzzles into her neck and breathes her in.

"Gosh, you're cute this morning..." Adora murmurs, her own hands curling around Catra's waist, holding her closer, tighter, more against her.

"I missed you."

And it's testament to the truth of that that she doesn't even complain about being called 'cute'.

"I missed you too... The bed's all wrong without you..." Adora replies tenderly, hand gliding up Catra's back to gently thread into the soft fluff of hair at her nape.

Sometimes, she isn't sure why she's kept it short. Not as short as he'd cut it but short. And then there's moments like this when the sensations are just so rich and Adora so appreciative that none of those terrible memories can touch her.

"Yeah. I can't sleep right if you're not here," Catra admits quietly.

She feels another hand briefly rub at her back and smiles a tad.

"I'll leave you two alone and bring you breakfast in an hour. No one will disturb you. I promise. Catch up, okay?" Cy'ra says gently and Catra hears a rustle as her sister quietly drifts out.

"Your sister is awesome," Adora states and Catra grins, drawing back to look up at her wife.

Her WIFE.

Holy fuck, Adora is her wife now. Her wife.

"Almost as awesome as you," She says warmly and Adora beams back at her then cups her cheek.

"You're so beautiful... My beautiful wife..." She sighs and she sounds so dreamy that Catra almost forgets to breathe for a moment.

"My stunning wife... Perfect wife," She drawls back and then Adora's kissing her, smiling against her mouth and her hand finds Adora's forearm, stroking over the slightly risen, fresh tattoo that marks them as each other’s, tracing the symbol with her thumb gently.

Forever.

"I love you," She murmurs against her mouth and Adora hums contentedly.

"I love you too... so much..." She replies and Catra doesn't doubt it for a second.

[drawlfoy]

Mirror, Mirror P.3

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pairing: draco x femravenclaw!reader

request: the original idea is all mine, but p.3 has been requested

summary: while on their prefect rounds, y/n runs into both an issue and a mirror that she knows nothing about (but her partner certainly does).

warnings: foul language, light physical violence. i hesitated to write the slap since i don’t believe that anyone should ever hit someone. especially in a romantic relationship. but also this is magic and fictional and this draco is getting on my damned nerves

a/n: fr i’m so flattered that you all wanted a third part, i really am, but oh my GOD this particular draco is being such an intolerable dickwad and not cooperating with anything that i want him to do. thank you for your patience

music recs: i listened to the hp soundtrack while writing this so that’s pretty meta

word count: 1,239

tags! tags! @accio-rogers @geeksareunique

Y/N huffed as she stamped off to find Professor Flitwick, her hair falling loose from her bun as the sharp movements jerked it out of place.

That git that git that git that git that git....

How had he known? Y/N was secretive and so were her friends...as far as she was aware of. Perhaps she had fallen asleep in Potions that day and uttered her undying love for her fantasy Malfoy, but while the Slytherins were cunning and sly, there was no way they all wouldn’t have laughed at her. And she wasn’t even tired, thanks to the Wide-Eye she was permitted to take after her 10-12 shifts. 

She was pondering the thought as she neared the end of an unfamiliar hallway, suddenly struck with the realization that while she was deep in concentration, she had missed the turn to Flitwick’s office. The end of the corridor was oddly familiar, though, and when she turned to the left, she knew why.

The mirror she had seen with Draco was right in front of her. If she squinted in the dark, she could make out the letters ERISED on the top, something she committed to memory for her next library visit. But before she could spend too much on her many tricks to memorize a word, a movement in the mirror distracted her.

“Aah! Malfoy!” 

He had appeared next to her, gazing into the mirror with a teasing expression on his face. A smirk formed as he closed the distance, resting his chin on top of her head and shutting his eyes contently. 

The only problem with the picture was that when Y/N looked to her side, Malfoy was nowhere to be seen. He only existed in the mirror, and it appeared as though her reflection wasn’t a perfect copy as well when she looked closer. Y/N was donning formal ministry robes that only high ranking members of the Ministry wore...the very career path she wanted to follow. She laughed, lacing her fingers through Malfoy’s and squeezing.

Y/N watched, speechless, as the pieces all began to fall into place. Just like the many riddles she had had to solve in the past to enter her common room, the confusion slowly drifted away until she was left, staring right at the answer.

Erised was simply the word Desire reflected. She desired a high ranking career in the Ministry and Draco Malfoy. That was no secret, at least not to her.

But Malfoy knew now. She had confessed to seeing their reflection in the mirror when she was holding onto his sleeve to make him stop. While she thought the claim of it being a regular old mirror innocent enough, she had been dead wrong. And, somehow, he had known what the mirror was.

Now she had to find Professor Flitwick.

<>

“That’s kind of funny,” Rena admitted, dicing her beetroot with practiced precision. “But mortifying. What are you gonna do?” 

Y/N sighed, adding her own ingredients to the shared cauldron between them. “I don’t know. I talked to Flitwick, but he refuses to switch us. Something about house unity and maturity. I would push harder, but I want him to choose me as a prefect next year too, so I’ve just got to roll with the punches.”

“So how are you going to act around him? Are you gonna be the same or come clean?”

“Well, he knows now,” Y/N mused. “But I was thinking that instead, I could tell him that he was getting his knickers in a twist about nothing because I went back there and just saw my simple reflection.”

“That’s evil, and you know it.”

“You say that as if he’s not evil.”

“Fair, fair.”

The two worked in silence, finishing up the extra credit assignment in the cold dungeon air. Y/N shivered as she began cleaning up the ingredients and noticed that Rena was yawning profusely.

“Rena, you don’t need to stay. I know you stayed up late studying last night. I’ll take care of it, you hurry up to our dorm and I’ll be there soon with some tea.”

Rena smiled. “You sure? You don’t look too well-rested yourself.”

“Absolutely. You forget that I fell asleep watching you lean over your desk last night. You deserve to sleep a little more.”

“Okay. Love you, Y/N!”

“Love you too.”

Rena skipped off, suddenly revived. Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled after her, gathering up the rest of the ingredients and washing the cauldron.

While she knew that she had done the right thing sending Rena back to their room, she couldn’t help but wish that she hadn’t. The dungeons were creepy at all times of the day, but especially so if it was 11pm and you were alone. Y/N thought that she had heard some suspicious sounds from the corridor but brushed off the notion. 

No one’s down here except for the Slytherins, and they’re all holed up in their swanky common room. 

Ah, yes, the Slytherins. Y/N cringed at the thought. She was in Malfoy’s territory, something she wasn’t too pleased about. The most disobedient part of her mind wanted to catch a glimpse of Malfoy in his natural habitat, but she knew that that was a bad idea.

Before she knew it, her station was completely clear and it was time for her to depart into the dark and freezing corridor. Gross. She didn’t understand how Rena had managed to look so cheery skipping into a corridor that probably had its own budding rat civilization. 

She shut the door quietly behind her, hissing as a water droplet fell on top of her head. The chill as it slipped down her neck caused her to yelp, jumping nearly a foot in the air. In her surprise, she almost didn’t hear the amused snort from the shadows somewhere to her left. 

“Who’s there?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Shit. She could recognize that drawl anywhere. 

Draco Malfoy stepped into the dim lighting by the torch, wearing his signature silk suit. Does he ever take that off? His hair was annoyingly nice looking considering how late it was, and its silver glow, brought out by the torchlight, made her knees weak.

He cocked his head expectantly, waiting for her scathing comeback. She just stared, her eyes wide and dilated from the dark. What could she say to him? 

“I went back to the mirror after our rounds.” The words just tumbled out of her mouth, quick and shaky. 

“And?” His mouth quirked and his eyes sparkled.

“And I don’t know why you’re so enchanted by it. I just saw my reflection again.”

He frowned, but she could still see a shadow of amusement dance across his features. “Really, now?”

Y/N was frozen in place, but she so desperately wanted to run away from the situation. “Er...yeah?” 

Before another word could come out of his very well-shaped mouth, the frozen spell over her had broken and she was already speeding halfway down the hall.

“Hey! I wasn’t done talking to you!” 

Refusing to look back, she turned to the stairs and began jogging up them, praying that he couldn’t hear her feet on the stone as she was literally running away from him. 

This was so, so embarrassing. Ravenclaws didn’t run, they remained and outsmarted their opponents with their wit and wisdom. But, for some reason, when it came to Draco Malfoy, all of that went away. 

final a/n: so the wait for this one was long and it didn’t even turn out that cool, but i want a lot more time to actually construct the next meeting of them during their rounds, and that should be out soon. i’m sorry for making this one so short!! i’m thinking there will be either 1 long part or 2 more short parts before the end of this is reached. thanks for reading!

[lycanhood]

Supergirl 3x13 “Schott Through The Heart”Liveblog

After 9 weeks away it would have been nice to start with an episode that focused on Kara, but Winn? Toyman? Toyman family drama? Sure, sure, anything but Mon-El, please. And hopefully we get to see Kara & Winn actually being friends and having some good scenes together. Also on the upside, I understand there should be karaoke at some point? I am very down with that. Here we go…

I’d rather you tell us when you guys are heading back…

She relly put the Kara in KARA-oke

Okay but why isn’t Lena here tho? :(

Haha Winn

Oh no Alex honey stop

Hahahahahahahahaahahahahaha

?Oh, Lena isn’t texting James? I wonder why? :D

“If you have this number you must be important.” Not important enough for her to answer tho

Kara having fun with her friends and family and being happy? What show is this even?

HUG HIM!

It’s nice that this preacher isn’t sugarcoating anything

Okay, I know it’s a funeral, but Kara looks GREAT

Dr!Alex

Isn’t this a top secret facility? Nah?

Kara just a smig of sympathy, girl damn

YOU ARE ALWAYS APOLOGIZING! Just stop and go away

Maybe this isn’t the best convo to have with your ex, Mon-El

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! Kara, on what planet, in what universe could that possibly be an okay idea? I honestly just can’t even with this.

Winn: “Let me set the scene for you.” Me reaching for the tissues: “Oh boy here we go…”

“I’m so happy I don’t work here” hahah #same

Wait, James is suppose to take all the little ones? By himself?

HEAT VISION!! KARA YASS! THAT WAS AWESOME!

Wait, why isn’t Kara at this house-warming dinner?

Good speech, J’onn! Good speech

Does this old Martian have alzheimer’s? What’s up?

I’m glad someone is comforting Winn, but I wish it were Kara. Are they even still friends? Is she still the main? Where is she???

Winn is an MVP

This is a nice apartment. Swanky!

Oh no! More ominous memory loss!

I miss when Kara & Winn & James were all superfriends who hung out and fault crime out of that empty Catco office.

Hahahaha “It’s like a top secret government facility in here-” “Oh, look around are you paid enough to care?” hahahahahahaha

I love Alex & J’onn so much!!!

I logically know that Lena is dodging calls because of Sam/Reign, but for now I’m choosing to believe it’s because she finds Lames as lame as I do :)

Um, excuse me, but was that a giant toy claw? As in “The Claw” like Toy Story? Also why the fuck are there so many commercials rn? Have we not waited long enough?

Haha “hanging around” That joke never gets old for me

Whoo Superfriends (ugh & Mon-El)

Who is this fangirl? Ick

So like...were ya’ll fuckin or…?

I like how the humans hit the deck and the powered people just sorta stand there

Hahah “I’m very stressed right now!” Winn haha

HEAT VISION!

A Supergirl doll!

Whoa! Okay that T-Rex is cool tho and I really hope it eats Mon-El

Cloth magic? Wat?

“Don’t Luke Skywalker me!”

Hey! Don’t call Winn that!

Mama Schott punch her in the face!

“I am very cautious.” says the boy who befriends superheroes and crushes on hazardous women

“This is unfortunate.” yeah he usually is

Always apologizing, but never going the fuck away

Where’s Imra? Where’s your wife, Mon-El?

YASS kara! YASSSS!

I don’t like it. You don’t like it. It’s fucked up.

Evolves? Like a Pokemon?

No. None of this. No cape tricks.

Ooooh shit, that sounds amazing, J’onn

Ahhhh! J’onn is so concerned! This is gonna suck! My heart!

!TAKE ME OOOOOOON!

J’ONN AND ALEX EYE CONTACT! A HUG!

LENA! What is this dress?

SAM!! Oh shit are you okay? Lena, girl, you got a Worldkiller locked up in your basement? Seriously?