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valentineforlemonandcherry · 11 months ago

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Foxtail & Wolfsbane 44

Summary: Your lifelong obsession to hunt down the Nine-Tailed Fox has not gone as expected, and seventeen years later, you find yourself coming back to the place where it all started: Hogwarts. However, with Sirius Black’s escape from Azkaban and Headmaster Dumbledore’s hire of a certain Professor R. J. Lupin, you suddenly find yourself intertwined in the fates of those with whom you thought you had parted ways with long ago.

[Multi-Post Story] [Rowan Scamander x Reader] [Remus Lupin x Reader] [Young Sirius Black x Reader] [Tristan Graves x Reader] [Severus Snape x Reader] *Note: Rowan Scamander, Tristan Graves, Susana Holmes, Cas Carneirus, Henrietta Weiss, Thomas Picquery, and Magdalene Clarke are OC characters.

[Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.]

*Please do not repost or copy my work without my permission. Thank You!

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You and Remus returned to Grimmauld Place. Things were hectic for a while as the Order prepared for Harry’s hearing after his use of the Patronus Charm at Privet Drive.

Once the hearing passed and it was decided that Harry was allowed to return to Hogwarts, Remus reminded you of your promise to go see your mother (a stupid “credibility check,” as you called it) and he asked, in a somewhat embarrassed voice, if he might be allowed to tag along “to fix the horrendous impression that he’d given to your mother so far.”

“You don’t have to prove anything to her, Remus,” you assured him, but you were fine with him coming along with you, as long as he would not take to heart any harsh things your mother might say to him.

You and Remus had this discussion in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place, and Sirius was there and heard all of it. When you returned to your room to go “at least look at some job openings,” Sirius turned to Remus. “Look at you. She’s got you meeting the mother-in-law already, huh?”

Remus replied, “No, it was my request to go and see her.”

Sirius chortled. “What a puppy.”

Remus blinked. “I’m a what?”

Sirius nodded at the doorway, which you’d just exited through. “A puppy. For her.”

Remus replied, a bit peevishly, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Padfoot. You’re the dog here, not me.”

Sirius laughed. “All right, suit yourself.”

Remus looked over at Sirius. “What about you, Padfoot? Aren’t you interested in seeing anyone?”

Sirius sighed before he reeled off, “Moony, do I have to remind you that I’m a mass-murderer felon on the run, with a huge bounty on my head? Besides that, all the real Death Eaters are after me and would love nothing more than to kill me and sell my corpse for money?”

“Oh. Right.” Remus shut up. He turned to leave the kitchen as well, when he heard Sirius murmur, “Besides, Remus, you got your second chance. But I never did. Marlene’s gone. I’m never going to make peace with that.”

Remus turned back. “Sirius…”

Sirius remained silent.

Remus continued, “You did everything you possibly could to protect her. You even hid your feelings from her, just to make sure the Death Eaters wouldn’t target her - ”

“- And they did anyways, and I wasn’t even there when they killed her,” Sirius finished flatly.

“It could have happened to any one of us,” Remus said quietly. “I know that doesn’t make it any better, but what I’m trying to say is that it wasn’t your fault. Not in the slightest.”

Sirius said nothing.

Remus said cautiously, “Sirius?”

Sirius’ eyes had gone dark. But he merely said, “Don’t worry, Moony. You just take care of your woman, all right? You were always more mature than the three of us – it’s only right that you finally have some happiness.”

Remus looked worriedly at his best friend. He could feel Sirius’ barely restrained fury and behind that, a need for chaos and violence, feeding into Sirius’ already strong tendency for recklessness.

But now you had come down, with a messy roll of half-heartedly tagged job pamphlets in your hand. “Come on, then, Remus. Let’s be off.” You reached out and took Remus’ hand. As you pulled him along, you remarked, “With any luck, my brother will be home, so you can escape with him if things go poorly.”

“You’ve already thought of an escape route for me?” Remus said, chuckling nervously.

“‘Course. Last time she saw you, you were practically naked in my bedroom and you were ogling my breasts right in front of her.”

“I was decidedly not doing that.”

You shrugged. “I know you weren’t, but my mother doesn’t, and she’s the one with all the power here. Hence, you need an escape route.”

Remus sighed, quietly accepting his fate, as you pulled him along and out the door.

* * * * * * * * * *

However, as soon as you and Remus stepped out of Grimmauld Place, it became clear that Remus had his own plans in mind. “I’d like to go somewhere before we head to your mother’s. I’ll Apparate us there together, if you’ll take my hand.”

You looked at him curiously. But knowing that it wasn’t safe to be standing out on the doorstep of Grimmauld Place for too long, you took Remus’ hand without further conversation.

Remus turned, Apparating, and you followed him, clutching his hand in yours, as he took you to…

“A car rental shop?” You scrunched your nose as you looked up at the signpost hanging above the Muggle store. “Remus, why did you bring me here?”

“I rented a car for us. Just for today,” Remus answered.

You stared at him, amazed. “Uh, why?”

Remus merely opened the door and nodded at you to step inside.

As you went inside, you whispered to Remus, “Is this some front for an Order hide-out or something?”

* * * * * * * * * *

Ten minutes later, you stared in disbelief as Remus started up the small, tired car – the car gave a little lurch that made Remus frown - and began to drive it out onto the streets.

You had grown up in the Muggle world, after all, so the car was familiar to you, but you could not imagine why Remus wanted to take a car to your mother’s place.

Fifteen minutes later, the car gave a loud blech, and both you and Remus started. Remus gave a somewhat nervous chuckle and patted the driving wheel. “Almost there, just hold on…”

* * * * * * * * * *

Finally, the two of you parked on the sidewalk outside of your mother’s apartment. The car let out a tired sigh as Remus turned off the ignition. Then, Remus reached into his cloak and pulled out a tie. He took off his cloak, revealing that he was wearing a white button-up and a patchy grey jacket underneath. Remus quickly put on the tie. He brushed his hand through his hair once or twice.

This entire time, you stared at him with wide eyes. Finally, you croaked, “What in name of Merlin are you - ?”

“I simply want to make a good impression,” Remus replied quietly.

You started to respond, but he looked so serious that you bit your tongue which, given your temperament, was quite a feat.

“Shall we?” Remus exited the car. He came over and opened your car door.

You swung your legs out. Instead of getting up, you simply looked up at Remus, studying him. Your head went up and down as you took him in, from head to foot.

Remus blushed, tugged at his tie, and looked away. “We should get going. We don’t want to be late.”

You slowly got out of the car. Remus closed the door behind you and locked the car. The two of you made your way up to the apartment door.

You had barely started to knock when the door flew open – and your brother caught you in a huge hug. “Sis!”

Having graduated from college and started a professional job as an accountant, your brother was now very much an adult. You were amazed to see how much he had grown. I can’t believe he’s all grown up, you thought fondly. Now you had to reach up to pat his hair. Yeah, he’s not so little anymore.

Still, his trademark smile was exactly the same as when he had been a little boy, as he said excitedly, “Long time, no see! How come you were away for so long?”

“Oh…” You paused, thinking through everything that had happened since you had seen him last. You settled for, “I was busy with a few things.”

“Mum says you haven’t got a proper job.”

You rolled your eyes. But then, you admitted, with a sigh, “Well, she’s right.” You looked at your brother and smiled. “But we can’t all be accountants, can we?”

Your brother pulled a face. “I know, I know, it’s such a boring, predictable job. But it turns out that it comes easy to me, it’s good money, and I’ll save up until we’re more comfortable. Then, I’ll think about what I want to do next.”

You reached up and gently patted his hair again. “Well, now, don’t work too hard.”

Remus had been standing patiently behind you this entire time. Just then, he reached up to nervously adjust his tie for the umpteenth time, and your brother caught sight of him. He pointed to Remus and shouted, “It’s him!”

You deftly shoved your brother inside of the apartment before he could scream aloud to the entire flat neighborhood that Remus was a shapeshifter.

Sure enough, your brother cried out, “You were wicked cool! Scary, for sure – but awesome!”

You reached out and grasped your brother’s shoulder. “Tone it down a little, will you?”

Your brother shook his head. “No way! You didn’t see him, but he was a hero! He saved us, y’know, Mum and me!”

Remus was slowly turning tomato red. He put his hands up and mumbled desperately, “No… No, really… Please don’t -”

“Ah. You’ve come, have you?” Your mother entered the room.

“Hi, Mum.” You held up your job pamphlets. “Look, I’ve done my due diligence.”

“And?”

“What?”

“What job did you decide on?”

“Oh.” You glanced at the cover of the first pamphlet. “Uh… Gringotts Bank Teller.”

Your mother’s eyes narrowed. “Is that so?”

“Yep.”

Your mother huffed, “You have to be a goblin to do that.”

You paused. “How did you know that?”

In truth, your mother now had a near encyclopedic knowledge of the Wizarding World, both because she took her job extremely seriously and studied all there was to know about the magical world and also because Arthur Weasley was one of those wonderful people who filled up spaces with the most pleasant, easy-going chatter of the many places and people he was interested in.

Your mother crossed her arms. “You’re not being serious about this, are you?”

“I am!” you said hurriedly. “I swear.”

Remus stepped up to your side. “The truth is that there’s an organization that needs your daughter very much.”

Your mother eyed Remus distrustfully.

Remus continued, “You’ve likely recognized from working at the Ministry that things are… not altogether well in the Wizarding World. And the organization operating at Grimmauld Place is attempting to rectify that, and they rely entirely on volunteers. While it’s not a formal job, per se, it’s quite important work.”

“Hm.” Your mother looked Remus up and down, much as you had done in the car. “Well, that’s true,” she conceded. “Arthur has been telling me about Professor Dumbledore’s efforts to break the truth that the Dark Lord is back. The Ministry doesn’t seem to be taking the news very well.”

You blinked. “Mum, you know so much…”

“I’m the only one left out!” your brother interjected. “Wish I was magical. And a cool beast-man, like he is.” He nodded at Remus.

Your mother paused. “Speaking of…” She came and stood in front of Remus. “You coward.”

“Mum - ” you began.

“You shush. I’m not talking to you.” Your mother stared hard at Remus. “You didn’t tell her what you are.”

“No, ma’am,” Remus said quietly, defenselessly.

“I cannot believe you. You went so far as to be in a relationship with my daughter, and you didn’t tell her?”

“Mum, stop it - ”

“That you would lie to her like that, you awful person - ”

Remus’ face was becoming ash white. He mumbled, almost under his breath, “I- I was wrong. I’m sorry.”

You raised your voice. “Mum!”

“And how dare you be so ashamed of what you are?” Your mother poked Remus’ shoulder hard. “Do you think that you’re the only one who suffers? Most people who are poor bear the difficulties of life on their bodies; most people who are physically tired are mentally exhausted; most people who are mentally exhausted are alienated from society. Yes, your situation was extreme – but how could you let yourself fall so low, Remus Lupin? People call me a wretch, a beggar, even a whore. The only thing that saves me from my own misery is that I don’t let myself believe in it and I don’t let myself become it. But you - ”

Completely fed up, you suddenly jumped in-between your mother and Remus. Turning to your mother, you said furiously, “He saved your life, so I don’t know what the hell you’re going on about! Besides, this is between me and Remus and I’ve decided that I’m fine with it, so who are you to come in and cause problems for us?”

Your mother said quietly, “I don’t want either of you to suffer just because you’re in love. Feelings can fade away, but the truth doesn’t.”

At this, Remus’ eyes flashed up to your mother.

But you were too enraged to notice. “Remus insisted that we come here and pay our respects to you, but I’ve had it. Come on, Remus, let’s get out of here.” You turned and grabbed Remus’ arm and yanked him out of the apartment.

Your brother called after the two of you, “I still think you were awesome!”

* * * * * * * * * *

You led the way back to the car, fuming all the while. “I don’t know what she expects, when she goes off like that. Honestly, who does she think she is? She can say stuff like that to me, of course, because I’m her kid, but what right has she got to say anything to you?”

Remus slid into the driver’s seat. “She’s right, though” he said quietly. “She’s only saying things I need to hear.”

“She’s not right,” you said hotly. “And we’re not coming back here until she apologizes. Let’s go, Remus.”

Remus started up the car.

However, on the way back – the car suddenly lurched once more and the drive became extremely bumpy.

“Oh, no,” Remus sighed. “I’ll have to have a look.” He pulled the car over.

You started to clamber out as well when Remus said, “No, you stay in the car. It shouldn’t take long, I hope.”

You waited in the car for ten minutes before you stuck your head out of the window. “Do you know what you’re doing, Rem? Or do you want some help?”

“No, no, I’ve got it. It’s a flat tire, that’s all.”

You waited ten minutes more – “Forget it,” you muttered, and you got out of the car.

You walked over to the tail end of the car. “Sorry, Remus, but I’d rather be out here and - ” Your words died on your lips as you took in the sight of Remus, with his shirt half-opened, sleeves rolled up, hair a right mess, grease on his shoes and pants, a streak of dirt on his cheek, and some type of grim on his forearms, and his tie flung haphazardly over his shoulder. It was rather humid outside, the sort-of atmosphere that gripped the world right before a rainstorm, and Remus’ face was covered in a light sheen of sweat. He looked utterly bemused, with his brows drawn together, as he stared hard at the car tire.

You put your hand over your mouth and fought the urge to break out laughing.

Remus looked up at you. “Sorry this is taking so long,” he said ruefully. “I thought I knew how to do this.”

“Never mind,” you said. “Let me help. I know how to do this.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, my father taught me when I was quite young. That was back when we had a car, and when he was still around, of course…” You rambled on as you replaced the tire with ease. “He loved cars. He used to take broken junk cars and fix them all up. My brother and I would just sit and watch him. Mum would bring us juice and sandwiches. If it was a nice summer day, we’d all sit outside together while Dad worked on his car… There. Done.” You stepped back to review your handiwork. “That should get us back to the car rental store.”

Remus gave you a sheepish grin. “Nice job.”

You laughed brightly. “Oh, Rem, you look a right mess.”

Remus reached up and pushed his now-scruffy hair back from his face. “I’m sure I do.”

You came over and attempted to straighten out the front of his hair. “Ah, what a shame. When you even wore a suit...”

Remus sighed. “What a mess. Everything fell apart today, didn’t it?”

You used your sleeve to wipe the streak of dirt off of his cheek. “Why did you go to the trouble of all this, anyhow? I know you wanted to make a good impression on my mum, but why the car and the suit?”

“Well…” Remus gave a half-hearted shrug. “Isn’t this what a stable, successful man looks like in the Muggle world? A car and a suit?”

“Sure, but why would that matter?” you asked, confused, but tenderly dusting off the shoulders of his jacket.

“It’s only that I – Well - ” Remus cleared his throat. “It’s clear to me that your family loves you, and I suppose I wanted to give them confidence that you’ll be safe with me.”

“Oh…” You paused. He wanted to convince my mother that I’d be safe with him. You stared up at Remus. How… How sweet…

“I couldn’t come right out and say it, not just yet,” Remus murmured, speaking almost to himself now. “Still, I wanted to try to convey that to them. I thought, well, maybe showing that I can be a respectable, decent man – in the Muggle way since they might be more familiar with that – might help them feel more comfortable with me. Especially with your mother. Although, she seems quite knowledgeable about the Wizarding World now, so maybe this was all for nothing. But I wanted to show her that I’m not some half-naked loon tripping over pears and oranges – well, I was – but that’s not all I am - ”

You flung your arms around Remus’ shoulders and kissed him as hard as you could.

Remus started. His hands flew out and he grasped your hips as you all but barreled into him.

Remus Lupin, you wonderful man, you thought, as you kissed him silly. Always so thoughtful…

“Lovely!” Remus breathed out, as you furiously kissed his face all over.

A car passed by just then, and all five people inside wolf-whistled and the driver honked.

Embarrassed, Remus murmured, “Er – perhaps we should – uh – drive back first…”

You and Remus, both a bit dazed, got back in the car.

“It’s quite hot outside, isn’t it?” Remus murmured, wiping the back of his hand across his forehead. “I didn’t realize while I was outside, but now we’re back in the car, I can tell that it’s very humid outside.” He peered out of the window and up at the sky. “Looks like rain soon.”

You nodded, though you weren’t looking out at the window at all. You were staring at Remus, and you watched as a thin sliver of sweat dripped from the side of his face. You hesitated. Humid… Yes, that’s why I’m feeling this way. That’s all it is. Humid. Electric. Feverish… You clasped your hands together and then sandwiched them between your knees. Just the humidity…

Remus drove a little ways, but when the car stopped at a traffic light, you whispered, unable to help yourself, “…Remus.”

“Hm?” Remus looked over at you.

You were staring at him, with your hands clasped tightly in your lap. Your shirt had gone slightly lopsided, catching a bit on your shoulder. But Remus only noticed that for a second, because the next moment, he caught sight of your expression – your brow was furrowed and your eyes had that brilliant sparkle that was your trademark when you wanted something – Remus’ heart thumped –

“Remus,” you whispered again. You lifted one hand and slowly reached over and put it on top of Remus’ hand. “You… You look good in a suit.”

“Oh…” Remus, hardly realizing it, began to lean over to kiss you…

The traffic light turned green.

“Traffic light,” you whispered softly.

Remus started. “Ah, right. Sorry. Must pay better attention.” Your hand slipped off of Remus’ as Remus began driving again.

You hesitated. You didn’t want to be too needy, but your mind was dizzy with a strange sort of fever.You blurted out, “I’m sorry, but could we stop the car behind that tree? Just for – Just for a few seconds.”

“Um, all right.” Remus parked the car in an empty parking lot, behind a leafy willow tree. He made a half-hearted joke, bleating out, “Huh, did we fix the car just to drive another five feet?”

“I suppose so,” you said. You meant to laugh, but the tension was killing you. It’s just that he’s so kind and considerate, and it honestly makes my heart race, and I’d like to be close to him… Please… Rather thoughtlessly, you’d reached out, as if to touch his chest – but you suddenly paused, and your fingers slipped around his tie instead.

Remus, whose knuckles had turned white from gripping his hands into fists, whispered tightly, “Lovely?”

“Remus…”

“What?”

“I like your tie very much, too.”

Remus looked over at you, slightly puzzled. “You like me in a tie and suit?”

You nodded softly, staring at him as though through a haze. “Yes, very much.” You slowly slid your hand up his tie, up his chest… His warmth… I love feeling his warmth… I want – I want to sink into him. You swallowed hard, though you tried to be discreet about it.

“Well,” Remus said wryly, “that doesn’t bode too well, does it? Seeing as we go around in cloaks most days - ”

You cut him off, with a soft, but quite tight, murmur. “Remus.”

Remus paused. Why does she keep saying my name? I mean, I don’t mind at all. But it sounds like she wants something, only she won’t say what it is. He was suddenly very aware of the fact that you had slid your hand up his tie and were now pulling gently at the knot. He wondered, is she trying to get my tie off? Remus’ gaze traced your hand, then your arm, up to your shoulder, then to your face… His eyes met yours.

Oh. The realization hit Remus all at once.

Remus’ mouth suddenly became very dry, and his heart leapt into his throat. He heard himself say, in a cracked, uncertain voice that barely sounded like him, “Would you – Would it be all right if I kissed you?”

Your eyes brightened at once, but, almost in contrast, you nodded solemnly.

“Yes…?” Remus whispered hoarsely.

And then, that blessed word fell from your lips, “Yes.”

That was it.

You both leaned towards each other at the same moment, and your mouths crashed together in a heated kiss. At once, shy but needy whimpers escaped both of you. You kissed each other feverishly, both of you turning your heads to slot your mouths together perfectly.

In that moment, all there was in that run-down little car was the tender hum, emitting from that feverish, lion-like, yet all too quiet passion that flows from our very cells when we are with our other halves.

After a long while, Remus’ hand slipped up the back of your neck (making you shiver most wonderfully) and his fingers slipped into your hair, as he pressed your head softly towards his, to kiss you deeper. You were straining slightly to breathe, as you were having to learn over the middle compartment box, but you did your best to hide it because you didn’t want to separate from Remus even an inch.

But Remus, who had brought up his other to caress your cheek, paused – for the back of his hand had brushed past your chest, and he realized how hard you were panting.

In a soft, deeply protective voice, Remus breathed out, “Come here.”

“Hm?” you murmured, still too busy kissing him. But suddenly - “Oh!”

In one swift motion, Remus grasped you and pulled you over. You gasped slightly as you suddenly found yourself in his lap.

“Better?” Remus murmured, and he leaned forward to grasp your hair again and kiss your neck rather roughly.

“Ah… Yes…” You clutched onto his shoulders and tilted your head back for him.

As he kissed your neck all over, Remus murmured, “Is this what you wanted, Lovely? Is this why you were complimenting my tie?”

“I really thought you looked nice in it,” you said softly. “But – ah - ” you gasped softly as Remus bit your neck gently – “Mm, yes, this is what I wanted.”

Having your confirmation, Remus moved with more intention now. His hands traveled down your body, feeling your breasts and then slipping down your curves, feeling your soft tummy, and then grasping gently at your hips.

You moaned, and you moved your hips softly, instinctively reacting to his gentle, loving touch.

A soft pitter-patter sound began to fill the car, as the skies finally succumbed to the weight of its gathered tears, and let the rain fall gently onto the humble earth.

Remus was kissing you lower and lower, until he greedily yanked up the front of your shirt and buried his face against your breasts. You gasped, and you hugged Remus tightly around his shoulders, holding onto him as much as you could. Remus used one hand to fist the front of your shirt and keep it out of the way. With the other, he pushed down your bra, and then, bending his head down, he pressed his open mouth against your sweet breasts.

“Uhn…” You closed your eyes and lost yourself to the sensation of Remus lavishing you with his mouth. Oh Godric, his mouth feels so good on me.

“Lovely,” Remus whispered in a raspy voice, “open your mouth a little.”

“Huh - ? Mmpfh!”

Remus had gently but decisively stuffed your shirt into your mouth, so that you could hold it up and out of the way. This left Remus free to press his hands against your back, so that he could push you forward slightly against him, and this allowed him to kiss, suck, and bite your breasts even more lovingly.

“Mm!” you gasped, and the sound came out quite muffled.

Remus’ mouth was so hot and wet, and he was sucking and biting your breasts all over, and he was holding you so that you were anchored to his lap, and you could hardly squirm.

“Mmm…” Remus moaned long and loud. Lovely’s gotten softer, somehow, he thought adoringly.

Sharing the driver’s seat together, and with Remus being rather tall and lanky, the two of you were cramped together. Remus could feel every little breath and move you were making. He felt how your legs tightened on either side of his when he bit softly at your breasts, and he could feel your tummy buckling when he ran his tongue in wet little circles around your nipples.

The fact that this space was so confined meant that it was very hard to move, and slowly but surely, a deep, feverish desire bloomed inside of you, responding joyously to the love that Remus was giving you, but also responding impatiently to the constraints of this tiny space. Soon, the fever had spread to the top of your head to your toes and you were bursting with the need to kiss Remus back, to undress him, to feel his warm skin on yours, to taste him, to have him inside of you – anything, any movement, any release – please!, you begged in your head.

Finally, with a loud, breathless gasp that made your shirt fall out of your mouth, you tugged Remus’ head back up again and you aggressively kissed him once more. Your hands slipped off of Remus’ shoulders and onto the driver’s seat behind him. Grabbing that, you pulled yourself closer to him and pressed your hips into him.

Remus breathed out heavily, and his hands fell to your thighs. When he leaned in to kiss you back, his hands steadily slid up your thighs.

You mumbled something that Remus didn’t catch and between kisses, he whispered to you, “What?”

“I said I wish I was wearing a dress,” you murmured back. “Or a skirt.”

You felt Remus’ lips curve up as he chuckled softly. “Is that so?”

You wiggled your hips slightly, hoping that Remus would get the message and slide his hands further up.

Remus kept his hands resolutely still, and he murmured to you, “Why? What are you imagining?”

You were now shifting back and forth quite obviously on Remus’ lap – yet he still kept his hands exactly where they were, in the middle of your thighs.

You groaned wantingly, “You know what, Remus John Lupin.”

Remus kept that soft smile on his lips, as he whispered teasingly, “My full name?”

“Yes, because you know,” you said accusingly. You bit down on your lower lip and let out a frustrated sigh. “…You know I have a a thing for your hands. And I… I like when you touch me.” You blushed as you admitted, “I always have.”

Remus gazed up at you, admiring your blushing face. “Is that right?”

“Yes,” you insisted. Reaching up, you gripped the back of his hair in your hands as you fidgeted on top of his lap, shifting your thighs this way and that, still hoping that his hands would slip up your thighs…

When Remus refused to budge, you groaned and let your head fall forward onto his shoulder. You tugged a bit at his hair as you muttered, “Mean.”

Remus let out a quiet laugh before he acquiesced. “All right, all right.” Finally, he slid his hands up, letting his large, warm palms move up your pants.

Lifting your head up, you hurriedly reached down with one hand undid the front button of your pants.

Remus whispered, “Why are you in such a rush, Lovely?”

In a rush? You blinked rather stupidly, for in all serious, you didn’t think you were in a rush. Rather, you didn’t understand why everything was taking so long. Why aren’t Remus’ hands on me already? you thought desperately.

But you’d already given one embarrassing confession, and you didn’t feel that you were due for another so soon. So, you managed to mumble out, “Um, don’t we have to return the car by five?”

“Ah, I see,” Remus said lightly. He let his hand brush tantalizingly between your legs as he whispered, “The car…”

“Y-Yes,” you mumbled, your voice catching when you felt Remus’ hand brush up against you. “We’ve got to return the car. Be responsible – Mm…”

Remus, finding you irresistibly cute, leaned forward and kissed you again. You started to wrap your arms around his shoulders, when he pulled back slightly to say, “And who was it that made me stop the car in the first place, hm?”

“Oh…” You looked down. Even knowing that Remus was teasing you, you felt embarrassed. Yes, it wasn’t just the humidity, was it? you thought. It was pouring rain now, but you were feeling more flushed and wanting than ever.

Remus watched you as you steadily became pinker and pinker in front of him. Oh, Lovely… Look at you, he whispered adoringly in his head. But you know, don’t you? That I want you just as badly, if not more.

At that moment, you sighed a little. Then, you turned back to Remus and said, in a low voice, “All right. I want you, Remus. I… I couldn’t wait.” You bit your lower lip again, before you continued, “And I would appreciate very much if – if - ” Your brow furrowed as you struggled to voice what you wanted to say. You burst out, rather intensely and rather ungracefully, “Don’t make me wait! Not when I want you so much.”

Remus blinked. He’d forgotten how your voice became low and raspy when you were all pent-up and wanting like this. Besides that, your reaction was much more genuine than he had intended. I was only teasing her a little. But Lovely’s so serious. She must… He swallowed hard. She must really want this. Even more than she’s letting out. She’s starving for me to touch her…

“I want you,” you repeated feelingly.

Well, I can take care of that, Remus thought. Before he knew it, he had pushed his hand into your pants and he was pressing his long fingers up against you, touching you through your panties.

Remus heard you inhale quickly and your fingers tightened in his hair.

Remus leaned forward and caught your mouth in a kiss. Yes, I can take care of you, Lovely, he said stoutly in his head, declaring a promise to himself. And I will. I won’t keep you waiting ever again. He pushed his hand further inside of your pants, until he slotted his hand firmly between your thighs. Only heaven and hell can ever know how much I want you too, my love.

You shuddered against him. “Ah… So warm…”

“Mm,” Remus breathed out, as he rubbed his hand against you.

You moaned softly as you felt that wonderful, warm pressure between your legs and against your panties. “Uh…”

Remus hugged your waist with his other arm and whispered lowly, “Just so you know, I’ll happily pay another day for this car, if it means I get to take my time and enjoy you.”

Your breath hitched – and Remus’ fingers lithely pushed aside your panties and pressed down on your bare clit –

O-Ohhhhh… Your hands slipped out of Remus’ hair. One slipped onto the window, and the other fluttered about in the air until you finally found the dashboard to hold onto.

“There you go,” Remus murmured, pushing his fingers in tight little circles against your clit. “Getting all warm and wet, mm, good girl.”

“R-Remus,” you blurted out – and then you let out a soft, but desperate, open-mouthed moan as Remus leaned forward to kiss the side of your neck softly while he touched you.

You didn’t know if Remus was aware of this, but he had a tendency to cage you in and pin you down when he got lost in the heat and pleasure of it all. Sure enough, the more fervent your gasps became and the more your hips bucked against his hands, the more Remus leaned forward, until he was all but pinning you down against the steering wheel.

You leaned forward at first, trying to even out the balance. But when Remus finally pushed aside your panties with a quick brush of his fingers and then pressed his warm hand directly against your bare pussy, your mind went beautifully blank for a second and you leaned back entirely.

HONNNNKKK!

You both jumped – and you hit the top of your head against the roof of the car – “Ow!”

“Lovely!”

“No, it’s fine, I’m fine. It’s just… the stupid car horn.”

Remus sheepishly hugged you back towards him, so that you weren’t leaning against the steering wheel. “Oh, right. Forgot about that.”

“Well, forget about it again,” you murmured, and you began to kiss his neck.

Remus moaned softly, and he let his head fall back against the driver’s seat.

You let out a soft growl and you bit and sucked at his neck. Your hands found his shoulders and you held onto him as you buried your head against his neck. At the same time, your thighs, positioned on either side of his, squeezed tightly, and then you gently rolled your hips forward against him. At the same time, with your mouth still latched onto Remus’ neck, you let out a hard pant, and Remus felt your warm breath puff across his neck.

Remus’ heart gave a leap when he felt you push up against him like that. His eyes opened, and his hands shot to your thighs.

Remus continued to let you have him, kissing and biting at his neck all over, making sure he knew – both now when he was feeling your sweet mouth on him and later, when your soft love marks would bloom brilliantly all over his neck – that he was yours.

Remus was more than happy to let you take your time in kissing him so sweetly and marking him as yours, but he couldn’t merely sit still. He had to touch you, too. He had to. His hands slid up to the insides of your thighs and he made to touch you again, only you were pressed up too close to him. Not wanting to push you away, yet needing to touch you, Remus made to push your thighs open more, but the space was too small, and your knees pushed up against the car door on one side, and the middle compartment on the other. Remus let out a noise of impatience.

You paused. “Something wrong?”

“No, it’s only – Well, if I could only touch you,” Remus murmured, with his words all tumbling out in a soft waterfall. “Could we perhaps move to the back seat?”

Before you could even make sense of his words, Remus had lifted you slightly. Realizing what he wanted, you quickly clambered over into the backseat and Remus followed after you.

As soon as you turned around, Remus pushed you gently but hastily down onto the seat with a rough, needy kiss.

“Ah…” You moaned against his mouth, and your hands came up to his chest, to help steady him, while Remus’ hands had already found your waist to hold onto as he tumbled into the seat after you.

Remus was quite greedy with you, sinking into you quickly so that your thighs had to spread to make room for his hips. His hands slipped off of your waist, and he put one hand down on the seat to keep from collapsing on top of you, but with his other hand he touched your face lovingly, brushing your cheek with his thumb repeatedly while he cradled your face.

You closed your eyes, losing yourself to the wonderful sensation of Remus holding you and kissing your neck all over. Everything was so perfect – except for that growing ache between your legs. “Since we’ve got a bit more space now, might you - could you – um – could you maybe – ah…” you stuttered out, as Remus sucked hard at your neck.

“Hm?” Remus replied rather nonchalantly as he left a soft flurry of love bites all over your throat – his reply, as it were, to tell you that you were his.

“Ah!” You trembled and your hips bucked softly, and it took you a minute to pull yourself together before you managed to whisper, in a wanting, yet dreamy voice that sounded much the same as it had many years ago, when the two of you were curled up under the Ravenclaw tapestry, sharing your dormitory bed: “H-Hands. Want your hands on m-me.”

Remus nodded. He began to reach down and slide his hand back into your pants, when you suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Remus paused and looked down at you, wondering why you were grabbing him like that. You stared up at him and whispered, “…Inside me.”

“What, Lovely?” Remus murmured. “Say it again.”

“Fingers…” Your hand slipped down and you gently traced his fingers with your own, as you breathed out, “…inside me…please.”

Remus breathed out. He lowered himself to gently press his forehead against yours. “You want my fingers inside of you, Lovely?”

You nodded fervently, and you guided Remus’ hand to quickly slip into your pants.

Remus smiled, adoring the way that you were asking for him. He brushed aside the thin slip of cloth covering you with the back of his fingers, and then -

“Ah...” You shut your eyes tightly as you felt his fingers push gently inside of you. Your hands came up and you gently held onto the sides of Remus’ jacket.

“Mm,” he whispered hoarsely. “So tight, sweetheart.”

Remus burrowed his fingers deeper into you and then curved them slightly inside of you, pushing you open just a bit.

“Uh!” Your thighs trembled and you squeezed Remus’ jacket tighter, with your hands bunching up into fists. Your stomach tensed, and your head came up for a moment, as a tight pant escaped you.

Remus slipped his other arm around your shoulders and, gently pulling you up, he hugged you to him.

You hugged him right back and you buried your face in his shoulder and moaned as Remus fingered you harder.

You grasped messily at the seat and blearily made your way up until your head was resting against the window. But Remus followed you, until he had you caged right where he wanted you – against the window, and very much in his arms.

Mm, Remus thought, loving the feeling of your warm, wet walls squeezing his fingers. All tight and sweet, my Lovely…

And as he pumped his fingers inside of you steadily, you slipped back down slightly, until your face was pressed up a little against Remus’ chest. You tried in vain to prop your feet up against the seat or the floor, but Remus’ hips were resting between your thighs, and besides, he was touching you quite fervently now, and you didn’t have much strength left in your legs as your thighs squeezed against his hips and your toes curled in your shoes.

In desperation, you reached out and sought solace by hugging Remus and gripping his jacket in your hands and moaning deeply against his chest.

Remus felt your hot breath on his chest. He bent his head down and gently nudged your head with his, bringing your face up, and then he caught your lips in another kiss. You kissed him back, but then Remus thrust his fingers into you – you cried out and fell back. And when Remus chased you for another kiss, you panted out, “Ah – W-Want - , B-But c-can’t, Rem!”

Remus paused. He hadn’t noticed until now how hard he was squeezing you into his hug, making you pant quite hard while he finger-fucked your pussy deeper and deeper. A sheen of sweat was on your forehead, and your face had gone all pink. Remus also realized, for the first time, how tense your thighs were and how tight your grip was on his jacket.

“Oh, Lovely, are you close?” Remus breathed out, surprised.

“Nngh – Of course I am – Are you – Are you teasing me?” you half-panted and half-mumbled out, almost indignantly.

Remus smiled softly at you. He replied, earnestly, “I wasn’t teasing.” In his head, he thought, Though now I want to, seeing how cute you are like this, Lovely…

While he was gazing at you, his hand had paused. And you couldn’t stand it. More than anything, you needed him to keep going. “Rem, don’t stop, please,” you begged suddenly. You reached down and grasped his wrist needily. “I – I am close. Please don’t stop.”

“All right. Just… shush. I’ve got you, Lovely.” Remus worked his fingers back into you – deep and somewhat roughly – and he watched your mouth drop open and the flush on your cheeks turn even more brilliant.

“Oh, Godric, yes, right there,” you breathed out heavily. “Ah, ah, ah…!” Your hands pattered down his arms furiously and then – you scrabbled a little at the front of his shirt before you managed to yank his shirt out of his trousers so that you could grip it – right as that incredible tension began to coil up in your tummy.

Remus could feel your pussy spasming all around his fingers. “So tight,” he hissed lightly. He could only imagine how tight you could feel around his cock… He pushed his fingers back into your wet little pussy harshly, and you gasped, “Ah!”

Your back arched – Remus hurriedly tugged downwards at your waist, to keep you anchored against him, for he wanted to feel you cum for him – and your thighs trembled heavily all over and then – “Uhnnnnn…!”

Remus moaned with you, as he felt you release with his fingers still buried deeply inside of you.

Desperately pushing your hands against the window and the seat, you lifted yourself just enough that you could clamp your thighs together, drawing Remus’ fingers even deeper inside of you as you came all over his hand.

Remus groaned. Her sweet cum… Mm… I want it. His eyes flickered up to you. You had your eyes closed, and you were panting furiously. Your shirt was caught just above your bra, and Remus watched the way your tight little body moved as you fought to catch your breath. I want her, Remus thought. I… want her so badly. All of her.

“Sweetheart,” Remus whispered.

“W-What?” you breathed out. “Do – Do we need to return the car?”

Remus still kept one arm around you, but with his other hand, he gently pulled down the front of your shirt. As he did, he replied, “I suppose. But that’s not what’s on my mind.”

You opened your eyes and looked at him. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“I want to take you to bed,” Remus said, and he lifted his hand and slowly sucked at his fingers. “If you’ll let me.”

“Oh. Oh.” Your heart jolted happily.

“To do that, I suppose we have to return this car first, though I have half to mind to drive straight to Grimmauld Place right now.”

You stared at Remus with wide eyes. He’s so assertive. Has he always been like this?

Remus paused. “Unless… you don’t want to, of course.” Just like that, his gentlemanly demeanor returned. He reached up and quietly fixed your hair for you.

“That sounds like a wonderful plan,” you said finally, smiling at him.

“Okay, then.” Remus gently helped you to get back in your seat.

When you had clambered back into his seat, Remus paused.

“Wha – Oh! I’m so sorry,” you said, when you noticed the small wet spot you had left on the front of his trousers.

Remus chuckled. “Don’t apologize, sweetheart. I’m the one who made you like that, after all.”

You stared hungrily at Remus. Oh Gods, if he keeps talking like that, I’m not going to be able to stop myself.

Remus looked over at you. “What?”

“Let’s… get going, please,” you said, and your voice nearly cracked with want.

Remus nodded. “All right. And I’m sorry to stop there, but – well, for what I’d like to do with you, the car simply isn’t big enough.”

Your heart skipped a beat – and your pussy thumped. You slotted both your hands between your legs and squeezed them. In a small voice, you whispered tightly, “Um, if you speed a little, I won’t tell.”

Remus laughed lightly, but his eyes were serious and his entire body was quite tense as he hurriedly drove the car back to the shop.

You waited outside for him. When Remus came out, you held your hand out and said, “Rem - ” By then, he had already grabbed your hand and Apparated back to Grimmauld Place.

#fanfic #fanfiction #foxtail and wolfsbane #harry potter imagine #harry potter smut #marauders era #marauders #remus lupin #remus lupin smut #remus lupin x reader

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mantecol · 11 months ago

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I WILL NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT LEGENDS OF THE FALL CAUSE THAT MOVIE IS AMAZING. THE ACTING IS IMPECCABLE, THE HURT, LOVE, ANGER AND LONELINESS YOU FEEL. GOD WHEN ALFRED MENTIONS TRISTAN IS GOING TO MARRY ISABEL II AND SUSANA'S REACTION.

#PLEASE GIVE IT A TRY I NEVER ASK FOR MUCH JUST WATCH THE MOVIE JESUS FUCK I WANNA KMS I LOVE THIS MOVIE W ALL MY HEART

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m0rada · 2 years ago

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Susana: You think you want me to shut up? I have to listen to myself even qhen I'm not talking.

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lilieevans-blog · 5 years ago

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after 3 years off tumblr I don’t know what my fandom interests are anymore so I’m like, apart from hp blogs who should I follow ?? What do I like ??? Interests ? Hobbies ? Who knows

#not hp #txt #shut up susana #hp

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fluttershys-lament · 3 years ago

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why did i think that moria casán and la mona jiménez were the same person 😭😭 what the hell

#shut up nini #i literally called moria that huh 💀#and thought that she looked like susana gimenez #also didn't know that la mona is a singer what???? huh #edit: btw all three of em are argentinians. i dunno how famous (? la mona is but moria and susana are p well known here

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imsusx · 5 years ago

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I would like to say that I feel extra powerful with red hair and imma say it: god didn’t give me red hair bc the world WASNT ready!!!!!! And imma get even more red pigment bitch imma be looking like the little mermaid the fuck!!!!!

If anyone wanna talk about hair (one of my fave things) let me know I have plenty conversation bitch!!!!

#susana rants #omg i need to shut up #anyways #tea time

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eunoia-writes · 2 years ago

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Dating conrad fisher * Headcanon

Warnings - sfw and nsfw, minors DNI

I feel like Conrad’s love langue would be acts of service or physical touch

Conrad quite evidently has trouble verbally expressing his emotions so he does anything else he can to show you just how head over heels he is for you

Its little things like making sure to get you a raspberry muffin on his morning muffin runs because he knows you don’t like blueberries

To constantly touching you in some way whether that’s having a hand on your thigh while you sit doing nothing or holding your hand the second you left the house insisted it was so you didn’t get lost in the crowd but really he just enjoyed having you close

For you and Conrad it’s very much the little things that make you guys you.

he’d 100% teach you to sail and surf trying not to laugh to much when you completely wiped out

you’d teach him how to play the piano and bake which would usually end in both of you covered in flour and being lectured by Laurel for making such a mess

you’d definitely have some elaboration dance you’d both learnt and would whip out the second you heard the song no matter where you were (I picture it to the song footloose)

it would usually be Susana who put the song on and begged you too do the dance because she couldn’t get enough of the way her Connie smiled as he span you around

dancing in a rain storm is a must for you two

late night swims that ended in you laying and watching the stars

You definitely made him a swiftie

He would so learn to play your favourite Taylor song on the guitar

You don’t necessarily argue much but when you do all hell breaks lose

Your arguments can last days. Both of you two stubborn to say sorry to each other it usually ended in Jeremiah getting annoyed at both of you bitching to him so he forces you to make up

Connie was always the one to give in and apologise first

And when you do eventually make up it’s like it never happened

Let’s back track slightly

when you and Conrad were ‘just friends’ it so obvious to everyone that you were made for each other

The subtle glances from across the room

The way you blushed when you’re hands accidentally touched

You were both smitten

And it only took you being incredibly drunk at a beach party to admit that when he called you his ‘friend’ it was bullshit because friends don’t look at each other the way you guys do

he just told you to shut up and turned back to the person he was previously introducing you too and went “my bad, this is y/n… my girlfriend.”

and from then on wherever you were, he was.

I feel like you were definitely the first person he told when he found out his mom was sick again.

he’d forgot he asked you to come over that night when you found him sat on the edge of his bed sobbing into his hands

he was hesitant to tell you at first but when we did he’d never felt lighter

you kept him grounded. You made me feel like everything was normal when it was far from it

you were home for him

NSFW below (Minors DNI)

Conrad was Definitely more experienced than you when it came to sex.

He’d been with multiple people before hand. Let’s be honest he was a little bit of a fuck boy

you’d been with one or two people but it was nothing special. not like it was when you were with Conrad.

The first time you guys had sex you were both nervous wrecks. Constantly asking if the other was okay if it felt good.

It was slow sex but he goes deep. like almost bruising your cervix. he’s definitely someone who likes watch you struggle to keep quite.

He’s very into dirty talk “yeah, you like that? fuc-“ or “you look so good like this. Such a mess just for me”

just a string of pet names from Pretty girl to calling you a dirty little slut

I feel like Conrad is definitely a boob guy. Constantly got his hands or mouth all over them.

He’d definitely be the king of head. He could go down on you for hours if you’d let him. From the way you tastes to the way you let out those pretty little whimpers and whispers of his name had him addicted

this man can give some toe curling, heart throbbing, back arching, head spinning, mouth watering head and he’s so smug about it too.

he loves knowing the fact that while you’re sat being a brat he can have you a mess in a matter of seconds

likes to leave hickies all over your neck for other people to see, and loves to see how flustered you get about it when Jeremiah or Steven points them out.

While he lives to please you he goes completely weak when you blow him, like literally whimpering and whining, his hands shaking. He definitely begs.

he’d beg so much just for you to let him finish and of course how can you say no to him

Something about conrad just gives kinky vibes like he’s definitely one to Tie you up and just edge you for hour on end just so he can watch the mascara run down yourself as you beg him to let you finish

“please Connie… please.” Your begs were music to his ears so he couldn’t help but push for more “oh I thought you said you could take it… maybe if you weren’t such a brat I’d let you finish.” He just watch as your back arched “I’ll be good I promise, please Connie.”

and just like you he can’t say no to you when you’re looking so pretty for him

He’s definitely the jealous type as well and you knew it and liked to push your luck. Knowing if you acted like a brat for long enough he’d have you in the passenger seat of his car and have his way with you

He so had a Polaroid of you that he keeps in his wallet of you looking a wreck after you’d let Jeremiah flirt with you a little too much. Just as a reminder to Him that only he gets to see you that way

Only he gets to make you that way

#conrad fisher imagine #conrad fisher x y/n #conrad fisher x you #conrad fisher x reader #conrad #conrad fisher #tsitp imagine #tsitp x reader #tsitp #tsitp fanfic #the summer i turned pretty imagine #the summer i turned pretty x y/n #the summer i turned pretty x you #the summer i turned pretty x reader #the summer i turned pretty

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zafirosreverie · 4 years ago

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Must be the eyes (Teacher!Agatha x Fem!Student!Reader) part 3

(Part 1) (part 2)

a/n: this is too cliché and I’m sorry for that. not really.

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"I'm going to kill you" you hit Nick hard

"Ouch!" he exclaimed as he rubbed his shoulder "Damn Y/N, you have a good arm, you should consider boxing"

"Shut up! I’m mad at you!" you growled

"I know, I know! I'm sorry!" Nick threw up his hands in surrender "Listen, I didn't think Dalton was going to sit with me, okay? We were just chatting and I thought he would go to his seat as soon as we left"

"Ah, so leaving me standing in the hallway until your boyfriend left was the option? How is that better, Jadu?!" you crossed your arms.

"Sorry!" he said again "... but it wasn't that bad, was it? I mean, you ended up sitting with Ms Harkness"

"Yes, and then I used her as a pillow!" you hissed "Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was?! She sure hates me now, Nick!"

"I don't think she does" he smiled at you "she has been looking at you since we arrived"

It was true. Since you hurriedly got down of the bus, and in all the time that you had been in the hotel lobby (seriously, how hard was it to give you your rooms?! Why did they have to keep you there for hours?), you could feel the brunette’s eyes on you. But you hadn't been able to look at her face, so you only glanced at her from time to time.

"And?" you asked

"Well, it's true that it could be a 'I'm planning your murder, Y/L/N' look" he joked "But, at least from here, it seems more like a 'I want you to use me as a pillow again, and as a whole bed if you want' look"

You blushed and hit him again.

"Shut up" you muttered "You're on thin ice, Jadu"

He laughed and hugged you from behind. He was much taller than you, so you could hear his heart. You felt safe with him, like an older brother taking care of you.

But you weren't going to forgive him so easily.

"Get off, Nick" you growled jokingly and crossed your arms

"Ok, plan B then" he said and released you, then dropped to one knee and took your hands.

You laughed at his silliness and quickly put yourself on role by faking a pout.

"Y/N Y/L/N, my precious friend" he said "I am very sorry I hurted your feelings. What can this humble being do to earn your forgiveness?"

You stifled a laugh and tried not to smile "Nicholas Jadu, my idiot friend" you said "I'm afraid there is nothing you can do this time. Your offense is very serious"

"Please, my lady" he laughed "How about I offer you a book as a sacrifice?"

"Uhmm ... add a chamomile tea and you have a deal"

"deal"

Neither could hold your laughter any longer. You helped him to his feet and he put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer and ruffling your hair.

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Agatha couldn't help feeling a twinge of jealousy when she saw you laughing and playing with Nicholas. She knew she had no right to be jealous, especially when you were just talking to your friend like she had always seen you do since your first year at school.

She didn't want to hate the boy either (okay, maybe hate was a very strong word. She was just a little mad at him), because it wasn't his fault that she felt that way. He had no way of knowing that his closeness to you stirred his teacher's stomach. But she couldn't help it. Seeing you so happy and careless, hugging him and joking with him, was a lot for her. That, that was something she wanted.

She was so distracted by your interaction with Nicholas, that she didn't really pay attention to what Wanda and Jimmy were saying until her redhead pulled her by the arm and made her look at them.

"Agatha, do you agree?" she asked, making the brunette curse herself for not paying attention.

"Oh sorry hon, what?" she blinked.

"Weren't you listening?" Jimmy asked. Agatha rolled her eyes

"Well someone had to keep an eye on the kids while you guys were distracted at the reception" she lied.

"Sure" Wanda rolled her eyes before sighing "we have a problem"

"Now what?"

"We should have been suspicious when we were missing seats on the bus" Jimmy muttered, but the brunette didn't even turn to him.

"It seems we had more than one error when we did the math" Wanda told her.

"Are we missing a room too?" Agatha asked

"Something like that" replied the redhead "It seems that we are missing one on the girls’ side, and we have one left on the boys' side"

"But we can't let a female student sleep in the boys' area" Jimmy said.

"Not by law" agreed Wanda

"Okay" Agatha sighed "and I'm assuming the hotel can't change it"

"Nope"

Agatha sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. This trip was proving to be a headache and they have just arrived.

"But we thought of a solution" the redhead quickly assured her.

"Which is?" the brunette raised her eyebrow

"Our shared room is registered" Wanda said "And as teachers, one of us can occupy the room on the boys' side, while the other stays with the girls"

"And since they ... respect you more, we thought it was a good idea if you stayed with them" added Jimmy

"So, Wanda will sleep on the boys' side while I take care of the girls, and you want me to share a room with one of them."

"A student sharing a room with her teacher is not against school law as it would be to let the girl sleep on the boys' side" said Wanda

"Stupid heteronormative laws" Agatha thought "They're college students! They know what they’re doing! And it's not like everyone is straight, especially in this college. I'm sure 70% of our students are part of the LGBT + community"

But she couldn't say that out loud. So she just sighed and nodded

"Okay, I stay with the girls"

"Excellent" Wanda smiled "Now we just have to tell them"

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Agatha Harkness was not a woman who considered herself evil ... well, not too much. But she couldn't deny that she was slightly proud of the scared looks and worried murmurs from her students when Wanda told them that they would stay in charge of her.

"So who will share a room with Ms Harkness?" the redhead asked.

Agatha felt strangely confident and a little relieved. She knew you wouldn't volunteer in a million years, so she wouldn't have to deal with her feelings and spending time with another student might help her get rid of them. She wouldn't be tempted by you.

"Y/L/N will do it" a voice yelled, causing the brunette to frown.

Wait, what?

But she wasn't the only one confused by the statement.

You had been in the back of the group throughout Professor Maximoff's speech, decidedly avoiding looking at the brunette, no matter how many funny looks Nick gave you.

When she said someone should sleep with Ms Harkness, you thought that girl was lucky, but it was definitely not going to be you. There was no way in the world you would offer yourself, especially after what had happened on the bus. The statement made you freeze.

"Y/L/N will do it" Susana yelled, a few steps ahead of you.

"Wait, what?" you murmured, before feeling all eyes on you.

"Come on Y/N" someone whispered near you "You are the witch tamer"

"The what?" you frowned

"You are Harkness' favorite student" Susana confirmed "You are the only one who could survive the kraken"

"Okay, that's an exaggeration" you rolled your eyes

But it seemed like your classmates only heard the first word, because they immediately pushed you to the front of the group, offering you as a human sacrifice to the witch woman.

"Excellent" smiled the red-haired teacher "Everything settled then. Form two lines, men with Professor Woo and me, women with Professor Harkness" she said, totally oblivious to the scared look in your eyes or the way the brunette froze.

As everyone moved, you felt Nick's hand on your back and turned to look at him. He was smiling at you, but in a reassuring way, there was no mockery in his smile.

"You'll be fine Y/N" he assured you "Just charge your phone as soon as you enter the room and I will talk to you until you fall asleep"

You smiled at him gratefully. You really didn't deserve him.

"Thank you" you whispered.

Nick smiled at you one last time before he went to his line. Sighing, you took your things to form yours too, praying that you could survive these two weeks.

Looking quickly at your teacher, you could see that at least she seemed normal. She didn't look at you while she handed out the keys to the rooms, or when you guys got on the elevator. Perhaps she had already forgotten the incident. You wish you could too.

What you didn't know was that you weren't the only one panicking.

Agatha tried to appear calm and collected, as if she didn't care at all about the situation. She used all her willpower not to look at you while she did her chaperone duties, using her voice of authority. She had a reputation to uphold, after all.

But inside, she could feel her circuits melting and the little voices in her head screaming in panic.

"Shit, shit, shit! This wasn’t in the plan! Abort mission, abort, abort, abort! Mayday, mayday, mayday"

She needed to calm down. She needed to regain her self-control.

So she gave you the room keys, saying that she needed to do her rounds to make sure everyone was in their rooms, needing to put as much distance between you as possible.

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You sighed in relief as the hot water from the shower hit your back. You hadn't realized how tense you were.

You cursed Susana and the others in a low voice. How could they sacrifice you like this? Damn traitors. You knew there was no way they could know about your crush (although you honestly thought you were pretty obvious), so they weren't doing it because they hated you. But still, damn it.

"Two weeks" you whispered "Only two weeks. You can do it Y/N"

You desperately wished you could believe your own words.

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It took Agatha almost three hours to get to the room. She had been helping the girls get settled in, making sure everything was in order.

Some of them had had problems with their suitcases, so she had to solve that mess. She was totally not delaying going to her own room.

And she was definitely not thinking about the beautiful girl who was waiting for her there.

Ok, that sounded bad even in her head.

You weren't waiting for her. It wasn't like you were in her bed, in your underwear, specifically waiting for her to give yourself completely to her and-

"Enough" she mentally scolded herself. She shouldn't be having those thoughts about you.

She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, turning her attention to the hallway as the girls obediently entered into their rooms. She almost wished they weren't well-behaved little angels. Sure, she knew they were actually terrified of her, but it didn't matter.

The point was, she finished pretty fast (well, fast in her opinion) and she soon found herself reluctantly walking up to her room.

"Well ... let's get this over with" she thought as she used the other key "hopefully everything will be fine"

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It wasn’t fine. IT WASN’T FINE!

Agatha had almost turned and fled the room when she saw you lying on the bed.

You weren't exactly in your underwear, surrounded by rose petals, with candles as the only lighting and waiting for her in a seductive pose. No.

But you were lying on your stomach, wearing a set of shorts and a tank top as pajamas, in the middle of the bed, with the lamp on and reading peacefully. And for some reason, that was even sexier than her fantasy.

You looked so relaxed, so peaceful. Your legs kicked calmly as your hands turned the pages of the book, and your blouse left little to the imagination, showing the upper part of your breasts.

For a moment she imagined herself approaching you, gently removing the book from your hands, before kissing you deeply as she climbed on top of you.

She imagined running a hand up your stomach, lifting your tank top little by little. She wondered how your skin would feel under her touch. Would you blush if she caressed the base of your breasts? Or if she kissed your neck? What noise would you make if she lowered her hand to the spring of your shorts and-

Agatha cleared her throat to cover her moan. The noise made you jump up and look at her.

You were so focused on your reading that you hadn't noticed the other's presence. You hadn't even heard the door open. You looked at your teacher and couldn't help noticing the blush that adorned her cheeks. She seemed agitated.

"Are you okay Ms Harkness?" you asked softly, starting to get up. Getting close to her was the last thing you wanted to do, but you couldn't help but worry about her. Fortunately, you didn't have to.

"Perfectly fine, Miss Y/L/N" she smiled at you, although it seemed forced "However, I think the fatigue of the trip is catching up with me" she said, hurriedly walking to the other side of the room, where her suitcase was still unpacked. At least there were two beds, she wouldn’t have to be tortured by sleeping next to you.

You didn't say anything, a little confused by her attitude. You simply nodded and refocused on your reading.

Agatha was grateful for that. However, as she took her things out of the suitcase, she kept stealing glances at you, getting a little mad at you with every second that passed.

Who had given you permission to get into her head like this? You had no right to greet her in pajamas, to leave your legs and collarbones exposed for her to see. You had no right to drive her crazy, and then act worried about her, like it wasn't your fault she was a mess in the first place.

The fact that you didn't know the power you had over her wasn't a good enough excuse in her opinion.

Wait... she wasn't supposed to know about your crush on her either.

"Too bad for you, love" she thought, with a devilish smile.

She knew that she shouldn't do this, but she refused to be the only one to suffer in these two weeks!

Without saying anything, she took her towel and walked to the bathroom, "accidentally" forgetting her clothes on the bed. Upps, guess she would have to come out wrapped in the towel ... we'll see

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When the bathroom door closed, you let out a sigh that you didn't even know you were holding. You guessed it could be worse.

"If this keeps up, maybe we can survive the entire trip, Y/N" you muttered

When the thing with the rooms had happened, she didn't say anything about sharing with you, then she'd been gone for almost three hours and now she'd just walked into the bathroom, barely speaking to you. If she continued like this, indifferent, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

Smiling and feeling relieved, you read again, quickly losing yourself in the pages. You were reading about the Salem trials, wanting to be the best prepared for tomorrow's tour. After all, you were here for a research that would be evaluated in a lengthy essay. You wanted to be ready for it.

However, just a few minutes later (at least that felt like a few minutes to you, although it could have been hours, you could never be sure when you read), you heard the shower turn off and the bathroom door opened.

By now, you weren't that nervous anymore so you allowed yourself to look up and- OH. MY. GOD.

Agatha Harkness was standing in front of you, hair still dripping, barefoot and with only a towel wrapped around her body. You swallowed audibly and hid your face in your book, praying that she didn't notice the effect she was having on you.

Agatha smiled to herself as she sat on the edge of her own bed, at the end closest to you. She crossed her legs in a decidedly slow motion and reached out for her clothes, exposing her collarbone and neck to you.

You looked away when she started dressing. It was one thing to have a crush on her, but it was quite another to be rude and watch her change, no matter how much you wanted.

The older woman frowned a little, but she told herself that there would be time to tempt you more. When she finished changing, she glanced at you out of the corner of her eye, noticing for the first time the way one of your hands gripped the sheet while your legs were pressed firmly.

"A good start" she thought "Let's see how much more you can take, love ..."

She had agreed to make the trip so that you would be happy, and she was adamant about it. She would let you enjoy the guided tours of the town and you could enjoy your day as you wanted.

But the nights, she had just decided, belonged to her. And she wouldn't be the only one burning with desire and lust. She was completely determined to make this trip a lustful hell for you.

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comet-mossmos · 2 years ago

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ANOTHER DELTA THREAD BUT THIS TIME!! FLOWERS EDITION!! WHAT ARE THEIR FAVS?? HOW DO THEY REACT???

let's START WITH WHO INSPIRED THIS THREAD NOELLE FREAKING HOLIDAY

If someone gave them to her, she'd be so moved. Not only did they remember her flower, but they're saying they won't forget her.

She would LOVE forget-me-nots!!! the flower of true love AND good memories??? she has a lot to remember. her friendship with the Dreemurrs, her sister, days where her mom was home and not tough on her... Susie. The Darkworld. Her dreams.

Don't forget.

OKAY KRISMAS TIME

If someone gives Kris their flower, they won't say anything but they'll think about it all day. They don't let information about their past get away easy.

If they didn't get the choice to pick moss, they'd love the lotus. Born in mud, die in mud, then come back. In many Eastern cultures, they signify rebirth, self-regeneration, purity and enlightenment. Kris knows about the Player, Kris can break free from them, they can die but they'll always come back...

With the truth.

SIGH BERDLY. /lh

If someone gives Berdly his flower, he SHUTS UP. SOMEONE GIVE HIM THE FLOWER- /j

Okay Berdly realistically probably doesn't like flowers because he probably doesn't have a green thumb but... Bluebells! He will rant about why blue is clearly the best color and why these flowers are unmatched... but these flowers represent gratefulness in friendships and humility. He really does care about the people he loves he just.... doesn't know how to show it.

The promise in our hearts.

SUSANA!!!!

If someone gives Susie her flower, she will eat it. No hesitation.

Susie realistically wouldn't care much for meanings in flowers. She's probably championed the "CACTUS SUPERIORITY!!" her entire life.

HOWEVER for the sake of this thread

Orange orchids.

Boldness, optimistic emotions like excitement, fervor, and exhilaration. These flowers also signify new beginnings and success.

New beginnings, excitement, boldness... sounds like someone we all know and love!!! PLUS THEY LOOK LIKE FIRE AND THAT'S BADASS GUYS!!!

I'm with you in the dark.

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mariacallous · 9 months ago

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When the Egyptian government shut down the internet in 2011 to give itself cover to crush a popular protest movement, it was Nora Younis who got the word out. Younis, then a journalist with daily newspaper Al-Masry Al-Youm, found a working internet connection at the InterContinental Cairo Semiramis Hotel that overlooked Tahrir Square, the heart of the protests. From the balcony, she filmed as protesters were shot and run down with armored vehicles, posting the footage to the newspaper’s website, where it was picked up by global media.

In 2016, with Egypt having slid back into the authoritarianism that prompted the uprising, Younis launched her own media platform, Al-Manassa, which combined citizen journalism with investigative reporting. The following year, Almanassa.com suddenly disappeared from the Egyptian internet, along with a handful of other independent publications. It was still available overseas, but domestic users couldn’t see it. Younis’ team moved their site to a new domain. That, too, was rapidly blocked, so they moved again and were blocked again. After three years and more than a dozen migrations to new domains and subdomains, they asked for help from the Swedish digital forensics nonprofit Qurium, which figured out how the blocks were being implemented—using a network management tool provided by a Canadian tech company called Sandvine.

Sandvine is well known in digital rights circles, but unlike leading villains of the spyware world such as NSO Group or Candiru, it’s often floated below the eyeline of lawmakers and regulators. The company, owned by the private equity group Francisco Partners, mainly sells above-board technology to internet service providers and telecom companies to help them run their networks. But it has often sold that technology to regimes that have abused it, using it to censor, shut down, and surveil activists, journalists, and political opponents.

On Monday, after years of lobbying from digital rights activists, the US Department of Commerce added Sandvine to its Entity List, effectively blacklisting it from doing business with American partners. The department said that the company’s technology was “used in mass-web monitoring and censorship” in Egypt, “contrary to the national security and foreign policy interests of the United States.” Digital rights activists say it’s a major victory because it shows that companies can’t avoid responsibility when they sell potentially dangerous products to clients who are likely to abuse them.

“Better late than never,” Tord Lundström, Qurium’s technical director, says. “Sandvine is a shameless example of how technology is not neutral when seeking profit at all costs.”

”We are aware of the action announced by the US Commerce Department, and we’re working closely with government officials to understand, address, and resolve their concerns,” says Sandvine spokesperson Susana Schwartz. “Sandvine solutions help provide a reliable and safe internet, and we take allegations of misuse very seriously.”

Sandvine’s flagship product is deep packet inspection, or DPI, a common tool used by ISPs and telecom companies to monitor traffic and prioritize certain types of content. DPI lets network administrators see what’s in a packet of data flowing on the network in real time, so it can intercept or divert it. It can be used, for example, to give priority to traffic from streaming services over static web pages or downloads, so that users don’t see glitches in their streams. It has been used in some countries to filter out child sexual abuse images.

But the technology can also be used to divert traffic away from sites or social media platforms and into dead ends, effectively censoring them. It’s the main technology used by Roskomnadzor, the Russian state censor, to shut off or throttle sites the government has banned.

“On paper, it’s technology that has legitimate aims, but it can be abused on a mass scale if it’s given to the wrong hands,” says Marwa Fatafta, Middle East and North Africa policy and advocacy director at digital rights group Access Now, which has been lobbying the US government to take action against Sandvine. “If you’re selling your technology to repressive governments that you know have a dismal record of human rights, you know that your technology will end up being abused.”

This dual use has made authoritarian governments enthusiastic adopters of DPI. In 2017, according to Bloomberg and Qurium, Sandvine was among the tools used by the government in Azerbaijan to black out livestreaming services and social media sites during anti-corruption protests, and to later block access to a major opposition newspaper.

In 2018, the Canadian cybersecurity research center Citizen Lab found that Sandvine’s tools had been used to deploy “nation-state spyware” onto users’ devices in Syria and Turkey.

In 2020, Sandvine’s DPI tool was used to shut down the internet during anti-government protests in Belarus. The outcry that followed led to the company canceling its contract with the government in Minsk. However, Sandvine apparently continued to seek contracts in places that routinely censor the internet. In 2022, a Bloomberg investigation found that the company had been pursuing business in Russia, where the government has been rolling out a massive system of decentralized censorship, often using DPI. Sandvine has reportedly now largely pulled out of the Russian market after sanctions were imposed on the country following the full-scale invasion of Ukraine.

In Egypt, Sandvine has provided a key tool in the government’s attempt to strangle independent voices, allegedly helping to block hundreds of sites, including Al-Manassa. The impact has been devastating for independent sites, Younis says. The constant disruption has cut them off from audiences and revenue streams, making it hard to sustain themselves financially. Many independent media outlets have shut down.

“This, of course, has definitely had a lot of impact on people’s awareness in access to information and their ability to hold officials accountable,” Younis says. “There are parliamentary elections, presidential elections—many times where maybe things would have been different if there was free access to information.”

The technical censorship is only part of the Egyptian government’s far broader crackdown on independent media and political opponents, which includes physical and legal intimidation. But Younis, like others, thought that the involvement of a Western tech company meant that she might have an avenue to seek redress. Two years ago, she started speaking with rights groups in Canada and the US to try to figure out whether she could sue Sandvine, which has never responded to any of her requests to speak. She was advised against it, on the grounds that she could open herself up to expensive counter-litigation. She lobbied Canadian diplomats, who were sympathetic but said they couldn’t help. “Their heart’s in the right place, but they say that the laws in Canada don’t work like that,” she says.

This speaks to the difficulty in regulating so-called dual-use technologies—tools whose danger depends on the context in which they’re deployed. In the US and European Union, lawmakers have begun to expand older restrictions covering dual-use technologies that could be used as, or to build, weapons to cover surveillance and censorship. But the process has been slow. NSO Group, whose Pegasus spyware has been implicated in the surveillance of hundreds of human rights activists, journalists, and politicians all over the world, was added to the Entity List only in late 2021, years after the scandal broke.

Victims of the censorship tools, including Younis, had little hope that Sandvine would be sanctioned, and Monday’s announcement took them by surprise. (Qurium’s Lundström’s first response via Signal on Tuesday morning was simply: “Oh fucking yeah.”)

Being added to the Entity List means that any American company that wants to work with Sandvine will need to seek a special license. “It is essentially a ban,” says Natalia Krapiva, tech legal counsel at Access Now. “There is a presumption that [licenses] will not be approved.”

That means Sandvine could struggle to access US technology services and infrastructure.

“It’s a big deal for companies to be going and asking for a license to do business with a company that the US government says represents a risk to our national security interests and foreign policy,” Krapiva says.

The Department of Commerce’s decision is, she adds, “hugely significant. It is a huge victory for all of us: civil society, victims of this technology, and the regimes that they were supplying into. … [Sandvine] could have stuck with sort of normal, civilian purposes. Instead, they chose to sell to dictators and facilitate censorship and repression. And so finally, they paid some price.”

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valentineforlemonandcherry · 2 years ago

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Foxtail & Wolfsbane 40

Note: Part 40 does not contain any smut.

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Remus stood at the top of the hill, watching you. At long last, he had done what he’d always wanted to do, but never let himself – come after you.

As per usual, Remus was having the time of his life overthinking everything. What if this was overkill? What if it wasn’t my place to come after her like this? What did I mean by coming here, anyways? I mean, I know what I meant by coming after her. But what if she doesn’t wish for me to come after her like this?

Shut up, you, a rather wolfish voice snarled at Remus’ overthinking brain. Only she can tell you what she wants from you. Go to her. Go to her now.

Gathering his resolve, Remus finally made to step forward, to come down the hill towards you. It all would have made for a very romantic and heroic moment – except Remus had made the same mistake that you had of standing in one spot for too long. He tripped in the soft snow and lurched forward dramatically. Parchment sprayed into the air as Remus lost all sense of control over his own body and ended up tumbling magnificently down the snowy hill, in exactly the same path as you.

“Remus!” you cried out, suddenly breaking out of your nervous thoughts. For in that moment, seeing Remus rolling pathetically down the hill, you became quite certain that this was real life and that that was truly Remus. As Remus let out a loud “Oof!”, you recognized, yes, right, definitely not a hallucination rolling down the snow like that!

You ran up the snowy hill, but you couldn’t make it very far. Thankfully, since Remus followed the same line down the hill that you had, he rolled right to you. You caught him at the bottom of the hill. You hurriedly turned him over (you’d smushed him face-down into the snow a bit as you’d caught him) to check if he was all right. “Merlin, Remus! Are you okay?”

Remus blinked up at you. You saw his eyes wander up to the sky and he blinked even harder, shutting his eyes tightly before opening them. His mouth dropped open as he stared hazily up.

You urgently grabbed the front of his shirt. “Remus! Answer me – are you all right?”

“Er – to tell you the truth, I’m not quite sure,” Remus replied. “I’m – I’m somehow seeing four skies.”

“Oh.” You breathed out. “You’re fine.”

“I am?”

“Yes. Now sit up.” You helped Remus up. You brushed the snow from his face. You tucked his stray curl back up to join the rest of his hair (though it flopped right back out anyways). “Remus,” you said, still in disbelief, “what in the world are you doing here?”

Remus’ eyes flickered up to yours. He answered, in a steady, decided voice, “I came after you.”

“How did you know where to find me?” you asked. “I mean, how did you find this place?”

“You,” Remus replied.

“Huh?”

“Back at Hogwarts, you told me stories about an ancient forest and how it was renamed in modern times as a Japanese forest.”

“I told you about that?”

Remus nodded. “I remember because you were very excited the day you made the connection. You made me look at all of your maps and you nearly swallowed your quill whole.”

You stared at Remus, awed by how much he recalled.

Just then, Remus clarified, “Unfortunately, that was about all I could remember. I had to go to the library to do some research. See…” He began to rummage about in his pockets. Only, they were all empty.

You nodded at the stray pieces of parchment rolling merrily along the hills, going in every which way. “Was that your research?”

“Oh,” was all Remus said.

You laughed softly. “If it makes you feel any better, I tripped down exactly the same way you did.”

“I gathered that,” Remus replied. His eyes lingered on your face as he murmured, “You have snowflakes on your cheeks…” He reached out and hesitantly brushed the snow off your cheeks.

Oh, you thought.

“And your lips…”

The warmth of Remus’ fingers brushing over your lips made you stay very still, as you hoped that he would name another place on your face to touch.

“And your eyelashes…” Remus brought up both of his hands and gently cradled your face. You closed your eyes as Remus swept his thumbs over your eyelashes to brush your eyes free of snowflakes.

You breathed out slowly.

“There,” Remus murmured. He let go of you.

You opened your eyes. You were sure your cheeks were flushed, but so were Remus’.

“Ahem.” He coughed and turned his head away from you. “So this is the mythical realm?”

“Yes.”

“Why did you come back here?” Remus wondered. “Isn’t the Nine-Tailed Fox gone?”

“The Nine-Tailed Fox is gone,” you agreed. “Only I don’t understand. Why didn’t she take over my body? She evolves into her most powerful state when she receives her ninth tail. I know she did. I felt it. Her incredible surge of power. I even felt her immortality for a moment. She must be healthy and thriving, somewhere out there… But then, how am I alive? The bargain I struck with the Fox was that I would be the vessel through which she gained her ninth tail and she would grant your wish - ”

Remus made a sudden motion. But when you looked at him nervously, he immediately stilled. He watched you with an intense gaze, waiting for you to go on.

“But I woke up. I know I was asleep for a long time, but still, I’m awake. Then, I realized that Artemis was gone…” You gripped the hem of your jumper. “And the other day, Tonks told us about Rowan’s message: He said that he’d taken back all of his creatures, but there were other, new creatures. That’s when I began to wonder – to hope - ” Your hands turned into tight fists, bunching up the fabric.

Remus’ eyes flashed knowingly. “You think Artemis might be here.”

“Yes,” you confirmed in a fearful whisper. “But I can’t really explain why I think that and I don’t even know what to look for. It’s only an instinct.”

“It makes sense to me,” Remus said firmly. “Not everything that makes sense has to be logical. Clearly, just look at this place.”

“That’s true,” you murmured, feeling more hopeful since Remus seemed to understand what you were thinking.

You and Remus got to your feet. The two of you turned around uncertainly, taking in the vastness of the realm and the dizzying paradox of all four seasons existing in the same time-space all at once.

“I’m not sure where to begin,” you admitted.

“That’s all right,” Remus replied comfortingly. “This isn’t a bad place to take a walk, you know. Perhaps we’ll think of something along the way.” He made to step forward when -

“Ah, wait,” you said suddenly. “There’s something you should know. Time works differently here. When you leave, you may find that months or even years have passed in the real world. Maybe you should go back now.”

Remus’ brow furrowed. “Time skips?”

“Yes. So if you’re worried about that – if you have anyone waiting for you – you should go back.”

Remus shook his head lightly. “Never mind that. It’s all right.”

“But - ”

“I understand what you’re saying. I’m glad you told me, so I know. But the truth is, even if I went back to the real world right now, I’d spend my time worrying about you, anyways. So, it’s best if I stay with you.”

You fell silent. Isn’t Tonks waiting for him? Isn’t he worried about worrying her? A part of you – the narrow-hearted, jealous part – didn’t want to say anything, but your desire to do the right thing and your desire for Remus to be happy easily won out. You blurted out, “What about Tonks?”

Remus cocked his head at you. “What about her?”

“Is it all right to leave her?”

“Well, yes, I assume she’ll be busy with Auror exams.”

“Oh.” You felt yourself become even less certain of what to say. Finally, you decided to compromise. “Well, let’s do our best to be quick then. C’mon, Remus!” You grabbed his wrist and yanked him forward.

Surprised, Remus stumbled forward. Narrowly avoiding stepping on your heels, he tripped to the left. “W-Wait!”

Poof!

A muffled cry sounded out. You turned around frantically, only to find that you had tugged Remus right into another huge pile of snow.

“Hold on!” You hurriedly pawed at the snow, digging him out. When enough of the snow around him had disappeared, you grabbed his waist and yanked him out. You repeated, embarrassed, “Sorry, I’ll be more careful.”

While you were standing in front of him and apologizing for your short-sightedness, Remus suddenly recalled a previous time when this exact same thing happened. You’d dragged Remus out of Gryffindor Tower to celebrate the first major snowfall at Hogwarts. Overexcited, you’d pulled him right into a pile of snow. You’d done the same thing then as you had now – pulled him out and apologized. Afterwards, you’d gone to Hagrid’s to fetch Artemis and the two of you went racing off into the Forbidden Forest. Remus remembered being thankful for the snow because it tracked both of your prints so that he could follow you both into the woods. He couldn’t quite keep up with you and Artemis, as the two of you seemed to have an unspoken routine and easily bounded together over logs, rivers, and hills. You had only lost track of Artemis once, when you let her have a long head start to race off and hide from you. When that happened –

You caught Remus’ bright eyes at once. “What is it?”

Remus said excitedly, “I think I know a way for you to find Artemis.”

Your whole frame lit up with excitement. “How?”

Remus recounted, “Remember you put a little bell around Artemis’ neck? You used to call her whenever you couldn’t find her. You would lift your wand and say - ”

“Corusco!” you finished breathlessly.

“Exactly!”

But then, you wilted. “Oh… But I don’t have my wand anymore.”

Remus rummaged around in his pockets again. He let out a sigh of relief when he found his wand. He pulled it out and offered it to you. “Use mine.”

You took his wand with curiosity. Unfortunately, you could immediately feel that this wand rejected you. It did not consider you its owner, in any way. As you wrapped your fingers around it, a sharp sting ran up your hand.

“Ow!” You accidentally dropped the wand, as a stinging burn ran through your hand.

Remus started, surprised.

“Sorry,” you said. “But I don’t think your wand likes me, Remus. It zapped me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

You made to pick it up, but Remus stopped you. Not wanting you to get hurt again, he grasped your wrist to halt you and he picked up the wand himself. The wand slid naturally into his hand, fitting gracefully in his large palm and sitting easily in his long, graceful fingers.

“Here, let’s try this.” Remus stepped around you, until he was standing behind you. He held his hand out and told you, “Grasp my wand. Lightly now – and carefully, mind you.”

You gingerly picked up Remus’ wand from his hand.

“I’m going to hold my wand with you, so it’ll sense me,” Remus explained. He slowly folded his hand over yours. His hand covered yours, and suddenly, your hand was so warm, with his fingers covering yours and his palm nestled against the back of your hand.

Since Remus was quite a bit taller than you, he had to hunch over somewhat to keep the wand at a comfortable height for you to hold. He naturally shifted closer to you, until his chest pressed lightly against your back. You jolted slightly, nervous to have him so close to you.

Remus misunderstood; he thought that you were still nervous about his wand rejecting you. “Relax,” he whispered. His chin slid softly over your shoulder and he murmured into your ear, “If you trust me, the wand will lend you its strength.”

You breathed out, willing yourself to calm down.

“That’s right,” Remus encouraged you, speaking very softly. “You can do it. Channel your magic through me.”

You closed your eyes and leaned back a little against Remus.

Remus’ eyes flickered down to you. When he saw you leaning against him, he couldn’t help but think, Lovely, you’re still the same, aren’t you? You look just as you did when I first taught you the Patronus… You trusted me then. You trust me now – even after everything. I’ll give you my magic, Lovely. I’d give all of it to you, if I could.

In a quiet whisper, Remus told you, “Say the spell now.”

You took a deep breath and then you whispered fervently, “Corusco!”

Ring! Ring, ring, ring!

You gasped.

Ring, ring, ring!

“Where’s the sound coming from?” Remus wondered, looking this way and that.

You furiously scanned the many landscapes, too, until – “There!” you cried, punching your other hand into the air to point. Far out in the winter terrain, a silvery little figure came dashing forward. You had to squint to catch it at first, as it was quite a small figure. Once you caught a glimpse of it, though, you could follow its figure was it wove through the trees, flashing through the dark forest that covered most of the winter horizon. It had quite a ways to run – but that was all right, you could meet it halfway, because you were running towards it, too.

You sprinted forward as fast as you could. With each step, your heart became increasingly full of anticipation – until you cried out in a desperate, aching voice, “Artemis! I’m coming!”

All of a sudden, you came across a huge river which blocked your path. No! Please! Let me find a way to cross! Please, please, please! To your dismay, the river had no obvious crossing point and the current looked very fast. Worse still, since the riverbank was covered with tall flowers, you lost sight of Artemis.

Meanwhile, Remus was fighting against the same, tall flowers, trying desperately to find you. “Lovely! Where’ve you gone?”

“Here, Remus!” you called out.

Remus reached you. Instantly, he realized what the situation was and how distressed you were. “Oh no. He held out his wand again. “Do you want try once mo - ?”

Ring! Ring, ring, ring!

Remus cut off. Both of you lifted your heads and tried to peer through the thick meadow of flowers as the bright, clear sound of a bell rang out nearby.

“Art?” you called uncertainly, unsure of which direction the sound was coming from.

Ring! The sound was even clearer – meaning it was quite close.

Then – “Arf! Arf, arf!” A lithe, full-grown, yet still slightly small fox burst out of the flowers and tackled you to the ground.

“Artemis!” you shouted, recognizing her at once. Her fur was silver now, but there was no doubt that this was Artemis.

Remus started, flustered by how you’d been tackled to the ground. Only, you were too busy shouting with joy and rubbing your beloved fox all over her head and tummy, just how she liked it. “Art, it’s you! Oh Merlin, it’s you!” You sat up and threw your arms around her. Burying your face against her fur, you cried, “You’re alive!”

Artemis barked joyfully, happy to hear the sound of your voice, too. However, when she heard you say the word “alive,” she suddenly quieted.

You stilled, too, immediately noticing her reaction. You lifted your head.

Artemis turned her head and she looked at you knowingly. She looked as if she were waiting for you to catch on…

“You’re not alive, are you?” you realized. “That is, you’re not alive in the way you once were, the way I am…”

Artemis gave you a slow nod.

“You can’t leave this realm,” you recognized. “You’re a mythical creature now. You’re like the fox, before she got her ninth tail. You’re immortal, but you’re a creature of this realm.”

Artemis nodded again.

You breathed out. “How did this happen to you?”

Instead of answering, Artemis nuzzled you again, rubbing her now-silver little snout against your shoulder. You brought your hand up and petted her lovingly. But this time, you realized how cold she was and how she didn’t seem to have the same weight as she did before.

“Are you all right?” you whispered to her.

Artemis’ eyes turned into pleased little crescents as she smiled, in her own, mischievous fox way.

“Yeah? You’re happy here?” you confirmed.

Artemis let out a bright bark.

Your heart panged. You felt happy for Artemis, but you also felt sad because you realized that she wasn’t coming back with you. Still, you tried to be grateful just for this moment of reunion and for the fact that she was all right. “Okay, then,�� you said softly. “That’s the only important thing, anyways.”

You slid your arms around her and hugged her again. “I missed you so much. Did you know that? I was so worried when I couldn’t find you.”

Artemis let out a small bark. You noticed how her bark was much more clear, even melodic, now. She truly is a creature of this realm. You whispered to her, “Guess you’re not my earthly fox anymore, huh? You’re my mythical fox now.”

Artemis wrapped her tail around your waist. She let out a happy purr.

“Oh,” you remembered, “that’s right. You always wanted to be magical. You used to chew at my wand all the time. It was basically a fox pacifier.”

Artemis grinned again – and she looked rather smug.

You laughed softly, finally sure that Artemis was truly all right. “So, you got your wish, after all. Good for you, Art.”

Just then, a harsh, unexpected bark sounded out from some distance away. “Woof!”

You started. Artemis bounded jubilantly to her feet and she replied with a welcoming bark of her own.

“Who is she calling to?” Remus asked you.

You shook your head, unsure. I expected Artemis to be here, but what other creature could possibly be here? you thought, surprised. Rowan said that he took all of his creatures back. So, what creature could it be?

Then, you saw it – a spry, but quite sizeable wolf was making its way deftly through the flowers. The wolf pushed its way past the final row of flowers and joined you, Remus, and Artemis.

Remus hurriedly pushed you behind him and held out his wand. But Artemis walked forward and nuzzled the wolf. Friend, Artemis was saying clearly, and she was right, for the wolf nuzzled her back. He was very gentle with her, pushing his snout lightly and affectionately against her small frame.

You stuck your head out and peered around Remus. What is that creature? Is it really a wolf? But why is it all silver? Is it a mythical creature, too? But it’s a different kind of silver from Art. Art’s a grey-silver and the wolf is a pure silver. You peered even more closely at the wolf. What’s that on it’s chest? Like an emblem… Hm, it’s a perfect circle. Is it just a coincidental mark?

Right at that moment, the wolf stopped nuzzling Artemis. He straightened up to his full height and looked at Remus.

“What? What do you want?” Remus said apprehensively.

The wolf let out a single, gruff bark.

Your eyes widened. A perfect circle – it’s a moon! A full moon!

“Remus!” you gasped, shocking him. He nearly stumbled back. You caught him, as you said breathlessly, “That’s you!”

Remus turned his head so fast he nearly bumped your head. “What?”

“That’s your werewolf spirit! Look! There’s a full moon on its chest!”

Remus whipped his head back around and he looked closely at at the wolf’s chest. When he saw the symbol and recognized it as the full moon, his breath caught. “You’re saying that’s me?”

“Yes,” you said, certain of it now. “That’s your werewolf spirit, Remus. So, this is where he came to, after he left your being.”

Remus knelt down, peering at the wolf. In a trembling voice, he whispered, “You’re me…?”

The wolf walked up to him.

Remus shivered, but he stood his ground and remained crouching, so he could come face-to-face with the wolf. The wolf was quite an impressive size, and when he moved, his strength could be felt and seen in his movements. Soon, the wolf was face-to-face with Remus.

Remus put his wand down and lifted his hand.

The wolf slowly pressed his snout against Remus’ hand.

When the wolf’s nose touched Remus’ palm, Remus breathed out suddenly. “Merlin, it’s really you. I can feel the energy of the full moon coursing through me.”

The wolf blinked up at Remus. Their eyes met.

Remus swallowed hard. Then, he whispered darkly, “But you’re a monster.”

Offended, the wolf let out a harsh breath and immediately turned its head away from Remus.

You held your breath, suddenly afraid.

“You made my life so difficult,” Remus continued in a harsh, bitter whisper. “You were the reason why I was always ill, why my family broke apart, why I could never get a job, why I’m a burden to all my friends, why I could never allow myself to love someone, why I questioned whether life was worth living, why I hated myself…” Tears slowly dripped down Remus’ face. He whispered, in an utterly broken voice, “But seeing you like this, as a true wolf, all I can do is pity you. I denied every instinct and craving you ever had and I blamed so much of my own failures on you. I’m sorry for our miserable existence. Still, I couldn’t give into you. Don’t you see? I had to resent you.” Remus broke down, sobbing.

You fell to your knees beside Remus and you hugged him tightly. “Sh, Rem,” you whispered kindly. “It’s all right. It’s okay to hurt. God knows how long you’ve held this all in.”

The wolf let out a displeased snort. He made a sudden motion, as if to take off. However, Artemis let out a low whine. She nodded her head at you. The wolf stared at Artemis, then at you, and then back to Artemis. Artemis nodded again. The wolf’s curiosity got the better of him, and he began to sniff at you.

Hearing the wolf, Remus lifted his head. When he saw the wolf coming closer to you, Remus quickly wiped away his tears and pulled you close to him.

“It’s all right,” you reassured him. “He’s not going to hurt me.”

“Are you sure?” Remus asked you, his voice cracking even in that short phrase.

You nodded. It was your turn to gently put your hands on his cheeks and to cradle his face. You assured Remus, “You’re not going to hurt me.”

The wolf was now sniffing at the hem of your cloak. You turned your head towards him. “Hello,” you said pleasantly. “We’ve never met.” You paused and amended, “Not properly, anyways.”

Remus shamefully looked away from you. You tightened your hug on Remus, but you kept talking to the wolf. “You’re friends with Art, I see. I’m glad. I was forever trying to teach Art to like you when you were with Remus, but I’m not sure Art ever really took to Rem. Now we know for sure that it was Remus that Artemis didn’t like and not you, huh?” You laughed, finding the thought quite funny.

The wolf looked at you skeptically. Clearly, he didn’t trust easily. Still, he seemed satisfied enough with you as he made his way back to Artemis. When Artemis saw him coming back, she bounded forward happily to meet him. The wolf tried not to appear too pleased at first, but when Artemis managed to lick his face, the wolf clearly softened. He laid down on his tummy so Artemis could lick his face without having to jump up.

You smiled. “Look, Remus. They really are friends.”

Remus didn’t say anything, but his eyes softened as he watched Artemis and the wolf together.

After a moment, the wolf stood up. He let out a soft, but quite low grumble. Artemis’ ears and tail perked up. Then, with a merry yelp, Artemis took off. The wolf waited patiently for about ten seconds and then, with a powerful leap off of his hind legs, he was off, too. Artemis’ barking got louder and louder the closer he got to catching up, until she was barking furiously, clearly laughing in her own way, as he managed to catch him to her.

Then, the most incredible thing happened. As Artemis and the wolf (Lupin, you thought in your head) ran through the field together, the flowers immediately around them began to light up with a silvery glow and to ring.

You gasped when you realized that the flowers were snowdrops. The Nine-Tailed Fox’s crystal-clear melodic voice, Artemis’ old bell sound, the snowdrops… All of it has come together.

You and Remus got up onto your feet and both of you in the magical sight of the field of snowdrops lighting up and ringing its merry winter bells as the two forever-mythical spirits ran off into the wintery forest. Though you didn’t know it, they were running back home, to a small, warm cave at the foot of the mountains. The entrance to the cave was framed with tiny, white foxtail ferns and a single, sturdy wolfsbane plant guarding the door.

* * * * * * * * * *

Neither you nor Remus were quite yourselves as you headed for the door leading back to the real world. However, when you neared the doorway, you caught sight of something that shocked you back to your senses. You grabbed Remus’ arm and squeezed hard.

“Is something wrong?”

You nodded up ahead. “Look at that.”

Incredibly, where there used to be only a silver glimmer – all but undetectable unless one knew to look for it – there was now a proper doorway. It was floating in the air, but it was very clearly a metal doorway. What was more, it was framed with white and pink flowers. It looked like the flowers had grown up and around the metal doorframe.

Oh, you realized, so that’s why there were white and pink flowers framing Remus when he first appeared. He was stepping out of the door.

“A doorway,” you said, awed. “That wasn’t there before.”

“It wasn’t?”

You shook your head. “I wonder if that means…” You hesitated. “Remus, will you hold onto my hand? I want to try something, but please pull me out if I ask you to of if I scream.”

“Scream? Why? What are you planning to do?”

“I just want to test this door.”

“Are you sure it’s all right for you to do this?” Remus said nervously, following you to the door. “Can’t we throw a branch through it? Or can’t I do it instead?”

“No, no, I’m sure it’ll be all right,” you said. “Now, please hold my hand.”

Remus took your hand in both of his and clutched onto your hand tightly.

You stood before the doorway and then you carefully put your hand through the door.

Whoosh! You gasped when you suddenly felt a rush of wind hit your hand.

Taking no chances, Remus immediately yanked your hand as hard as he could. You were yanked right into his arms. “Oh!” you breathed out.

“Are you all right?” Remus said urgently. “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“No, I’m fine.” You laughed. “Sorry I made you nervous.”

“But what was all that about?” Remus asked you. He didn’t seem aware of the fact that he was all but crushing you in his arms, even though he had to look down far enough that his chin almost touched his chest as he peered down at you.

“I wanted to check if that doorway was a stable doorway to the real world,” you informed him. You put your hand on Remus’ chest and he instinctively relaxed, letting you go a little.

“And is it?” he asked.

You nodded. “Yes. There’s no doubt about it. The wind I felt was wind from the real world. Even more incredible, it’s stable enough that people can come and go as they please.” You frowned slightly, though, as you wondered, “But how could a door be built here? I thought it was condition of a time crystal that it be totally independent of all other notions of time.” You looked up at the sky. Remus followed your gaze, tilting his head up to the sky too.

“It must have something to do with how there are four seasons here now,” you guessed.

“What do you mean?”

“It used to be only winter here. And there were no creatures. Well, Rowan’s creatures were here, but they weren’t of here, strictly speaking.” When you mentioned Rowan, you suddenly had an idea of what might have happened.

You stared once more at the doorway. This time, instead of paying attention to its structure or the beautiful flowers gracing it, you looked closely at the metal. It looks like the same metal that Tristan’s watch was made of, you thought. Hm…

Remus’ voice broke into your musings. “Shouldn’t we get out of here? I don’t mean to rush you, but now that we know Artemis is all right and if we’re worried about time skips…”

Ah, right. Remus has to get back – to his real life and to Tonks, you remembered. “Right.” You stepped away from Remus, slipping out of his warms. With a small sigh, you murmured, “Back to the real world we go.”

I shouldn’t be sad, you reminded yourself. I’ve found Artemis and Remus has found his happiness. This is what I wished for, after all. It’s all right if I’m going back alone. Even if Artemis can’t come back with me, even if the Nine-Tailed Fox is no longer in my soul, and even if Remus is with somebody else, I know I’m strong enough to find my own way.

Standing in front of the doorway, you reached out to Remus and said warmly, “Thank you, Remus, for coming after me.”

Remus slid his hand into yours. Grasping his hand, you stepped through the doorway, and the both of you returned to the real world.

* * * * * * * * * *

As it was, Tristan’s watch, which Rowan had planted in the ground near the doorway, had grown to create the metal doorway.

The fundamental principle empowering the Graves’ metal magic was fate. Fate is a stable concept of time because it constitutes a prior determination. However, fate is also a flexible concept because it can accept the notion of ‘progress’ within it without losing its original meaning. Fate is the confines within which humans exert free will. As such, the metal of Tristan’s watch introduced a notion of determined progress, of circularity, without breaking the notion of ‘eternity’ that the ice phoenix’s heart was underholding (and which underpins the very existence of this realm). In this way, progress is accepted as a ‘part’ of eternity so long as it remains pre-determined and circular – in other words, so long as it does not introduce change into the environment. Thus, the four seasons occur all at once here.

And where did the seasons come from, you may wonder? Well, just as the mythical realm influenced Rowan’s creatures, so those creatures influenced the mythical realm. As Newt and Rowan always said, magical creatures are more powerful than wizards and witches in the magic that they produce. Frank had forged a summer for the mythical realm – a summer full of dazzling thunderstorms, but with an even brighter sun. Nula had offered the colors of her lovely, exuberant ruffles to create the autumn foliage of the mythical realm. And Sil had given his iridescence, playfulness, and adaptability to craft a blessed, twinkling, though slightly mischievous spring. They had left something of themselves here in this mythical realm: seeds of their spirits. However, it was only after Rowan planted Tristan’s watch into the ground that those seeds sprouted into the full being of four different seasons.

‘Infinity’ now took on a new meaning in the mythical realm. That was how the mythical realm, created by the ice phoenix and protected by the Nine-Tailed Fox, was not only restored and taken back from the succubus, but revived and reinvented into a much livelier place, where myth was invited to explore and grow itself, rather than simply being frozen for the sake of being preserved.

As for the Nine-Tailed Fox, she had in fact returned briefly to guide Artemis’ spirit here. When she arrived, she felt the ice phoenix speak to her soul. My, my. Look how you’ve grown. A full Nine-Tailed Fox. Your family would have been very proud of you.

The Nine-Tailed Fox held her head up proudly and swished her gorgeous, full tails. She playfully showed off before the ice phoenix, who laughed merrily. But then, the Nine-Tailed Fox noticed the four seasons, and she gasped aloud. Seasons! There are seasons in the mythical world?

Yes, there are.

How your heart has grown, my friend, the Fox whispered, almost afraid of her happiness. You don’t even need me to be a guardian of this world anymore, do you?

No, the ice phoenix agreed. You are free to wander wherever you’d like without having to worry about this realm anymore. He sighed. I’m sorry, my old friend, I never meant for this realm to become a burden for you. I’m glad you’ve found your true freedom now.

Please don’t, the Nine-Tailed Fox replied. You kept me alive by giving me a home, both in life and in sacrifice. When I had no mother or father to run to, no tails to hide in, you lent me your wings for comfort. You wrapped them around me as though I were your own. That was how I survived those long years. I may be free but my heart is always with you, in this wonderful realm that you’ve created and hold steady. That’s why this little fox, Artemis, will be able to live there.

At this, the ice phoenix chuckled. So, you brought her here.

The Nine-Tailed Fox blinked. That’s how it worked out.

The ice phoenix observed, She’s quite a young spirit.

Yes.

And she’s in love.

Is she?

Yes. A wolf spirit came after her, you know. He arrived just now, on the other side of the mountains. They’ve just met, and yet they’re clearly in love.

The Nine-Tailed Fox smiled an elusive, mysterious smile. Well, well, imagine that.

Yes, just imagine.

The Fox’s tails swirled in the air. Her paws itched. She was ready to take the many universes out there by storm.

Go, the ice phoenix urged. Live your destiny. You’ve earned every right to be the true Nine-Tailed Fox that you are.

I’ll come back soon, the Fox promised.

Don’t. Be happy. Be free, the ice phoenix said decidedly. Besides, you’re immortal and I’m eternal. We will meet again someday. Until then, I’m happy to wait. I’m happy imagining your freedom. It’s how I’ve always wanted to spend my eternity.

The Nine-Tailed Fox lifted her head and howled. It was a powerful sound. The force of her howl caused a gush of wind to rush over the mythical world. Lightning crackled in the summer world; new flowers burst into bloom in the spring world; the variegated foliage shivered mightily, all at once, in the autumn world; and out in the icy, winter world, a small fox and a weary wolf howled together in reply, the way they might howl at a moon.

The Nine-Tailed Fox’s eyes glimmered brightly. Her lips pulled back and she bared her teeth ferociously. A low, thrumming growl ran through from the tip of her nose down to each of her nine tails. Then, the Nine-Tailed Fox bounded up into the sky. There was a bright, silver flash and a busy flurry of nine tails swishing brightly in the four-colored sky – and she was gone, off to live the spiritual adventures befitting a true Nine-Tailed Fox.

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melghi · 2 years ago

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Hello everyone, sorry for the delay, I had to go away for a couple of days far away from home but I'm back and here you go. Sorry about that, it was a surprise trip.

It was my dad's birthday trip, i was shocked too.

I will be uploading the continuation of the story, stay tuned.

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Señorita: Miss

Parranda de imbeciles: bunch of morons

Linda: pretty or cutie

Mi vida: my life

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When they finally arrived, one of the nuns in charge of the cabin and the priest came out to greet them.

"We hope you can spend a time of reflection, rest and reconciliation," Father Juan said with a smile as Sister Teresa spoke to the driver.

"Sister Teresa will show you the rooms, and then we will begin with Mass," the priest continued speaking as he began to walk toward the entrance.

"Mass?" Pepa asked in surprise.

"Señorita Madrigal, we are in a cabin for spiritual reconsiliacion.... It would be very strange if there were nothing, spiritual about it." Sister Teresa explained.

Some chuckled, while others groaned.

"All right, follow me this way, the girls will sleep in the east wing and the boys in the west wing, the curfew is more flexible, so it's okay if you sleep late, but you can't spend the night next to someone of the opposite sex, understood?"

They all nodded, then followed the nun through the entrance, straight to the rooms. The place was beautiful, all very well kept, rustic and traditional, there was even a tree in the middle of the courtyard.

When they returned to the entrance after leaving their things in the rooms, which were in fact huge, with 20 beds each, they were reunited with the boys.

"I came here because I didn't want to go to mass, and now this?" Manuel said with discouragement.

"Cheer up Manuel, maybe the holy water will take away your idiocy, have faith," Pepa grinned.

"I'm not telling you anything because you are a girl, but be careful with what you say," Manuel growled, as he approached her, trying to look taller than he was, however no one could beat Pepa in height, maybe Agustin, but he was not a problem.

She still could not believe that because of this idiot and his friends, her sister would have to slave here too, parranda de imbeciles.

"Hey, don't go near her, don't even think about doing something," Felix warned him, as he wagged his finger in front of Manuel's face.

"Yeah? You and who else?" the frog-face growled at him.

"Us, of course," Agustin stepped to felix's side, with Bruno a step behind.

"Guys stop it, you're going to get in trouble," Julieta tried to be the voice of reason.

"shh shh, stay out of it, doll, your boy is solving a situation," Manuel ordered her to shut up.

"Yuck," Margarita and Julieta muttered at the same time, making a disgusted face. And to think Julieta had given him a chance to talk, of course pushed by her mom, the good thing was that it only lasted 5 minutes before she was saved.

A throat clearing made them all turn around.

"So this is why we haven't started. Kids, no fighting is allowed here," Father Juan scolded them gently. "You 5 are going to help me around the house with some things," the priest said making them cringe. With that, he left in the direction of the small church.

"Shit," Pepa complained out loud.

"Pepa, there are children present!" Daniela scolded her as she tried to hold back laughter at her friend's bad luck. "Ay Dani they've heard worse," Pepa rolled her eyes.

"It's true, Dani. The other day mom said the price of lemons was really fucked up," Maria said without filter, to which Rogelio nodded in support.

"Mmm, mayb-," before Margarita could continue, Susana stopped her by putting a hand over her mouth.

"We get it, guys, thanks," Susana sighed in exasperation as the rest of them relaxed a bit, thanks to the kids, man.. Kids these days are something else.

After making the children promise not to say those words ever again or the nun would wash their mouths with soap, they began to settle into the chapel.

"When I become a mother, I will teach the best swear words to my children, I will be one of those relaxed mothers," Pepa announced quietly as she sat down with Julieta.

"Sure, pepita, when I see you with a soap on your hand chasing my nephews, I will remind you of this moment and save them." Julieta whispered in amusement.

"you wouldn't dare."

"we'll see."

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After mass, sister Teresa showed them a couple of group activities to do which allowed the visitors to relax a bit and have some fun, but just when Pepa thought she was going to get out of the punishment, Father Juan called her and told her, she had to mop the whole cabin with Manuel.

On the other hand, Felix, Agustin and Bruno had to help the priest to unload some boxes Mr. Perez had brought in the chiva and put them in their respective places, the others of course were allowed to take a walk around the property and rest for a while. .. Well, Julieta not so much since she asked Sister Teresa for permission to prepare some arepas in the kitchen.

That's how Agustin found her an hour later, moving slowly to the rhythm of a jazz song playing softly from the radio as she stirred whatever it was she was doing. God she was so beautiful, she made him feel warm and happy all over.

When he tried to leave so he wouldn't bother her, he didn't count on Pepa making a barricade that would leave him trapped, without the possibility of going back the way he came without making the red hair angry for stepping on her freshly mopped floor.

That's how he just gave up and leaned on the doorway watching her cook. Agustin would never have imagined that Julieta was so loving and cute, of course she was very diligent, responsible and kind, but let's just say that since they had met, until recently they hadn't given each other the opportunity to get to know the other better. At first, there were only annoyed looks, then it was a mixture of annoyance with curiosity, then desire, then affection, coming back to the present, Agustin shook his head.

"Señorita, I thought you'd be on your break by now," he said in a smooth voice.

With a small jump, Julieta looked at him squinting her eyes a little, "shouldn't you be helping with some boxes? What are you doing here?" Julieta smiled shaking her head.

"That was the plan until someone with a lethal weapon threatened me with murder if i step on her floor, so I'm stuck for the moment, although I'm not complaining." the bespectacled boy raised an eyebrow. "Want some help? That way you'll finish faster," Agustin said approaching her while rolling up his sleeves to wash his hands.

"Thank you," Julieta whispered, looking at him fondly.

So, between the two of them, they were able to finish the arepas in record time, while laughing and dancing a little too. Agustin started to clean the utensils when he finally asked Julieta what was she cooking beside the arepas.

"Oh this? sister Teresa was making soup for tonight's dinner and let's just say it lacked a lot of... flavor. It tasted like water if i'm honest." The brunette laughed softly and then took a spoonful of the the now much more tasty soup, giving a sound of satisfaction.

"Now it's really good, do you want some?"

"Sure"

"Here, tast-" Julieta was silenced by a pair of hungry lips. Damn, Agustin kissed her like a man on a mission. He made her feel out of place, in a good way. he made her modesty vanished and her wild side come out to play.

Separating slowly from Julieta, Agustin licked his lips. "It tastes delicious, thank you, linda."

Julieta for her part, couldn't take her eyes off his lips as she slightly opened and closed her mouth.

This man was definitely something else, he made her feel seen, wanted not just for her gift! oh boy, thinking about it made her hips roll against him, making them both let out a little moan.

Oh god, Agustin was on the verge of doing something that would get them in trouble. Who would have imagined that the unfortunate Agustin Rojas could have the opportunity to have Julieta Madrigal like this, so close, kissing her, touching her, getting to spend time with this goddess.

Fuck it!

Agustin grabbed Julieta's legs and put them around his hips holding her, she in turn put her arms around his neck, kissing him with fervor.

Agustin began to move the brunette up and down, again and again slowly, doing his best to create the necessary friction between them, which he did successfully, thanks to how excited he was.

"G-God Juli, you're so beautiful, y-you take my breath away," Agustin gasped as he placed his forehead against hers.

"That's always been my pla-an," Juliet sighed hoarsely, stretching out the words, the last one breaking off when Agustin gave a stronger thrust, which in turn caused the brunette to separate from her partner and hang on his neck with her hands, giving the latter more room to move her a little bit faster.

"D-Damn, mi vida , you're something else," Agustin hissed. "I can't get you out of my head, I'm starting to get addicted." Agustin groaned.

Julieta answered him by rolling her hips harder, and letting her head fall back feeling more and more out of herself, her mouth was dry, although the same could not be said for other parts....

"Oh God, Gus you're going to be the death of me," Julieta panted before biting her lips, making Agustin give a fierce growl.

The sound of a stick hitting the floor echoed through the room.

Everything stopped

No one breathed, no one blinked, no one said a word, until the fog in the air became too much.

Fog? What? Wh-oh, shit.

The last thing Josefa Madrigal imagined in all her years on this earth was to find her "older" sister, hanging from their four-eyes friend, in a very compromising situation. Hanging from her supposed mortal enemy! I mean... she suspected something like this was going on but not to this point.

A disheveled Julieta Madrigal hanging from a disheveled Agustin Rojas, both apparently suffering from the same thing, unable to breathe normally and with a messy...Everthing.

Holy shit!

They were even touching their.... Okay nop, eyes up Pepa, You will have to throw some bleach in your eyes to erase that image, that's all you need, for now.

Okay, look... Pepa wasn't the most demure of the girls in their town by far, in fact she was very emotional and liberal.... But to see her sister, who in her head a few minutes ago, was a prude who was suffering while locked up in the kitchen... This was, this was the shock of her fucking life.

Holy shit!

A hoarse voice brought the occupants of the kitchen back to the present. "Maybe, if we don't move she'll go away, and not see us," Agustin proposed. It didn't work of course.

"Hold on, wait a second, what the fuck? w-what? h-how come?“ Pepa babbled as she tried to clear the fog with her hands, as Agustin gently put Julieta down and covered himself with a chopping board.

"Gus, you can go, I'll figure this out, okay?" Julieta said after clearing her throat.

"Are you sure?" Agustin asked doubtfully.

"Yes, don't worry," Julieta replied tenderly as Agustin started to leave Julieta stopped him. "Gus, the chopping board."

"Ups, right," The bespectacled boy gave the board back before giving Julieta a little peck on the lips and leaving as fast as he could, tripping on the way out.

The two sisters stared at each other for a while, one trying to subtly fix her clothes, while the other tried to make sense of what she had just witnessed. Both with a red face.

After a few seconds, the red-haired girl couldn't take it anymore and burst out laughing, while looking at her sister with incredulity.

"I knew it, ohhhh this is unbelievable, either what I saw is real or the chemicals I used to clean the floor are making me hallucinate." Pepa laughed hugging her sides, almost choking, which just made Julieta more embarrassed.

"Pepa, really?" Julieta whined.

Trying to compose herself a little and get back to normal, Pepa moved closer to her sister, grabbing her by the shoulders, shaking her.

"When did all this happen? How far did you go? Why haven't you told me anything?"

"Pepa, you are making me dizzy, stop it," the brunette begged her sister.

"I won't stop until you tell me," pepa continued.

"Fine! Jeez! "

The red-haired gave her a huge smile before taking two chairs to sit down and chat.

"So?" Pepa wiggled her eyebrows.

"Well," Julieta began. "A few months ago, at the merchants costume party i wa-"

"Wow, wait, You told me that night you kissed Manuel and he was you first kiss, how did you begin something with Agustin too?" Pepa exclaimed scandalized.

"What? No, i didn't kiss him, he kissed me and it was the most disgusting experience of my life....and by the way he wasn't my first kiss." Before Pepa could ask, Julieta shook her head. "I wouldn't tell you, it's private and right now it's not the time, Anyway, It was after that, Agustin and I got into trouble and one thing led to another and so on," the brunette slowly explained smiling as she recalled what had happened that night.

"Wake up, Juli," Pepa said snapping her fingers in front of her sister.

"You still haven't told me why you haven't say a word about all this, we're supposed to tell each other everything," Pepa accused without resentment, just curiosity.

"At first.. I thought it was just a mistake, but after several moments, not only things like what you just saw happened but, we talked and went out too, I could see another side of Agustin that I had not allowed myself to see before because of pride and misunderstandings. The truth is...he is very sweet and a good man, so you were right, I should give him a chance and get to know him before, and.... I didn't tell you anything because we wanted it to be something for just us, no one had to start gossiping or saying ugly things, besides mom still doesn't fully trust him," Julieta said with her head down.

"Juli...let's see. First, I told you so, second, people are idiots and even if they find out they will talk shit, it's always like that, but it's okay that you wanted time just for you guys, and as for mom, she trusts him, kind of, she just doesn't trust him to stay in town, yes he's been here for years, but he might leave like he did before from where he came from." Pepa answered her warmly, holding her face up with her hand so she could see her.

"Do you think she knows something?"

"I don't think so, she's still deluded with that perfect girl act, who doesn't do wrong, bla, bla, bla, but she might be suspicious, she's not stupid... if you pay attention, you can tell, sis," What Pepa said only made Julieta blush again and cover her face with her hands, letting out a small scream.

Pepa could only laugh, she had never seen her sister like that, Julieta had always been reluctant to be romantic and when asked about boys she was very vague or just said that they were all dumb.

"Well, we'd better start serving the food, it's almost time." Pepa tapped Julieta's knee.

"You guys didn't do anything weird to the soup, right? because if so, i would eat air today."

"Of course not!" Julieta complained.

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The rest of the night passed quietly. The next morning, on the other hand, there was a lot of activity, Father Juan, as a reward for the hard work, allowed them to go on an excursion and not just that they could spend the night camping too, with the supervision of Sister Teresa, of course.

They didn't know who was more excited if the kids or the almost grown ups, the kids of course loved the idea of going on an adventure and having marshmallows at night, while the others just wanted the chance to go to the river and if they are honest, to see the girls in bathing suits.

After preparing everything they needed, tents, ropes, clothes, candy, and some arepas, they could finally leave. The good thing was that it wasn't very far from the cabin, maybe half an hour from there on foot.

After half an hour of walking, they arrived at a clearing where they began to set up the tents. Many of the inhabitants of Encanto had never been camping before, it was a new experience for everyone.

"All right, gather here," Sister Teresa called. "Everything is ready, so you can go explore, please don't get too far away, be careful especially in the river, lately it has been raining a lot around here, but it's normal, we don't have Miss Madrigal with us to control it, so we are used to it. the river could change really fast."

With that warning everyone began to change and put on their swimsuits underneath their clothes.

"Did you take my advice?" Pepa whispered to her sister as they changed.

"What advice?" Julieta said quizzically.

"To put on the blue bathing suit, for you know who," Pepa giggled mischievously.

"I don't know what you mean," Julieta rolled her eyes.

"Oh no, you can't act like that, now you can't, I already caught you. You don't fool me, in fact, I still need to hit myself a couple of times in the head to forget about it." Pepa smiled. "Be thankful it was me," Pepa continued. "Oh Gus, you will be the dea-" Pepa said breathy, mocking her sister, but was interrupted by a hand.

"Shhhh, do you want everyone to know?" Julieta scolded her as she looked around.

Leaving her alone, Pepa put her arm around Julieta, "Your secret is safe with me, today is a day to have fun, relax."

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Margarita was happy today, she was just finishing getting ready with Susana's help. All the children were excited, especially because they were going to built paper boats with Bruno and play tag with Felix and Oggi, they had promised to play with them when they finished setting up the grill and bringing firewood, since Sister Teresa had asked them as a favor.

As she finished a voice called her from outside the tent.

"Oggi!"

"Hi Margo! I was just coming to tell you, it will take a little longer to set up everything but don't worry, we can play later like I promised," Agustin comforted her.

"Awww really?" Margo asked disappointed.

"Hey, you know I always keep my promises, besides you can always play for a while with your brother, no?"

"Mmm I.. I don't think he likes me very much, Oggi," Margarita whispered, looking down.

"Don't say that, honey, I'm sure it's not like that and if it was I'd shake him real hard until his sense came back or i would even fight for you," Agustin told her as he struck a brave pose, which made Margarita laugh, mission accomplished.

"Oggi, you don't know how to fight, besides you always trip over everything," the little girl teased.

"Hey, that's no way to talk to your knight, missy," Agustin grabbed her, tossed her in the air and thankfully, catched her, so he could start tickling her.

"Take it back," Agustin told her, while the little girl laughed.

"Rojas, let go of my sister," Wilmer appeared behind them, as he watched them with a bit of jealousy. "Come on, Margo, let's play for a while, everyone is already going to the river." Wilmer extended his hand towards her without looking at them.

Agustin put Margarita down so she could grab Wilmer's hand with one hand and with the other grab Mr bunny, turning to look at Agustin as she walked away, Margo gave him a bye bye signal, which he responded with a thumbs up and a encoraging smile.

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When they saw the river they were amazed, in addition to the flow of the river, there were several deep and shallow pools all around, where they could swim peacefully without worrying about the flow. Everything was full of flowers and colors, they even could see several animals nearby, it was beautiful.

The girls began to look for a nice place not too far from the shore to put their things and change in peace. On the other side of the river, which wasn't very wide, the boys were wearing shorts and jumping off a large rock into one of the larger pools.

"Pepa, can you help me? I need to fix my swimsuit, hold this towel for me, please," Johana asked.

"Yeah, sure," Pepa agreed distractedly, where was Felix? He's supposed to be here, it can't be that hard to put together a grill.... Besides she wanted to get a sneak peek, they still hadn't done anything without clothes yet, she might be eager for more but... The fear of God was sometimes a thing... curiosity was killing her though.

"Susana, where are the kids, I have 3 arepas in my apron's pocket in case they get hungry," Julieta asked the girl, While she looked for them with her eyes.

"They are crossing the river with Wilmer, Juli," Susana pointed out. "I don't trust them much but, the kids wanted to play for a while with them."

"I think it's really cool that all the boys are there," Daniela said mischievously, sensing the looks from the other girls she explained. "Girls isn't it obvious? when we are all ready to show off our cute swimsuits, they can see from far away, but not so far, play hard to get and be sexy."

Sounds of excitement could be heard among the girls, Daniela encouraging them, of course. Until one of the girls asked for the whereabouts of the missing ones.

"Where is Felix?" a girl younger than Pepa asked sadly, and as expected, thunder resounded loudly scaring the group.

"Why would you care?" The red-haired girl mumbled, Showing her teeth.

"No, I just..."

"She asked in general, we are also waiting for Bruno and Agustin, especially Lorena." a short girl giggling, pointing to the girl who asked Julieta for help when she wanted to get off the chiva on the way here.... So her name was Lorena, good to know.

Normally the girls got along well, however as in everything in life there were groups within the group, the first one was formed by Pepa, Julieta, Johana, Daniela and Susana, while the other one was formed by Vanessa who thankfuly wasn't there, Lorena apparently and the other two.

It was very strange at times, Susana and Daniela had grown up with Vanessa and were childhood friends, however, they did not like to spend much time with her, they do it for the children to be honest.

Give me a sec, i will be back with more.

#encanto #fan fics #agustin madrigal #the madrigals #julieta madrigal

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toitown · 3 years ago

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@belfryprepz Thanks for putting a book in my ask box!! I’ve had a few fanfics on my mind, it’s hard to pick just one to talk about. I recently revisited one I currently call “Here Comes the Trouble” which is a comedy (shocking considering that like 98% of my fics are pure uncut angst) inspired by Charlotte Dobre’s Bridezilla series on YouTube. The plot involves a lot of stuff about some OCs, so I recommend reading my “Burns Family Headcanons” post before this one to fully understand, but I’ll put in info about the OCs when I need it.

Part 1-

The plot starts with an in-story recap of some pre-plot events. It’s told to the audience that Heath has three adult sisters: Briana, Diana, and Susana. They’re bitchy (read: Karen) triplets born in that order, and per an old unstated tradition, Briana thinks she’s entitled to get married before Diana because of their birth order. Diana thinks that’s stupid, and happily says yes when her boyfriend proposes to her. Pissed that she didn’t get married before her “younger” sister, Briana was an absolute bitch to anyone within a 50 mile radius for the entire planning and actual wedding. The fact that Diana was a total bridezilla also made the situation about 10x worse. Briana ended up convincing her boyfriend to propose to her at Diana’s reception. Diana was enraged that Briana ruined her wedding by upstaging her at her own reception, and now that she’s planning her own wedding, is also being an absolute bitch to anyone within a 50 mile radius. And it turns out that Briana is an even bigger bridezilla than Diana was. All of this behavior is of course enabled by their entitled (read: Karen) parents and friends.

Trapped in the middle of all of this needless drama are Heath, Holt, and Jackson (and Holt and Jackson’s mom, Fiona Burns, but she’s not the focal point), who are sadly related to these people and were already begging for this dumpster fire to just end since the second it was started. Now they’re gonna have to relive the whole nightmare all over again plus some, before the first one has even had a chance to settle down. Fiona is putting on a brave face to deal with her brother and nieces, and the boys have just about had it with their family’s entitlement and rudeness. They’re hoping to lay low and ride out the storm from afar, but things take a turn when Briana starts insisting that Holt DJ her entire reception and is incredibly rude when he asks for some money to cover the costs of transport and the mixtapes. Fiona tiredly tries to convince him to just do it to “not cause drama and shut them up, because they’ll never hear the end of it from Briana and her mom Isabelle”, but Holt has had it! This is the last straw! He initially refuses and storms off to his room. But while he’s in there, he gets a deliciously horrible idea. So he goes back to his mom and apologizes for storming out, he’s rethought it and now agrees wholeheartedly to DJ the wedding for no cost whatsoever, much to her relief. He then messages Jackson and Heath with his idea and waits.

Part 2 coming soon…

#monster high #mh #fanfic #fanfic ideas #fanfiction #ask games #cw: swearing #here comes the trouble #burns family #heath burns #holt hyde #jackson jekyll #briana burns #my mh ocs #my mh au tag #mh au #au #m1n3

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saintarchie · 2 years ago

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splinteredstar said: ….also you might be able to snag Susana-o now but I’m not sure

Only one way to find out...

Going by Mephilia’s notes on the subject, my assumption has always been that Susano-o is up on the otherwise uninhabited north-eastern island that’s shaped like a crescent moon, so that seems like the natural starting point. I thought maybe the idea was that the grandship would allow me to land on the central island, but it appears not. No sign of anything new on the crescent itself, but won’t hurt to land and have a closer look.

And, approaching the northern tip of the island, a cutscene, featuring another anchorite, who looks a bit grander than the others. It would appear that we’ve come to the right place. This is the anchorite of war, and we meet the qualifications, so let’s see what we get this time. Electric pylons? And a giant guy in a cape using one as a sword(!) Is this survivable? ...It is not. Ah. But maybe with some defensive adjustments? There we go. Great. Of course, none of the party have actually levelled up summoner enough to actually use Susano-o yet, but I’m sure one of them will get there eventually. Now for Eternia.

As we approach the north-western continent, a cutscene, in which (some of) the Council of Six react to the news that Grandship has disappeared. While none of them is aware of what has actually happened, they do at least know that it didn’t sink, and that something very odd must therefore be happening. The Marshal is also astute enough to realise that the fact that Alternis has lost track of the vestal’s whereabouts may be connected, and orders that their defences be put on high alert.

Back in control, and it seems that we can land here, so let’s do that. And as soon as we do, another cutscene, wherein the Marshal receives word of the Grandship’s arrival. Assuming, correctly, that Agnès is behind it, he reiterates his command that everyone be on their guard. The conversation turns to Victoria, who is apparently sufficiently recovered to be able to fight us again, but who may or may not choose to actually do so. It seems that whatever her health problem is might be getting more serious.

With that, we enter Chapter 4, which is entitled “Black and White”, suggesting that Edea’s Manichean view of morality is about to be challenged once again. The party discuss their next move, which will involve finding the Everlast Tower, formerly the Earth Temple, so that they can gain access to its crystal.

Unfortunately, getting there means reaching the city, which means passing through Frostpeak Passage, which means overcoming the might of the Enternian military. Best get started then. Can’t pass this gate, so I guess the idea is to go around WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING. There appears to be some kind of ice giant blocking the path further down. I assume we have to beat that in order to advance. All right then.

At least it’s not too hard to guess what its big weakness will be. Yeah, fire it is. All dead. That was quick. Trying again. Are these ice attacks immune to being countered? Oh they count as physical. That’s counter-intuitive. Dead again. Its punches have Stop as a secondary effect, so that’s fun. *adjustments to mitigate this where possible* And again. Going better this time. Yeah, down it goes. Tough bastard, that one.

As we advance towards the city, yet another cut to the Council of Six, showing their reaction to the Ice Golem’s defeat. In the absence of any response from their troops on deployment, they will have to try and hold the vestal at bay without reinforcements. The Marshal’s response to this news is to order that the valve for the white magic cables(?) be shut. I have no idea what that means, but it sounds a bit drastic. Certainly, Alternis & Victor both seem very concerned by this order. Victor worries that it will affect people receiving treatment(?) but the Marshal insists that it must be done to prevent the cables from placing the Earth Crystal in jeopardy, should the tower be destroyed. The tower it’s in? Why would we destroy that? I think I must be missing something here. In any event, the Marshal’s other order is to have units ready to intercept the vestal at each of the potential exits from the city, which is much more self-explanatory.

Back in control, I notice there are some new notes about Eternia available, which shed some light on what they were just talking about. The Duchy’s medical facilities receive healing waves via the aforementioned white magic cables, which would explain Victor’s comment about people’s treatments being disrupted. One thing that isn’t explained is what’s at the other end of those cables, though I can hazard a guess; given the Marshal’s concern that leaving the cables active will endanger the Earth Crystal, it seems reasonable to assume that they’re connected to it in some way. Presumably, that would also be the source of the healing waves, which Eternia has used to essentially eliminate ill-health from their society.

I am once again reminded of Zeal. Probably not a great sign.

Upon entering Eternia City, Edea is explaining the deal with the cables and the healing towers to the others when she gets recognised by an old classmate. Based on how friendly she’s acting, it seems as though news of Edea’s treason has been kept secret, which I guess shouldn’t surprise me. The Marshal’s own daughter switching sides and helping to derail all of his ongoing military campaigns would be devastating, PR-wise. Still, given the urgency of his “stop the vestal at all costs” orders, it is interesting that he’s apparently still holding that detail back. Although it may just be a case of the information being out there, but this particular woman not needing to know it.

In any event, the last she heard Edea had been assigned to the Sky Knights, and then nothing since, so finally seeing her again has come as something of a relief. To my surprise, the subject then turns to Edea’s mother, whom I can’t recall being mentioned before now, at least not as someone who was still living. Well, it turns out, she is still living, although her health has apparently taken a turn for the worst, necessitating a stay in one of the healing towers. Naturally, Edea wants to go and see her, and since there doesn’t seem to be anywhere else to go, we may as well go there.

Inside, the healing tower looks like a cross between a hospital and a castle, appropriately staffed by people wearing an amalgam of doctor and white mage outfits. I had thought there might be some difficulty getting in to see Edea’s mother, but we’re led right in. Mother and daughter are naturally happy to see one another, but there’s still some awkwardness between them, particularly when the former asks to be introduced to the latter’s new friends. Edea hesitates, and so her mother pre-empts her and introduces herself as Mahzer Lee. She then asks if Agnès is the Wind Vestal(!) Oh shit, is this a trap?

Apparently not; while Mahzer is aware of Edea’s recent actions thanks to her status as wife of the Marshal, she didn’t know the party were coming to see her, and actually promises not to report this visit. Inevitably, the conversation then turns to Edea’s reasons for defying her father, which Edea explains as a reasonable reaction to the many immoral and/or unethical actions she’s witnessed being committed by her former allies over the last few months. She also makes clear that they have come to awaken the Earth Crystal, not to make war against her father.

Except there seems to be a problem there; though they don’t say it explicitly, both Edea & Mahzer speak as though awakening the crystal will have some kind of knock-on effect that impedes Mahzer’s treatment. Before either of them can elaborate much on this, Mahzer is called away for an examination. The implication here is that awakening the Earth Crystal will prevent its being used for this healing process, which Edea is naturally conflicted over.

Back outside, she explains the situation to the others; the white magic cables are indeed connected to the Earth Crystal. To Agnès’s great surprise, the Eternians have figured out a means of extracting energy directly from the crystal, and it’s this they’ve been using to augment their healing magic. Tiz realises the dilemma this puts them in; if they awaken the crystal, they may be robbing a large number of people of their only hope of continued survival. Even Agnès, who views using the crystal that way as a form of desecration, seems reluctant to actually incur the human cost of stopping it.

Perhaps not surprisingly, it’s Airy who takes up the opposing side of the debate, pointing out that the healing towers only help Eternians while the rest of the world suffers from the effects of the corrupted crystals. She pushes this line even further, insisting that leaving the Earth Crystal unawakened would be tantamount to leaving the world to be covered in darkness. I have to wonder about that; while the adverse effects of the other three crystals being corrupted were pretty plain to see, now that they’ve been awakened, everything seems to be back to normal for the rest of the world. It’s possible that there may be other factors that haven’t been mentioned yet, but as far as I can see, it might not be too bad a deal to let the current situation become the new status quo. Of course, my view here is influenced by my suspicions about Airy. Not having such reservations, the party find her argument to be a compelling one and recommit to awakening the final crystal.

With that in mind, it’s time to go to the Everlast Tower, which means passing through Eternian Central Command. It seems there are three ways of doing this:

The Central Passage: The shortest path, but with the toughest enemies.

The Western Passage: A longer path, but with weaker enemies.

The Eastern Passage: The longest path, but with the weakest enemies.

None of them will be easy, but one of them must be chosen. That can wait until next time.

#archie plays bravely default

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