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kaz11283 · 4 years ago

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“Jealous? I ain’t jealous!” with Loki for the prompt list? Pretty please?

Jealous? I ain't Jealsous!

Pairing: Loki x Reader, Thor X Read (platonic)

Warnings: some swear words, none

Summary: You've been invited to one of the castles parties by the God of Mischief himself, of course he is your best friend.

Loki Masterlist

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"I feel ridiculous." You stated as Thor pulled you toward the great room. "Thor I dont think I should be here." You planted your feet on the ground causing him to stop and turn around. Sure you had been to other events held in the castle but never anythung this fancy before. The gown you wore was a little over the top for you, the heels were to high, and your hair had to many pins in it to count.

You was use to the simple dresses, flat shoes, and loose hair that ran down your back, but you had to keep reminding your self you was doing all of this for him. For him to possibly notice you for someone more than just a person to vent to.

"You will be fine Lady Y/N. You look beautiful as always, Loki is very lucky to have someone as divine as you." Thor gave you one of his signature smiles. He was one of the greatest friends that you had. He had helped you pick everything out from the dress (that he had paud for, he wouldnt take no for an answer) all the way to how you was going to approach the whole topic with Loki.

As soon as you walked into the hall a few of the people bear the door turned to look at you and bow to Thor.

"Lady Y/n, would you like to dance?" A handsome man you had seen a few times around came to you and bowed.

"Ummm no no. I dont really dance." You tried waving him off.

"Non sense, everyone dances even if it is not good." He smiles as he takes your hand.

"Thor help please." You mouthed as you was lead away. The dance lasted longer than you were hoping and your toes where the man had been stepping was sore. "Thank but I really must go." You bowed to him walking off.

"I shall kill you by the end of the night Thor." You said grabbing on to his arm to steady yourself as you fixed your shoes. He laughed as he offered your hand.

"Come then dance with someone who doesnt have two left feet. Have you seen Loki yet?" He asked spinning you arund alot more graceful than the other had.

"I have not seen your brother yet but I bet he would have helped me out." You rolled your eyes.

"I couldn't help you out with the one but I can save you from this one if you would like?" I smooth voice asked from behind you. Tur kng you seen the raven haired man dressed in black pants with an elegant black top his emerald cloak hanging behind him. He offered his hand to you, a dazzeling smile greeted you.

"I would very much like that." You took his hand and let him spin you around the room like you was air. "I thought you was going to meet me here?"

"I truly did try, my father had some business he wanted to discuss." He wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him, his left hand resting on the small of your back. "I didnt however think you would simply go from one brother to the next so fast though sweetheart." He laughed.

"Sir, are you jealous that Thor has kept me busy while I had to wait?" You grined up at him.

"Jealous? Darling I assure you I am not jealous." He laughed. "I do not however like that fact that I missed the first dance with you." After the dance was over he lead you out of one of the side doors that lead to a long hall.

"I must talk to you about what father wanted." He looked nervously at you.

"I wanted to talk to you also Loki. I know how this might sound though." You stopped and grabbed his arm. "Hold on I must get out of these shoes. They are killing me."

"You are the only woman I know that would rather walk bare foot." He laughed as he steady you long enough to take off your shoes. Hold out a hand he took them from you.

"Father wants me to pick a bride. Says that its time I take responsibility and that since Thor does not want the throne I am next." Your heart shattered. Of course he would chose one of the other princesses from other places. You had no fight in this battle. "What was it you wanted to say?" Your heart lept to your throat. Could you tell him? Let him reallt know how you felt. Might as well, whats the worst that could happen?

"Loki I love you. I have loved you for a while now. You are, and always will be my best friend, and I will stand behind you. Who ever you decide to choose." You looked up at him. Tears in your eyes, he met you with a smile.

"Well thats good I guess, one of the conditions was that I got ti choose who I was to court. I was wondering if I could possibly court you Lady Y/n?"

Your jaw dropped you had never imagined him feeling the same. Becore you could even think you had wrapped your hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down meeting your lips. "You know this would have been easier if you had kept the shoes on." He laughed pulling away slightly. "But I wouldn't have it any other way." He leaned back down catching your lips again.

In the distances you heard Thor shouting into the great hall. "Mother! She accepted! We are going to have a wedding!" Cheers rose from the room.

"Must we go back in there?" You mumbled.

"No, lets go some where thats more private." He saod simply pulling you after him.

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ANNOUNCEMENT: first request done! Annon I hope you enjoy it! It came out a little longer than I had planned. I think i've just came to realize that I cant write short one shots 🙈😁 thank you so much though. I really did enjoy writing this one.

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itsivyberry · 4 years ago

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tri-wizard champion {5}

The Maze

Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

a/n: my Christmas gift to you because 2020 has sucked ass and I want to finish this series before it’s over❤️ enjoy also READ THE MF TRIGGER WARNINGS THEY ARE REALLT IMPORTANT THIS TIME

word count: 4590

warnings: major character death, lots of blood, anxiousness, mentions of vomiting, sad sad stuff dude, also literally loss of a limb (there’s a warning before it begins, please don’t read if you can’t stomach it)

summary: the truth about the Y/L/N’s is to be revealed soon when Y/N is facing the dangers within the maze of the third task.

tag list: @drawlfoy @fanficflaneuse @ccelinewritess @accio-rogers @babyhoneystvles @nekee-lilac02 @dracofeltonmalfoy

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The final task approached rapidly.

News about the sudden death of Barty Crouch spread throughout the student body quickly.

Y/N was growing anxious, more than she ever was for any other task. The spots from the grindylows had faded to a lighter color, similar to the two gashes on her back.

But now here she was, waking through a doorway to face the entire Hogwarts student body along with families and the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students clad in a black and yellow outfit to represent Hufflepuff.

The three Hogwarts champions stood by their entrance to the maze. Cheers could be heard from every angle at which they stood, a lively march being played by the band.

Many students had homemade banners with the champions’ last names written all over. Y/N smiled at the sight of Draco holding a large banner with a silly drawing of her and Y/L/N written in big, bold, sparkly letters. She gave him a funny face and a thumbs up, and he blew a kiss right back mouthing “good luck.”

“Sonorus!” Dumbledore casted the amplifying charm, and the sounds of cheers and music died out. Students clambered to sit down, eager to hear about the task.

“Earlier today, Professor Moody placed the Triwizard Cup deep within the maze. Only he knows it’s exact position. Now, as Mr. Diggory...” cheers erupted at the sound of Cedric’s name, and Amos held his son’s hand high in recognition, “...Miss Y/L/N and Mr. Potter...” cheers grew louder and students stood, yelling for Harry and Y/N, including Ron, Hermione, and Draco, “...are tied for first position, they will be the first to enter the maze, followed by Mr. Krum...” more cheers, “...and Miss Delacour.”

“The first person to touch the cup will be the winner. I’ve instructed the staff to patrol the perimeter. Should, at any point, a contestant wish to withdrawal from the task, he or she need only send up red sparks with their wands. Contestants! Gather around. Quickly!”

Y/N rushed up, following Cedric to where Dumbledore stood. Her heart was pounding.

The five champions huddled up, and Dumbledore placed his arms around Y/N’s and Krum’s shoulders.

“In the maze, you’ll find no dragons or creatures of the deep. Instead you’ll face something even more challenging. You see, people change in the maze. Oh, find the cup if you can. But be very wary. You could just lose yourselves along the way.” The ominous undertone to his voice gave Y/N goosebumps.

Draco watched intently, trying to listen to what Dumbledore was saying to the five teens, but had no luck. His heart was pounding just as hard as Y/N’s was.

“Champions, prepare yourselves!” Dumbledore instructed, and the crowd cheered again.

Without thinking, Y/N turned around and bolted to the stands, stopping right in front of where Draco was.

“Wish me luck!” She said, jumping up to wrap her around a around his neck and pulled him close. He sat up to lean over the railing blocking the two of them, hugging her so tightly. “Awes” and “oohs” circled around the two of them.

“Good luck.” Draco whispered in Y/N’s ear, pulling back just enough to press his lips on hers in a rushed and anxious kiss.

She pulled away quickly, touching her feet to the ground and smiling warmly at him, before rushing back to her designated entrance to the maze, unknowing of what she should find inside.

Y/N looked into it, her heart hammering. It was too foggy to see any clearer than maybe 6 feet in front of her, and the hedges were impossibly tall.

Her thoughts began to bite at her. What if I don’t make it through in time? What if something in there kills me? What if I get lost and nobody can see the red sparks?

She wished she had the support of a representative like the other champions did. Y/N looked over to see Amos giving Cedric a tight hug, whispering something in his ear.

Just as quickly as he had hugged his son, he made his way over to the young girl and gave her a big hug too. “You’ll do amazing, Y/N. I wish both you and Cedric the best of luck.” He said into her ear.

“Thank you, Amos.” She smiled at him, allowing him to step back over to his son.

Cedric smiled at her, but it was wobbly. He could tell she was just as nervous as he was, and tried his best to comfort her with the distance between them.

“On the count of three. One-“ Dumbledore’s voice was cut off by the canon exploding early. Y/N couldn’t breathe as she watched Harry take the first step into the maze. Cedric followed right after, and the lively music from before flooded through the small arena.

The second Y/N stepped at least two feet into the maze, the entrance sealed off. It was deafening, how silent it had suddenly become.

Draco watched closely, as his girlfriend was suddenly separated from the eyes of the spectators. He knew her parents were watching somewhere in the crowd, feeling just as nervous as he was.

The only thing Y/N could hear was her own staggered breathing and the snaps of twigs beneath her feet. The passage was narrow, and she kept her want tightly in her hand.

The maze seemed to change every passing second, passages forming quickly. She was running now, trying to make sure she wouldn’t get crushed.

The first scream caught Y/N’s attention. It was loud, and bone chilling, and echoed throughout the entire maze. She was so sure the other champions must’ve heard it.

She was frozen. The scream must’ve come from Fleur, she had decided, and was silently praying the girl wasn’t hurt.

It was when an explosion over head, red sparks from only a passage over, had broken Y/N from her trance.

From outside the maze, everyone was silent at the first sight of surrender. Draco was repeating a mantra in his head.

Don’t be Y/N. Don’t be Y/N. Don’t be Y/N. Don’t be Y/N. Don’t be Y/N. Don’t be Y/N. Don’t be Y/N.

A glimmer caught her eye. She had barely moved from the entrance, not nearly putting in as much effort as she thought she would.

Y/N walked slowly towards it, whipping around and keeping her eyes open for any threat. A twig cracked behind her, and she screamed when something tackled her to the ground.

Draco heard the second scream. He knew it was Y/N after Fleur was removed from the maze. It took all of his control not to jump from the stands and force his way into the maze to find her himself.

“Y/N? Oh, Merlin I’m so sorry!” Cedric pulled himself off of her. “I thought you were Krum! He’s gone insane!” He helped her up.

Y/N’s eyes were blown wide and her breath was short. “You- you scared me! Don’t do that!”

Cedric must’ve seen the glimmer too, a glowing object in the distance.

“Together?” He asked her, not taking his eyes off the prize.

“Together.” She spokes quietly, taking the first step towards the cup.

Indistinct shouting not very far from the two Hufflepuffs made both of them jump. Krum, who’s eyes seemed to be incredibly cloudy from what Y/N remembered they actually looked like, was shooting hexes at Harry.

Harry’s defenses were down. “Get down!” Cedric yelled, jumping in front of Y/N and dodging the hex that had missed Harry. Y/N shrunk into the hedge to the left of her, covering her face with her hands.

“Get down!” Cedric yelled once more, Krum yelling another indistinguishable hex at Harry who was now on the ground.

“Expelliarmus!” Y/N gained the courage to jump up, hitting Krum square in the chest. He was thrown further away from the three of them, and seemingly unconscious.

Cedric ran over to him, kicking his wand from his hand. Y/N and Harry both realized he was about to cast another spell on him, Godric knows which one.

“No! Stop!” Harry yelled, holding him back. “He’s bewitched, Cedric!”

“Get off me!” He shoved Harry harshly.

“He’s bewitched!” Harry repeated.

“Cedric! Stop! Listen to him!” Y/N yelled, holding him back as well. Cedric shoved her to the ground so hard, her wrist snapped in half from the angle at which she hit the hard dirt. She cried out and it echoed, using her elbow to sit up and her feet to push away from the two boys. She had already caught a look at the ungodly angle her hand was suddenly bent at, and it made her want to vomit.

Cedric realized what he had done at the sound of his best friend’s scream. He was about to hold his wand up to send sparks for both Y/N and Krum, but Y/N jumped up before he could.

“Stop! We’ve already made it too far.” Her voice trembled. She was shaking violently, keeping distance between her and the two boys.

It was silent for a moment, the deafening sound taking over between the three teenagers just as when they first entered the maze.

“Together?” Cedric asked quietly, repeating what he said earlier, and looking at both of them.

“Together.” Harry and Y/N said at the same time.

Just as Y/N took a step towards them, a violent gust of wind hit her back and loud cracking echoed.

“Go!” Cedric yelled, grabbing Y/N’s good hand and running towards the cup. Harry ran after them, as quick as he could.

They made it to the center of the maze, and there stood the magnificent Triwizard Cup.

“Go on! Take it!” Cedric yelled.

“Together!” Harry yelled back, looking at Y/N who still had tears streaming down her face.

“One, two, three!” The three students jumped forward in the nick of time, grabbing ahold of the cup. A bright white light filled Y/N’s vision, and she was suddenly dizzy.

The three of them dropped onto the ground. She could sense their location had changed before she opened her eyes.

Harry and Cedric were on the ground near each other, gasping for breath. Y/N was thrown on the ground along with the cup, just a few feet away from them. The shock was beginning to wear off, and the pain was almost unbearable in her wrist.

“Come on, Y/N. Get up.” Cedric spoke quietly, the stillness of their new location scaring him. “You okay?” He asked both of them.

“Yeah.” Harry stood, looking around. Y/N allowed Cedric to help her stand, and she could finally see where they were. He held her broken wrist loosely in his hand, putting a protective arm around her shoulder.

A graveyard. The cup was a portkey. The sky was dark and cloudy, fog covering the rolling hills. Y’all tombstones towered over the three of them.

“Where are we?” She whispered.

“I’ve been here before.” Harry spoke suddenly.

“It’s a portkey. Harry, the cup is a portkey.” Cedric smiled mischievously down at the glowing cup.

“I’ve been here before.” Harry repeated. “In a dream.”

“Cedric! We have to get back to the cup. Now!” Harry’s voice was filled with fear and realization.

“Harry, what’s wrong?” Y/N asked, her eyes filling with tears again, thinking the worst that could possibly happen. Were they set up?

“What are you talking about?” Cedric pulled Y/N closer, trying to keep her safe from whatever Harry had realized.

A door creaked open loudly in front of them. It made Y/N jump, and the first tear rolled down her cheek.

Harry began shouting when a figure walked from the doorway. A scruffy man turned as he collapsed on the ground, and a fire was lit from under a large cauldron in front of the doorway. Cedric released Y/N from his hold, rushing over to Harry.

“Harry! What is it?” He spoke, his voice cracking from fear.

“Get back to the cup!” Harry yelled out of pain again, sounding rather irritated.

Cedric put distance between him and Harry as the figure stepped out from the doorway. Y/N immediately recognized him as Peter Pettigrew, a good friend of her parents before he betrayed them all for Voldemort. Her eyes were wide when she realized what he was holding in his arms.

“Who are you? What do you want?” Cedric spoke, holding his wand up as a threat.

“Cedric, back down now!” Y/N yelled pulling his shoulder back. He shrugged her off.

“Kill the spare. Keep the girl alive.” A raspy voice spoke.

“Avada Kedavra!”

“No! Cedric!” Harry yelled, attempting to stand but was too late.

A bright green light temporarily blinded her. She watched the unforgivable curse hit Cedric and throw him over her head and behind her. The second his corpse hit the ground, a loud sob escaped her mouth.

Peter rushed over to Harry, using his wand to force him to stand. He backed him up into a statue that locked him in place.

“Do it! Now!” The raspy voice spoke again.

Peter hesitated for a moment. He walked over to the cauldron, keeping a hold of the blanket in his hands but dropped whatever was holding it into the boiling substance.

“Bone of the father unwillingly given.” A disgusting bone was levitated from the ground, caught on fire and into the cauldron.

Y/N’s breathing was too short when the realization of a dead body behind her set in.

“Flesh of the servant...” he turned suddenly, rushing to Y/N and forcing her towards the cauldron.

“Stop! What are you doing to me!” She yelled, trying to release herself from his grip, but it was too strong.

“Willingly sacrificed.” A large knife was pulled from his sleeve. He forced her broken wrist above the steaming substance as she thrashed against him.

********THIS PART IS GROSS PLEASE PLEASE DONT READ IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE REALLY GORY STUFF!!!!!!!!!!! ‼️‼️‼️‼️

With no hesitation, he dug the sharp knife into her wrist, cutting through the bone and severing her hand into the liquid below. She screamed, louder than she ever thought she could. Blood spurt from her hand, staining the grass by her feet. Peter threw her on the ground, away from him and Harry.

She made quick work, ripping part of her shirt to wrap around her wrist, trying not to pass out from the loss of blood and the sight of her bone. Y/N had been taught what to do in this situation, just not to herself. She could barely even register what was happening as her fight or flight took over.

“And blood of the enemy...” he used the same knife to cut part of Harry’s sleeve. “Forcibly taken.” Peter dug the knife into his wrist, blood rushing down Harry’s arm and dripping from his elbow. He cried in pain, and it made Y/N wince.

Peter tapped the hilt of the knife over the cauldron, letting a few dropped of Harry’s blood sizzle into the liquid.

“The Dark Lord shall rise... again.” He spoke, breathing loudly.

Harry’s screams broke Y/N from her daze due to the blood loss. The entire cauldron caught on fire, melting away to reveal none other than the slimey, naked, disgusting body of Lord Voldemort.

Black smoke surrounded him before his pale feet touched the ground, forming into a cloak of some sort.

Y/N could hear him inhale deeply, running his hands along the pale, veiny skin on his head. She could tell this was the first time in a while he had taken his human form.

Peter stepped forward, his face full of awe and adoration.

Voldemort walked forward to Peter, looking down and laughing quietly but maniacally and the form he had taken.

“My wand, Wormtail.” Voldemort spoke harshly toward his follower, holding out his hand. Peter brandished the wand, bowing deeply and holding it out to Voldemort.

“Y/N, hey, look at me! You’re going to be okay. We are going to make it out of this. Stay close to the portkey.” Harry whispered, turning his head to see Y/N in her awful state. She looked petrified, seemingly wishing this was some sort of nightmare.

They watched as Voldemort took the wand from Peter, inhaling deeply.

“Hold out your arm.” He commanded Peter.

“Master...” Peter started to cry. “Thank you, master.” He began to hold out one of his arms.

“The other arm, Wormtail.” Voldemort spat. Peter’s eyes went wide as he held his other arm, allowing Voldemort to take a grip on it.

He shoved the tip of his wand onto the bare skin of Peter’s wrist, and the dull ink that once was there grew darker, revealing the Dark Mark in its true form.

Thunder rumbled throughout the graveyard. Y/N jumped, trying to stay as quiet as she could.

Voldemort looked up into the clouds. Y/N followed his gaze, and right before her eyes a dark skull formed. The skull opened its mouth, and a thick trail of smoke bellowed out of it, heading right towards where they were. The smoke broke off into different paths, becoming darker.

The second the smoke touched the ground, a person appeared. There were too many for her to count. Dressed in dark cloaks, skull masks and pointing hats, she couldn’t identify any of them.

“Welcome, my friends. Thirteen years, it’s been, and yet... here you stand before me as though it were only yesterday. I confess myself... disappointed.” Voldemort spat again, his voice echoing through the graveyard.

“Not one of you tried to find me. Crabbe!” Voldemort yelled, rushing up to one of the figures and ripping the skull mask off. Dark smoke followed.

With just a flick of his hand, Voldemort was now revealing the figures.

“Macnair! Goyle!” Y/N recognized the names. Crabbe and Goyle, two of Draco’s closest minions. She was silently praying there wasn’t a Malfoy among them.

“Not even you, Lucius.” Voldemort walked up to the last standing figure, ripping of the mask. A crow flew away violently from behind them.

Y/N was trying to stop the bleed of her wrist, but it soaked through the fabric she had wrapped on it. She was fighting off the black spots of her vision.

“My lord,” Lucius was brought to his knees. “Had I detected any sign, a whisper of your whereabouts-“

“There were signs, my slippery friend. And more than whispers.” Voldemort interrupted him.

“I assure you, my Lord, I have never renounced the old ways.” Lucius removed the hat from his head, revealing a familiar platinum blonde. Y/N let out an involuntary sob as she realized, but soon quieted down.

“The face I have been obliged to present each day since your... absence... that is my true mask.” Lucius continued as the other Deatheaters around them stood.

“I returned.” Peter spoke shakily, raising a hand for recognition. He gasped and doubled over when Voldemort rushed over to him, the cloak bellowing behind him.

“Out of fear, not loyalty. Still, you have proved yourself useful these past few months, Wormtail.” Voldemort’s voice softened just the slightest bit.

Y/N didn’t have time to realize when he was walking over to where she sat on the ground, over by Cedric’s body.

“Oh...” he spoke, pushing his face around with his foot. Y/N winced as he tutted loudly. “Such a handsome boy.”

“Don’t touch him!” Harry yelled, shrinking back when Y/N flinched and Voldemort glared at him.

“And who might this be, Wormtail? I see you used her for the spell.” Voldemort sneered, looking down at Y/N.

“Y/N Y/L/N, my Lord.” Wormtail spoke up. From behind Voldemort, Y/N saw Lucius whip around with an unrecognizable look on his face.

“Y/L/N?” Voldemort repeated, and Peter nodded. “Stand, girl, now.” He demanded.

Y/N stood slowly and shakily, keeping her composure in front of the Dark Lord himself.

Voldemort’s hand whipped out to grab her wrist, taking a look at the damage that was done. She inhaled sharply, letting out another sob from the grip he had.

“Well done. You have served me well, Y/N.” Voldemort said, dropping his grip and letting her arm fall limp. She kept a hard face despite the tears running down her cheeks.

Her eyes flickered to Harry. He had an expression that said “back down.” Voldemort followed her line of sight to look at the boy he hated so very much.

“Harry. Oh, I’d almost forgotten you were here. Standing on the bones of my father. I’d introduce you, but word has it you’re almost as famous as me these days.” Voldemort paused, maintaining eye contact for a second more.

He turned suddenly to his followers. “The boy who lived. How lies have fed your legend, Harry. Shall I reveal what really happened that night 13 years ago?”

“Shall I divulge how I truly lost my powers? Yes, shall I?” Hs muttered to himself, walking away from Harry.

“It was love. You see, when dear, sweet Lily Potter gave her life for her only son, she provided the ultimate protection. I could not touch him. It was old magic. Something I should have foreseen. But no matter, no matter. Things have changed.” Voldemort ended his monologue, rushing up to Harry and raising a hand as if to strike him.

“I can touch you... now.” He brought his pointer finger to touch Harry’s scar.

The screams that filled Y/N’s ears were agonizing. She shrunk into herself, wincing away from the noises. When Voldemort screamed along with Harry, ripping his hand away from his face, the screams stopped.

“Astonishing what a few drops of your blood with do, eh, Harry? Pick up your wand, Potter!” Voldemort released the statues grip on Harry, letting him drop to the ground.

“I said, pick it up! Get up! Get up! You’ve been taught how to duel, I presume, yes? First, we bow to each other. Come on, now, Harry. The niceties must be observed. Dumbledore wouldn’t want you to forget your manners, would he? I said, bow.” He was speaking so quickly, almost going crazy at the thought of fighting Harry once and for all. With a wave of his wand, Harry was forced into a bow.

“That’s better. And now!” Voldemort growled, running towards Harry and throwing him onto the ground. Y/N watched, using her feet to shove her back farther from the scene. When she hit something, she turned around quickly to see Cedric.

“No, no, no, no.” She kept repeating, grabbing his face in her hands. It was as though she finally realized what had happened. She had lost her best friend. Sobs were heard from where she sat on the ground. Her tears dripped down her chin and onto Cedric’s cold face as the dual behind her continued. She winced at every hex that was sent to either of them.

“I’m so sorry, Ced. Please. Please.” She begged him, grasping at his shirt, still sobbing violently.

Y/N never took her eyes off of Cedric, even when Voldemort and Harry cast such strong spells that they collided, created a blinding light from behind her. It was went Harry’s Expelliarmus spell finally hit the tip of Voldemort’s wand when she turned around to see an abonormallt large spark erupt.

It took the form of Cedric, alive and smiling at the two of them. Another old man, presumably a muggle, took place on the other side of them. Two more sparks formed to be a woman and a man. The man was speaking quickly to Harry.

“Harry! When the connection is broken you must get to the portkey! We can linger for a moment to give you some time, but only a moment. Do you understand?” Harry nodded.

“Harry, Y/N,” Cedric spoke from above. Y/N’s tears began to start again at the sound of his voice. “Take my body back, will you? Take my body back to my father.”

“Let go.” The woman’s voice was heard. “Sweetheart, you’re ready. Let go. Let go!” All four spirits rushed forward when the connection was broken.

Harry ran quickly over to Y/N and Cedric.

“Hold onto him! Accio!” Harry pointed his wand at the portkey, grabbing Y/N’s hand as she wrapped her arm around Cedric’s. The portkey took them right back to the arena.

The three of them landed hard on the ground. Cedric’s body was sprawled, and cheering erupted. The lively music started once more, nobody noticing what had happened. Harry was crying now.

“Harry, let go of him. Let go of him!” Y/N sat up, pulling Harry off of Cedric’s body.

He knocked her off, the exhaustion finally hitting her as she collapsed on the ground. Fleur rushed forward, and Y/N had never been so glad to see her.

She screamed loudly, looking around and covering her mouth with her hands in terror.

“Harry!” Dumbledore yelled, rushing from his spot in the stands. Hagrid hesitated to continue clapping when he realized what was happening. The music finally died down with the sounds of a trumpet flailing.

“For God’s same, Dumbledore, what’s happened?” The minister rushed to the ground by Harry and Cedric. Two Beauxbatons girls were helping Y/N up, her head lolling as she finally began to lose consciousness.

“Help! We need help here!” One of the girls called, her accent thick. Draco rushed up so quick, breathing heavy. “I’ll take her.” He spoke to the girls.

Y/N looked up quick at his voice. “Don’t touch me! Don’t let him take me! Get away from me!” She screamed, thrashing away from his hands.

He seemed so hurt and confused, putting his hands up in surrender. Y/N could tell he looked scared, more than she was at the mere sight of him.

Madame Promfrey was quick to rush up to Y/N, Taking her from the girls and putting her on a stretcher. “She’s coming with me alone.” She spoke harshly to every student surrounded it Y/N. Gasps were heard as the stretcher was levitated and everyone could see the damage.

“That’s my boy!” The faint cry of Amos filled Y/N’s ears. She used all her strength to lull her head to the side, watching her best friend’s dad collapse next to his son’s corpse. Her face scrunched up as hot tears escaped her eyes, dripping from the bridge of her nose onto the fabric of the stretcher.

Y/N eventually succumbed to the darkness, not caring who could see how hurt she was. Every student saw the blood soaking her shirt, how dirty she was, and her missing hand. It was an awful sight, and some people had to turn away so they wouldn’t lose their dinner.

Pomfrey was quick to take her to the Hospital Wing, fixing her up and cleaning her off so she could rest comfortably.

~.•*✰

Students would linger in over the next few days, checking up on Y/N to see how she was doing. She was always the same every time; asleep, but alive.

There wasn’t much Pomfrey could do about her hand. Tragic, it really was. Y/N would have never been considered as a follower to Voldemort, much less a loyal servant to him.

Dumbledore helped shield her from the press and the students that were begging to know what had happened in the maze. He made sure Y/N wouldn’t wake up to threats or feel incredibly unsafe somewhere she called home.

Professors were now worried about how to tell the students about the death of the golden boy, and how to not let it slip that Voldemort is back, alive, and rapidly gaining power.

But that was an issue for when Y/N woke up, and the truth about her family would finally be revealed.

~•.*✰

a/n: wow! Sorry about this one! I decided to leave on a cliff hanger, lol my bad. I’m done using the movie as a reference so the last chapter is coming straight from the noggin onto my cellular device. Merry Christmas tho, hope y’all got everything you wanted! Happy holidays and happy Hanukkah, Kwanza, or whatever you celebrate during this time! Love you all so much

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bisexual-nick-nelson · 4 years ago

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*********MAJOR LOVE, VICTOR SPOILERS BELOW, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK**********

so, I really really like venji. it’s my favorite ship and I feel like the only person who enjoys it. Velix is still really cute!! but venji is just my favorite. And I just wanna enjoy my ships and the cute stuff in the tags, but people feel the need to call venji a “sucky ship” (yeah I’m getting butt hurt over opinions, I know. but I genuinely feel guilty for liking this ship) bc of the circumstances in which it becomes canon. I understand that cheating on mia was wrong and Victor shouldn’t have done it. It hurt mia a lot, and victor should have broke up with her before deciding to make out with Benji in the last episode. however, I think that this is the shitty writing of a homophobic company (Disney, thanks) and that’s why it’s like that. but also, they’re teenagers. victor is only 16, he’s literally a fucking teenager, and teenagers make horrible fucking decisions sometimes!!! they really do!!!!! and sometimes, those decisions hurt people. victor spends the entire show putting his family’s needs and feelings above his own. It’s not an excuse for what he did, because it shouldn’t have happened, and maybe I’m biased, but I think it’s safe to give him the benefit of the doubt here. he’s just moved from Texas, found out his mom is having an affair, he’s going through an entire sexuality crisis too. Also, it’s not like he just outright cheats on mia for the hell of it. There’s clear proof of him trying to tell her and the opportunity getting ruined. victor doesn’t kiss Benji on the bench at the end with the intent to hurt mia. He wanted to tell mia, and he was going to. It’s clear that he didn’t intend to hurt mia, but he made an irrational decision because he’s a teenager, and mia got hurt over it. Yeah, it was a shitty thing to do but people are acting like victor is a disgusting human being for it. he’s just a kid, and he made a mistake, which he clearly feels remorseful for because he tries to explain to mia that he did want to tell her and never got to

im really, really sad because venji is one of my favorite ships and I feel guilty for shipping it because people say it’s bad and toxic. imo, it would be one thing had victor planned to cheat on mia. but it was a dumb mistake made by a dumb teenager. And I’m tired of 20 something year olds treating the characters like they’re all also 20 something year olds and have to be absolutely perfect and not toxic and make mistakes at all. Victor cheating on mia to me gives him a more,, authentic character. he feels very human to me. it’s wrong. Cheating hurts people. but it still isn’t like victor intended to hurt mia. and he knows it’s wrong and he feels bad about it. I’m just reallt fucking upset and I wanna cry over this because I’m tired of worrying about everyone else’s opinions and therefore feeling guilty for enjoying a ship bc of the romantic drama surrounding it.

#love victor #love victor spoilers #venji #victor x benji #benji campbell #victor salazar

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lady-of-the-lotus · 3 years ago

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i hope you know that you’re just amazing like so creative your writing your art all of it just 💞💞💞💞

i reallt enjoy your work a lot and just it’s so cool seeing you experiment w different concepts in your artwork like i remember when you mostly did greyscale work and you’ve branched out with colors lighting architecture jsut fuck - aldjdk im sorry it’s just really cool to observe ?? idk how to phrase it nicely / properly

and your writing gosh just 😫💞💞 akfhdkfk you evoke so much emotion and such stakes that makes my heart crack slowly and all at once in the end in those final scenes

i’m sorry this is such a mess i just really want you to knkw i enjoy your work a lot <333 thank you for taking the time to create such lovely pieces <33

Thank you so much!!!! Really <3 I'm glad you enjoyed! It's a bit niche and I doubt it will get much attention (I figure it will be my least popular Yi City fic, tbh) so it's nice to hear any kind of feedback.

And thank you so much for your comments about my art! I have so much still to practice and learn but I feel like I've come a long way from where I was eight months ago. I've had so much fun experimenting and trying new things. (And you already know I love your art!)

And in response to your tags on your reblog (thank you!!)

Your tags re "so XXC just goes along with things, what else can he do now that XY is dead, he's basically dead too and just waiting for his body to catch up" -- augh yes, my poor baby. And a lot of the "past-ish" in the relationship tags have to do with the fact that, well, the songxiao seems pretty one-sided and XY seems to be hung up on XY (his taste in men is at once very relatable and highly questionable).

And I agree, I do think this version of BSSR would have done it even had she not promised, as long as Song Lan was on board with it. I like the idea of her as someone fiercely loyal to her "children" but a bit gray otherwise. Especially after being alive so long--your morals and priorities are bound to be a bit different than the norm.

BSSR is such an interesting character; I'd love to do something exploring her in more detail, if only I had the time!

#you're the best <3 #Familiar Faces #lotus write #ETA #oh I meant to reply privately #well oop it's late

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lifeofroos · 4 years ago

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Part 32! And there is a baby! Small reminder that you can still vote for the Solangelo rewards 2021 on @solange-lol! My fic is nominated too!

In short: Nico gets Therapy from Dionysus. In this chapter, a mutual friend has gotten a baby and they have been invited over to see the child. However, Nico is a little nervous... The rest can be found on AO3 and FanFiction.net and in Tumblr tags like Nico di Angelo, Fanfiction, Pjo etc. This Might Be Crazy: Chapter 32: British tea

Dionysus teleported us to a pretty nice apartment block in the middle of New York. ‘What number?’ I asked.

‘32.’

‘Alright.’ I walked to the door and hovered my fingers over the bells, but when I found it, I did not ring it.

‘Is something wrong?’

‘I am a little anxious.’

‘A little?’

‘Okay, quite. Quite anxious.’

‘Hm. Does that get better if you don’t ring the doorbell, even though we have an appointment?’

He had a point. I pressed the doorbell, which felt like quite the achievement.

‘Who’s there?’ A male voice asked through the intercom. I took a deep breath.

‘Uh…Nico. Nico di Angelo.’ I swallowed. ‘Um, Mary invited us…’

‘Of course! Come on in!’ The door opened with a soft click. I shot a look at Dionysus, before we walked into the building.

‘How come that you are so nervous all of a sudden? Usually, you talk to people quite easily. I am assuming you did not talk to the troglodytes like this when you first met them.’

‘I don’t know. Something about the fact that Mary has a baby makes me nervous. I am afraid I’ll hurt them.’

‘It’ll be okay. Try to calm down. His name is Ernest, by the way.’

‘Because you are such an authority on names.’

‘Now, we are not getting your mouth too big.’

I tried to laugh, but it was higher pitched than usual. ‘Of course not.’

The door was already open. A man in his late twenties was standing in the doorway. He looked like he was perpetually on a pink cloud.

He stuck out his hand. We both shook it. ‘You must be Nico,’ he told me. ‘And are you Dio? I don’t hear that name often.’

Dionysus shrugged. I assumed Mary had not told George his full name. ‘Oh well.’

‘Come in,’ George said, with stars in his eyes, ‘Ernest is just awake!’ He led us into the apartment, which looked cozy. They had a fluffy couch in the living room, and Mary was sitting on that couch, and she was holding the tiniest human I had ever seen in my life.

I mouth fell open a little. Mary smiled. ‘Look, Nico, this is Ernest.’

‘He’s… he’s so…’ I took a step backwards. My anxiety went throught the roof.

George looked at us with a huge smile, seemingly unaware of how I was feeling. ‘He is beautiful, isn’t he!’ He sighed. ‘Do you want anything to drink?’ Dionysus looked at Mary and at me. ‘I think we could all use a cup of tea. I’ll help’

‘That’s not…’

‘No, it’s okay.’ Dionysus looked over at George, who went quiet, turned around and walked to the kitchen. Mary raised her eyebrows and shot Dionysus a look. ‘Don’t give him a heart attack.’

‘Of course not.’ Dionysus walked after George, so that I was left alone with Mary and Ernest.

She turned back to me. ‘Come, you can sit down.’ I stayed where I was.

‘He… he is so small.’

‘Yes. It’s okay, Nico.’ My heart rate increased. I didn’t want to hurt the baby, but I did not want to upset Mary either.

Slowly, I walked over to the couch and sat down. Mary pushed the blue, fluffy blanket aside a little. ‘Look.’

I looked at the small bundle in her arms. The baby was wearing a jumper and a small hat. He looked adorable, but all I could think to say was: ‘Why… why is the hat pink? Not that it matters, but...’

‘We didn’t really think about it when we bought it,’ she said, with a small shrug. ‘After he was born, we did think that it was a little unconventional. But as you said, it does not reallt matter. It is just a hat!’ I slowly nodded.

‘I mean, it fits, pink is Aphrodites’ holy colour.’

She chuckled. ‘Yes, it is.’

Ernest’ little eyes were open. They turned to me for a second. ‘He sees, but he doesn’t really see me, right?’

‘No, he is too small for that.’

‘Ah.’ Then I need to be even more careful with him.

Dionysus and George came back with a platter of tea and biscuits. George was non-stop talking about the new baby. To me, it seemed like a miracle that Dionysus managed to look interested in what he was saying.

He put the platter onto the table. George kept talking while making all of us a cup of tea, without thinking to ask whether we wanted sugar or milk. We just got it. I didn’t mind, though, I kind of liked tea with milk.

When he was done with his story and with his tea, George sat down next on the other side of Mary. Dionysus sat down in an armchair slightly further away.

For a moment, we all just looked at the baby. ‘He’s beautiful, right?’ George asked. An even bigger smile grew on Mary’s face, while she looked at her boyfriend for a second.

‘They always are,’ Dionysus commented. I only nodded, still a little fearful.

Mary looked up at me again. ‘Do you want to hold him?’

‘What?’ I swiftly shook my head.

‘It’s okay, Nico. I am here, and Dio is too...’

I looked at my hands. I mean, I did want to hold the baby, but…

Ernest gave a little cry. George jumped up. ‘I’ll go see what’s wrong,’ he said, sounding slightly panicked. He carefully took Ernest from his mother, before walking to the next room. Mary gave Dionysus an angry look. He was playing innocent.

She sighed. ‘Nico, it really is okay,’ she reassured me.

‘What if I hurt him? I don’t want to hurt him. He’s so small.’

Dionysus scraped his throat. ‘Nico, why do you think you’ll hurt Ernest?’

‘Sometimes I feel like I’ll lose control.’

‘Have you ever lost control the past few months?’

‘No. Not since the monster attack on Denny’s.’

‘So why would you lose control now?’

I shrugged. ‘Logically, I know that the chance is basically zero. Yet, that does not make the fear go away.’ Dionysus was quiet for a moment. Mary laid a hand on my shoulder.

‘Do you want to hold him? As in, just want it, if you don’t think about your fears for a second?’

‘Yes.’

‘Then you can just come back when you feel better about it. That’s okay, I know you, after all.’

I looked at the couch. ‘I really like the baby, it is not that.’

Mary smiled, as if it truly did not matter. ‘Do you want to see him again, though? Otherwise, you can just leave now, before George comes back.’

I shook my head. ‘I want to see him again.’ I looked at Dionysus, who gave me a single nod.

A few minutes later, George came back with Ernest. ‘He has been cleaned up.’ He gave the baby back to Mary. I looked at Ernest. For a moment, I could imagine that he was looking back.

We sat and talked for a few minutes, but I did not really listen. After a while, I took a deep breath. ‘Eh… can I still hold him?’

Mary gave me a surprised look. ‘Of course.’ Slowly, she handed me Ernest, until I was holding him on my own. He looked sleepy, with his little blanket and his little hat. He was warm, tiny and his small eyes were looking, or trying to look. I cradled him slightly closer and smiled.

‘He’s so soft.’

George sighed. ‘Yes.’

‘I think that is mostly the blanket,’ Mary commented. George shook his head in the background. Mary turned around. I laughed.

The baby gave a small cry when my arms shook. With a start, I looked back at him. Oh, he was already calm. Was he already calm?

‘Shall I take him back?’ Mary asked.

‘Yes,’ I said, a little freaked out. With utmost care I gave Ernest back to his mother.

After that, I picked up my tea and took a sip. George decided it was time to begin another story, but now I was happy to listen to it.

After half an hour, Ernest had fallen asleep. Mary looked tired.

‘I think it might be time to leave,’ Dionysus commented. I nodded, and so did Mary. George got up and showed us out.

After he closed the door, Dionysus put his hand on the wall next to it. He whispered a few words in Ancient Greek. When he was done, he beckoned me down the stairway. ‘I had to bless them,’ he explained, ‘Mary should have a healthy, happy baby and Ernest should have a happy, healthy mother.’ I completely agreed.

‘Nico?’

‘Yes?’

‘What made you suddenly think that you could hold Ernest?’

I shrugged. ‘I don’t know. But I did it.’

‘Are you glad you did it?’

‘Yes. I am very happy I did it. On one hand because I liked Ernest, but on the other hand because it feels like I am closer to defeating that fear. I really did not hurt him. So next time, I probably won’t either.’ I sighed. ‘Thanks for coming along.’

‘Hey, I wanted to see the kid too.’ He looked at me with a small smile.

‘Ah.’

He sighed deeply. ‘Don’t listen to me, Nico. I think you did very well.’

A/N: Hand-shaking,,,,, it feels like a century ago that that was considered polite,,,,

Btw why is there no celebratory food for when a baby is born in the USA? In the Netherlands, you get ‘beschuit met muisjes’ when you visit a new baby. It is a sailors biscuit, but with butter and little anise dots (the muisjes), usually blue for a boy and pink for a girl, although there has been a new trend of gender neutral ‘muisjes,’ which are red for example. When a royal baby is born, for a small period of time the stores will sell orange anise dots.

This is the end of the (Admittedly rather short) Parent arc! Of course there will be way more content with Hades and/or Persephone, but I think that falls under the new arc that will begin after a bonus chapter....

#Nico di Angelo #Dionysus #pjo #trials of apollo #percy jackson #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #writeblr #pjo fanfiction #percy jackson fanfiction #percy jackson and the olympians #Percy jackson and the olympians fanfiction #hurt/comfort #therapy #baby #writer #write

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cancerousjojian · 6 years ago

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peter parker college!au

part 4 ; biology tutor

summary: you’ve somehow landed a study date with none other than peter parker. you just hope he doesn’t find out you’re only doing it because you have a massive crush on him and aren’t even in biology.

pairing: collegestudent!peter parker x reader

a/n: i missed this series so i decided to bring it back! i’m not even going to bother tagging btw because its been so long. i hope you enjoy anyway.

[the series masterlist]

Peter Parker can barely sleep that night.

He’s far too busy thinking about the cute girl from down the hall who wants him to tutor her. He thinks of every moment he’s seen you, and he remembers them all. Your first meeting was quite awkward, and admittedly so was the second one. He doesn’t know what, but there was something about you that made him feel like he was back home in Queens, a feeling he could get used to.

Of course he tells Ned all about it when he returns. Ned thinks his best friend might be developing a major crush on you, and he’s correct. He notices that the smile never leaves his face as he talk about how smart you were, to which Ned replies, “You’ve never even had a class with her, how do you know that?” “I don’t need to know, dude, I can just tell.” Ned nudges him with him his elbow with a smirk on his face. He knew this crush would likely not go away any time soon.

He reviews his biology notes all throughout his morning European history lecture, not even bothering to pay attention. Peter wants to make sure he has everything together for your tutoring session. And when he returns to his dorm at the end of the day, he’s nervous to say the least. He sees you in passing in the hallway, and you flash him a smile that nearly stops his heart.

“Hey, Peter! Study sesh still on for tonight?” You ask, fumbling for your key to your dorm.

“Yeah, definitely!” He says back to you. He was going to go to the movie night in the dorm lounge, but he wouldn’t cancel on you for anything. This was his chance. Maybe, just maybe, he would ‘make a move’, as Ned urged him to the night before.

You’re struggling to get ready that night. Julie cooes at you as you check your appearance in the mirror once more. She’s going through your side of the closet, picking and choosing possible outfits. “Ooh, wear this!” She holds up a hanger with a red, floral patterned dress to her own body and catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

You’re still doing light touch-ups to your makeup and you look at her in the mirror. “Julie, it’s a tutoring session, not a backyard barbecue.” Her smile fades, but not before a chuckle escapes her lips. She sighs then, placing the dress back and flopping down on her bed.

“I ship you and Peter so hard.”

“As you’ve said.” You comment. Your roommates comments about your crush were all but endearing, and you were glad you had someone to root for you like she did.

You realize it’s 5 o’clock, Peter would be expecting you now. You reach over and grab your favorite destressed denim jacket off the hanger and slip in on, giving Julie a twil in your outfit. Julie sits up to look at you and a smile emerges. “You look great.”

You silently thank her and she helps you collect your bookbag and textbooks. “Now go get your man! I expect a three-page double-spaced report on what happened when you get back!”

You just roll your eyes playfully at her, waving a final goodbye as you slip out of your room.

Peter is in the middle of color-coordinating his notes (which is surprisingly difficult, mind you, especially when he and Ned wasted ten minutes arguing over the difference between blue-green and turquoise), when you knock on the door.

He feels his stomach do a small flip, and Ned is getting up to answer you. He smiles widely as soon as he does. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey, Ned.” You return his smile even though you’re a little thrown off at him answering the door instead of Peter. “W-where’s Peter?”

“Oh, he’s in here. I was just heading to the library,” he slips past you and before you know it, he’s halfway down the hall calling out a goodbye to you and Peter.

When you timidly enter the threshold of his dorm, he’s sitting on his perfectly-made bed, notes spread out across it. You immediately take in the decor of his room– a Star Wars poster hangs above his bed, and the room is overall surprisingly clean and organized for two teenage boys.

But Peter doesn’t even notice you observing his whole room. He’s too busy taking this whole situation in. You somehow even look more alluring than he remembers and– was that a new jacket?

He really can’t get enough of you.

The words come out before he can stop them. “You… you look nice.” He offers you a sheepish smile.

You feel like you might explode, your cheek surely reddening at his compliment. “Thanks, Peter. So do you.”

You smile instictually at the boy and he clears out a space for you to sit across from him on his bed. Your heart starts beating rapidly for some reason, and you couldn’t stop it even if you tried.

You’re both sitting in silence for a moment, kind of just staring at each other. Neither of you really knew where to go from here. Not to mention, you still haven’t really decided if you would at least try and tell him how you felt. But judging by your complete silence, Peter wouldn’t know your feelings. At least not today, he wouldn’t.

“So,” he awkwardly clears his throat. “Where should we start?”

“Um, I guess what I don’t really understand is the whole ecology aspect?” You say, and can’t think of how absurd you feel. You weren’t even in a biology course, you just wanted to spend some time with Peter. Luckily, Julie was and you remember her telling you about how boring the ecology lecture was.

Peter shuffles through his notes to find the ones from that lecture, and your eyes are still scaning the walls. He’s explaining ecosystems to you, but you’re not reallt listening. It’s then that you see it– a framed picture of Peter and Tony Stark sitting on his desk. You audibly gasp.

“Oh my God, is that you and Tony Stark?” You point at the picture. Peter turns to see what you’re looking at.

“Oh, yeah. I had an internship at Stark Industries in high school.” He smiles, getting up to grab it and hand it to you to get a better look. You’re visibly impressed, and Peter can tell.

“That is so cool,” you’re still staring at the photo in awe, and Peter blushes. He can’t believe this is happening to him. “Not to sound, like, I don’t know, weird but I love Tony Stark. All of the Avengers actually.”

Somehow, his heart starts racing even faster than before. “Y-yeah, me too. Iron Man is defintely my favorite, though. Thor is cool too.”

You look up at him only for a second to smile. “Spider-Man is definitely my favorite.”

Peter feels like he might pass out.

“I’ve heard he’s a cool guy.”

“I bet,” you hand the photo back to him and he puts it back in its rightful place on his desk.

You can’t even focus on biology anymore, you’re too busy wondering what else Peter had done aside from his Stark internship. And you thought he was out of your league then, he was almost unattainable at this point.

Wait until Julie hears this.

You and Peter spend the rest of the night talking about anything but biology. You’re laughing at all of his jokes, which makes you all the more attractive to him. You listen to him tell stories from back home, and you find out that you have much more in common than you thought.

You both realize it was almost 10 o’clock when Ned returns from the library, several books in hand. Peter’s heart sinks when he realizes you’re collecting your things, on your way out. He opens the door for you, and you’re both standing in the hallway facing each other.

“Thanks for the help again, Peter,” you say, placing a hand on his arm. “It really means a lot. I actually had fun learning about ecosystems.”

He smiles nervously. “Of course. I had fun too.”

A moment of silence passes again and you start to notice how many awkward silences you’ve already shared together when Peter clears his throat. “Hey, um, I was actually planning on going to this film marathon thing that the science department is sponsoring next week, and… would you want to come with? There might be some professors there who can give you extra help with all this stuff if you still needed it, too.” His hands are clasped and they feel clamy. He’s anticipating your response.

You answer without even thinking twice. “Yeah, definitely. That should be fun.”

He’s beaming now. “Great!”

“Great.”

“Awesome.”

“Fantastic.”

You both start laughing, and you realize you’re both talking to avoid yet another awkward silence when your phone vibrates in your hand. You glance at it to see a text from Julie; What happened?! Why are you laughing?? Another follows a moment after; I’m waitingggg. No pressure.

“Is that your roommate? Julie?” Peter says when he notices you reading from your phone.

“Yeah, I oughta get back.” You shove your phone into your pocket and start walking back to your dorm. “Later, Parker.”

“Night, Y/L/N.” A grin.

“Tell Mr. Stark I said hello!” You’re touching the handle to your dorm door before the conversation is even over.

“Will do!” He calls back, and you both slip into your respective doors.

Yup. Peter Parker was definitely falling for you.

#last time didnt work so lets try again #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker x reader #tom holland imagine

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urdnotcadash · 6 years ago

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Dragon Age Questions

i was tagged by @nordxz thank you so much!

&& IF YOU SEE THIS AND WANT TO DO IT, I’VE OFFICIALLY TAGGED YOU

i think this is a lot of rambling but i hopeit makes sense. feel free to ask if you have any questions about my ocs.

01) Favourite game of the series?

That’s a really tough question, honestly, because i love them all for separate reasons. I play Inquisition the most, but i love origin and 2′s story... so tough question.

02) How did you discover Dragon Age?

I played Skyrim for like 2 years (whenever i felt like playing) & finally got too bored to play. so i searched through my brother's games and found Inquisition. it took a while for me to finish it (bc i played on his console too). thennn i played the games backward. Inquisition, 2, and Origins.

03) How many times you’ve played the games?

I’ve played through completely 2- 5 times each. but I’ve started countless games each in every game and just didn’t finish them

04) Favourite race to play as?

Dwarf! Especially in Inquisition.

05) Favourite class?

Rogue! Wielding a bow is my go to.

06) Do you play through the games differently or do you make the same decisions each time?

Honestly, it depends! Likeee mage play through= mage rights, but any other class just depends on how i want to play or the background i gave the character. i’ve yet to side with the templars in Dragon Age 2 though. lol.

07) Go-to adventuring group?

Again, it depends. but i almost always have Alistair in origins, Varric in 2. my go tos are:

dao: Alistair, Wynne, Zevran/ Leliana

da2: Varric, Bethany/ Anders and/or Carver/Aveline, Isabela

dai: Cassandra, Dorian, Iron Bull

08) Which of your characters did you put the most thought into?

i’ve done a lot of work on all of them. I’d say Roxy & Gavin Hawke(&Aidan Amell and Odette Surana bc their stories are related) and August Trevelyan. i don’t write a lot about any of my ocs but i’ve made full timelines and family members for all of them. i still intend to put bios out, but the only one i have finished right now is Stella. I’ll try and start those while im at my moms. c:

09) Favourite romance?

i really appreciate all of them, but i have a few favorites.

Zevran, Isabela, Iron Bull- which i know they have one thing in common and it’s being known for being extremely sexualized. maybe im a sucker for falling hard and being able to open up to someone. but i really adore their stories and i just want to hug them, ok.

10) Have you read any of the comics/books?

I have the books and haven’t read them, yet. it’s on my long list!

11) If you read them, which was your favourite book?

I’m really looking forward to The Masked Empire tbh.

12) Favourite DLCs?

The Descent, defiitely! but i haven’t played through them all yet, just all of dai and some of daos.

13) Things that annoy you.

Representation, probably. yes they have lgbt people but i personally haven’t been able to connect to any of them EXCEPT Lace Harding & she’s not even a full romance! lol.

theres nothing else that comes to mind or i feel comfortable talking about.

14) Orlais or Ferelden?

Ferelden.

15) Templars or mages?

Mages.

16) If you have multiple characters, are they in different/parallel universes or in the same one?

They’re really all interchangeable. i need to make a few more characters if i want complete timelines though. for example:

Odette Surana & Aidan Amell, Gavin & Roxy Hawke, Augustine Trevelyan/Sunshine Cadash/ Austa Adaar can make one timeline. Except Odette couldn’t survive without Aidan whereas Aidan wouldn’t be the same without Odette.

& Stella Tabris, Roxy & Gavin, Sunshine/ August/ Austa could also work.

hell i’ve even thought about combining them all somehow lol.

17) What did you name your pets? (mabari, summoned animals, mounts, etc)

(all mabari unless specified otherwise)

Stella Tabris: Goose & Cricket(found after Blight)

Odette: Ser Barksy Aidan: Barkspawn

Roxy: Sweetums Gavin: Mighty

August: Yellow (named by Clem), Flower (a cat also named by Clem), horse: Pretty Boy

Sunshine: Rose (might be renamed tho) and her Battle Nug: Nugget

Austa: Precious (Josie’s mabari),

18) Have you installed any mods?

Two for Origins, one to skip the fade in the circle and another for an all romance mod- i think.

19) Did your Warden want to become a Grey Warden?

Aidan did far more than Odette, Aidan wanted out of the circle. Odette wanted to take Irving’s place- she wanted to make the circle better.

Stella wanted the hell away from the life her dad imagined for her, she was scared but excited. She didn’t like how it happened, nor the responsibility that was placed on her shoulders.. but she knew she just wanted MORE.

20) Hawke’s personality?

Roxy: Purple Gavin: Blue

The twins really help one another, yes they can survive without the other but they wouldn’t be the same. Roxy keeps Gavn from being so serious and Gavin reminds her to me more... sensitive.. even if it doesn’t always work.

21) Did you make matching armor for your companions in Inquisition?

lmaoo noo, im so lazy about armor. as long as they look good i don’t reallt care.

22) If your character(s) could go back in time to change one thing, what would they change?

August, would have done more for her daughter’s father.. she would have been on watch the night he was taken. Losing her best friend was very hard for her.

Sunshine, once upon a time, wished to leave when her sister did... but after the Inquisition, she was thankful for it. For the people, she’s met, and the skills she developed during that time.

23) Do you have any headcanons about your character(s) that go against canon?

Sort of? i have them work around the canon...sorta.

Odette only survives because of Aidan (two heros isn’t canon so), because if Aidan didn’t exist she wouldn’t have even told Alistair about the dark ritual and wouldn’t have let him go to the final battle. Thus sacrificing herself.

Roxy and Gavin: Twin Hawke AU where all the siblings survive. Roxy and Gavin fight the Ogre, saving one of the twins. Carver becomes a Warden and Bethany joins the circle.

Austa’s parent’s escaped the Qun, but they escape with two of their own biological children Oz and Austa. & Valo Kas actually started from the remains of an old Tal Vashoth community and have since built to a large merc company her brother and father run.

&August had her daughter Clementine at her childhood home and left her there to be raised- bc her parent’s used her status to have that privilege.

The Cadash Carta works a little differently. Instead of one person at the head: it’s a council, like orzammar, and several families run their expanded carta family. The children can inherit their parent’s position in the council unless they don’t have kids or are voted off. So since Sunshine’s father is part of the council meaning her younger brother, Wesley, is being trained for their father’s position. Zelde (oldest sister ), left before she could even be considered and Sunshine was trained to be an assassin from a young age.. so she also wasn’t being considered.

so i guess they all do... oops.

24) Are any of your character(s) based on someone?

not really. probably should bc they all look really similar imo. I do have different oc aesthetic boards that give you an idea though!

25) Who did you leave in the Fade?

im a weak bitch who decides they all somehow get out......... but Stroud. poor guy.

26) Favourite mount?

the war nug! <3 i love them.

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