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Pairing: Dark!Witch Wanda X Fem Reader

MINORS DO NOT MUST INTERACT

WARNINGS: Threats and fights

Summary: After fighting with her former allies and friends, Wanda enters a new universe and makes a discovery that awakens something unknown in her.

Read here: Prologue

ENVY

The sky over Kamar-Taj was dyed red, as if reality itself were bleeding. Wild winds howled through the mountains, carried by the chaotic energy emanating from the floating figure at the center of the courtyard.

Wanda Maximoff.

The Scarlet Witch.

Her eyes burned red as she extended her hands, tracing complex runes in the air. Every motion pulsed with chaotic power, shaping the veil of the multiverse to open a portal. The air trembled around her, and even the most experienced sorcerers of Kamar-Taj stepped back, their spells powerless against her.

Her eyes glowed fiercely, a deep red pulsing like an enraged heartbeat. The runes she carved into the air were intricate, vibrant, and the very ground quaked under the force of her magic. The protective spells of Kamar-Taj unraveled like paper set aflame by an unstoppable force.

Stephen Strange hovered a few meters away, the Cloak of Levitation billowing in the wind. He faced Wanda with a mixture of determination and apprehension, the glowing circles of his magic mirroring the chaos around them. Wong stood beside him, resolute, while America Chavez lingered further back, fists clenched, tension visible in her stance.

“Wanda, this has to stop now!” Strange commanded, his voice cutting through the turmoil like a blade.

Wanda raised her gaze, a cold smile curling her lips. “Stop?” Her voice was soft, almost gentle, but carried an implicit threat. “You don’t understand, Stephen. You can’t understand. I’ve lost everything. You still have your world, your principles... and your arrogance.”

“You’re destroying everything around you!” Strange shot back, forming glowing orange circles with his hands. “The Darkhold has already corrupted a part of you. Don’t let it take the rest!”

She laughed—not with amusement, but with disdain. “Corrupt me? Stephen, I’m beyond corruption. You want to talk about loss? About sacrifice? Don’t insult me by pretending you understand.”

“I understand more than you think,” Stephen retorted, his expression hardening. “But what you’re doing here? This isn’t grief, Wanda. It’s destruction. And it won’t bring anything back.”

Wanda’s laugh echoed through the courtyard, cold and hollow, like the sound of shattering glass. “What do you know about grief, Strange? About love? Do you think pain broke me? No. Pain shaped me. And I’ll use it to fix what was stolen from me.”

“Fix?” Stephen narrowed his eyes. “You’re about to destroy countless lives. You’ve seen what the Darkhold has done to you, Wanda. You’re not fighting for love—you’re being consumed by chaos.”

Wanda’s eyes narrowed, her rage burning brighter. “I don’t need moral lectures from a man who treats the fabric of reality like his personal toy.”

Before Stephen could react, Wanda unleashed a wave of energy that hit him like a hurricane, throwing him backward. Wong and America rushed to help him, but before they could intervene, a blue flash lit up the sky.

“Wanda!” Carol Danvers’ commanding voice echoed as she descended from the heavens, her body encased in cosmic energy. Beside her, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, and Bruce Banner advanced—a united force against the Scarlet Witch.

Carol hovered in front of Wanda, her eyes glowing. “Enough. We’re not letting you go any further.”

Wanda floated above the ground like a goddess on a celestial throne, a shroud of scarlet energy enveloping her with unsettling majesty. Her predatory smile was a clear warning that she saw the heroes before her not as threats, but as obstacles to be eliminated.

“Danvers,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm and disdain. “Am I supposed to feel intimidated? Or should I thank you for bringing such a sizable audience to witness my ascension?”

Carol’s eyes narrowed, standing firm despite the crushing weight of Wanda’s energy. “This isn’t ascension. It’s destruction. And you know it.”

Wanda tilted her head, as if assessing a disobedient child. “Destruction for you, perhaps. But for me? For them? It’s justice. I told you, Carol—you barely comprehend what I’m doing.”

Natasha stepped forward, weapons at the ready but not yet firing. “Wanda, this won’t bring you peace. You’re crossing a line you can’t come back from.”

Wanda chuckled, the sound as cold as breaking glass. “Peace? Natasha, peace is a luxury for those who have everything. When you lose even hope, what remains is power. And power doesn’t demand peace—it demands purpose.”

Sam raised his shield, his voice steady. “We’re not letting you do this, Wanda. No matter how right you think you are, this isn’t how you fix the past.”

Wanda descended gracefully, every step radiating absolute control. “Fix?” She smirked, the red glow in her eyes intensifying. “You think this is about fixing the past? No, Sam. This is about shaping the future. My future.”

Raising her hands slowly, like conducting an unseen symphony, Wanda made the air around her vibrate with scarlet energy, rippling like a storm ready to erupt. “You insist on standing in my way as if you could stop me.”

Carol’s hands ignited with cosmic energy. “We can try.”

Wanda arched a brow, her smile growing more arrogant. “Oh, dear…” With a step forward, the ground cracked beneath her feet as her magic pulsed in crushing waves. “You’re here because I allow it. All of you are alive because I haven’t bothered to decide otherwise.”

Bruce stepped forward, partially transformed into the Hulk. “You’re underestimating us.”

Wanda sighed dramatically, as if bored. “Underestimating? No. I simply recognize that the power you all possess together isn’t even a fraction of what I hold alone. I think you should too.”

With a sharp motion, Wanda unleashed a wave of energy, scattering everyone like leaves in a hurricane. As they struggled to rise, she walked slowly toward Carol, her eyes locked on Captain Marvel’s.

“You’re good,” Wanda said, her voice low and menacing. “But to me, you’re nothing more than dust in the wind.”

The first strike was devastating. Carol hit Wanda with a burst of energy, but the Scarlet Witch countered with a magical shield that shattered into glowing red shards.

Sam and Hulk charged in, trying to flank her. Wanda responded with icy precision, creating illusions to disorient Sam while ensnaring Hulk in magical chains that tightened like steel.

“You’re wasting your time!” Wanda shouted, her voice echoing through the courtyard. “I didn’t come to play. I came to win.”

Stephen re-entered the fray, casting intricate spells that wove together like nets aimed at Wanda. She dodged with fluid movements, each gesture a testament to her mastery.

“You’ll never get what you want, Wanda!” Stephen yelled.

She stopped, her eyes blazing. “And who’s going to stop me? You?”

As the Avengers and Stephen struggled to hold her off, Wanda finally gathered enough energy to activate the spell. A massive circle of glowing runes appeared in the sky, spinning slowly as the veil of the multiverse began to tear.

America Chavez’s eyes widened, sensing the shift in reality. “This is bad!”

“No… this is perfect,” Wanda replied, before releasing a wave of energy that threw everyone back, erecting a magical barrier around her.

Stephen yelled, fighting to break through the barrier. “If you step through that portal, Wanda, there’s no coming back!”

She looked at him one last time, determination burning in her eyes. “I don’t need to come back, Strange. I need to go where they are.”

With a final motion, the portal fully opened, its distorted light flooding the courtyard. Wanda stepped forward, her silhouette dissolving into the glow as the barrier collapsed.

“WANDA!” Stephen shouted, but it was too late.

She disappeared into the portal.

[...]

Wanda emerged from the portal in silence, her feet touching the soft ground of a peaceful landscape. The sound of children's laughter caught her attention immediately, like a beacon amid the chaos that always surrounded her. Tommy and Billy.

She followed the sound with hesitant steps, almost afraid of what she might find. But when she saw her sons running through the garden of a simple house, playing among the flowers and laughter, her heart nearly stopped. They were there. Real. Alive.

Without thinking, Wanda began walking toward them, tears streaming freely down her face. "Tommy... Billy..." she whispered, her voice breaking. Her desire to hold them, to feel their arms around her, was so strong she almost forgot everything around her.

But then, she stopped.

You were there.

You were crouched on the lawn, laughing as Billy tried to reach you with a flower he had picked. Your smile was wide, warm, and Wanda felt her chest tighten at the way Tommy held your hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Who is she? The question exploded in Wanda's mind. A sudden rage coursed through her, burning like fire in her veins. You looked so... comfortable, so at ease. As if you were their mother. As if they were your children.

For a moment, Wanda took a step forward, her fists clenched as faint red energy began to pulse around her. But then, something unexpected happened. Her eyes fell on your belly.

Round. Full of life. You were pregnant.

Wanda froze, unable to look away. Her breath caught in her throat. Pregnant? By whom? How? It was such an unexpected sight that her rage momentarily dissolved, replaced by overwhelming curiosity.

And then, Wanda saw something that made the world around her come to a halt.

The door of the house opened, and she stepped out.

It was like looking into a mirror, but the reflection seemed... wrong. Or perhaps too right. This Wanda was different. Her posture was relaxed, her face glowing with a serenity the Scarlet Witch hadn’t felt in a long time. There were no Darkhold markings on her fingers, no shadows of loss in her eyes.

She seemed whole.

The Scarlet Witch felt a pang of envy so strong it nearly made her stagger. This was the life she should have had. But the next scene left her even more confused.

The other Wanda walked straight to you, a wide smile on her lips. You stood, laughing at something Tommy had said, and immediately leaned in to kiss her.

The kiss was deep, passionate, yet filled with tenderness. The other Wanda's hands held your face with a familiarity that made the Scarlet Witch’s heart race uncontrollably.

She, herself, was with you.

Wanda’s eyes widened, and for a moment, she forgot everything—even the boys. She had never imagined herself with a woman. There had always been Vision, his love like a rock for her. But he wasn’t here. You were.

And what was even more disturbing was the way it made her feel.

She tried to understand what was happening. Why was her heart racing? Why couldn’t she take her eyes off you? The way you smiled at the other Wanda, how your hands slid so naturally around her waist, how your belly pressed against the other Wanda’s body... It was all so intimate, so warm.

And then came the desire.

It was sudden, unexpected, and it struck Wanda like a storm. She had never looked at another woman like this before, but there was something about you—your presence, your confidence, the way you seemed to carry the world yet still be so full of light—that unsettled her.

The kiss ended, but you didn’t fully pull away. Your hand moved to the back of the other Wanda’s neck, gently stroking it as you murmured something Wanda couldn’t hear. But the other Wanda’s smile, the way she leaned in to rest her forehead against yours, said it all.

You were in love.

And it left Wanda with even more questions. Where was Vision? How had you come into her life? And, most importantly, why did the Scarlet Witch want this as much as she wanted the boys?

As the scene played out before her, Wanda couldn’t decide what was stronger: the envy or the desire.

Maybe it was both.

The afternoon was serene, with the sound of leaves rustling in the breeze blending with the laughter of Tommy and Billy. The other Wanda sat on the grass with you while the boys ran around, tossing a ball back and forth. Your visibly large belly rested partially on the other Wanda’s lap, as she absentmindedly caressed it.

The Scarlet Witch, hidden behind a nearby tree, watched with clenched fists, struggling to process the scene. She couldn’t tear her eyes away.

“Hey, Mamma, what does Seline mean?” Billy suddenly asked, stopping his game to sit beside you. He looked genuinely curious, gazing at your belly as if he could see his sister through it.

The other Wanda smiled, pulling Tommy and Billy closer before answering. “Seline means ‘magical moon,’” she explained, her voice soft and full of affection. “When you two were babies, I used to say you were like the sun and the stars of my life. But when I thought of her... I wanted something calm and protective. Something that lights up the night.”

“So she’s like... our guardian?” Tommy asked, his eyes sparkling with the thought.

“Exactly,” you replied, laughing as you ruffled his hair. “Seline will be the little sister who’s always there for you, just as you’ll be there for her. You’ll be the most amazing brothers in the world.”

Wanda, still hidden, felt a pang in her chest. They even had a special meaning for her name. The way that Wanda spoke—so light, so natural—made it seem like nothing in the world could disrupt them. She had never thought of something so poetic, so thoughtful.

As she watched, jealousy burned hotter inside her, suffocating and unrelenting. Why were they so happy? Why was this version of herself so complete, so loved?

“She’ll like us, right?” Billy asked, tilting his head toward you, uncertainty shining in his eyes.

“She already loves you,” you answered, chuckling softly. “Every time she kicks, it’s like she’s saying, ‘I can’t wait to meet my brothers!’”

“And she kicks a lot,” the other Wanda added, smiling as she ran her hand over the side of your belly. “Especially when you sing to her.”

“That’s because I’m a good singer,” Billy declared with a tone of confidence that made everyone laugh.

“You’re a good singer... sometimes,” Tommy countered, laughing as he gave his brother a playful shove.

“Hey, no fighting,” the other Wanda said, her voice firm yet tender. She glanced at you, her tone softening. “Seline is lucky to have these two, don’t you think?”

You nodded, placing your hand over hers. “She’s lucky to have you.”

Wanda, hidden away, felt the breath leave her lungs. Watching you say that to herself in another universe made her stomach twist.

The other Wanda leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You closed your eyes, smiling, and whispered something Wanda couldn’t hear. But the effect was devastating: the other Wanda laughed, a sound so full of joy it seemed to make the world glow around her.

The Scarlet Witch clenched her fists until her nails dug into her palms. She had never felt like this before. It wasn’t just jealousy. It was something deeper. It was the crushing realization that she was out of place, watching something that should have been hers.

Tommy and Billy are hers. Seline is hers. You are hers!

“And when Seline is born, will we be able to play with her?” Tommy asked, breaking the moment.

“Not right away,” you replied with a smile. “She’ll be small and fragile at first. But soon, she’ll grow, and she’ll love playing with you. Just promise me one thing.”

“Anything,” Billy said seriously.

“Promise me you’ll always protect her.”

The two boys nodded immediately, their faces full of determination. “We promise,” they said in unison.

The other Wanda smiled, looking at you with eyes filled with something the Scarlet Witch recognized instantly: love. “And I’ll protect all of you,” she said softly.

“Like a superhero?” Tommy asked, laughing.

“Something like that,” the other Wanda replied, winking at him.

As the family laughed and talked, Wanda remained in the shadows, frozen. Every word, every gesture, every smile was like a blade cutting deep. They were perfect together.

And you...

You were everything she never realized she needed.

Your belly, full of life; your laughter, so full of light; the way your eyes sparkled when you looked at the other Wanda. Everything about you pulled her in, drew her closer, even as it tore her apart.

You should be with her. You should be hers.

[...]

The night was silent, but not for Wanda. She walked through the dark hallway of the house, guided by a deep and painful instinct. She stopped in front of the boys' room and, with a gentle gesture, opened the door just enough to peek inside.

There they were, Tommy and Billy, sleeping deeply, their serene faces illuminated only by the soft light of the lamp. They looked so at peace that Wanda's heart tightened.

She entered the room quietly, her breath heavy with emotion. She knelt beside their beds, first Billy's, then Tommy's, and placed a gentle kiss on their foreheads. "My boys..." she whispered, her voice breaking as tears ran down her face.

As she stood up, she tried to contain her sobs, but couldn't help it. She quickly wiped her tears, hearing voices from the room next door.

The voices were familiar. Her own voice mixed with hers. The soft laughter and calm words made Wanda bite her lip, hesitant. She shouldn't, but she couldn't resist. Curiosity was a poison, and she was already intoxicated.

She approached the room and, carefully, opened the door just enough to see the two of you.

You were lying on the bed, your back supported by pillows. The other Wanda was sitting at the foot of the bed, her legs in your lap. Her hands were gently sliding over your feet, massaging with a touch that seemed to have years of practice.

"You didn't have to do this, you know," you said, your tone full of affection and a slight touch of teasing.

"You're carrying our daughter, Y/n," the other Wanda replied, a smile playing at her lips. "When it was my turn, you did so much more. The least I can do is make sure you feel good."

You laughed, a sound that made Wanda hold her breath behind the door.

"I know this is just an excuse for you to touch me," you teased, raising an eyebrow.

"Maybe it is," admitted the other Wanda, a mischievous smile forming as she continued the massage.

"And what do you want in exchange for all this kindness, Ms. Maximoff?" you asked, your voice low and playful.

The other Wanda let out a soft laugh and looked at you with eyes full of tenderness. "I just want you to rest and let me take care of you. Nothing more."

Outside, the Sorceress watched, unable to look away. The scene seemed so simple, so ordinary, but to her, it was extraordinary.

She had never experienced this before.

The way you looked at the other Wanda, with so much love and trust. The care in every gesture she made, the security in every word. It all seemed so natural, so easy.

Wanda felt the tears threatening to fall again, but this time it was a different kind of emotion. Envy and longing. The desire to touch you, to make you laugh like that. The desire to be the one who made you feel so at ease, so loved.

"What are you thinking now?" you asked, interrupting the other Wanda's thoughts.

The other Wanda paused for a moment, her fingers still holding your feet. Then, with a soft smile, she replied, "I'm thinking about how much I love you. And how I can't wait to meet our daughter."

You fell silent, your eyes filling with tears as you reached out to touch her face.

"I love you too, Wanda. So much," you said, your voice low and full of emotion.

The other Wanda leaned in, kissing your belly softly before whispering, "And I love you too, Seline."

Outside, Wanda felt something inside her both break and rebuild at the same time. She wanted this. Her insides screamed with the need to have it all for herself, and she would do anything to have it.

The night was silent when Wanda left the room, leaving you asleep with a serene expression. She descended the stairs with light steps, but as soon as she reached the living room, a chilling cold ran down her spine.

"Finally decided to show up," a familiar, cold voice echoed from the darkness.

The copy spun quickly, her eyes glowing with surprise and tension. There she was—the Scarlet Witch, cloaked in a red energy, her eyes burning like embers.

"What are you?" the other Wanda asked, trying to maintain composure, but her tense posture betrayed her concern.

The Scarlet Witch smiled cruelly, tilting her head. "I am you. But perhaps the version you've been avoiding being."

The other Wanda took a step back, her fists clenched. "You're in the wrong place. There's nothing for you here."

"Oh, but there is," said the Witch, stepping forward, each movement filled with threat. "I came for my children."

The other Wanda paused for a moment before replying, narrowing her eyes. "My sons. My wife. My daughter. You have no right here!"

The witch laughed bitterly, her voice low and laden with pain. "And do you? How did someone like you manage to get all of this? They don't even know who you really are, do they? They don't even know half of what you can do."

The other Wanda stood firm. "They don't need to know. Because here, I'm just Wanda. I'm a mother, a wife. That's enough."

"Lie!" the Witch snarled, anger overflowing. "You can pretend to be normal, but we both know that isn't who we are. And you know what's worse? You're wasting it... on her." The Scarlet Witch's voice cracked at the mention of you.

"Why her?" the Witch asked, her voice wavering between anger and something that almost sounded like vulnerability. "What makes her so special? Why not Vision? Why not the family that was always ours?"

The other Wanda hesitated for a moment, then answered firmly.

"Because with her, I'm happy. With her, I'm not just a mother. Y/n challenges me, teases me, makes me want to beat her, break her, and win her over again and again just for a kiss. She can be fire, but she can also be the breeze in the heat when I see everything in red. She loves me for who I am, not for what I could be. She completes me in a way I never thought possible."

The Scarlet Witch felt a tightness in her chest, envy growing like an overwhelming wave. "That's absurd! Vision was perfect. He was... everything."

The other Wanda sighed, a sad smile touching her lips. "Vision was my first love. He taught me what it meant to be seen, to be loved. But with her... it's different. It's not about perfection. It's not about saving or being saved. It's about living."

She stepped forward, ignoring the look of pure jealousy that burned in the Witch's eyes.

"With her, I don't need to hide who I am. I don't need to be the Scarlet Witch. I don't need to fight the world. I just... am. And that's enough."

The words cut deep into the Scarlet Witch, like sharp knives slicing through an already open wound. What hurt her the most wasn't what the other Wanda said, but how much it made sense.

She had never felt this before. She had always been the protector, the savior, the villain. Vision loved her, but she could never just be Wanda beside him. There were always responsibilities, secrets, sacrifices.

She tried to speak, but the envy and jealousy were overwhelming, burning in her chest like fire. "You... you had everything. Vision. The boys. Why wasn't it enough?"

The other Wanda looked at her with soft eyes, but her voice was as hard as steel. "Because it wasn't real. And you know that better than anyone."

The Witch felt the blow, as if she had been punched in the stomach.

"But why her?" the Scarlet Witch screamed, her voice cracking with the intensity of her emotions. "Why not me!? I could give her all of that. I am you! I... I could be who you are for her!"

The other Wanda hesitated for a moment, her eyes assessing the figure in front of her. She could see the anger, the desperation, but also something else: a vulnerability she recognized as her own.

"You don't understand, do you?" The other Wanda sighed, shaking her head. "She doesn't love me for who I should be. She loves me for who I am. And you..." She hesitated, carefully choosing her words. "You don't know who you are anymore. Not completely."

These words were the final blow. The Scarlet Witch felt her body tremble, the anger mixing with a pain she could barely bear.

Her face softened for a moment, and she murmured, almost to herself: "I wish I knew what that was like. To be loved like that. Not for my powers. Not for who I was before. But by someone who sees everything — even the broken parts — and loves me anyway."

The other Wanda remained silent, as if considering saying something, but she knew that any word would only make things worse.

The Scarlet Witch closed her eyes, hot tears streaming down her face as she tried to contain the growing pain within her. "I just wanted... this." She looked at the other Wanda again, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of anger and desperation. "You had that, and now it's my turn!"

With a quick movement, the Scarlet Witch cast a spell that wrapped the other Wanda in chains of red energy, binding her.

"I'll be what she needs," she said, her voice cold and determined.

The other Wanda struggled, but the chains were too strong. "You don't understand," she gasped. "You can try to be like me, but you'll never be enough. She'll know. She'll feel it."

The Scarlet Witch smiled, but there was sadness in her eyes. "Don't be selfish!"

With a gesture, she opened a portal, throwing the other Wanda into a distant universe, far away from you and the boys. As the portal closed, the Scarlet Witch took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions inside her. Now, everything was in her hands.

She turned toward the hallway, where her new life awaited, but the weight of envy and jealousy still burned in her chest.

Why her? Why now? Those questions burned in her mind, a cacophony of desire and rage. She had always been the Scarlet Witch — feared, revered, invincible. But before you, it seemed she was none of those things. Before you, she was just Wanda, a broken woman yearning for something that seemed so simple, yet so impossible: to be loved.

To be loved for who she truly was, not for the legend, not for the power, not for the terror her name invoked. She wanted someone who saw the truth behind the mask, who touched the sharp fragments of her being without fear of being hurt. And you... you seemed to be that person. Your presence challenged everything she believed about herself, about love, about the world.

But with that light came a shadow darker than any magic Wanda had ever conjured. The desire to possess, to trap, to make you hers — only hers. It wasn’t fair. The universe had never been fair with her, and now, faced with the chance of something real, she refused to let it slip away.

~*~

I have a thing for a mega ultra powerful women, sorry... I think I'm guilty for this time.

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Back to Home (serie) | Masterlist |

Pairing: (variant)WandaNat x Daughter!Reader; (variant)Natasha Romanoff x (variant)Wanda Maximoff; (variant)Bishova; Natasha Romanoff x Teen!Reader; Wanda Maximoff x Teen!Reader; (variant)Morgan Stark x Female!Reader (best friend) & some surprises i think...

Summary: In another univers, in the futur you are the daughter of Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff but after a bad experience, you are projected in the wrong univers AND in the past. You have to do all you can to go back home but do you really want?

note: the reader has scarlet witch power but without the mind control, and has the black widow fight skill. in this fic a lot of characters will be grew up. oh and i'm inspired by the fifth saison of the Flash (CW) and by some @supercorpkid 's (i love her supercorp x daughter fic, you should read them if you like supercorp fic)

note(2): in this serie the event of WandaVision, NWH and MoM already happened (pretty quickly but they happened)

Chapter One : The incident

Chapter Two: Trapped

Chapter Three: Impossible

Chapter Four: Phantom from the past and the future (part.1)

Chapter Five: Discovery

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A Heart Made Of Glass ch.8

Summary: Ten years ago you left Wanda and the Avengers to heal your broken heart. You never stopped being a hero, just as you never stopped being in love with her. But life had to go on.

Now, after all that time, she is back and with her is a young woman needing help and an enemy that may not be as afraid as Wanda to lay a claim on you.

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Powered!F!Reader - Scarlet Witch x PoweredF!Reader - Past Wanda Maximoff x Vision - Powered!F!Reader x Carol Danvers

Warnings: Angst, drama, mentions of cheating, fluff, violence, smut, Switch!Reader, internalize homophobia, hurt, comfort, Wanda being a complete mess, anger management issues, jealousy, Requited/Unrequited love, idiots in love, swearing, mentions of alcohol. More tags as the story progess.

Author's Note: This story is a continuation of Dirty Little Secret I was really surprised at the response I got for the story, I did all the tags you guys ask for but if I forgot someone please do not hesitate to tell me. Thank you for the support.

I'm back!

I know it has been too long, but I hope you guys are still around. This is the new chapter, and now that i'm back we're going to continue with the story. This chapter is just...the calm before the storm, so I hope you like it. Remember to like, reblog and leave a comment if you can, I'm always up to hear your opinions and your requests either for the story or other stories.

Remember that English is not my mother tongue so I apologise for the grammar, spelling and funny mistakes.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Epilogue

Chapter 8 - Lurking in the shadows

Darkness had always been her friend.

It was in the darkness she grew in power while getting the knowledge that would keep her out of her coven’s punishment and the stupidity of humans. It was in the darkness, Agatha Harkness, had manipulated and build a world that would provide her with what she wanted; it almost slipped from her grasp due to the weakness of her most recent toy, but not anymore. Thanks to the Darkhold and her ability, she could separate the good and the bad from the young woman keeping what was real useful for her.

Agatha never lose, and this time around wouldn't be an exception.

The woman lifted her glance from the book in her hands, the light of the fire coming from the fireplace flashing brightly on the red head standing before her.

The woman looked desperate; her face couldn’t hide the pain she was experiencing after the discoveries in her previous lover’s mind. Agatha almost felt sorry for the woman, almost.

But in reality, the older woman had always desired what others obtained by mere chance. And the power of chaos magic was something Agatha deserved more than the former Avenger standing in front of her. Agatha lowered the book while putting on her usual façade of worried mentor, time and patience was something she had in spares and her plan would not be ruined this time around.

This time around Wanda Maximoff would not ruin her plans.

“She hates me.” Scarlet passed around the room, her eyes gleaming red while her fingertips sparked with the magic she was trying to contain.

“She is still hurt, but she doesn’t hate you.” Agatha stated following the other woman with her eyes, “I thought you knew that, after all, you read her thoughts last time you went there.”

Scarlet stopped her passing; she tilted her head while trying to hold onto those memories. Last time she had seen you, she almost blew her cover. The young woman glanced around her prison, the runes made of magic she and Agatha had created with the Darkhold protect her from falling into the void of the pocketed world they had created. Each one of the runes gleamed brightly, feeding itself from the hope Scarlet held in her heart to right the wrongs in her life.

The world she was in made her shiver, the hairs at the back of her neck stood up while her mind kept on sending warning alarms that she ignored. Agatha sat with her mind completely blank, her smile and the warmth in her eyes never changed, she couldn't waver in her power for even though Scarlet Witch was not complete in body and mind, she could read minds still and it would be very unfortunate if the young witch were to discover the plans Agatha had in store for her.

Not yet.

When the time was right, Agatha would enjoy the look on Wanda's face. Agatha smirked remembering how the webs she had woven around Wanda Maximoff led her wher she was at the moment.

Her lips curled and this time around it was almost impossible for her to hide her self-confident smile. Scarlet narrowed her eyes, tilting her head to the side waiting for the other woman to speak her plan. Ever since Westview, Scarlet had learnt that Agatha was a great strategist she was always one step ahead of whatever was happening around her, she was always ready with a new plan, and this was what put Scarlet out of her prison inside Wanda’s mind.

You and Wanda are two sides of the same coin, what we need to do now is for you to get control of the coin.

That was one of her arguments when they faced one another in the darkness of Wanda’s mind. Scarlet had been reluctant at first, the offer sounded tempting but the words of the woman and the lack of thoughts she could read in her mind were enough to make her doubt. Then, Agatha had shown Scarlet what she had lost, the lives she could have lived with you. The lives she could still live with you...All the time she lost because of Wanda's stupidity, never mind she was part of Wanda, Scarlet was the one that needed to be under control if she were to have the power to go after you.

Her determination only gre when she saw you again.

She reached out to you and Scarlet knew she had to recover what she had lost with you. That was all the incentive she needed it. And yet, once she was back in your mind all she could see was anger and resentment towards her, towards Wanda.

“This is taking too long.” Scarlet finally said huffing. “Every minute that goes by she slips further away from me, and the possibility to go back with her…with our children…”

Agatha rolled her eyes, before she spoke again, her words cold and biting piercing the very heart of the woman in front of her.

“Remember what happened last time you tried to rush everything, dear.” Agatha could see the tension growing in the younger woman, how her shoulders stiffened and went back while her face broke into a painful grimace. “America might be to blame, but it was you the one to deliver the deathly wound. Y/N died and you left your counterpart and her children without a wife and a mother.”

This little incident was all Agatha needed to get back in control of the situation.

If Scarlet were to find out it was Agatha the one that had planned it the way it did, she would be in trouble. But the redhead had only eyes for Y/N and the final goal that was trapping America before she could changed universes. Y/N had always been a great obstacle, an obvious threat to what Agatha wanted to do and thus she was no beyond getting Y/N out of the way.

With the version on this universe, though, she had a better plan.

If Agatha wanted to be all powerful and unstoppable, then she would need more than the universe travelling powers of the brat. She would need to hide herself from everyone that could find her out there.

“I can’t wait any longer.” Scarlet finally whispered turning around and leaving the room.

Agatha went back to her book; she knew Scarlet would do nothing to jeopardize their game. Perhaps she just needed the little incentive she would find back in the reality outside of their prison.

Too bad she wouldn’t be there to see her face once she realized Y/N was in the arms of another.

That would be quite the show.

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The message on your phone had been haunting you for more than three weeks.

Your heart jumped at the prospect of seeing Carol again, at the meaning behind her words. It was a promise she made to you the last time she was on earth, next time you would get to see the space by her side. And perhaps, find a new home far away from the memories and the hurt you still harbour in your heart.

The new message gleamed under the night sky, the wind whistled into the night while the snowflakes fell slowly into the land. You put your phone away, Natasha leaned against the rail offering a half smile knowing too well why you were feeling conflicted.

“I’ll be leaving tomorrow.” She finally said, you huffed nodding.

“I know.”

Natasha put a hand on your arm, she made sure you were looking at her before speaking again.

“Tony needs my help, and I think it is wise if I go over there and help him out.” Natasha pressed her lips together before speaking. “Wanda and America don’t know nothing about it, and I expect they don’t find about it until I’m back.”

“I’ll make sure they don’t hear anything they don’t need to, don’t worry.” You shrugged letting the darkness covered the palm of your hand, Natasha frowned but shook her head.

“You know she is already here, right?” Natasha waited until you nodded letting out a heavy sigh.

“She is with Monica, and S.W.O.R.D.” You crossed your arms glancing up into the sky. “Carol said she would be here next week, I know how important was for her to visit Monica and clear things up with her.”

The night was getting colder, but you could not care less.

At the moment you were needing this small space of tranquillity, the sound of the wind sooth the inner conflict in your heart and mind. You didn’t need to say anything for Natasha to know what was happening, what were you thinking. For more than three weeks you and Wanda had shared the house and the few moments in which America would train or go to school, you could not run away from her or her voice, or her conversation, and yet you tried really hard to pretend she was not there.

It wasn’t that difficult.

Whenever you looked at her, you couldn’t help but see Westview, to see her with Vision. To feel your heart broke all over again.

“You know forgiveness doesn’t mean you forget what she did.”

“I know.” You replied looking away from Natasha.

“And, it doesn’t mean you have to go back to her.” She continued gauging your expression, waiting for you to speak clearly.

You cleared your throat lowering your face, “I know that as well.”

“Then, why are you so afraid?”

Natasha was not waiting for an answer, she knew you well enough to know what you were going to say and what you were experiencing. She wished things were easier, that she could get you out of the dark place you were in while thinking about your emotions. But this was something you had to go through alone, for so long you had run from Wanda always making sure you tried to ignore the hurt and the confrontation without actually acknowledging what you were feeling. What your heart was still feeling for her.

Now, whether you wanted it or not, the both of you had a chance to clear things up. And perhaps, you had a chance to move on and started something new with someone else but, was that what you wanted?

“Carol is coming over to formalize what we have.” You finally confessed. “Last time…she…”

Natasha could see the conflict in your features, the way your eyes gleamed with emotion while you pursed your lips holding back the words before the come in like an uncontrolled wave. You were thinking how to voice what you were feeling, to finally confessed why Carol’s last visit had shaken you so much.

The cold grew around you, the powers resting within your soul stirred in alert darkening the lights around you. There was a wave of discomfort that went right through your very core, but you buried the emotion in your heart to go back to the conversation with Natasha. The shadows flickering around you in warning.

“She told me she loved me.” You finally let it go, Natasha could see the tension in your shoulders the way your voice waver at the word just as your eyes locked with hers. “That she was in love with me.”

The sudden confession didn’t surprised Natasha.

For her it had been quite evident the other woman had been enchanted by you the very same day she set her eyes on you. And, as the relationship developed, Natasha and could see how you opened up to the possibility of being with someone else for the very first time. There was still the fear, of course, and the scars of a past that haunted you wherever you went; still Natasha could see you were trying to give your heart to the blond-haired woman.

By the storm in your eyes, Natasha knew you didn’t feel the way she did for you.

And yet…

“She is not expecting me to go right ahead and confessed my undying love to her, yet.” You continued furrowing your brows while your mind brought back memories of that conversation. “But last time she was here she…she told me she would like to take me with her to all the worlds she had seen that she wanted me to…be with her.”

“And you don’t want to.” Natasha stated, her lips curling into a grimace. “Wanda.”

You winced lowering your eyes to the whitened ground, “I’m not…I know that…”

You trailed off not knowing what to say or how to explain the conflict inside your mind and your heart. There were a lot of things at play, it wasn’t as if you were going to jump right in to forgive and forget what Wanda did or that you were going to fall all over again. But…you never stopped loving her.

That was the problem.

“You have to ask yourself, Y/N if you are still in love with her or not.” Natasha broke your protective bubble with her bluntness. “I know you love her, I don’t think you would stop loving her ever. You have such an amazing heart, that it is impossible for you tonot do so.”

You wanted to think what Natasha was saying was a good thing; that loving Wanda still was a good trait of your personality but sometimes you thought that was your main weakness. The reason as to why you never went out there and looked for someone else to love, to fall in love with.

“However, you have to ask yourself if you’re still in love with her.” Natasha continued placing a hand on your shoulder and making sure she was looking directly into your eyes. “Ask yourself if you are still in love with her, and if the answer is yes then…think if perhaps the fact that she is back may be another chance at what was meant to be the first time.”

It was the moment of confrontation you had been evading since Wanda’s arrival and since you found out Carol was coming over. Your heartbeat fast against your ribcage, your thoughts ran rampage with the words dancing around your mind. Natasha softened her features stepping closer to you, her lips curling into a smile while her green eyes flickered around before settling on you again.

“Y/N you have changed so much since that time you left the Avengers compound to never go back.” Natasha tilted her head, her hand brushing away the tear you didn’t know was rolling down your cheeks. “I know this is not easy for you, the world is not the same and your emotions had grown alongside you. There is anger and resentment, but…there is also love.”

You snorted shaking your head, “look at you, Tasha. The fearsome Black Widow talking about love…about being in love…”

Natasha chuckled shrugging, “you are a kid.”

This time around you laughed at the reference, your thoughts turning to Loki and the first time you met him. Natasha winked at you before passing her arms around your shoulders putting you closer to her.

“She is not the same woman you met all those years ago, and despite her mistakes…she has always loved you.” Natasha squeezed your arm tenderly stopping your protests. “I think you and her need to talk, that you need to stop dancing around this before it is too late and you make a decision that you could regret your whole life.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but the words died in your mouth.

Natasha was right to some extended, it didn’t mean you had to like it.

“Don’t be long, Nat.” You finally said closing the topic for the moment. “Whatever has been happening with these sudden appearances of these interdimensional creatures…I don’t know, I don’t like the fact that Strange and Wong seemed distracted but don’t have a single clue about who is behind the attacks. Who is looking for America.”

 Natasha nodded stepping away from you, “I won’t take long, but Tony needs my help and I guess it is time to call in the big guns.”

You snorted nodding, “send my regards to them, and tell Tony he still owes me a holiday to the beach.”

Natasha chuckled walking away while shaking her head, you watched her leave the lighthouse and going back to the main house. The cold was starting to affect your skin, your eyes turned around to focus in the night and this time around they were of a deep blackness. Once more, something out there made you stirred uncomfortable.

Was it her?

You swallowed down your words, not wanting to speak her name for fear to break the spell you seemed to be falling into. The hickeys on your neck and body, and the burns on your back the only testimonies that your dreams had become intense and almost impossible to forget.

Natasha didn’t need to know that the main reason you were doubting everything at that very moment was her.

It was even Wanda per se.

It was Scarlet.

You clenched your eyes closed shivering at the memory of her eyes, deep red gleaming with pure love and lust. Her words whispered in your ears, the sweet taste of her lips and skin. The shadows stirring restlessly, the hairs at the back of your neck standing up alarmed but the sudden taste of magic in the air.

When you opened the eyes, the night was still dark and the snow was still falling. You sighed shaking your head, turning around you never noticed the rune Hagalaz written in blood and purple just right above the lighthouse. This time around the figure of Agatha smiling through the reflection of the windows of the beacon.

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The aroma of coffee flood the small space in the kitchen, your smile lit up your whole face when you noticed the mug filled to the brim.

The spiral steam coming from the mug told you the coffee had been served just moments before your arrival. The sound of footsteps finally caught your attention, your face lifted in time to find yourself looking into deep, green eyes that soon were looking away from you.

Wanda was looking tired, the bandage you had put on her a week ago was no longer there but the scar seemed to be a stubborn reminder of that day. Your heart skipped a beat just as your hand went right to the spot where the mark of Scarlets passion was no longer visible.

“You better drink that fast, or take it with you because I can’t be late today.” The voice of America broke the sudden tension in the room, your blinked a couple of times noticing the young woman for the first time.

“Right, on it.” You replied offering the young woman a half smile, you went to the table hesitating before letting out a defeated sigh. “Is this for me?”

You knew the answer to that question, but for some reason you were looking for her confirmation. Wanda straightened up right there, with a dust of pink decorating her cheeks and her eyes gleaming slightly.

“Y-Yes, I…I thought you could use some before going to town.” She said trying to offer a smile. “And I just…America needs breakfast as well, not the things you two eat on the way to school.”

You winced shooting the young woman a quick glance, America was making a guilty glare at you before going in for the toast and the orange juice.

“I guess you’re right.” You mumbled taking the coffee and letting out a sound of pure happiness. “Damn, this is so good.”

Wanda puffed out her chest, the corner of her lips twitching upwards.

“I’m glad you like it.” She stood there for what seemed like an eternity without knowing what to do.

You were trying to ignored her until a kick under the table called your attention, you pursed your lips noticing America was shooting you a pointed look. You shifted turning to Wanda who was looking awkward and without actually knowing what to do.

“You know, you can sit with us, right?” You finally commented taking another sip from your mug, Wanda straightened up furrowing her brows, she hesitated for a moment before making her way to the closest chair.

The one right next to yours.

You waited for a moment trying to ignore Wanda for as long as you could, until you gave in. When you finally got to look at her you could see just how tired she look; there were bags under her eyes and she had a lost stare from time to time before she tried to hide her yaws under the pretence of a cough or just general boredom. She looked thinner, and certainly there was an invisible weight that seemed to be bringing her down.

A striking contrasts to the Wanda haunting your dreams.

The conversation you held with Natasha the night before, as well as the ones you had maintained with America in the last week were all coming back to you. Ever since Wanda came back into your life, your mind has not been the same.

“The toast is amazing, did you put butter on it?” Perhaps that wasn’t the best way to open a conversation, but at least it broke the silence on the table.

Wanda furrowed her brows, “butter, eggs and honey, actually.”

“Oh, like French toasts.” You replied nodding, Wanda shrugged.

“They…” She trailed off before saying softly. “They used to be your favourites.”

“I know.” You replied looking down at your plate.

“I was thinking I need a job.” Wanda said all of a sudden, her green eyes went from America to you then back to America. “I mean…It has been a month since we got here, and we haven’t heard nothing from Strange, and I can keep doing house chores and…I need to do something.”

“You’re not housewife material, then?” You couldn’t help but ask, the bite in the question quite evident.

Wanda flushed at the obvious implication; she clenched her jaw dropping her shoulders.

“No, Y/N, I’m not.”

“I think it’s a fantastic idea, are you coming with us to the city?” America interrupted the conversation, she turned to Wanda who softened slightly shaking her head.

“No, I’ll have the other car so I’m going to still do some things around the house before going over there.”

You observed as America and Wanda engaged in conversation, this time around with America asking what kind of work Wanda was looking for. The normality of the whole scene was something that always struck you as strange, yet…familiar.

You still love her, but are you in love with her?

Or, are you in love with me?

The voice in your head was not yours at all, and the images of a set of twins running around the house while Scarlet came in wrapping her arms around your midsection was something you were not sure was yours completely. It felt like magic, manipulation and yet…

Wanda frowned slightly, her eyes drifting from America to you. She found the glassy look in your eyes strange, the sudden coldness around the kitchen made her shiver and the hairs on her arms stood up in alert. Then, as sudden as it had come it left, and your eyes were just as vibrant and lively as always.

Wanda felt a piercing pain inside her head, a familiar pain she recognized. The redhead lifted her eyes and found herself looking into yours, her heart shrank with regret and pain, with the words she didn’t dare to speak for fear of your reaction.

For fear to lose what little she had gained since arriving to Norway.

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By the time Natasha was ready to leave, you and America had left the house.

Wanda sat on the small balcony leading to the backyard, on her had there was a warm mug of tea and her tears were still evident in her cheeks. The Quinjet was waiting for Natasha, a man she recognized as a member of Stark Industries waiting for her to go where she was needed it while Yelena announced her arrival in the next couple of days.

Natasha sat right beside Wanda, the world in front of them had not changed much but by the dropping temperatures and the temporary snowstorms.

“I’ll be going for a couple of days, but before I go I need to talk to you.” Her tone was the one Wanda recognized before every dangerous mission they had faced as Avengers.

Natasha sat facing the young woman in front of her, those green eyes tormented by a past that could not be erased. The Black Widow knew Wanda had suffered the loss of Y/N, even if it was too late it was quite evident to Natasha that Wanda had not realized the magnitude of her sin until you were no longer by her side.

It was not excused, and it certainly wasn’t enough for you or any of them to forgive her for the suffering she brought upon you and yet, Natasha thought perhaps it was a long time to still think about the past and it was about time to move on.

“Y/N has been doing amazing since she left the Avengers all those years ago.” Natasha started the conversation, her eyes drifting to the watch on her wrist then back to Wanda. “It took some time, but she started recovering from what happened.”

“I never…” Wanda started but Natasha stopped her with a gesture.

“I’m not asking for explanations, Wanda. You don’t need to give them to me, but her.” Natasha clarified offering a half smile to Wanda. “You don’t know how much she changed, and how much she grew and yet…you, Wanda, were always inside her mind.”

The wind blew around them like a warning, Natasha turned around with a frown on her face while Wanda lowered her eyes in shame.

“I know you never stopped loving her, Wand. And for a long time I thought you didn’t deserve her, and I was happy watching you suffer the uncertainty of knowing what had happened to Y/N, or where she was.” Natasha confessed without any shame, when she faced Wanda she could see the hurt and betrayal in those green eyes. “I know that even if you call on Vision, those kids are not his but hers.”

“Natasha…”

Once more Natasha stopped the other woman with a gesture, her time was limited and she needed to say this before leaving.

“Wanda, you and Y/N deserve another chance, the question is: do you deserve a chance with her? Does she need another chance with you?”

If Natasha had known what you and Wanda knew at that moment, perhaps she had measured her words and held this conversation differently. But you kept your secrets, just as much as Wanda kept hers; the presence always presented in Wanda’s mind stirred in anger just as the next words left Natasha’s mouth.

“There is someone Y/N has been seeing since the Blip, and they…well, this could be Y/N chance.” Natasha softened her features, she didn’t want either Wanda or Y/N hurt any more, but this was something that needed to happen.

For them, for their wounds, for their future.

“But this can happen unless you and her have a real conversation.” Natasha didn’t notice the shadow lurking in the window, she never noticed the flash of red inside Wanda’s green eyes.

Wanda sat there trembling under the weight of those words, the implication that someone else was out there trying to capture your heart.

“Talk to Y/N, and…if you are completely sure of what you want, you need to be ready, Wanda, because it’s not going to be easy.”

Natasha stood up ready to go when a cold hand closed around her wrist, the Widow furrowed her brows at the uncharacteristically harsh grip from Wanda’s hand. When she faced the other woman, those green eyes were gleaming with tears and something else Natasha was not sure how to read.

“Do you think…” Her words came rushing in, she cleared her throat and started again. “Do you think there is a chance? Do you think I have a chance? That she…that, Y/N would…would give me a chance again?  Chance to be with me? To have a family with me?”

There were many questions, and Natasha wished she had the answers to all of them. She knew that Wanda had always lived inside a lie to protect herself and her emotions, the moment she gave in her pain she enslaved a whole town and almost destroyed their minds in the midst of finding herself again. Natasha knew that whatever had crossed Wanda’s mind the moment she created Westview she had been thinking about Y/N, and Natasha knew that most of Y/N decisions always had in mind the little beacon of hope that, at some point, Wanda would come back.

“I sincerely don’t know, that it is up to you and her.” Natasha let go of the hand offering a sad smile. “Talk to her, and then you will see.”

Perhaps, that was not the answer Wanda was hoping for, and it certainly was not the answer Scarlet was looking for.

As soon as Natasha left, Wanda fell to her knees.

“N-No…N-no, please…” the pleads were weak on her tongue, and soon she lost the battle to the presence growing in power inside her mind.

Scarlet stood up, sparks of red coming from her fingertips and she had to contain the anger running through her veins. Who was Natasha talking about?

The young woman let out a scream of frustration, the magic surrounded her and she got a hold of her powers before something could go wrong. The rune right above Y/N’s house gleamed brightly before Scarlet set to work; she couldn’t lose any more time she needed to get to America and to you before this mysterious woman came over to ruin everything she had built so far.

No one, no one would get in the way.

Not this time around.

Not even Wanda.

This time around, Scarlet would give you and her, the happy ending you two deserve.

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I don't often do this kinda post but I REALLY wanna share my OC x canon ship for TOH <3

(Image ID: a person with light skin, dark messy hair, dark eyes, black clothes, a black mask, one missing eye, scars, and gold jewelry. The image was made using the Black Centered Picrew by naylissah. End ID)

Morin Forester is a sixteen year old human that wandered into the isles after his parents kicked him out at thirteen. He didn't understand this world, but he couldn't leave, so he wanted to make the best of it. At the time, he didn't have scars and had much more hope for himself. Though Morin tried to get a job and survive with an honest living, no one wanted to hire him and no one came to his aid. He found himself starving, freezing, and alone, making him resort to stealing. At first he got caught a lot, but he quickly becoming an escape artist and master thief, evoking fear in everyone on the isles. He became known as the "Shadow Thief", as he came and went before anyone could get a good look at him under his heavy dark clothes that covered all but his one remaining eye. No one knew what he was. A monster? A skilled witch? Something worse?

(Image ID: Hunter, a witch with a hooked nose, pointed ears, light skin, thick eyebrows, blonde hair, magenta eyes, and scars. He has glowing stars on his face, a bandaid on his nose, and a distant expression. End ID)

(if anyone knows the artist, PLEASE let me know!)

Hunter, being the Golden Guard, was tasked with catching Morin, and he was determined to do so. He knew it was going to be a challenge, but he didn't expect the chase to last several years. Anyone who criticised Hunter for taking so long was asked to try and catch Morin themself. Even Belos and every coven leader couldn't, so the task remained in Hunter's hands.

In this universe, Hunter and Belos have a more healthy relationship, though they're often distant from each other and they rarely have a conversation beyond small talk.

As Morin and Hunter become familiar with each other in their rivalry, they begin to bond, taunting each other in an almost friendly way. Soon enough, Morin is even making small talk with Hunter rather than running from him, keeping a decent distance. Hunter notices that Morin is getting more and more scars every time they meet, even losing some fingers and an eye, but the thief never says what happened. They know they're supposed to be enemies, but they have a sort of bond. They've never felt so in touch with anyone. The chase continues, but even when Hunter catches Morin, he lets him go. They have a silent allyship, an allyship no one can know about.

Years after Morin arrives in the Demon Realm, a building collapses near the forest, and in the following month, there isn't any sign of Morin. Everyone is on edge, assuming he's planning something big, or that an even more powerful force snuffed him out putting them all in danger of an even more dangerous being.

Finally, Morin is spotted again, but something's wrong. He's slow and limping, his clothes are ripped are torn, and he's almost immediately cornered. He's quickly surrounded by guards, and though he's outnumbered, he tries to fight them off. Hunter is notified of the situation, and he's filled with both relief and panic. Relief that Morin is alive, and panic that he might not be alive for much longer. He rushes over and orders the guards to back down, saying he'll take Morin in himself, though the thief is beat up and coughing up blood. In a flash, Hunter teleports them both back to the medical wing in the castle, demanding the criminal be taken care of and healed.

Morin is put under, as his panic overcame him and he struggled against the medics, giving them some nasty scratches in the process. Once put under, they do an examination and find out that he's human, a confusing discovery, but not the most concerning one. His leg is practically torn to shreds. They say they can fix it up to some extent, but he'll be permanently disabled and need mobility aids. They do their best to fix up any wounds, which takes several hours, finally getting him to a stable state.

When he wakes up, Morin makes it clear right off the bat that he won't let anyone take care of him but Hunter. He rejects food and drink from anyone else, sceptical that it's poisoned. Of course, he's just being paranoid, but how can he not be? He grew up in an abusive household, then lived alone on the streets with only himself for years. Hunter doesn't mind taking care of him, though. He never feels that it's a burden, and Morin doesn't ask for much, just meals and Hunter's company.

It's soon discovered that Morin has terrible nightmares that cause him to wake up screaming, PTSD, chronic pain from his injuries, and has to use a cane to walk. He gets an offset handle cane which, over time, becomes decorated with rainbow and trans flag tape and gothic stickers. Once he's well enough to leave the medical ward, he stays in Hunter's room, not wanting to deal with the nightmares alone and needing someone nearby to help him if his cane is far away or he falls.

Though not all the details are disclosed to the public, everyone is reassured that the Shadow Thief has been caught and will no longer be a source of fear. No one thinks that Hunter's new "friend" is the thief they'd feared for years. I mean, honestly, how would anyone believe that this tiny, scar-covered human that can't leave Hunter's side is the Shadow Thief?

Hunter helps Morin through his nightmares, flashbacks, chronic pain episodes, migraines, and so on, and Morin does everything he can to make sure they're happy. With time, Morin finds a routine and is able to find joy in life again, still wearing all black but not feeling the need to hide all his scars anymore. He gets a lot of stares and rude comments, which makes him sort of insecure, but Hunter always makes sure to call him beautiful. It isn't a lie, since in Hunter's eyes, Morin is the most beautiful person he's ever seen.

Important side note: Morin does the "puppy eyes" thing a lot, and in Hunter's mind, he looks a lot like this:

(Image ID: a greyscale drawing of a cartoon black cat with a X over one eye and sparkles in the other. End ID)

ANOTHER important detail! This is Morin's cane:

I like to think the little grave sticker says "here lies my birth name"

(Image ID: a digitally drawn black offset handle cane with gay and trans coloured beads, a skull charm, trans flag tape, rainbow flag tape, and the following stickers: a grave, a skull, a raven, a moon, and a laurel branch. End ID)

Bonus facts:

Their favourite kisses to give each other are little pecks on the nose

They have little play fights, though Hunter has to go easy on Morin due to his injuries

Morin falls asleep first, usually after a chronic pain episode

Morin whacks people with his cane when they annoy him

Hunter knows Morin hates feeling weak, so he never fights his battles for him unless Morin asks him to

Morin is the more confrontational one, which Hunter is happy for. "Someone has to tell the waitress I ordered mashed potatoes, and it isn't going to be me."

They have matching shark and dinosaur pyjamas <3

Morin has the "loud, no filter" autism and Hunter has the "too scared to say anything that he hasn't imagined every possible response to" autism

Morin is the little spoon <3

There's more to their story, but I'll leave it here for now. Thanks for reading!

[blackwood4stucky]

tell me a lie to keep me in line, you swear it's a sign but it's the tortured who rise | aspen blackwood

series: blade of nightshade, be my strength not my ruin

james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers | mcu

🅼 | word count: 2,336 | complete

tags: all souls x mcu fusion, pre-stucky, steve-centric, omegaverse, paranormal creatures, body horror-adjacent, bucky barnes-implied

A tale of struggle and pride, desire and blood, longing and suffering, and the discovery of a witch.

bingo fills + event prompts

@badthingshappenbingo | I have your loved one

@fandombingo: mcu card | free space

@fandombingo: rpf card | sidhe

@fandom-free-bingo: flight edition | betrayal, passing out from pain, torture

@fandom-free-bingo: valentine’s edition | alternate - omegaverse au

febuwhump | alt: 6 - immortality

@multifandom-flash: round 3 [3013] | blinded by rage

@stuckybingo [5080] | b3: skinny steve + amethyst [february prompt]

snippet: “The day I presented as an alpha was one that was rejoiced throughout the village. The sickly, little asshole I had become known as, had finally become a man… My mother and father certainly never warned me of the pain that I would have to endure to become one of them…”

read: ao3 | ffn | sqwa

mini playlist

bucky’s prequel

[fan-a-saurus-rex]

A Way Back Home | Part 1

Plot: It’s been 4 years since visitors from other dimensions came and went. Since then things had been pretty quiet. You graduated high school and college, your new friend Peter beside you the whole time. The two of you were now living in an apartment together in queens. You knew he was Spider-Man, you knew all about everyone in his life forgetting him and the fact that he was Spider-Man. Now you would watch him leave everyday to stop crimes, while you worked your boring office job. But there was something you’d been hiding from Peter, a few things actually.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: swearing, not much else

Masterlist and Requests/Prompt

You sat at your desk, fresh out of a last minute work meeting, when you suddenly heard sirens on the street outside.

“I gotta go…” you heard Peter say as he walked into room and opened up the window.

“Please be careful” you said

He smirked “I always am” he said as he jumped off the fire escape, swinging through the alleyway on his webs.

It was hard for you to watch your best friend go out into danger like that. It was even harder now that you had discovered you had feelings for him. You hadn’t told him, you wanted to but you figured he was still dealing with the loss of everyone in his former life, including his former girlfriend whom he rarely talked about. You decided to just keep your feelings to yourself.

One thing you couldn’t keep to yourself much longer was something that he could relate to much more than your feelings for him.

While you had been cleaning you found a weird spider climbing up the wall, something you’d never seen before. While trying to kill it, it climbed onto your arm and before you could brush it off it bit you.

You were extremely ill for the next few days, running a fever. Peter had taken you to see a doctor and they concluded that you were having a reaction to the mild venom of the spider bite. You were sent home with medication to keep your fever down. Within a few days your fever broke and you felt better, but soon some weirder symptoms started to become apparent.

You were stronger than usual, so strong that you lifted the couch in your living room with no effort. Things would stick to you and your senses were so strong that it was almost overstimulating. You could see clearer, hear things from miles away, and your sense of smell was so powerful that you could smell the perfume the lady next door wore. Food even tasted different and every time something brushed up against you you could feel it 100% more than you could before.

But the one thing that really got to you was that you could sense things before they even happened. You could sense Peter’s presence when he’d sneak back in late at night. You could feel him without being close to him, without touching him. You could feel his presence through the walls of your bedroom as he got ready to go to bed in the room next you.

You knew that Peter had become Spider-Man because of a spider bite and you feared that the same had just happened to you, even though you had no clue how a radioactive spider could have even gotten into your apartment.

You pushed yourself away from all of your thoughts and decided to go make yourself some dinner. It was dark now and things seemed quieter in the streets.

You made yourself a grilled cheese sandwich and sat down on the couch to eat, watching the news. Apparently the reason Peter had was left was because a creature from another universe had gotten through and was terrorizing Citi Field while the NY Mets were playing a game against the LA Dodgers. Sports fans had fled the area as the alien-like creature destroyed the stadium. Footage of Spider-Man assisting Dr. Strange and Scarlett Witch get rid of the creature flashed across the screen.

Since the discovery of the existence of the multi-verse, things like this had become more common. Crazy creatures and individuals coming through portals that seemed to manifest at random. The world had changed and it was all a bit much at times, especially knowing that the only person you had in life who actually cared about you was out there fighting them.

You were so lost in thought that you hadn’t heard or sensed Peter climbing back through the window. You watched as he shut the window and walked over to you.

“I see everything went fine” you said smiling

“About as fine as it could have” he said chuckling “that thing was nasty”

“It looked like a giant crab but without a shell” you said giggling

“And it smelled horrible” he said laughing again “I’m gonna go shower” he said.

You nodded and took your plate to the kitchen, rinsing it off and putting it in the sink. You decided you needed some fresh air.

You sat out on the fire escape, something you did when you were overwhelmed. After about ten minutes Peter joined you.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, just….thinking”

“About what?”

You sighed and took a deep breath. “Can we talk about something Peter?”

“Of course”

“Remember when I got bit by that spider and had a bad reaction?”

“Yeah, are you feeling sick again?”

“Um…not exactly” you hesitated “but I have been feeling…odd”

“Odd? Odd how?”

You took another deep breath and looked at him, then looked down at your feet.

“Y/n?”

You looked at him again. “Watch”

You stood up and put your foot on the brick wall of your apartment building. You hoisted yourself up and scaled the building with ease. You looked down at the confused man below you and then climbed back down to the fire escape. You sat back down beside him.

“How…how long?” He asked

“About a week” you confessed

“How did this happen?”

“I was wondering that myself” I said

“How did a radioactive spider get into our apartment?”

You had no idea. You knew there was no logical reason for something like that to be hanging around. Nobody knew Spider-Man’s real identity, except you, and you weren’t close to any research facilities that could be using radiation, at least none that you knew of. There were a lot of shady types living in the city, selling all sorts of contraband weapons and technology from other dimensions in the multiverse. But why would they have radioactive spiders? And why would they want to release one in a random apartment building in a nice part of Queens?

You looked over at Peter “you upset?” You asked

“Why would I be upset?” He asked confused.

“Because I’ve been keeping this a secret from you”

“I’m just glad you’re alright” he said “you were really sick, didn’t think you were gonna make it with how high your fever was”

You nodded “that was brutal”

“I got sick too, but not nearly that bad” he mentioned “having any other….symptoms?”

You nodded “I lifted the entire couch with one hand, my vision is sharper, I can hear everything, food tastes crazy good, touching things feels like electricity coursing through my body, and I can sense things before they happen. I can tell when you’ve come home, even when you’re quiet. I can…feel you”

“Still have no idea that spider got here” he said sighing

You nodded and looked over at him “I’m-I’m okay though”

He smiled “I’m at least happy about that. Don’t need to lose you too”

You smiled “I’m not going anywhere, well, except for bed. I’m exhausted” you confessed.

“Me too, come on” he said helping you get you up and going back inside.

You both went to bed shortly after coming back in. You felt a lot better telling him about your newfound spider abilities. You wished you could have told him about your feelings, but that could remain a secret for a bit longer.

Before falling asleep you wondered if Peter would help you control your powers and maybe let you help out around the city. You didn’t want to be an Avenger, you just wanted to help your best friend and spend some more time with him.

At around 4am, you were suddenly waken up by the sound of sirens and helicopters. You knew Peter would be leaving shortly so maybe now was your chance.

To be Continued….

[multidimensionalslvt]

Dr masterlist

₊✩‧₊ places I’m shifting to! ˚₊✩‧₊

note: there is a lot and some has basically nothing scripted for them… also I’ll change this set up later

Main-ish drs

★ pjo 1

★ marauders 1

★ ftwd

★ bat fam

★ marvel defenders

★ the 100

★ Tbosas

★ tvdu 1

★ fame 1

★ f1 racer

the rest of my drs! (I got lazy)

★ Marvel tv shows, mcu, gotg, dc titans, avatar, six of crows, obx, top gun maverick, fast and furious, ouat, fame dr 2, better cr, teen wolf, streamer dr 1, streamer dr 2, h2o, 5sos, descendants, httyd, fantasy, the cruel prince, arcane, the o.c, the outsiders, doawk, Hogwarts, college, surviving summer, tvdu 2, tvd 3, the inheritance games, things we never got over, maze runner, divergent, agents of shield, teen fame, narnia, smatsv, criminal minds, f1 reporter, the gray man, Jupiter ascending, Eternals, Yellowstone, tbosas, one piece, hockey wag, suicide squad, tlou, small town, shrek, b99, rise of the guardians, modern family, atla (animated one), pjo 2, pjo 3, twd, ready player one, mlb, hero killer, fame 2, mma, 10 things I hate about you, outer banks 2, Henry danger, shameless, the hunger games 1, the hunger games 2, twd, arrow, the flash, archeologist-YouTuber, pottery-YouTuber, twilight, 3rd fantasy??, rich boarding school, tattoo artist, supernatural, fate the Winx saga, big hero 6, the acolyte, private practice, greys anatomy, bad boys, 9-1-1, NCIS, X-men, bridgerton, parent-author, umich college, the naturals, young avengers, the Witcher, the rookie, SpiderMan dr, A discovery of witches dr, good girls, fourth wing

[fandomdancer]

More authors!

@ageless-aislynn - The Flash, Halo, Doctor Who, X-Men, Teen Wolf

@eonash - The Flash

@yetanotherwells - The Flash

@darlingpetao3 - The Flash, Marvel, Thor, A Discovery of Witches

I'm sure there are more and I invite the authors to reblog with everything they write for, I probably missed something...

I Just Want To Say...

THANK YOU to the fellow writers, creators, authors, and artists that are listed below! You guys have inspired me on so many levels! Your work, art, and fanfics always bring a smile to my face, I love reading them so much. I hope you guys keep creating more amazing works and continue to inspire and make others smile too! I'm rooting for all! And I can't wait to see what you all do next! - Chloe <3

I implore those who see this post, to check out these fabulous creators, give them love!

@maxineswritingcenter - Works; Supernatural, Teen Wolf, The Vampire Diaries, The Witcher, X-Files, Marvel, TrueBlood, and ClusterFluff

@minaturefics - Works; Lord Of The Rings

@cauliflowertree - Works; Harry Potter, Lord Of The Rings, The Hobbit, Little Women, Twilight, Dead Poets Society, Gilmore Girls, Bridgerton, Criminal Minds, Vampire Diaries, and Teen Wolf

@x-files-imagines - Works; X-Files

@space-helen - Works; Marvel, Star Trek, SCI, Twilight, X-Files, Harry Potter, and Midnight Mass

@okay-j-hannah - Works; The Last Of Us, Narcos, The Mandalorian, Broadchurch, Doctor Who, Downton Abbey, Dune, Games Of Thrones, Good Omens, Grey's Anatomy, Harry Potter, Marauders Era, Marvel, Pirates Of The Caribbean, Sherlock Holmes (BBC), Stranger Things, The Hobbit, and The Lord Of The Rings

@justauthoring - Works; Naruto, Haikyuu, Attack On Titan, Jujutsu Kaisen, My Hero Academia, Demon Slayer, Death Note, Tokyo Ghoul, Tokyo Revengers, Blue Lock, Chainsaw Man, Stranger Things, The Quarry, Cobra Kai, and more!

@french-vanilla-in-the-clouds - Works; Sherlock (BBC), Supernatural, Marvel, and X-Files

@hellcomestohawkins - Works; Stranger Things, Arctic Monkeys, White Lines, X-Files

@theawfuledges - Works; Daybreakers, The Magnificent Seven, Breath Of The Wild, Digimon, Moon Knight, Demon Slayer, Silent Hill, The Quarry, CCS, TMNT, Inuyasha, Yu Yu Hakusho, Pokemon, Resident Evil, Godzilla, Deadpool 2, Bright (2017), The Evil Within, Hellboy, The Hobbit, IT (2017), and more!

@ficsnroses - Works; John Wick, Better Call Saul, Keanu Reeves, and Johnny Silverhand (CP 2077)

@immawriteyouthings - Works; The Hobbit, and more!

@author-morgan - Works; Game Of Thrones, Vikings, The Hobbit, Lord Of The Rings, and more!

@masterofmunson - Works; Stranger Things, Moon Knight, The Amazing Spider-Man, Harry Styles, Marvel, and Criminal Minds

@aniqua - Works; Marvel, The Sandman, Shadow And Bone, Spider-Man, Stranger Things, and The Punisher

@whirlybirbs - Works; Star Wars, Marvel, Red Dead, Kingsman, Transformers, Peaky Blinders, Pirates Of The Caribbean, and more!

@luna-xial - Works; The Hobbit

@lilxberry - Works; Marvel, DC, Harry Potter, Euphoria, Lord Of The Rings, The Hobbit, Riverdale, The Walking Dead, The Karate Kid, Cobra Kai, and 13 Reasons Why

@guardianofrivendell - Works; The Hobbit

@strawwritesfic - Works; Harry Potter, Marvel, Big Bang Theory, Doctor Who, The Hunger Games, James Bond, Kingdom Hearts, The Hobbit, Lord Of The Rings, The Amazing Spider-Man, Star Trek, Star Wars, and more!

@delicatenightfury - Works, Marvel, DC, Supernatural, Lord Of The Rings, The Hobbit, Vampire Diaries, Hunger Games, Narnia, Maze Runner, and more!

@reddie-fancomic-by-slashpalooza - Works; Loose Ends (The best freaking fan-comic I've ever read <;3)

@micheleamidalajedi - Works; Mass Effect, Final Fantasy, Resident Evil, Criminal Minds, Harry Potter, Marvel, CSI, Gears Of War, DC, Yellowstone, Star Wars, The Hobbit, Lord Of The Rings, X-Men, and more!

@imagine--if - Works; DC

@witchthatwrites - Works; Uncharted, DC, Teen Wolf, Stranger Things, and more!

@buckymcbuttfacebarnes - Works; Marvel and more!

@inej-twilight-ghafa - Works; Marvel, Harry Potter, Stranger Things, Star Wars, Grishaverse, Top Gun, The Last Of Us, Pirates Of The Caribbean, and more!

@a-reader-and-a-writer - Works; Top Gun, DC, Marvel, Star Wars, Joel Kinnaman, Lewis Pullman, and more!

@bisexual-thoughtss - Works; Criminal Minds, Law And Order, Spider-Man, Scream, Ghostbusters, Harry Potter, Friends, Star Trek, and more!

@warrenwrites - Works; Stranger Things, The Amazing Spider-Man, Marvel, The Sandman, and Criminal Minds

@helloheyhihowdyheya - Works; Spider-Man, Stranger Things, and Top Gun

@waitimcomingtoo - Works; Tom Holland, Spider-Man, The Devil All The Time, Brad Simpson, Stranger Things, Marvel, and Sebastian Stan (I am so impressed with all their work)

@tiffdawg - Works; The Mandalorian, Narcos, Triple Frontier, Kingsman, and more!

@queridopascal - Works; Narcos, Triple Frontier, Kingsman, The Mandalorian, The Equalizer, We Can Be Heroes, House Comes With A Bird, The Bubble, and more!

@oonajaeadira - Works; The Bubble, The Mandalorian, Prospect, Triple Frontier, Kingsman, Unbearable Weight Of Massive Talent, Narcos, The Last Of Us, Bloodsucking Bastards, House Comes With A Bird, Game Of Thrones, and more!

@fuckyeahdindjarin - Works; The Mandalorian, Narcos, Kingsman, Triple Frontier, The Bubble, and more!

@huffle-pissed - Works; Marvel, Pedro Pascal, Star Wars, Stranger Things, Supernatural, Harry Potter, and Dragon Age Inquisition

@brandyllyn - Works; Bloodsucking Bastards, Den Of Thieves, Ex Machina, The Great Wall, Hannibal, Horizon, Kingsman, Law And Order SVU, The Letter Room, Narcos, Mayans, Prospect, Star Wars, Suburbicon, and more!

@sgt-morgan - Works; The Mandalorian, Marvel, Hozier, Keanu Reeves, and more!

@tegerton - Taron Egerton, Eggsy Unwin, and Eddie The Eagle

@make-me-imagine - Works; Briderton, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Criminal Minds, Doctor Who, The Mandalorian, The Originals, Merlin (BBC), Star Trek, Supernatural, Sherlock (BBC), Teen Wolf, Marvel, The Hobbit, Lord Of The Rings, Harry Potter, and more!

@iamnotoriginalphil - Works; Once Upon A Time, Ineffable Husbands, Merlin, and more!

@forever-rogue - Works; Stranger Things, Spider-Man, Star Wars, Pedro Pascal, The Mandalorian, The Last Of Us, Marvel, and more!

@companionjones - Works; DC, Criminal Minds, Doctor Who, Hamilton, High School Musical, Les Miserables, Marvel, Once Upon A Time, Star Trek, Star Wars, Twilight, Teen Wolf, Stranger Things, Starkid, Sherlock (BBC), Shameless (US), Victorious, and more!

@dainty-fingertips - Works; Marvel and Spider-Man

@zafirosreverie - Works; Encanto, Jurassic Park, Jurassic World, The Hobbit, Lord Of The Rings, MCu, Rise Of The Guardians, and more!

@jonathan--majors - Works; Better Call Saul, Bullet Train, DC, Marvel, Stranger Things, Top Gun, and more!

@ardentmuse - Works; Harry Potter, Kingsman, Marvel, Game Of Thrones, and more

@classic80sand90smovieloves2 - Works; Pretty In Pink, Sixteen Candles, The Breakfast Club, Ferris Buellers Day Off, Heathers, Back To The Future, Say Anything, Can't Buy Me Love, Some Kind Of Wonderful, Dead Poets Society, School Ties, Grease, and more!

@livinglifelowkeyloki - Works; Marvel

[darlingpetao3]

A Discovery of Harry and Matthew (Harry Wells x Fem!OC x Matthew Clairmont, Chapter 1/13)

Rating: M (smut in final chapter)

Summary: When Laurie accompanies her boss, Harrison Wells, to confer with Oxford biochemist, Matthew Clairmont, over a potential scientific partnership, her world is turned upside down. Not only is she caught between her feelings for these two awe-inspiring scientists, but she must wrestle with the reality of Creatures and her own self-discovery.

A/N: Co-written back in 2018 with @central-city-meta-pocalypse — we never thought this one would see the light of day lol. we never thought this one would see the light of day lol. We couldn’t resist our mutual love for the two tall, dark, and handsome scientists and wrote this as pure self-indulgence. Keep in mind that this particular story is not a Reader Insert, but features an original female character caught in between these handsome fellas. It is told in alternating POVs from the three main characters involved. Whether you’re familiar with both or only one of these fandoms/lovely fictional men, we hope that you might enjoy this fun story regardless!

Tag List: @fandomdancer @bluesclues-1234 @firstofficer-tilly @crissymadlock @thefictionalgemini @i-dont-care-lol @khayrrilrainxwells @thecaptainsgingersnap​ (If any of you would like to be taken off the tag list for this one, do not hesitate to ask!)

~Laurie~

“I think we should turn right up here, Doctor Wells,” I said, consulting the map on my phone before we got lost and were late for our lunch meeting, “it looks like the shortest route.”

Harrison looked both ways up the street and then nodded in agreement.

“I don’t know why this place couldn’t be laid out more simply,” he grumbled slightly, pulling his coat a little tighter around himself to protect from the chilly autumn air.

Personally, I thought Oxford was beautiful; old and full of character, nothing like Central City where we’d flown in from early this morning. A large part of me wanted nothing more than to crawl into my hotel bed right now and sleep the rest of the day away, but the city made my jetlag a little easier to bear. That, and I was never one to miss an opportunity to spend time with the man currently walking beside me.

When Doctor Harrison Wells had asked me to accompany him on a trip to England to consult with another renowned scientist, I leapt at the chance. Obviously, the opportunity to research with two amazing scientists had a pull of its own, but I think a tiny part of my brain thought that maybe with a foreign trip, it might be the perfect opportunity for Harrison to see me in a different light. In a way that I always wished he would.

Although part of me figured I should just give up with this impossible crush on my boss. It’s not like he’d suddenly wake up and find me irresistible! Though, I knew I was a hopeless creature of habit, and I’d probably be pining after him until I died.

Eventually, my phone signalled our arrival at the lab of the biochemist Harrison was meeting with today. I had been in contact with the distinguished Oxford-based scientist through a series of emails to set up this meeting. He was wary at first, but I’ve been known to be persuasive. It was how I got this job after all.

Doctor Wells and I entered the lobby of the building, where the receptionist took our names, gave us our visitor badges, and the directions to the biochem lab. On our way down the corridor, Harrison’s hand barely grazed mine, and I had to look away—anywhere—so as to not get wound up before meeting our prestigious host.

I felt his eyes on me. “Laurie-”

But whatever Harrison had to say to me was cut short by the sound of a new, smooth and hypnotizing voice, “Doctor Harrison Wells, I presume?”

I turned, and Lord help me, my jaw dropped to the floor.

The man I assumed to be Professor Clairmont took a few steps towards us with his hands clasped behind his back. He was tall (even slightly taller than Harry, who towered over me already), with dark hair and sharp, handsome features.

I may have been hopelessly hung up on my boss, but this man certainly caught my attention with his looks.

“Yes, and you must be Professor Matthew Clairmont,” Harrison replied and received a nod in return.

I watched the two men shake hands and tried to close my mouth and look at least somewhat professional in front of these accomplished scientists.

“And you must be Miss Laurie Florence. It's a pleasure to put a face to the name, finally,” Professor Clairmont said, turning to face me, his voice silky smooth with an interesting accent I couldn’t fully place. I went to shake his hand, but instead, he took mine in his larger one, bending down in a half bow, before lifting my hand to his lips and kissing the back of it.

He kept eye contact the whole time, and I didn't know whether my heart had stopped beating or was beating far too fast for me to even feel anymore.

I couldn’t stop a small embarrassing laugh from coming out. “Likewise,” was all I could manage to say. My heart raced and I thought, for a split-second, I saw something incredibly fierce in Professor Clairmont’s eyes when he looked at me. But as I tried to collect my wits and mentally scold myself to remember how to breathe, there was soon no trace of that wild look anymore.

He let go of my hand after a second and instead took the lead in bringing us the remaining way to his labs, beginning to explain what he and his team were presently working on.

“And here’s where the magic happens,” he said as he opened the door, and I felt like as he said the words, his eyes focused on me for a split second to gauge my reaction. I felt that whatever expression appeared on my face was not the one he was looking for.

The labs were impressive. A lot of state of the art equipment on the desks, but nothing that I hadn’t seen before. If you’re in the field of science, when you’ve seen one lab, you’ve pretty much seen them all, in my opinion. What really mattered was the work going on inside them.

Matthew Clairmont turned with elegance to Harry and I. “May I offer either of you a cup of tea? Coffee?”

I answered at the same time Harry did.

“Tea, please.”

“Coffee.”

Matthew called to a woman working at her desk, “Miriam, would you, please?”

“That’s not my-”

I could only assume Matthew gave the woman a stern look since his back was to us, but ultimately this Miriam complied with a huff.

“I have to say I was quite surprised to receive your request to pick my brain, Doctor Wells,” Professor Clairmont started when he turned back to us. “What does a physicist want with a biochemist?”

“We’ve had a… series of events occur in Central City that has led to some unusual cases of people with abilities…” Harry began to explain.

“Yes, I’ve read about that,” Clairmont replied, taking a seat at one of the desks as Miriam bought over two mugs for me and Harry. I thanked her for my drink, but she didn’t offer up any kind of smile in response.

“My team and I are trying to come up with some form of antidote to help those affected, but I don’t have the right background. Your work is highly praised, I thought you might be able to offer some guidance,” Harry said, though I thought the compliment sounded somewhat forced. I decided then to let the professionals carry on in their discussion about the antidote while I casually looked around at the monitors and the equipment on the desks while the scientists conversed, making sure not to touch anything. I hoped Professor Clairmont and his team didn’t mind my curiosity.

It was then I felt something icy prickle at the back of my neck. I slapped my skin where I felt it, but nothing was there.

Strange…

I looked up and around the room to see if I was standing under an air vent or something, only to find nothing. However, I did catch Professor Clairmont briefly watching me before he turned back to Harrison, and suddenly, the room felt warm again.

[perhapsblues]

DIANA and MATTHEW a discovery of witches | 2.01

[elleclairez]

My Masterlist

Started: 24/03/2020

Last updated: 17/04/2021

PS: Submissions are open.

 List of Tv Shows I write for 

 List of Movies I write for 

List of Books I write for 

A discovery of witches : 

Marcus Withmore : 

Alone Time 

The Order : 

Randall Carpio : 

Does he know?

The Vampire Diaries/ The Originals/ Legacies :

Niklaus Mikaelson :

He’s alive

The Letter for the king :

Viridian :

Prologue 

The Flash :

Barry Allen :

No, he is not 

Hunter Zolomon :

No, he is not (x daughter reader)

Grishaverse :

Kaz Brekker : 

Dating Kaz Brekker would include 

Kaz secretly crushing on you and being protective

Romance is not a book (x female reader)

The Darkling :

The Starless One and his Star (x femalde reader)

Nikolai Lantsov : 

The lost Morozova (x female reader)

Fedyor Kaminsky : 

The lost Morozova (x female reader)

A court of thorns and roses :

Cassian : 

Cassian is your mate, but he doesn’t know it yet

[tvimagines221b]

Rules/Fandoms I Write For

Hey everyone, I would just like to let you all to know what my rules are for making requests, and what fandoms I take requests for!

Don’ts

Absolutely no sexual content. Though I am 18 +, I feel extremely uncomfortable with it.

Nothing that triggers. This includes things such as: Rape, Suicide, Abuse, ect.

Do’s

Hurt/Comfort

Fluff

Romance

Platonic

LGBTQ + friendly

Violence and Cursing is okay

Fandoms

Marvel

DC (Flash, Arrow, Supergirl, Legends, Stargirl)

Supernatural

Sherlock

Doctor Who

Video Games (The Last of Us, Detroit:Become Human, Resident Evil 6)

Big Time Rush

Wizards of Waverly Place

The Vampire Diaries, The Originals, Legacies

Once Upon a Time

Harry Potter (Films only. Also, fair warning I’m still new to the fandom!

Various Tom Hiddleston projects (The Night Manager and Crimson Peak for now)

Various Michael Fassbender Projects (Just what I’ve seen!)

A Discovery Of Witches (I’m only on s2!)

🚨DO NOT REPOST MY WORKS ON OTHER SITES🚨

*This includes sites like Wattpad, Ao3, Fanfiction.Net, etc

[missdawnandherdusk]

once upon a flight

Draco X Reader (post war)

Summary: The Wizarding World earnestly searched for the newly discovered Heir of Gryffindor. After many failed attempts at the claim, McGonagall almost gives up hope, but sends off one final letter. Draco looking for a reason to clear his name has an ulterior motive to find you... that is until he meets you. 

A/n: So, as promised, an Anastasia AU that is frankly one of my favorite things in a while. For all intents and purposes Snape isn’t dead because this is my blog and my word is law. Also, this is about 10k words... so you’re welcome.

Long ago, Hogwarts was founded by four great wizards: Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Helga Hufflepuff. The Slytherin heir was found centuries later in one Tom Riddle who became the greatest Dark Wizard of all time, only to be defeated by the great Harry Potter. Yet, the story of the heirs does not end there. The unfortunate demise of Helena Ravenclaw ended the lineage of the Ravenclaw house for she had no children. The Hufflepuff heir, Cedric Diggory was killed in the war by Voldemort. Only one heir remains, and their whereabouts are unknown to all, but sought after by most. Minerva McGonagall is keen on the discovery of this witch or wizard, the last true heir of Hogwarts, and perhaps the most powerful of them all. Only in the hands of the true heir, will Godric’s mighty sword come alive with magic once more.

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“It’s a girl, raised muggle, in America,” Snape threw down the Daily Prophet. “This could be your chance,”

“My chance to what?” Draco huffed, running a hand through his hair before examining the paper. “Like a Slytherins could ever find this Gryffindor heir, let alone in muggle America,”

“But if you do,” Snape hinted, a smile curling on his lips. “It might clear your names,”

“Would you give that a rest?” Draco muttered, throwing the newspaper down of a very scared looking American girl. “Even if I do find this girl, why in the world would she trust me?”

“Because, she might have questions, and who is going to be there with the answers for her?” Snape raised an eyebrow.

Draco pondered the idea, then glanced at your photo in the paper in front of him. And he thought there perhaps might be a chance.

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“London?” I eyed the passport dubiously. “What long lost aunt wants me in London? And why did she show up now?” My fingers ran over the long letter explaining everything and nothing.

“Do you want to go or not?” Mrs. Greenwood asked. “Because I’ve got a lot of girl like you who’d kill for a chance at a family again.” Her snappy condescending voice wouldn’t be missed.

“Alright, alright. I’m going.”

I zipped my bag closed, folding the letter, and placing it in my bag with the plane ticket and passport. It was a long drive to the airport that was filled with people who all went about their business. I had never felt more lost. I read the letter again as I waited for my plane to arrive. Something proved magical about the parchment and inked letters. A style never used in a modern day. It gave me hope. Or an unsettling sense of dread.

“Excuse me,” His voice was polite and broke through the music of my headphones. It was his accent that caught me off guard. He was a brit.

“Yes?” I asked, taking out an earbud.

“You wouldn’t happen to know a Ms. McGonagall, would you? I’m supposed to be aiding her niece back to London,” I eyed him skeptically.

“Is that so?” I raised an eyebrow. “Alright pretty boy, tell me, what absolute stranger is going to trust a random brit who comes up to her claiming to know the name of someone that he could easily have read off the girl’s letter?” He seemed amused at my skepticism.

“I suppose you’re right,” The stranger didn’t seem cornered, however. His caviler didn’t waver. “What if I told this stranger that hypothetically I knew that her aunt wasn’t really her aunt but someone looking for her to be claimed as the heir to a school of magic?”

“Well, hypothetically, I’d probably laugh and call security,” I eyed the cop, whose gaze caught mine before flashing to the beautiful stranger before me.

“And if I proved to her that magic was real? Would this stranger believe me?” Danger lurked in his eyes.

I snorted. “If you can prove that magic is real, I’ll follow you anywhere buddy,” 

“Careful there stranger, you’re promising something you might not want to,” He warned.

“I think I know what I can handle pretty boy,”

Without another word, he took my hand, clasping it in his. Glancing around he slowly raised his hand away from my palm, where a flower began to bud and bloom from nothing, sparking in the fluorescent lighting. I wasn’t impressed.

“Nice trick, but I’m not convinced.”

The stranger laughed. “I should have known it would take more to convince you,” He ran a hand through his silvery blond hair, looking around, before his gaze settled back on me. “What if I told you that you could do magic?”

“I’d say you’re crazy and were back to calling security,” I went to walk away, I had enough time before my flight that a quick walk wouldn’t be the end of the world.

“But you must have felt it,” His hand reached for mine. “When you were younger, and things happened around you that you couldn’t explain. A sense that you didn’t belong. That you were different. That you could see and feel and do things that others couldn’t.” His words were earnest and urgent. I paused.

“And if I did?” I didn’t face him.

“That you hear stories of magic and fairytales, and you thought maybe you belonged in them because there was no one quite like you,” My eyes met his, baffled, curious. “And you felt it just now, not on the surface of your skin, but in your hand, in your blood, a feeling in your heart that felt right. That felt powerful,”

“Okay, pretty boy, you seem to know a lot about who you think I am, so what’s your deal?’ I folded my arms, still not completely convinced but more than curious.

“I told you, I’m here to help you get to London in one piece and how to be an heir of magic.” The light in his eyes glinted as if he had won.

“Alright, let’s say hypothetically I believe you, then what?”

“I’d buy you a cup of coffee and we’d try this again?” He raised an eyebrow, nodding to a chain Starbucks that was near dead in the early hours of the morning.

I stared at the chai tea latte that was warming my hands. He didn’t say a word. Draco. The beautiful stranger who promised answers. Who looked a bit too good to be true.

“From here, I get a letter for an aunt I didn’t know that I had, and a plane ticket to London. Then I met you, claiming that you know her and that you’re here to help me. Then you tell me that my aunt really isn’t my aunt, and that magic is real and I’m the heir to some sort of magic school in London? This is a really good way to get kidnapped and never heard from again,” My skepticism grew. He could see that.

“You’re not wrong,” He leaned onto the table, closer to me. “And you wouldn’t believe me unless you knew that magic was real.”

“Every lonely girl dreams of fairytales and magic,” I countered. “Is it so far-fetched to really believe it?”

“Believing sure,” He gave an easy smile. “But you can do magic and you know it,” 

“How do you know what I know?” I snapped back.

“I know you’re in denial,” He chuckled. “And easy, you’re doing it now, but no one could tell you that you were because it’s subtle and hard to pick up on,”

“In what way?” I demanded.

“Defense spell,” His smirk started the urge in me to deck him. He was so self-assured, and it drove me insane. What was worse, was that he might be right about everything.

“Sure, why not,” My tone fell flat. “Okay pretty boy, how exactly am I using a defense spell?” I leaned back in my chair, unamused.

“No one in this airport gave you any trouble. A strange man comes up to you and you show signs of distress, and yet no one helps you. You’re hiding yourself from their point of view. It’s very self-assured of you to think you can handle yourself,” His explanation made to much sense... again.

“I’m the self-assured one?” I muttered. “And sorry to burst your bubble English, but this is America and we all pretty much keep our heads down.”

“And yet the second you decided to trust me, the security guard walked the other way—away from his post I might add,” His confident smile didn’t leave.

“He... what?” Now I backtracked.

“You like to be left alone, I can admire that, but you have so much potential and you could do so much more,”

“And if I don’t want to?” I offered a bit hopeless.

“Sure, go be a faceless nobody in the sea of Americans, work a nine to five, and never see adventure or magic again in your life,” He leaned back in his chair, casual. As if what he offered was the option a rational person would choose.

“And I should trust you? To take me to London and bring me to this magic school to be an heir or whatever it is you Brits do?”

“You seem quite offset that I’m not American,” His amused smile returned.

“Force of habit,” I shrugged, giving a carefree smile that caused indignation to flicker into his eyes.

“Well, you have approximately thirty seconds to decide if you trust me before you’re called to board,” His devious smirk had me reeling to look at the gate and the flight attendant who was ruffling through papers and getting ready to signal boarding groups.

“God, I hate you,” I muttered, resigned. “Fine. Whatever. Life of adventure and magic, sure.”

We boarded and Draco took the seat akin to mine in first class without the bat an of eyelash. My anxiety began to flare again thinking of how easy it was for him to find a place next to me on a full flight to London in the early hours of the morning.

Then there was the matter of flying altogether. I had never been on a plane ride before. And I was about to be on a nine-hour flight with a supposed magician and a promise of adventure. What had I gotten myself into?

“I can hear you worrying.” Draco muttered as the plane left the runway and began to ascend.

“I’ve never flown in a plane before in my life. All things considered, I think I’m allowed to worry,” I snapped.

Draco reached into his bag and held out a small vial filled with an amber liquid.

“Here, take this,” He offered it to me.

“Oh, you’ve got to be joking,” I snorted. “There is no way in hell that I’m taking that.”

“Y/n, please,” It was the first time that he had ever used my name. A name I hadn’t told him. A name he knew. A name that got my attention and reminded me of the situation that I was in.

“What is it?” I took the vail from his nimble fingers.

“Anxiety potion,” He explained calmly. “It will calm your stress levels and allow you to think clearly,”

“Magic?” I eyed him dubiously.

“A form of it. Your people call it chemistry, but we have access to more ingredients than the causal muggle,”

“Muggle?” I raised an eyebrow, still examining the contents of the small vial.

“People who can’t do magic nor live with other wizards,”

“Wizards,” I mused softly to myself.

The pilot informed the cabin that we had reached cruising altitude and my anxiety came back, overshadowing the tales of wizards and magic and the perfect stranger beside me. Draco could sense that. He let out an aggravated huff and rolled his eyes.

“Use your senses Y/n, you don’t know how to control it yet, but you have magic in your blood. It’s kept you alive and ahead this long. What are they telling you? Not your fears and anxiety, but your heart and head.” His voice was low and urgent, and I had to concentrate to catch all of his words.

“This isn’t another one of your—”

“Y/n,” He pressed, not having it with my second thoughts and doubts. “Concentrate.”

Deciding to trust him, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. The air around me was artificial and frigid. It made my senses stand keen on edge. It was unnatural to me. I could feel the people as they settled down for the long flight. The pilot shifting and the attendants flitting about. They were all overly ordinary. Like most people I had been surrounded with my entire life.

Then there was Draco beside me. I could feel his warmth, his presence... his aura. Unlike anything I had encountered before. A halo of power and... magic that embraced and clung to the edges of him. It matched the silvery blue of his eyes trailing off into green. I could trust him. But there was a darkness underneath that I couldn’t trust. The one that I feared.

Then the vial clasped between my fingers. It held no ill will toward me as I thought of it. It promised to help in words that didn’t belong to Draco beside me. Something all of it’s own. All of my own.

Another deep breath out. 

“Okay,”

“What did you gather?” He didn’t taunt me, but rather it was genuine curiosity that colored his tone.

“You’re... different. From the rest of the people on this plane. You... there’s like... an aura? A feeling but with color? I don’t know...” My eyebrows furrowed. “It told me I can trust you... but there’s something darker underneath... and I’m not sure... I’m not sure I trust that darkness.”

He stared at me, baffled. Not that I had said what I said, but instead what I had said. 

“The... the darkness.” He muttered. “I thought...”

“That you could hide it?” I raised an eyebrow, only half teasing. We all had darkness. I wouldn’t hold his against him.

“That there would be more... the things I’ve done,” He was a burning man before me. I looked down to the vial in my hands. I toyed with it.

“Here’s to new beginnings?” I offered a bit hopeless, breaking the wax seal and downing the contents like a parched man in a desert who comes upon an oasis.

And I understood what he meant. A pack of stress and the ability to think clearly. All of the fogginess that the anxiety induced was gone. I looked at the world around me with new eyes.

“Woah,” I whispered, looking at Draco clearly for the first time.

A smile played at his lips.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?”

I nodded and looked out at the grey and blue beneath the plane. Closing the shade, I turned to Draco as much as the first-class seat would allow.

“So magic?”

“Where do you want me to start?” He was expecting my question. 

“The beginning is a good place,”

“We’d be here forever,” Draco chuckled. “I’ll start at the beginning of what would be your story though”

I marveled at his words. Two worlds divided but always existing beside each other. Sometimes they would intertwine sometimes they would be forgotten. He spoke of being raised in such a negative perspective of muggles and the life I led, putting me on edge until he gave a placid smile and an apology. His tale turned darker with the war that was fought and a hope that was lost and found again.

“Potter,” Draco’s tone snarled around the name.

“Harry Potter,” I mused. “So why can’t he be the heir of this Gryffindor whoever?”

“Like that would help his ego any,” Draco muttered flatly. “And he can’t because he’s a half blood. The heirs are pure blood wizards, not a drop of Muggle blood in them,”

“Okay...” my brows knit together. “But how does that explain me? They told me my mother was... and my father walked out on her. She died giving birth to me,”

“Back in the early days of the first war, I can only assume your parents were against the Dark Lord which gave them their death sentence. Especially if he knew you were the heir of Gryffindor,”

“But I’m not dead,” I pointed out.

“Seems that way,” Draco gave me an amused smirk. “They must not have known you existed. And seeing as you were raised in America, I came see why they—no one knew. Not until recently anyway.”

“But how did they find me? How did you find me? How did this letter even find me?” 

“Would you accept magic as an answer to those three questions?” Draco tried.

“Sure, but I’m still creeped out,” I folded my arms. “Heir to a school of Magic...” I pondered the words aloud for the first time. “What does that even mean? What am I supposed to do with it?”

“Whatever you want,” Draco shrugged.

Our conversation pulled after that into almost nothing. I closed my eyes once more and began to feel the world around me through my newfound sixth sense. It became overwhelming after a few moments but when homing in on Draco’s presence quelled some of that overstimulation. His aura was calming, as if it were a foreign lullaby to my heart. A lullaby that lulled me to sleep before long.

But a darkness lingered still in my dreams. It was alien. Not what I had seen in Draco and not what I knew was within me. Something else. An evil presence that yearned to be free. To take control. To have power. It wanted me. It was suffocating. It dragged me down. Down. Down. Draco felt further away. The plane, it’s passengers, nothing but specks. The darkness dragged me forward. Red eyes stared me down and a smile full of knifes taunted me.

I struggled back, away from the evilness, trying to break free of the darkness but I was trapped. By back was against a wall. There was no escape.

A flicker of silver caught my attention. Bright and beautiful. A ray of hope. My eyes dared to leave the shadow figure to follow that ray. When I saw it again it because more clear. The wisps of a dragon made of pure light. It did not come for me, rather it showed me the way out.

There was a way out.

I gasped, my eyes fluttering open to see the glow of fluorescent lighting and worried grey eyes. 

“What—that—who—” I sputtered, my heart racing.

“Are you okay?” His genuine concern called to me. I nodded, tears stinging my eyes.

“What was that Draco?”

“I don’t know,” From his tone I knew that he did not like not knowing. “But you’re safe now,” The comfort of his arms around me made me believe his words more than I thought I would. “We’ll land in a couple hours, just try to relax,” His tone was soft, something new.

The grey dim of London didn’t impress me. I squinted up at the misting rain. Draco took my hand and led me through the maze of the airport, gathering our bags and ushering me toward an empty alley way.

“Draco,” I warned, not enjoying the situation.

“Just hold tight to me and don’t touch the edges,” He instructed. “Don’t let go of your bag either,”

“What? Why?” I broke away from him, to his annoyance.

“Can’t you just do what you’re told? No questions asked?” He seemed to be asking the sky more than he was asking me. I gave him a flat look. “It’s magic. It’s called apperating. It’s going to feel weird, but you should be fine.” He offered his hand to me again.

“Should be?”

“We don’t have time for this Y/n,” He stressed.

“Like hell we do,” I snapped.

“Fine, if you’re not fine then you have total permission to hit me, that make you feel better?” He demanded, insisting that I take his hand.

“No,” I mumbled, placing my hand in his.

That feeling of power was back when he took out a wand—his wand—and twirling it, before I could make fun of him, we were whisked away, and I had to remember to hold on. The distorted reality around me was so enticing to touch, as if it were an impressionist painting that replaced with the dingy grey around me. Then it stopped.

“Where are we?” The scenery changed, still a duller grey, but now in front of a large mansion that I had only seen in movies.

“Malfoy Manor,” Draco said curtly. “Come along,”

Taking a second to recover from the beauty that was all around me, I grabbed my bag and followed him inside where I gasped again. The house looked like something of those fairytales I had always dreamed about.

“Are you coming?” Draco asked promptly.

“I... do you live here!?” I scrambled after him up the stairs with my bag.

“Yes,” He didn’t understand my amazement. “Are you alright?”

“I’ve never been something this... beautiful before,” I turned back to look over the banister at the grand foyer. “You just... live here?”

“Yes,” Now there was a smile playing at his lips. “Come on, we’ve still got much to do,” 

“There’s more!?” I followed him up the stairs.

“You haven’t used magic in your entire life, and you think I’m gonna let you waltz in there scared and unprepared?” Draco snorted opening up a random door. “This will be your room. We have a couple days—it won’t be enough time but perhaps I can make you somewhat believable...”

“No one said anything about having to prove I was the heir!” I argued, again taken back by the lavish room but ultimately was overridden by my anger and fear. “Show up, sure! Maybe take a DNA test! But act like some wizard protégée!?”

“Witch,” He mended softly. “And we’ve got this under control,” 

“We?” I did not have this under control.

“Snape and I. He will be helping me help you. There’s a lot you need to learn. But for now, rest. Dinner is in an hour,” Closing the door he left me to my thoughts.

Sitting on the bed I looked around the room. Anxiety began to creep in my chest again, but not for the reason it had... this morning. Could it still be the same day? Could I have only met Draco a dozen or so hours ago? My thoughts were reeling.

“A witch, an heir,” I scoffed. “Magic,” it was more of a whisper.

I lifted my hand and remembering the power and golden feeling that had come when Draco created a flower in my palm, I surged for the magic within me. To my surprise, golden flames licked at my fingertips, shimmering in the evening light. A giddy laugh left my lips as I intensified the flame to consume my entire hand.

“He said you were a quick learner,” A stern and nasally voice drew me from my stupor.

My hand dropped and my flame fizzled out as I stood.

“I—uh,”

“I am Severus Snape. I am here to help you. It is in your best interest to do exactly as I say without any questions. Understood?”

“Uh... okay?”

“Dinner will be downstairs soon. Draco would like you to join us. There are clothes in the wardrobe. Change into something more suitable and come down.” His instructions left no room for argument, but my stubbornness flared, yet he left before I could snark a reply.

Mourning my sweater jeans and converse I headed to the elaborate wardrobe and opened the great oak doors to reveal an array of gowns, cloaks, and dresses. Together they were worth more than any amount of money I had come into contact with. And of much higher taste than I’d dare to ever wear.

Riffling through them there was a semi bearable dress that looked as if it were from the 1950s and held a navy-blue color. It would have to do, and it could have been worse. I eyed a heavy shimmering gown with pearls and lace, shuddering at the thought.

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Draco’s day could have been a lot worse than it ended up being. After finally giving in at Snape’s insistence that he fly back to England and not apparate he thought his day was a lost cause. But then he met you and Merlin were you a handful.

He could easily see the magic you were doing and the power you were giving off. It took a lot of his willpower to not submit and leave you alone, as your defense ordered. But as soon as your eyes met his and a smile played at your lips, he didn’t have to fight any longer. You allowed him to stay close to you, assured that he meant you no harm. No one had trusted him like that in years.

For the heir of Hogwarts, you were quite remarkable. An easy sorting into Gryffindor with or without the hat. He had to play his cards right however, to maneuver you into a world of magic from the mundane of America. But he accomplished the feat, easier than he would have thought done. Perhaps you were more than ready to leave your Muggle world and join his magic one. And not like he could blame you. If he never had to ride in a plane again, he’d do anything.

But just as he thought you were safe, your eyes closed in a peaceful slumber, something dark came back to hurt you. Red eyes that he knew well. How... how he didn’t know. But he could feel the cold evil presence seep into your skin and consume your aura. It terrified him. Draco knew you were defenseless. No amount of unintentional magic could keep the Dark Lord at bay, dead or alive.

So, he did something he never had before in a desperate attempt to protect you and him from that evil. He called his Patronus, touching his wand to your temple, willing it to go and pull you out.

Your eyes flashing open, fear written on your usual confident features, your hands digging into his arms, Draco’s heart churned in his chest. You looked to him for safety. Him—who you’d met barely five hours prior when you were sure he was there to kidnap you. And now you held to him like a prayer. He didn’t expect that. There was nothing else he could do but hold you close and assure you that it was going to be okay.

If you two could ever get off this godforsaken plane.

With touchdown, Draco wasted no time in dragging you by the hand through the throng of the Muggle airport before he lost his temper. In a secluded alley he was finally ready to apparate home. Of course, you had thoughts of your own and he really wasn’t about to fight with you on this. He just wanted to go home. So, he gave in. Just this once.

And Merlin he was thankful that he did. He had never been so happy to see the Manor. You had never seen a Manor before. He almost laughed at the childlike wonder on your face. But instead, he was enamored by it, the same way you were enamored by a house that had lost its shine to him over the years. Draco longed to see the mansion through your eyes even for a moment.

“Your mother wrote,” Snape offered a letter. “She’ll be here within a day,” Draco sighed and skimmed the letter. “Do you still think this is a good idea?” “It’s the best one we’ve got,”

Before Draco could argue, the clearing of your throat softly drew his attention. You had changed into one of his mother’s old dresses that he hadn’t seen in years and you looked quite sheepish about it. Draco stood, out of respect or perhaps startlement. Snape gave him a look which he promptly ignored, going over to you.

“I... I hope it’s alright,” You fiddled with the skirt. “He... he said I could—that I should...” 

“You look wonderful,” Draco encouraged softly. “Come, dinner is ready.”

He took your hand and led you through the large house, tuning out Snape’s instruction to you about how to hold yourself as you walked. Draco smiled at the annoyance in your eyes.

Dinner was... more or less a disaster. Your stubbornness met Snape’s instruction, getting you both nowhere.

“If you want to become the Heir of Hogwarts you will listen to me,” Snape almost snarled.

“I don’t want to become the heir!” You stood abruptly, throwing your cloth napkin onto the table. “I just want to know who I am!” Storming out of the dining room, Draco watched you, before sharing a look with Snape.

“She’s hopeless,” Snape muttered.

“You’re dealing with an American Gryffindor; did you think she was just going to sit still and look pretty?” Draco chuckled, standing.

It took him a while to find you. Draco could only fathom that you had gotten lost in the house yourself and winded up on a balcony somewhere on the third floor. You had a blanket draped around your shoulders as you stared up at the stars. The night had cleared, giving clarity to its pathfinders.

“I know what you’re going to say,” You spoke softly, sensing him nearby. “I... I can’t do this Draco. I’m not some lady, some long lost princess in some sort of fairytale. Magic or not...” You took a sharp breath in. “Fairytales are just stories. I’m still a girl with no parents, no family, no past... and no future.”

Draco studied you, wondering how you had changed so much from the confident self-assured girl he’d met this morning. He also had little clue what to say to cheer you up. So, he did what normally comforted him, he spoke fondly of his mother.

“My mother wore that dress,” He began softly, leaning against the door frame. “When I was young, before Hogwarts. Father would always be away on business. She’d take me to the garden, and we’d have a picnic. I remember her in that dress on those warm summer days,” Draco let his eyes slipped closed, lost in the memory. “She used to tell me that I’d never be alone. That as long as I could do magic, I’d always have a place to belong. That there would always be someone out there like me.” He paused. “Hogwarts was my home for quite some time. Slytherins were my family.”

“Who am I to come and claim it as mine then?” The words barely left your lips.

“You’ve been alone and away from your family for so long now. Don’t you think you deserve to go home? To a place that you belong?” You turned to face him, hope flickering in your eyes.

“But I—” You ran a hand through your hair nervously. “I’m never going to be good enough. Dinner was a disaster and I’m never going to please someone like Snape, let alone any other wizard!”

Draco couldn’t do anything but laugh. “No one can please Snape, darling. Don’t take that personally.” He sobered a bit. “You’ve never going to please everyone. Believe me I know. But... it’s more about becoming someone you’re proud of,”

“I don’t know who that is,” You turned back to the stars.

“If you run away, you’ll never know,” Draco mused, standing next to you, leaning on the railing. “But... if you truly can’t stand it in the next three days... I’ll take you back myself,”

You looked over to him, a swirl of emotions unidentifiable on your face. Before he could start to decipher even one of them, your gaze turned downward. He let out a soft sigh.

“If it’s any consolation,” Draco began. “I believe in you. I think you belong,” He turned to leave.

“Draco, wait,” You called out, “Thank you... I know... I know I’m a handful,”

A smile played at his lips. “That’s one way to describe you,”

You rolled your eyes, but you still didn’t smile and that worried him more than he cared to admit.

“I’ll take you back to your room,” He offered.

“I’m quite capable—” You cut yourself off and sighed. “Thanks, again,”

Staring at your closed door, Draco found himself wanting you back before him, so that he could continue to talk to you. He enjoyed it more than he thought. You didn’t fawn over him, nor did you fear him. Instead, you treated him as an equal. As a person.

“Oh, she looks like a kicked puppy!” His mother fawned the next morning. “Draco Lucius Malfoy I’ve taught you better!”

“It wasn’t me!” Draco argued back. “It was Snape!”

“Don’t you talk back to me young man!” She scolded. “Poor thing,” She turned to you, tucking a strand of hair out of your face. “There, there, I apologize for my son’s behavior,”

There was a look of bewilderment on your face at your gaze met his. He didn’t know what to do but shrug and shake his head.

“It... it really was Snape, Mrs. Malfoy,” you stammered out. “Draco’s been...” He met your eyes again and the words you were about to say died on your lips. Not this his mother noticed.

“Oh, don’t you worry about him!” She consoled, standing. “Severus Snape what have I told you about manners!” His mother shouted. Draco was grateful he was no longer the one being shouted at as his mother left to go and reprimand Snape some more.

“Your mother is...” you started a smile finding your lips. It was the first time you smiled since dinner last night.

“I should have warned you a bit more, that was my mistake,”

“No, she’s lovely,” You insisted.

“You don’t have to lie on my behalf,” Draco mused, earning a laugh from you.

“She really is wonderful,” Your laugh faded to a smile.

“You say that now, but if you thought Snape was a lot,” Draco laughed at the dread in your eyes.

His mother insisted they go to Paris to shop for you. A way to take your mind off yesterday, as well as find you the basics of wizardry. Which started with a wand.

“This is stupid,” You muttered as the shop keeper flitted about the hundreds of wand boxes, tittering in French to his mother.

“You need a wand,” Draco whispered back. “Every wand is unique, so there’s one for you,”

It took a few tries, and a few shattered light fixtures—and repairing spells—before you had a loyal wand in hand. Draco made sure that you could use the wand comfortably and surprised him by calling a lighting charm without the incantation... or him telling you to. He caught his mother’s eye who was clearly impressed with you. A new set of robes, what seemed like a new wardrobe entirely and a few books later, you seemed satisfied.

“I really can’t ask anything more of you,” You argued. “This is all more than enough,”

“Nonsense, darling,” His mother laughed. “Think nothing of it. Every great witch needs the tools to help her be successful,”

You blushed, looking down. “I mean it,” You tried again. “Even a trip to Paris would have been more than enough,”

“You’ve never been to Paris!?” His mother was aghast. You had really done it now. “Draco! Why didn’t you tell me the poor girl has never been to our city?” She turned to you. “You really must forgive his rudeness, I blame his father,”

“He—I—” You stammered.

“But I won’t have you here and not show you the wonders of the greatest city in the world. Come! Come!” She ushered you off and Draco had no choice but to trail behind and make sure you didn’t get into too much trouble.

After what seemed like days—though it was only hours filled with shows, attractions, museums, antique shops and more—his mother finally found a resting place, and by the look on your face and your slumped shoulders, you needed it. It was a rooftop restaurant that overlooked the city scape of Paris, off to the Eiffel Tower that lit up the night sky. You had that look of wonder and enchantment in your eyes again as you took in the city scape. Again. Draco wished he could see it through your eyes... for the first time all over again.

“She’s a pretty little thing, isn’t she?” His mother whispered in his ear, far from your earshot. “I’m surprised at you Draco. I’ve never seen you this way around another girl before,”

“She not just another girl mother,” Draco retorted, trying not to blush. “She’s the heir of Hogwarts. The Gryffindor crown princess.” He sighed softly. “She doesn’t have time for...”

“A handsome young man who’s been on his own for too long?” His mother mused. 

“A Slytherin,” He finished. “A Death Eater,”

“You’re no more a Death Eater than she is a muggle,” Narcissa said sternly. “I see the way she looks at you Draco,”

“Enough, mother,” Draco shook his head, pursing his lips. “Enough,” 

“Fine, fine,” His mother scoffed. “Y/n, darling!” She called.

This dinner was a bit more successful. You were animated with conversation and excitement from the day. There was a way that you spoke about his city that had his heart. Dinner lulled to wine and dessert as couples began to take the dance floor, gliding along to the live band.

“Do you dance darling?” His mother asked, noticing your interested.

“Uh, no, not really,” You stammered, looking sheepish as you blushed.

“Oh, that won’t do! Draco, go on, teach her!” Narcissa gave him a pointed look.

“No really it’s okay!” You refuted before he could.

“Nonsense, every girl must know how to dance, magic or no,” You could both sense that she wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

So, he ended up with you in his arms on the dance floor as he tried to lead you through a simple waltz.

“You have to trust me,” He instructed, as your eyes met his. “I’m not going to let you fall,” His tone softened.

Your eyes didn’t leave his as you began to find your rhythm in the dance, letting him lead you through it all. Soon you were laughing with joy as he twirled you around the dance floor. He heart skipped a beat or two. The music ended before he wanted it to and a round of applause went up.

And Draco had to let you go. 

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I laid in bed that night, staring at the stars I had created with a simple spell. With the use of my wand, magic was... easy. If I thought and felt what I wanted, it occurred. Though it seemed like a natural process to me, Draco, and Narcissa—and even Snape—were impressed.

Staring regardless, I replayed the night over and over. Dancing with Draco... in Paris... on a rooftop like some sort of stupid fairytale. Whose ending didn’t belong to me. It was the one question I didn’t ask through Narcissa’s lessons. What happened to Draco and I after I had claimed my ‘throne’?

It left me sleepless.

“I can’t do this,” I whispered to him the next day, in front of the grand gates of Hogwarts.

My anxiety was through the roof. Clad in new formal robes, and hair and makeup perfected courtesy of Narcissa, all I had to do was walk in.

“We can still turn back,” Draco gave.

“I can’t do that either,” I muttered, causing him to laugh.

“I believe in you, Y/n,” His earnest words caught my attention and out gazes lingered a bit too long, leaving us both blushing.

“Just... don’t leave me,”

“I remember you telling me that if I could prove magic to you, you’d follow me anywhere. I don’t think I have to worry about you ever leaving me,” He joked softly as we walked into the castle grounds.

“I suppose not,” I smiled at the ground.

“Y/n,” Draco paused, the mood shifting to something more serious and downcast. “You’re... you’re gonna hear somethings about me and... they’re not going to be good,” I pondered his words for a moment.

“You flew halfway around the world to find me, and you helped me get back on my feet, that’s good enough for me,” I smiled softly.

Draco pursed his lips and took a deep breath, still looking despondent about the situation.

“Draco,” I called softly. His grey eyes met mine. “I’d never have followed you onto that plane if I didn’t trust you,”

Deciding that he didn’t have an argument to that that he deemed should be voiced, he led me deeper into the grand castle and it took everything in me not to stop and stare at just about everything.

“You went to school here?” I squeaked. A smile parted his lips. 

“Yes... you should have too,” He seemed to realize the injustice. 

“We can’t change that now,” I comforted.

Magnificent doors parted the two of us from the entire school and quite a few wizard officials according to Draco. I stared at the intricate detailed work of the doors. If I wasn’t so nervous, I could have spent the entire day staring at these doors alone.

But there was something to be done.

The doors opened and the entire hall fell into a pin drop silence. I grabbed Draco’s hand without thinking for the comfort and support. He squeezed mine reassuringly as we began out steps forward to the front, where older, authoritative looking wizards stood.

“Death Eater,” A student hissed. 

“Traitor,”

“Scum,”

“You don’t belong here,”

 “Slytherin,”

My eyes glanced up to Draco, who had a mask of no emotion, but I could see the stress in the clenching of his jaw and tightening of his eyes. It was subtle but it was still there. This time I gave his hand a squeeze of reassurance and glared down the crowd, who immediately went quiet. There was not a menacing whisper to be heard.

At the front of the Great Hall there were three wizards who stood out among the rest. They were younger, but still assured of themselves as they stepped forward towards us. A boy with fiery red hair holding hands with a girl who had a glare that I was proud of and beside them a boy with a mess of black hair and piercing green eyes.

“Potter,” Draco’s eyes narrowed as he stood a bit taller.

“Malfoy,” There was the same distain in the supposed savior of the wizarding world’s tone.

I snorted, drawing both of their attention.

“What are you? Five?” I crossed my arms. “Y/n, nice to meet you,” I held my hand out for Harry to shake.

“I still can’t leave you two alone for five minutes,” A new voice sighed, stepping forward. “I hope they haven’t caused you too much trouble, child. I’m Professor McGonagall, headmaster of Hogwarts,”

“Y/n,” I gave again. “Supposed heiress to Gryffindor,”

“Yes,” She smiled. “I can see it in your eyes,”

Harry scoffed, sulking mildly. I looked over to him, then to Draco, confused and amused.

“I must apologize for the deceit in my letter.” McGonagall continued paying no mind to the interaction between Harry and me. “I feared that it was the only way to get you to come,” Her kind blue eyes held mine.

“I understand,” My smile was light. “In fact, if it wasn’t for Draco, I’m not sure I would have found my way here,”

“He used you!” Harry argued. “He wanted to clear his name so of course he helped you! You think he’d be a decent person if there wasn’t something in it for him!”

“That’s enough of that Mr. Potter!” McGonagall scolded. “Mr. Malfoy aided the heir of your house here from America unprovoked and I will not have you accuse him of such things,”

“If she trusted Malfoy there’s no way that she could ever be a Gryffindor. She doesn’t belong here,” Harry’s words were as cold as ice.

The malice and hatred in his voice and eyes was a fatal blow to my heart and confidence. Harry was right. I didn’t belong here. I looked around to the lavish hall and all of the students and wizard officials who had years of training and practice and grew up knowing who they were... this wasn’t where I belonged.

“How dare you,” Draco snarled, taking a step forward to shield me from Harry’s further words, but they had already hit their mark.

Their bickering silenced, but the tensions were high. Not that I noticed, I was too wrapped up in my negative thoughts.

“Come child,” McGonagall beckoned.

“Give me a minute,” I requested softly.

“We really need—”

“I said in a minute!” My raised voice shocked Draco and McGonagall. There was almost fear in their eyes. Harry still held the same hatred for me in his stare, now smug as if I proved his point.

It was enough to cause me to run.

Never being in a castle before in my life let alone a magic one, I was lost before I took my third turn. Tears streaming down my face, I never felt more alone. I found myself in a small courtyard with a lone old oak tree.

As I did when I was younger, I began to climb high into the branches, looking for an escape from the world below me. But there weren’t branches high enough this time. Resting on a high branch I leaned against the trunk, I let myself cry. The passage of time was hard to tell as the sun sank and the stars came out to play. It might have been an hour or two. I didn’t know and I was too miserable to care.

I didn’t belong here, and I wasn’t wanted here. Moments before I was only thinking that I didn’t care what they thought about Draco. I never imagined that there would be doubt and uncertainty about me.

I heard footsteps coming into the courtyard.

“Go away Draco,” I warned, pausing when I saw that it wasn’t Draco, but instead McGonagall. “I’m sorry, I thought—”

“I know who you thought I was,” She peered up at me through the branches. “Merlin’s sake what are you doing in a tree?” I heard the sternness in her voice, but I couldn’t help but here the amusement underneath.

“Hiding,” I offered sheepishly.

“Well come down from there,” She ordered.

I made my way down with ease. Dropping to the ground from a higher branch than I could have, I knew that I startled the headmaster. I gave a polite hesitant smile.

“What do they teach you in America,” McGonagall pursed her lips, an undeniable hint of mischief in her eye.

“I’m... really sorry professor,” I sighed. “I know I’m not what anyone thought. And I know I don’t belong here. I’m sorry I ever...”

“Never mind all that,” She cut me off. “Who are you, child?”

“I... I was hoping that you could tell me,” I glanced down, fidgeting, and straightening my robe. 

“My dear, I’m old, and I’m tired of being conned and tricked.” She began.

“I don’t want to trick anyone,” I said earnestly.

“And I’m sure owning this castle means nothing to you either?” A silence passed between us.

“I just want to know who I am,” I finally spoke. “Whether or not I belong to a family, if I’m someone like you,” I sat on the stone bench that was to the side. “Draco said that Hogwarts was like home to him... a family,” Tears stung my eyes. “I never had a home, a family...”

McGonagall sat beside me, placing her hand over mine.

“Heir or not, you will always have a home here at Hogwarts. It is a safe haven to all witches and wizards who wish to remain,” She assured me. “And I am the one that must apologize. Mr. Potter is very hotheaded, a negative attribute to Gryffindors I’m afraid,” A smile played at her lips. “But... if Draco followed you to America and brought you here, I have no doubt that you are the heir.” I smiled down at my hands. “I see the way he looks at you,”

“I’ve never met anyone like him before,” I confessed.

“Then you are very special,” She stood. “Now come, you have a title to claim and a sword that belongs to you,”

“I get a sword?” My excitement grew as I followed her. McGonagall merely laughed and led me back through the castle.

Draco, who was anxiously pacing outside of the Great Hall, caught sight of us. He rushed over to me, looking me over before pulling me into a hug, before remembering himself.

“I’m so sorry,” He insisted. “This is my fault. Harry and I never got along, and as soon as I walked in there with you, I pinned you as a rival to him,” He cupped my face softly. “I’m so sorry,” He repeated.

Nodding, I gave him a smile.

“You destiny awaits inside my dear,” McGonagall motioned toward the entrance to the hall.

The second time I walked down the aisle of students, I no longer had the confidence I had before. Except, Draco’s hand in mine gave me the courage to keep going. Except this time, Harry’s malice was not the force holding me back.

As Draco and I were halfway across the room, a great darkness flooded the hall. Disquieted whispers of fear were exchanged among the students and official wizards.

“No other heir will take the throne,” A cruel voice hissed, that I had only heard once before, in a dream. I grabbed Draco’s hand. “No heir but Slytherin,”

I looked to Draco, trying to find what to do next in his eyes. He was just as uncertain as I was. Then something sparked in his eyes.

“The sword Y/n!” Draco urged. “Take the sword and claim your throne!”

“But how is that—”

“Just go!” He ordered drawing his wand and leaving little room for argument.

The darkness hung heavier in the room. Shedding my stuffy robes, I was free to run in nothing more than jeans and a sweater to the podium where the sword lay.

“Don’t touch that sword!” The voice hissed. “Or your lover here dies!”

I turned to see Draco almost entirely consumed by a thick black smoke, struggling for air.

“Don’t hurt him!” I screeched, pausing on my ascent toward the sword.

Hundreds of wizards and witches watched us with bated breath, warned by McGonagall to stay back. I could see the fear and fury in their gazes.

“Don’t hurt him,” I begged, taking a step away from the podium. 

“Y/n, don’t—don’t worry about me,” Draco gasped out.

“You’ll die,” I argued weakly. “You can’t leave me! You promised!”

“I know,” He choked out. “Just trust me. It’s magic,” The sparkle of mischief in his eyes gave me the courage I needed to ignore the threatening evil voice and walked up to the sword for the third time since I arrived.

“No past... no parents...no home...” I muttered, looking at the sword. “But you won’t take my future!”

I gripped the sword handle and held it high above my head, watching as the Great Hall was bathed in golden light. Every person in the room stared at me, before bowing. I didn’t care. My eyes held onto one person.

The dark cloud has nowhere to run, it was vaporized. Draco fell to the ground gasping for air. I dropped the sword to the ground, hearing it clatter somewhere behind me as I rushed to Draco’s side.

“My god, Draco!” I worried over him, holding him close. “Don’t you ever do that again!” He coughed out a laugh and his arms weakly embraced me.

“Y/n, sweetheart, I don’t think now is the right time. You can yell at me later,” He nodded to the faces in awe that stared at me.

I scrambled to my feet, helping Draco up.

“All hail the Gryffindor Heiress and the Slytherin Prince!” McGonagall proclaimed with a clear voice. A loud cheer went up in the Hall that had me blushing and nearly clinging to Draco.

McGonagall came over to me, offering me the sword that laid in her outstretched hands. “I do believe this belongs to you,” She smiled.

I took the sword, and though the light wasn’t as great as it had been moments before, there was a golden shine to the silver metal. I held it up, examining it. A word burned into the metal, in a golden script.

Virtus

I smiled at the word. Glancing up at Draco, and the adoration in his grey eyes, the sword was soon forgotten from my attention.

“Hi,” I whispered.

“Hello,” He smiled.

“So... I’m the Heir,” I offered, nervous for a new reason. 

“I see that,”

“Draco?”

“Yes?”

“I... I, uh,”

“I know.” Draco smiled, “I fancy you too,”

I laughed despite myself at his British vernacular. Of which I had to quickly explain because of the hurt look on his face. Rolling his eyes, he pulled me close, causing me to look up at him. I met curious warm grey eyes that held the secrets of a world. I smiled.

Draco leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, cradling my face with the utmost care as he kissed me. Another cheer went up causing me to laugh and forcing me away from his kiss.

“I love you,” He mended, whispering for just us to hear. 

“I love you too,”

Then he pressed his lips to mine once more not caring if the world was burning or celebrating around us.

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author: aspen blackwood | multifandom-flash

event: round 3 | double flash

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Minnie's Daughter

Pairing: James Potter x McGonagall's Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 3,984

Warnings: Swearing? None? Fluffy

Summary: When James finds out his favorite proffesser has a daughter he can't seem to keep her from his head

A/n: I fuckin loved writing this, I wrote it all today and I'm now finishing it at 12:46 at night. This is #12 from the fanfic vote and got the second highest number of votes, hope y'all enjoy! Look at me posting twice in one week

“Potter!” 

James flinched slightly before turning around a large grin plastered onto his visage, “Minnie! So good to see you!” He cheered 

The older woman rolled her eyes on instinct, “I told you not to call me that James. I am your professor you shall treat me accordingly.” she spoke sharply.

“Jeez, Minnie you seem more angry than usual.” The boy shuddered in his usual fashion; dramatically. 

She sighed rubbing her temple with one hand, “Just come with me, Potter.” 

“Yes, ma’am!” He saluted smile not faltering despite the nerves which now slowly consumed him. 

The two slowly made their way towards McGonagle’s office, something James knew a bit too familiarly. As they walked everything he had ever done flashed through his memory, the thousands of school rules he had abandoned, the laws he had broken, pranks he had pulled. What was he in for this time? It seemed there were far too many possibilities. 

The second that the door shut behind him he opened his mouth. 

“Minnie if this is about the Grindylows in the prefects’ bath, I had nothing to do with it, I swear on my life. That prank was simply untasteful and you know I would never do something so dull.” He defended putting on his most innocent mask. 

“Potter you aren’t in trouble, I simply- wait, what Grindylows are you talking about?” She asked brows furrowed.

The boy’s eyes widened, “Oh, um, i-it’s nothing you need to worry about.” He spoke his voice gaining false confidence. 

Another exasperated sigh left the professor’s lips but she didn’t address what she was sure to become a problem, “I simply wanted to talk to you about your plans for the quidditch team now that you are the captain.” 

“Ooohhh,” The boy nodded in understanding, a wave of relief washing over him. Excitement built in his stomach as quidditch was mentioned and he bounced happily on his heels a shimmer appearing in his dark eyes. “I can show you my workouts and plays and stuff if you want.” He offered eagerly, “I have some written in my bag.” 

“That sounds perfect James.” She grinned, “Bring them to my desk.”

He nodded walking forward while rummaging for the notebook he had spent the summer scribbling in. He found it and placed it on his professor’s desk before opening it’s worn cover and flipping through the pages. 

Both individuals quickly became immersed in the plans as the captain explained his workouts, strategies and more. In fact, they became so engrossed they didn’t notice a third figure enter the room.

You rolled your eyes as you heard your mother jabber about the sport she loved so much. You sighed walking up towards the pair being purposefully quieter than needed. You suppressed a giggle as you neared the duo. You stood just to the right of the boy who was crouched over his notes, you then leaned your head so your chin was resting just above his shoulder, you could smell the cologne he wore but ignored its sweetness. Your lips centimeters from his ear you spoke, “Whatcha guys talkin’ about?” 

The dark-haired boy let out a shrill shriek as your mother gasped in surprise.

You burst into a wave of laughter doubling over as the quidditch star glared at you, clearly offended.

“You scream like a four-year-old girl Potter.” You cackled blinking back tears. 

James opened his mouth to shoot back an insult but something stopped him. You looked oddly familiar, your eyes gleamed in a recognizable fashion, your smile all too common to his view. Despite this, he had no clue who you were. 

“Merlin y/n!” the professor gasped, “That was uncalled for.”

“Sorry, mum.” You giggled, “I couldn’t help it.”

In that exact moment, James’ bain imploded. His jaw dropped, eyes growing to the size of saucers as if he had just been slapped. 

“Minnie! You have a daughter!” he gasped, completely appalled by this new information. 

“James! You have a brain!” You mimicked him, false surprise emerging on your face. 

“Y/n, be polite.” Your mother scolded although it was hard to miss the smirk on her lips. 

James wasn’t even bothered by the jeer, he was far too preoccupied with attempting to figure out what the hell was happening. 

“It’s nice to formally meet you, James.” You grinned sticking out your hand for him to take, “I’m y/n y/l/n. Minnie’s daughter” 

He shook his head quickly his hair bouncing slightly before he took your hand, which he found surprisingly soft and slightly cold, “James Potter.” He mumbled before turning to the woman who had returned to the notebook. 

“Minnie!” He shouted.

You giggled at the nickname biting your lip lightly.

McGonagall’s eyes snapped upward dangerously but at this point, James was too shocked to care. 

“Why didn’t you tell me that you had a daughter!?” He asked in complete dismay, “I thought we were friends!”

The witch simply rolled her eyes, “If you had paid any attention to those around you, you would have noticed I had a daughter years ago.” She spoke, seemingly unfazed. 

“Minniiieeee. That’s not fair.” He pouted.

McGonagall shrugged. 

“Oooo, are those quidditch notes?” You asked peering over James’ shoulder like an excited puppy. “Mind if I take a look?”

“Yeah sur-” 

“No way.” your mother interrupted eyebrows raised as she peered over her glasses at you. 

Now it was your turn to pout, “But mum.” You attempted to reason.

James choked in a breath as you widen your eyes and jutted out your bottom lip. Did you always look this adorable?

“Nu-uh.” She shook her head.

“Why not?” You whined placing your hands on the desk and leaning over it attempting to catch a glimpse of the ink-stained pages. 

“Because last time I made the mistake of letting you ‘look through’ my quidditch notes, you charmed it and gave a copy to the Ravenclaw Captain.” She huffed, closing the notebook from your prying eyes. 

James gasped again, “That was you!” 

You nodded, smirking proudly.

“We lost the quidditch cup because of that!” He heaved. 

You just shrugged, “Yeah well, we won because of it.”

He glared back at you, tucking the notebook protectively under his arm. 

“Shit!” You swore glancing at the clock behind your mother’s desk. 

“Language y/n!” 

“Sorry, mum,” You yelled over your shoulder scrambling from the room, the door thudding against its frame as it closed behind you. 

James opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by you dashing back into the room. 

“I forgot what I came here for.” You groaned, “Where is my herbology textbook?” 

McGonagall opened a drawer in her desk handing it to you.

“Thanks, mum.” You rushed as you snatched it from her and sprinted back towards the door. 

“I still can’t believe you didn’t tell me you had a daughter.” James sulked, his eyes glued to where you had resided moments before. 

McGonagal was met with a hell storm when James spread the news of his new discovery. That hell storm’s name was Sirius Black. He had crashed into her classroom while she was in the middle of a class and began his tearful act. He whined and gasped and pouted, stating his betrayal and his loss of trust. 

The professor tiredly massaged her closed eyelids as his antics continued.

    Thankfully the other marauders were surprised but lacked the same gusto Black held, although James seemed to have a sudden problem on his hands. For some reason he couldn’t seem to pull you from his head, it was like you were cemented there, your giggle rinning in his ears as your voice echoed through his head. You were strangely captivating. 

He wondered if that’s how his professor had been in her youth, although he refused to picture McGonagall as beautiful. You were simply alluring, your entire aura drawing him towards you. He wasn’t quite sure what it was but he found himself needing to be near you. He foolishly allowed himself to wonder if you thought the same of him.

Your heart pounded lightly as you snuck to the owlery, you fought a wide smile as you climbed the seemingly endless steps, taking them two at a time out of excitement.  When you finally reached the top you let out a slight squeal noticing your large barn owl perched near the door. 

You whistled once and let it land lightly on your outstretched arm. You then carefully untied the thread from his leg taking the note in your hand and dropping your arm as your owl departed. You unthreaded the scroll and began slowly down the stairs as you read it. By the second line of words, your throat went dry. You could feel your heart beginning to throb painfully as the back of your eyes began to sting. 

You sped through the remainder of the letter a sob ripping from your throat as the words sunk into your skin. Your vision blurred and you grasped at the stone wall to your right. The wind tore overhead, suddenly the pleasant breeze felt threatening. You crashed downwards, the stone step you sat on causing shivers to conquer your body. You let tears drip down your cheeks and slide off your chin as you raked your hands through your hair. Another cry unlodged itself from your throat and echoed around you. You pulled one of your hands from your hair slamming it over your mouth as you squeeze your eyes shut in mental agony. You bit your lip harshly bringing your shaking hands to your cheeks and wiping them dry. You gasped in a sharp breath blinking furiously to keep the tears at bay. Finally, you shoved the letter into your robe pocket and stood continuing down the stairs as if nothing had happened. 

You saw this coming, you thought, you knew it would, why are you so surprised?

You shake your head blinking rapidly again. You slipped into the castle feeling emptier than usual, your heart still aching, your head starting to. You ran your tongue over your lips, feeling just how dry they were. Water rose to your eyes again and you swore, leaning your head back and squeezing them shut. 

“Y/n?” 

You snapped your head forward, eyes opening wide.

“Are you okay?” James asked walking towards you, concern etched into his sharp features. 

“Uh, hey James.” You spoke attempting to sound normal and failing miserably as your voice came out in a croak. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

He didn’t believe you, he narrowed his eyes, “Are you sure?”

You coughed attempting to clear your suddenly clogged throat, “Yeah seriously, I’m fine.” 

“You don’t look like it.” He responded eyebrows still furrowed. 

“Thanks.” You muttered sarcastically attempting a small smile. 

James felt his ears grow hot, hoping you didn’t notice in the dull light of his wand, “I-I didn’t mean it like that.” he spoke quickly, “I mean you look pretty today, umm I mean you always look pretty and uhh you just look a little worn out...But like not in a bad way! Just you uhh-”

Your giggle cut his rambles short, you bite your lip looking down at your feet, “You’re fine James, I was only joking.” You mumbled.

“Oh.” He replied sheepishly his cheeks flaming. 

The hallway fell into an awkward silence, tension feeling thick, like the air on a humid day. 

James coughed uncomfortably, “Do you want me to walk you to your common room?” he asked ruffling his hair, something you had the sudden urge to do. 

“Yeah, that would be nice.” You smiled sticking your hands in your pockets. You felt the letter you stowed away in your hand and you swallowed another sob. 

The two of you walked in silence, the only noise being your shoes on the floors of the castle. 

Your mind reeled, the words replaying, still raw in your head. 

You’re always gone at that boarding school. I never even see you anymore… I don’t know y/n/n we just lost something.  

You could feel tears begin to well again, your world falling blurry.  

 I just don’t love you anymore. I’m sorry.

You couldn’t hold it back anymore. You let out a strangled whimper halting where you stood and burying your head in your hands as your body shook. 

James turned toward you in alarm, his heart throbbed as you cried into your hands attempting to muffle the sound. He stood there for a second before taking a step towards you and wrapping his arms around you shaking form. 

You leaned into his touch, your head thumping as you wailed into the boy’s chest, your hands still pressed to your face. 

“Hey, you’re okay.” James cooed as he gently ran his hand down your back, “You’re gonna be okay.” 

He continued whispering sweet nothings in your ears, until you calmed a considerable amount, your sobs turning into shaky breaths and small sniffles. 

Your face felt hot, embarrassment took you over as your head began to clear. You pushed yourself from James’ hold.

“I’m sorry,” You chocked out, “I must look pathetic right now and I barely know you and I’m a fucking mess, I’m so sorry James.” you gushed attempting to wipe your face clean. 

James looked confused, “Y/n you have nothing to apologize for.” he spoke so softly you almost swooned. 

You stood quietly shifting back and forth on your feet, unsure what you were supposed to do now.

“What happened?” James asked, “If someone hurt you y/n I will beat-”

You laughed lightly, “No one hurt me, James, I just um.” You took a large breath release it slowly, “I just got dumped.” 

James's eyes widened, “Oh.”

“Yeah,” You huffed picking at your lips, “I mean it wasn't like I didn't see it coming, we had barely seen each other at all for the past year and honestly I don't think I have loved him since then, but we were together for so long, it just hurts. And I guess I’m just scared to be alone again.” You laughed bitterly at your own self-pitying rant.

“Did he just break up with you tonight?” James asked he seemed to hold a mixture of anger and concern in his dark eyes. 

“Well umm, he’s a muggle.” You spoke awkwardly, “I just received the letter.” 

“Oh.” James mentally slapped himself for repeating that word so many times. 

You chuckled stiffly, “It really shouldn’t be that big of a deal, I mean I saw it coming, I just didn’t think it would happen this soon.” 

“Obviously it’s a big deal y/n, you can be sad after a breakup.” He smiled down at you a certain shine in his eyes telling you there was more. “Do you still have the letter by any chance?”

You tilted your head in confusion, “I do.” You answered hesitantly, “Why?” 

“Wanna burn it?” 

You never wanted to do anything more. 

The two of you sat shoulder to shoulder in the astronomy tower watching as the letter your ex-boyfriend had sent burned. You felt a sense of relief as it turned to ash, its words and meaning disintegrating before your eyes. You sighed suddenly feeling exhausted as if someone had flipped a switch and drained you of all your energy. Your eyelids became heavy, breaths became longer and soon you felt yourself drifting into a dreamless sleep. 

James felt a light pressure on his shoulder and turned to see your head resting on it. Your y/h/c hair gleamed in the light of the small fire you had created. He smiled softly carefully brushing the loose strands of y/h/c from your face. He then leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead, his heart thumping as his cheeks flushed red. 

He softly shook his head, what was he doing?

You and James grew surprisingly close, surprisingly quickly. It was frightening how well you got along. Whispers coated the halls of some secret relationship that blossomed between you. You always laughed it off as James grew pink and denied it entirely. 

The head boy had come to terms with his feelings for you the moment you fell asleep on his shoulder and he had been forced to carry you back to your common room solve an impossible riddle and get you in bed.  

He wasn't as smooth as he thought he was when it came to you. When he had liked other girls it was easy, he would just make a few flirtatious remarks ad then ask them out, but with you, it was complicated. 

First, there was the fact that you just got out of a two and a half year relationship. Then the fact that your mother was McGonagall. And of course, the fact that every time he tried to confess to you his words would get lodged in his throat and refuse to move. 

Day after day he told himself he would tell you, he would share the feelings that lodged themselves into his brain and heart. But as cliche, as it sounded days, turned into weeks and weeks turned into months and soon he was sitting across from you in the library thinking about how badly he wanted to push your hair from your face and decorate your neck with hickeys. 

But he kept his mouth closed cursing himself for every moment he let tick by which he didn't hold you in his arms. 

When he hit month four Sirius said he was hopeless and Remus agreed. James had become completely intoxicated by you. The dreams he had of you becoming lewd, looking you in the eyes became difficult as he could only think of how your lips would taste. 

Month five rolled around and James had decided he was hopeless, he had tried desperately to convey the message he kept bottled to you, but for being so smart you were extremely oblivious. Then the unthinkable happened. 

“James, can you stay after class please,” McGonagal asked, her voice sharp, but her eyes soft. 

James nodded numbly his mind wandering back to you, wondering if you had eaten enough for breakfast, you had slept in and only gotten there for the last five minutes. Maybe he would grab you a snack from the kitchens on his way to his next class and drop it off for you. Slughorn wouldn't mind if he was a bit late to potions.  

The class was dismissed and he stood from his seat absentmindedly standing to leave.

“James!” McGonagall called and he snapped back to attention. 

He walked up to her desk and stared at the women, deja vu making him blink rapidly. 

“I'm not going to beat around the bush Potter, I know you like my daughter,” McGonagall spoke peering at the now blushing boy over her glasses. 

James sputtered desperately for an answer, looking for a sentence to deny such a claim but he was cut off.

“James, I’m not here to hear your denial, I am here to beg you to ask her out.” 

And his brain exploded again. 

“She talks about you constantly, she cannot get out a sentence without your name being in it, it is simply ridiculous. Even worse you are getting spacey not only in the classroom but on the field. We almost lost our last game because you couldn't keep your head in the game. So please for both of your sakes, just ask her out.” McGonagall stared at the boy, looking desperate.

After a moment of silence, James spoke: “You aren’t mad that I like her?”  He chose his words carefully, not sure if he was on thin ice or not.

“No James.” The professor sighed, “If any of the boys in this school were to date her I would hope it to be you, I know you, you’re a good kid.” She admitted painfully. 

“You actually want me to ask her out?” James asked hesitantly, unsure if it was a type of test or if he was going crazy.

“Yes, James.” She huffed, “Please just do it so I don't have to hear about how adorable you look in hoodies ever again.” 

James flushed again, “Y/n said I look cute in hoodies?” 

“Oh, Merlin.” She muttered under her breath, “Just do it James.” 

And with that, he ushered him out the door. 

You hummed quietly, music blasting far too loudly through your walkman, you lay on your back a book held above your head as you thumbed through it. 

You didn't take notice of your roommate busting into the room, a giggle on her lips as she smiled brightly. 

She called out your name twice, groaning and rolling her eyes before walking over to you and plucking the headphones from your ears. 

You sent her a glare. 

“Don’t glare at me,” She huffed, “I'm just here to tell you that James Potter is waiting outside the common room for you.”

“He is?” You asked. You were pretty sure you didn't have plans with him today. 

“No, I’m making it up.” She scowled rolling her eyes. 

“Okay, okay, I'm going.” You exhaled loudly pushing yourself from the bed. 

You wandered down the spiral stairs waving to a couple of people who seemed to be staring. You noticed a few girls whispering something to each other before catching your gaze, almost looking… jealous?

You frowned before exiting the common room.

“Hey James, what’s up…”  Your voice died in your throat at the sight in front of you. There stood a blushing mess of a boy, a bouquet of bright yellow roses and daisies grasped in his hands. He was adorned in his school pants and dress shirt, a yellow hoodie thrown over it, his dark curly hair springing from underneath its hood making him look positively adorable. 

He refused to meet your eye, his cheeks so red you swear they must have been on fire.

You felt your own cheeks heat as you stared up at him, his glasses perched lazily at the end of his nose as he stared at his feet. 

He finally raised his gaze meeting your own and instantly regretted it. Your head was tilted slightly in confusion, your cheeks dusted pink, your eyes wide, shining with a doe-like innocence. You were simply stunning. 

He pushed his glasses up his nose nervously and he spoke. He spoke the words he had wanted to say for five months. 

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Your heart stopped, jaw-dropping eyes growing wider, you were left completely speechless as your mind reeled with the words he just spoke.  

James’ throat went dry and he nervously fiddled with his glasses again, “I totally get it if you don't feel the same way, I just I can't stop thinking about you, and honestly I just couldn't keep it bottled up anymore.”

You just stood there. So stunned your mouth forgot how to move. 

“Say something,” James spoke his voice practically a whimper. 

You still didn't speak, you weren't sure you trusted your words at that moment, so instead, you took two steps forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his lips onto yours. 

The kiss was messy at first, your noses collided at the speed you pulled James towards you, his arms soon reached around you, bouquet still secured in one hand as he straightened you and plunged his tongue into your mouth. He tasted like honey and cinnamon. His scent surrounded you, the soft odor of expensive cologne and the tinge of sweat. 

You pulled away slowly lips still touching a moment after the kiss broke, breath mingling as you looked up into his deep eyes, you could feel yourself begin to fall into them, your heart pounding at an inhuman rate. 

“I love you too James.” You whispered and the smile he wore was brighter than anything you could ever imagine. 

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The Unforgivable Curses

Requested by @e-b-immortal: How about a witch reader x tommy shelby again But she just save john with magic and kill the enemies

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Female!Witch!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, magic, murder, death, spoilers?, angst

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Watching what would have been her brother-in-law’s death was mortifying. Tommy sent her to watch over his cousin and brother, her secret no longer a secret helping him in his decision making, and she soon agreed with his point. His original concern had to do with the black hands, hers now related to the uneasiness her gut held. It was too...weird.

Nothing was “normal” in her life, but this was a different kind of peculiar. This was an evil kind of peculiar.

Like time was moving in slow motion, her head whipped around to spot a gun beginning to rise. It was all the time she needed to simply whip out her wand and apparate in front of John then grab him and Michael and apparate out of the way. Esme was already out of their line of fire, so she was safe and didn’t require saving. The gypsy woman watched her sister-in-law with wide eyes that contained a pleasant mix of horror and awe. Y/n grinned before ducking down to dodge a bullet that flew at her head.

The bullet she dodged had just slightly grazed John’s shoulder. It still caught him off guard enough to cause panic to emit from his mouth. A loud cry rang through Y/n’s ears and summoned a beast inside her, one Newt had yet to discover. Her wizard friend was too far away to make the discovery now though.

“Arresto momentum!” Her spell made the unrealistic rate of speed real. Time really was moving in slow motion. She watched as every bullet moved slower than a sloth. The Shelbys, and Gray, behind her held three equal doses of confusion but their amusement was fleeting

The thing was, she wasn’t done yet. A darkness clouded her eyes.

Of course, Esme had been filled in on the different spells and what they could do, Tommy and the rest of the family as well, but Esme was the most observant involving the craft. She felt her skin pale and her heart drop to her stomach when she realized what was going to happen next. Tempted to reach out for her sister in law, had she not held back by her husband, she screamed.

“Don’t do it! It’s not worth it, there are different ways! Muggle ways!”

“What are you talking about, Esme?” John narrowed his eyes at his wife.

She turned to her husband with an urgent pleading expression. “Remember? The unforgivable curses, dumbass!” Esme swatted at him but quickly gave up. She was wasting time. “Y/n said that witches and wizards usually are corrupted by the fuckin’ dark curses! She swore to never take part in them!”

John gulped. He developed Esme’s fearful exterior within seconds, exchanging glances with Michael and then running at the same time as his cousin to Y/n.

“What the hell are you doing!? Get off!” She tried to nudge Michael away softly, but his grip on her wand wielding wrist never relented. “Don’t make me do this.” A sincere warning that he ignored yet again. Her other hand grabbed the wand and aimed it towards Michael, “Depulso!”

Michael began moving backwards. He looked to John with a stern nod of his head. They would do everything in their power to prevent Y/n from losing her innocence in her magic. However, Y/n was quick to spot him, flipping her aim as she shouted, “Depulso!”

Fortunately, John observed her when she did the same to Michael. He dodged it and continued pacing forward. Every shout of the spell he managed to just barely miss. Unfortunately, Y/n had now observed John.

“Incarcerous!” Ropes flew at the blinder and tied with unimaginable strength. He was left tied up and shouting, no way to stop Y/n. The shouts only quieted for a moment. A moment in which Y/n gave John a soft empathetic look before turning and following through with her plan. The look told him wordlessly that this was the only way. To trust her.

“Expelliarmus!” The guns flew in every which way, the slow motion’s affect drawing out a small snicker from John. Which elicited a glare from Esme.

The slow motion spell lingered away with the guns, and the men previously holding them looked around desperately. Some men jumped off to grab their weapons once they’d spotted their spots on the ground, but were practically thrown- the literal effect of the spell- back by the words murmured by Y/n.

“Everte statum!” Esme held her breath subconsciously. Y/n had yet to speak the one spell she told the group that she so greatly despised. She had yet to corrupt herself. “Expulso!” The guns broke apart, exploding where they lied, thus preventing the enemies from using their weapons.

Time returned to it’s feeling. The spell was no longer there, but they swore time had slowed again. Esme almost whipped her head around to Y/n to ask what she’d done until she noticed it wasn’t the spell.

It was like a film in the theatre; an entire movie that felt like it went on for years when really it was no more than an hour. A film that flashed the mafia’s life before their own eyes, the four across from them just characters they never asked for. A film that would be their last.

“Avada kedavra!” The words left her mouth with only slight hesitation. She convinced herself it was the only way, a repetition of the phrase to herself was the small nudge she needed to give into the curse and kill the men in front of her and her family.

A few moments passed, Y/n unmoving, standing in the same spot for the small bit of time before she turned and walked to John. “Let me see your shoulder.”

“What? No!”

Esme swatted his arm, “Let her see it, you fucking bloody idiot!”

He groaned before extending his arm and moving his night shirt over the wounded shoulder. A wince left his mouth as the cold air nipped at his bloody skin on display. “Vulnera sanentur.” The pain was gone and his wound was slowly mending itself.

Y/n turned and removed herself from their conversation for the second time. She sat upon the stairs, arm resting on her lap and her cheek held up by her palm. Esme watched with a furrow of her brows. She felt bad for Y/n, afraid even. When they’d discussed spells together, the mention of the killing curse had spooked Y/n.

It was a joke, at first. Esme was jabbing at the Blinders’ work, but then a question involving the killing part of the job popped up. Y/n assured her over and over that it wasn’t her fault, but now she couldn’t help but feel a massive wave of guilt. Y/n had just preformed the one spell she said she could never bring herself to do. Had she truly been corrupted? Was her warning true? Was she not an exception of dark magic’s addicting ways?

“It isn’t over, you know? They’re still out there, and from the looks of it, they don’t plan on walking away.” Y/n spoke up, startling the three.

“Well... What are we gonna do about it?”

“Whatever we can. We’ll think of something with the rest when we get back. For now right now though,” she paced around the property, “rather- before we leave, I have to do something. In fact, I’ll do it wherever  we deem necessary.” Her in lawed siblings and cousin waited for more context in her explanation before they heard a familiar spell.

The spell was one she did when they were threatened a different time. The threat was not as big as their current but it was just as, if not a little less, serious. They’d engraved the spell in their minds, thankful to its usefulness, for how grateful they’d been that it exists.

A warm feeling took hold of them; Y/n wasn’t corrupted. Y/n was determined.

“Protego totalum.” (protection spell)