#the minister’s black veil

[academic-vampire]

“…kind and loving, though unloved; and dimly feared.”

-“The Minister’s Black Veil,” Nathaniel Hawthorne

[xeniums]

“he has changed himself into something awful, only by hiding his face”

- nathaniel hawthorne, the minister’s black veil (1836)

A pity that much of the fandom fixates on "person suit" when Bedelia corrects herself in the next sentence and likens his persona to a "human veil". Think about it—think about a face covered by a sheer veil. The mystery and cunning of it. Imagine the horror of a creature that deliberately looks vaguely human, but beneath which could be anything.

[faitsansorganes]

I need to read more Nathanial Hawthorne

[rhera]

[ Know, then, this veil is a type and a symbol, and I am bound to wear it ever, both in light and darkness, in solitude and before the gaze of multitudes, and as with strangers, so with my familiar friends.

No mortal eye will see it withdrawn. This dismal shade must separate me from the world: ... ] — The Minister's Black Veil

Senso (1954) Inglourious Basterds (2009) Double Indemnity (1944) Anna Karenina (2012) Moulin Rouge! (2001) Sunset Boulevard (1950) Tess (1979) Ludwig (1973) Now, Voyager (1942) Chinatown (1974)

[forthegothicheroine]

In Hawthorne City, the welcome sign [would be] spelled out in scarlet letters. All the houses have a legally mandated seven gables. A marble faun is erected in the Common. Every minister at every church wears a black veil. Its favorite Halloween decoration is the scarecrow instead of the witch. The bars have names like The Great Stone Face and The Elixir of Life, and the hotels names like The Ambitious Guest and, well, the Hawthorne Hotel. And the high school mascot has a high forehead and a mustache. This could have been Salem had the Witch Trials never happened. I mean, not literally, but Salem would most likely only have been famous for being the city that gave us Nathaniel Hawthorne, the author who gave us The Scarlet Letter and The House of the Seven Gables, Young Goodman Brown and The Birth-Mark, Ethan Brand and Wakefield. The author who Herman Melville called the American Shakespeare. Whom Edgar Allen Poe called "one of the few men of indisputable genius to whom our country has as yet given birth." On the other hand, had the Salem Witch Trials never happened, we might not have had the Nathaniel Hawthorne we all are supposed to read in high school

J.W. Ocker, A Season with the Witch: The Magic and Mayhem of Halloween in Salem, Massachusetts

[cantstoplovingjude]

Underneath the Black Veil: Victor Premium

This is from Ikemen Villains EN, Cybird owns everything.

(The mission's all done. And now...)

Victor: "Will you marry me, Kate?"

Kate: "......"

Kate: "What...?"

(Huh?)

She blinked at me, her eyes wide and darling.

Victor: "I said, let's get married."

Kate: "Um, I..."

Victor: "The followers will wake up soon, right? They think the wedding ceremony is going on as planned this afternoon."

Victor: "But if the bride and groom suddenly disappear, alongside their leader..."

Kate: "They'll be anxious."

Victor: "Exactly."

She finally understood what I meant and nodded.

Victor: "I have your wedding dress. Go on and change."

Kate: "O-okay!"

==========

A few hours later, I stood in the chapel where we originally planned to have the wedding.

Followers: "Congratulations!"

The door opened and Kate appeared, wearing a jet-black wedding dress.

She looked as if she walked with the night trailing behind her. I couldn't take my eyes off her.

Victor: "You look so beautiful, Kate."

Victor: "Just as I imagined... No, you look even more beautiful than I imagined."

Kate: "Thank y..."

She was about to speak but then looked startled.

She was looking at the minister who stood by the altar.

(No wonder she's surprised.)

The man wore a veil over his face just like the leader from earlier.

Victor: "Don't worry. This is the new minister I brought with me."

Kate: "A new minister?"

Victor: "The followers here just believed in a man who said love is eternal."

Victor: "Worship isn't a bad thing. It can give you emotional support and a community."

Kate: "Victor..."

Everyone had the freedom to believe and live for whatever they wanted.

Victor: "From now on, this place will be somewhere that can truly support couples who are looking for eternal love."

Minister: "Ahem. Shall we move onto the vows now?"

(Oops.)

Kate and I looked at each other and smiled.

Victor: "Oh, of course."

Kate: "Yes, of course."

Minister: "We'll start with the groom."

Victor: "Kate..."

Victor: "I swear to protect you for the rest of my life."

Victor: "You'll promise eternity to me, won't you? My darling bride."

Of course, the vows we said were all the false.

But whoever gained the privilege to exchange them with Kate for real one day was truly someone lucky.

Victor: "Will you promise yourself to me?"

Kate: "Yes! Of course. I promise to love you forever."

Victor: "Ahaha. Thank you for that enthusiastic reply, Kate."

(Even though it's a fake vow, it still makes me happy.)

Minister: "I hereby acknowledge their true love and bestow unto them eternal love. Now, exchange a kiss to seal your vows."

(Oh, a kiss... Now what should we do?)

A kiss was a part of the vows. And even though our wedding was fake, this was no exception.

I looked at her and noticed her body was tense and anxious.

(She's so serious, honest, and adorable.)

Victor: "Turn this way, Kate."

Kate: "O-okay..."

I hugged her and pulled her close, turning us away from the followers.

Then I covered her mouth with my palm and kissed her over it.

Followers: "Yay! Congratulations!"

Follower in Glasses: "So wonderful! What a beautiful couple!"

Brunette Follower: "Aren't they? May the two of you have eternal love!"

Victor: "Save the real kiss for the person you actually marry."

I whispered that to her and gave her a smile.

Victor: "All right! Now, I'd like to thank you for hosting such a beautiful wedding for us!"

Follower in Glasses: "Thank us?"

Victor: "Everyone, may I have your attention?"

Victor: "I'm going to shake this jacket like this..."

I made sure to flap my jacket to draw everyone's attention to it.

Victor: "And then..."

Victor: "Look, it's a white dove!"

As promised, a white dove flew out of my jacket.

Victor: "I did it! I really did it!"

Kate: "Pfft, ahaha! Victor, since it's a dove, I can't tell if it was a success or a failure!"

Victor: "Hey..."

Followers: "Ahaha!"

Victor: "One more time! Let me try just once more. Hm, what should I do this time?"

Kate smiled happily as the followers surrounded us.

(I'm glad she's smiling.)

Although I'm the kind of man who could never promise to love you forever...

(Right now, it should be all right simply to make you smile...)

==========

Victor: "That was a fun wedding, wasn't it?"

Kate: "It was. Your magic tricks were really popular."

Victor: "They're probably just being nice. But I'm glad that everyone was smiling and laughing."

Kate: "Me too."

A soft breeze tousled Kate's hair.

(The wind's getting chilly. I don't want her to catch a cold.)

(Maybe I should call for someone soon.)

As those thoughts ran through my mind, she began to speak softly.

Kate: "Victor, can I ask for a reward for successfully completing the mission?"

Victor: "Hm?"

(It's unusual for her to talk like this. It might even be the first time.)

But I wanted to give her everything.

Victor: "Sure, of course. I, Victor, shall give you anything your heart desires!"

Victor: "Now tell me. What do you want?"

She said she wanted a reward for successfully completing the mission.

She sat there in her jet-black wedding dress and spoke with a serious look on her face.

Kate: "The right to listen to you when you go through something sad or painful."

Victor: "Kate..."

(Oh, I see.)

-Flashback-

Victor: "I've experienced a lifetime's worth of pain and suffering, Kate."

Victor: "And I got tired of being held captive by it..."

-Flashback Ends-

(She was remembering what I said back then.)

Kate: "Oh, um. I won't force you or anything. I'm sure there are things you don't want to talk about."

Kate: "But when there are days you think you can't get through on your own, will you come to me?"

Kate: "I might not be as good at listening as you are, but for anything you tell me, my lips will sealed like a vault!"

Victor: "Pfft, ahaha! Like a vault!"

She was so serious, but I couldn't help but laugh.

So precious and adorable.

Victor: "You're much too cute to be like a cold, steel vault."

Victor: "But I really appreciate it."

Victor: "So I can call on you anytime then?"

Kate: "Yes! Of course, Victor."

She showed me the biggest smile so far today.

(Are you smiling like that just at the thought of helping me?)

Victor: "Ahh, just what am I going to do with you?"

Victor: "If you keep being so cute I'll have to drag you down into the darkness with me."

(I'm a man who could easily take everything away from you.)

(Should I just...)

Victor: "Just kidding."

I gave her my usual businesslike smile, and she smiled back at me.

(There are a lot of things I can't tell you. But...)

Victor: "It was such a lovely day, I'd hate to head home. Shall we play together a little longer first?"

End Premium.

[readingsquotes]

"When the chief prosecutor of the international criminal court (ICC) announced he was seeking arrest warrants against Israeli and Hamas leaders, he issued a cryptic warning: “I insist that all attempts to impede, intimidate or improperly influence the officials of this court must cease immediately.”

...Now, an investigation by the Guardian and the Israeli-based magazines +972 and Local Call can reveal how Israel has run an almost decade-long secret “war” against the court. The country deployed its intelligence agencies to surveil, hack, pressure, smear and allegedly threaten senior ICC staff in an effort to derail the court’s inquiries.

Israeli intelligence captured the communications of numerous ICC officials, including Khan and his predecessor as prosecutor, Fatou Bensouda, intercepting phone calls, messages, emails and documents.

..

Since it was established in 2002, the ICC has served as a permanent court of last resort for the prosecution of individuals accused of some of the world’s worst atrocities. It has charged the former Sudanese president Omar al-Bashir, the late Libyan president Muammar Gaddafi and most recently, the Russian president, Vladimir Putin.

Khan’s decision to seek warrants against Netanyahu and his defence minister, Yoav Gallant, along with Hamas leaders implicated in the 7 October attack, marks the first time an ICC prosecutor has sought arrest warrants against the leader of a close western ally.

The allegations of war crimes and crimes against humanity that Khan has levelled against Netanyahu and Gallant all relate to Israel’s eight-month war in Gaza, which according to the territory’s health authority has killed more than 35,000 people.

...

Hacked emails and monitored calls

Five sources familiar with Israel’s intelligence activities said it routinely spied on the phone calls made by Bensouda and her staff with Palestinians. Blocked by Israel from accessing Gaza and the West Bank, including East Jerusalem, the ICC was forced to conduct much of its research by telephone, which made it more susceptible to surveillance.

Thanks to their comprehensive access to Palestinian telecoms infrastructure, the sources said, intelligence operatives could capture the calls without installing spyware on the ICC official’s devices.

“If Fatou Bensouda spoke to any person in the West Bank or Gaza, then that phone call would enter [intercept] systems,” one source said. Another said there was no hesitation internally over spying on the prosecutor, adding: “With Bensouda, she’s black and African, so who cares?”. ......

One of the sources said the Shin Bet even installed Pegasus spyware, developed by the private-sector NSO Group, on the phones of multiple Palestinian NGO employees, as well as two senior Palestinian Authority officials.

Keeping tabs on the Palestinian submissions to the ICC’s inquiry was viewed as part of the Shin Bet’s mandate, but some army officials were concerned that spying on a foreign civilian entity crossed a line, as it had little to do with military operations.

“It has nothing to do with Hamas, it has nothing to do with stability in the West Bank,” one military source said of the ICC surveillance. Another added: “We used our resources to spy on Fatou Bensouda – this isn’t something legitimate to do as military intelligence.”

...

Three sources briefed on Cohen’s activities said they understood the spy chief had tried to recruit Bensouda into complying with Israel’s demands during the period in which she was waiting for a ruling from the pre-trial chamber.

They said he became more threatening after he began to realise the prosecutor would not be persuaded to abandon the investigation. At one stage, Cohen is said to have made comments about Bensouda’s security and thinly veiled threats about the consequences for her career if she proceeded.

[ellisgirl]

Jude Jazza & Ellis Twilight — Villains Want to Embarrass Little Robin Story Event

Chapter 2

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Jude & Ellis: “——!”

(They’re coming here!?)

Sharp claws swoop down, aiming at the crown.

(If the crown is taken away, the veil will come off too—we have to stop that!)

I hold down the crown and bend down.

When the bird's sharp claws were right on top of me—

A black shield filled my vision.

(Eh…..)

I immediately realised that it was Mr. Jude's back.

The flapping sound of the wings soon quiets down.

(What on earth is going on now...?)

Jude: “………”

There was a sleeping bird on Mr. Jude's arm.

(Ah...... Mr. Jude put him to sleep.)

It seems that Mr. Jude's ability to put the subject to sleep is also effective for animals.

Abel: "I'm very sorry, Your Majesty! Are you safe!?”

Jude: “Ellis.”

Ellis: “Yeah.”

The ambassador, who was rushing toward me in a panic, was instantly pinned down by Ellis, who leapt to his feet.

(—No matter when you look at it, it's a great physical ability.)

(When did you go behind me... I couldn't see it at all)

Abel: "Ha, let me go.... Nn!"

Ellis: "...I'm sorry, I can't let you go yet."

Ellis: "I'm going to listen to what you have to say, so please stay still."

Ellis is as calm as he is when he's guessing what tomorrow's breakfast menu will be.

The ministers in attendance groaned when they saw his relaxed attitude.

Jude: "U.S. Ambassador Abel"

Jude: "If this commotion was deliberately instigated, I can't let you leave this palace alive."

I was startled when I heard the sloppy Queen's English.

(Now, Mr. Jude......?)

I finally understood what Ellis meant when he said, "Jude is fine in public."

Although he wears a sword that can't be seen rigidly, his language and attitude are that of the upper class.

Abel: "It's usually a gentle bird!"

Abel: “Sometimes the scent of a particular flower excites it, but I have confirmed that it is not during this audience!”

Mr. Abel desperately made an excuse to Mr. Jude and me.

Ellis: "Floral scent?...Is it sweet and has a bit of coconut flavour?”

Abel: "Eh? That's right..... Why is that?”

Ellis: ".....Hmm, it's nothing."

Abel: "Anyway, it's true! Please believe me!"

Jude: "—First, as soon as there is an incident where your innocence is suspected, I will notify you to your home country and you will be punished immediately.”

Abel: "......I understand."

In response to the cold notice, Mr. Abel nodded with a serious face.

(That expression…..and the sincerity with which he tried to rush over out of concern for Her Majesty seemed to be true.)

(I wonder if such a person is really planning to assassinate......)

—After a while, the investigation ended, and it was decided to move to the dinner party.

Mr. Abel seemed to be a cheerful and carefree person from beginning to end, and my suspicions grew more and more.

However, just as I was about to leave, the minister wearing glasses walked up to me and whispered into my ear.

Glasses Minister: “Your Majesty, please be careful."

Kate: “………?”

Glasses Minister: “The more outwardly attractive they are, the less you can tell what they are thinking in their hearts.”

(......I wonder if that's true)

While twisting my head inside, I nodded quietly.

Jude & Ellis: “……..”

——

At the dinner table, there were a lot of dishes.

The ambassador offers wine and engages in conversations with ministers about trade and politics.

(Thanks to my knowledge of the conversation, I can barely make sense of it.)

(That alone makes me feel like I can sit here without being overwhelmed by anxiety... After all, knowledge is important.)

Mr. Jude was standing behind me like a guard, and Ellis was at the other end of the table looking over the whole thing.

When I finished eating the main dish and got drunk moderately.

Abel: “By the way, do you keep the veil on when you eat?"

Kate: “……!”

Suddenly, Mr. Abel spoke directly to me, and my heart skipped a beat.

(Victor taught me how to eat with the veil on.)

(That's why I thought Her Majesty usually wears a veil..... It's right, isn't it?)

I hesitate and nod for a moment.

Jude: "It's very rare for Her Majesty to have a meal with others like this."

Jude: “She has a sore throat today, so it's difficult for her to speak."

Abel: "Oh, that's right! I'm honoured to have you on a special occasion."

(Thank you, but I'm afraid of what will happen if I owe you too much...)

I glance back and my eyes meet with amethyst eyes.

Jude: “……..”

The thin lips were thinly distorted.

Abel: "But why? Is there anything you don't want to be seen?"

Abel: "If that's not the case, wouldn't it be easier to eat if you remove the veil at the time of meals?”

Jude: “……..”

(This person is aware of my true identity...?)

The way he constantly asked me so bluntly made my heart skip a beat,

Ellis: “Ah”

A clash, and the cracking sound of the pottery resounded.

Ellis: "...I'm sorry, I broke it when I leaned against it."

(Ellis….!?)

Ellis was looking down at the large broken vase in the same tone as usual.

Chubby minister: "That's a vase that Her Majesty cherishes...!!"

Ellis: “I see. How much is this?"

Chubby Minister: "Hmm... £100 is a piece of crap... No, it's not a matter of price...!"

Ellis: "I see... I'm sorry, Your Majesty."

(I'm sorry...)

When our eyes meet, Ellis smiles at me to make me feel at ease.

I have no choice but to nod while apologising to Her Majesty the Queen in my heart.

(I think I understand the reason why "this guy is dangerous."…..)

(Ellis doesn't choose too many means to achieve his goals.)

Abel: "Hahaha! Her Majesty is a big man. She is calm even if her precious vase is broken!”

Abel: "Even if I can't see the face behind the veil, I was able to get a glimpse of Her Majesty's personality from her behaviour just now!"

I don't know, but it seems that he made a good impression on being the American ambassador who smiles like the sun.

(Relying on these two would make my debt and property damage a hell of a lot...)

(I also have to be able to respond properly—!)

…

Despite my determination, a cat broke into the room, the tablecloth caught fire, and other disturbances broke out, and the dinner party ended with a far-from-quiet atmosphere.

——

(I'm tired......)

Kate: "Tonight, I was planning to sleep in Her Majesty's room..."

Ellis: "Yeah, that's the plan, but... are you worried? Shall I sleep with you? ”

Kate: "Oh, thank you. It's okay, I can sleep alone."

Jude: "The door to the room is locked, and only people inside the palace can open it from the outside."

Kate: "Is that so? If that's the case, it's safe."

Jude & Ellis: “…….”

Kate: "Does an assassination plan really exist..."

Kate: "I just can't think of a person who is planning such a thing as Mr. Abel."

Jude: "...If you could understand the mindset of a villain, all the criminals in the world would be in jail."

Jude: "There's no point in making your little head work in vain, go to sleep."

A knock at my head made me stare back in annoyance, but Mr. Jude had long since turned his back on me.

Ellis: "Just like Jude said, don't worry too much."

Ellis: ".....Good night, Miss Kate. See you tomorrow.”

Kate: "Hmm... Thank you, Ellis. Good night."

(Certainly, there's no point in thinking about it, huh.)

(......Let's sleep early in preparation for tomorrow)

…

Jude: "And what about the movement?"

Ellis: "Two people entered and exited the room. One of them was with the one who approached the crown."

Jude: “Tch...... I'm sure I'll be working late night overtime. Damn it."

Ellis: "Ah, I'm glad you're coming with me."

Jude: “Stop wasting your breath and get your arse in gear.”

Ellis: "...Miss Kate, I hope you're sleeping.”

Ellis: “If you're awake, you can just quickly rely on me."

Jude: "Maybe if we gave her a little sex education, she wouldn't be so eager to take on these disgusting missions." //Hey what do you mean by a little? I want an extra full class of that🙋🏻‍♀️

Jude: “She's a real pain in the ass.”

Masterlist

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[archiveikemen]

'Villain Wants To Bother The Little Robin' Story Event: Chapter 2

Jude Jazza & Ellis Twilight Route

This is a fan-made translation solely for entertainment purposes with no guaranteed perfection. I do not own any of the original content. Please support CYBIRD by buying their stories and playing their games. Reblogs appreciated.

❥･• Warnings and FAQ

Jude • Ellis: —!

(It’s coming this way!?)

The parrot flew towards the crown, attempting to grab it with its sharp talons.

(The veil will come off if the crown is taken — I have to stop it!)

I held the crown to my head and bent down.

When the parrot’s feet came closer—

My view was obstructed by a black coat.

(Huh…)

It didn't take me long to realise that it was Jude’s back in front of me.

I heard the sound of rustling feathers before the room fell silent.

(What on earth is going on…?)

Jude: …

In Jude’s hands was the parrot that had fallen limp, like it was asleep.

(Oh… Jude put it to sleep.)

Jude’s curse ability to make people fall asleep also worked on animals.

Abel: I am terribly sorry, Your Majesty! Is everything alright!?

Jude: Ellis.

Ellis: Got it.

Ellis leapt at the panicking ambassador and pinned him down, swiftly restraining him.

(— His physical ability never fails to amaze me, no matter how many times I see it.)

(The ambassador didn’t even notice when Ellis got behind him.)

Abel: L- Let go of me…!

Ellis: … Sorry, I can’t allow you to leave.

Ellis: I’ll listen to your side of the story… so stay still.

Ellis remained calm, as if he were guessing the menu for tomorrow’s breakfast.

The ministers present were astonished by his nonchalant attitude.

Jude: American Ambassador Abel.

Jude: Should your act of disturbance be determined to have been premeditated, you shall not be allowed to depart from this palace alive.

I couldn't help but feel surprised when I heard Jude speak in perfectly fluent Queen’s english.*

*And Niki does not know how to write in Queen’s english. Niki is not English, sadly.

(Just now, Jude…?)

I finally understood what Ellis meant when he said that Jude was capable of proper behaviour when in public.

Despite maintaining the air of danger surrounding him, his language and demeanour were refined.

Abel: That bird is usually very tame!

Abel: Although it gets excited when it smells a certain flower, I am certain that’s not the case this time!

Abel desperately tried to explain himself to Jude and I.

Ellis: The smell of flowers? … Are you talking about a sweet smell, like coconut?

Abel: Huh? That’s right… but why do you ask?

Ellis: … Nothing.

Abel: Whatever it is, I’m telling you the truth! Please believe me!

Jude: — If ever it is discovered that you may not be innocent, be prepared to send word to your home country, for we shall take action and execute your punishment immediately.

Abel: … I- I understand.

In response to the cold and stern warning, Abel nodded with a sincere look.

(That facial expression… and the way he showed genuine concern towards Her Majesty, they don’t seem to be just an act.)

(I wonder if someone like him is really plotting an assassination attempt…)

— The audience ended shortly afterwards, and it was time to move to the banquet.

Abel remained cheerful and unbothered throughout, further increasing my doubts.

However, when I was about to take my leave, a minister wearing glasses approached me and whispered into my ear.

Bespectacled Minister: Please be careful, Your Majesty.

Kate: …?

Bespectacled Minister: The better someone looks on the outside, the harder it is to tell what is truly on their mind.

(... I- Is that so?)

I inwardly cocked my head in puzzlement, and nodded in silence.

Jude • Ellis: …

…

The dinner table was lined with luxurious dishes.

While pouring wine, the ambassador conversed with the ministers at the table, discussing politics and trade.

(Thanks to the little bit of knowledge I tried to equip myself with beforehand, I can vaguely understand their conversations.)

(Because I have that knowledge, I feel less nervous to be sitting here… it turns out that my preparations were important after all.)

Jude was standing behind me like a bodyguard, while Ellis stood at the opposite end of the table and kept an eye on the whole room.

After the main course of the dinner, the alcohol started to kick in.

Abel: Speaking of which, does Your Majesty always keep the veil on while dining?

Kate: …!

My heart nearly popped out of my chest when Abel spoke directly to me all of a sudden.

(Victor taught me how to dine with the veil on.)

(That’s why I thought that Her Majesty regularly wears a veil… is that correct?)

I hesitated, and gave a late nod in response.

Jude: Her Majesty seldom dines in the presence of others.

Jude: Her Majesty has a bad throat today, she is therefore unable to speak.

Abel: Oh, I see! It is my greatest pleasure to be given the honour of being here during this very special occasion.

(As much as I’m grateful to him for helping me cover up, I’m worried about the consequences of being this indebted to Jude…)

I turned to look behind me, and my eyes met his amethyst eyes.

Jude: … 😏

His thin lips lifted into a smirk.

Abel: But why do you wear a veil? Is there something you want to hide?

Abel: Otherwise, wouldn't it be much easier to dine without the veil?

Jude: …

(Has this man figured out who I am…?)

My heart hammered uncomfortably against my chest at his extremely direct questioning — just then,

Ellis: Ah.

SMASH! The sound of pottery shattering echoed through the room.

Ellis: … I’m sorry. I leaned on it a little, and then it broke.

(Ellis…!?)

Ellis tone was no different from his usual, and he simply stared down at the large broken vase.

Plump Minister: T- That vase is highly cherished by Her Majesty…!

Ellis: I see. How much does it cost? :)

Plump Minister: A… a hundred pounds is no large sum… no, its monetary value is not what's important here…!

Ellis: Oh, really… sorry, Your Majesty.

(S-Sorry…?)

Our eyes met, and Ellis gave me a reassuring smile.

I nodded, while at the same time apologising profusely to Her Majesty in my heart.

(I think… I get why Jude said that Ellis is crazy.)

(Ellis is more than willing to use any means necessary to fulfil his purpose.)

Abel: Hahaha! Maintaining your composure although your precious vase was broken, you truly are magnanimous, Your Majesty!

Abel: Despite not being able to see your face behind the veil, I am still able to see Your Majesty's personality through your actions!

I wasn't very certain about it, but I felt that I had given the ambassador a good impression of myself as Her Majesty.

(If I rely entirely on the two of them, the amount of debt and damaged property will be too much to bear…)

(I must be capable of handling the situation well myself too—!)

My determination was useless.

A huge commotion was caused when a cat ran into the dining hall, and the tablecloth caught fire.

The way in which the dinner came to an end was far from peaceful.

…

(I’m exhausted…)

Kate: The plan is for me to sleep in Her Majesty’s bed chamber tonight… right?

Ellis: Mm-hmm, that’s the plan… are you worried? Do you need me to sleep with you?

Kate: T-Thank you for the offer, but that won't be necessary. I can sleep alone.

Jude: Lock the room door. Only people from the palace can open it from the outside.

Kate: Really? That’s a relief.

Jude • Ellis: …

Kate: I wonder if there really is an assassination plot…

Kate: Judging by his character, I find it hard to believe that Abel would plan such a thing.

Jude: … If criminals were that easy to read, then every single one of them in the world would've been imprisoned by now.

Jude: Wracking that tiny brain of yours is useless, just go to bed.

I shot Jude an annoyed glare when he knocked me on the head, but he already turned his back to me and walked away.

Ellis: Jude is right, you don't have to worry too much.

Ellis: … Good night, Kate. See you tomorrow.

Kate: Mm… thank you, Ellis. Good night.

(There's really no point in overthinking, I guess?)

(... I should go to sleep early, in preparation for tomorrow.)

After Kate went to bed…

Jude: Any changes?

Ellis: Two people entered and left the room. One of them was seen with the person who approached the crown.

Jude: Tch… we’re definitely going to work till late into the night. Damn it.

Ellis: Oh. I’m relieved that you’re coming with me.

Jude: Cut the crap and get moving.

Ellis: … I hope Kate is asleep.

Ellis: She’ll surely be frightened if she’s awake.

Jude: It'd be better to scare her a little. That way, she won't so recklessly accept such awful missions ever again.

Jude: She’s one troublesome princess.

[rosewaterandivy]

psychopomp

Summary: psychopomp - a conductor of souls to the afterworld.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader, if you squint (it's really more of a study in grief/writing exercise)

WC: 972

Warnings/Themes: violence, general sad times, grief, etc.

A/N: Happy Friday! This has been rattling around my brain for a minute. Maybe it's something, maybe it's nothing. Regardless, have at it.

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Nota bene: Reblogging, commenting, and liking my work is always appreciated; reposting, however, is not.

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He makes sure Robin gets out, and the kids too.

But not him.

Beaten black and blue, his luck could only go so far.

Months go by, and Dustin never stops listening. Turning the dial as if it’s a clock to be wound, running through the frequencies desperate for a sign.

It never comes.

Yet hope remains eternal.

Cold. Damp. 

Belly to the concrete on the roof as the mark and his wife walk the streets of Stockholm.

Crackling and then, “инициировать цель.”

Eye to the scope, trained on the man’s back. A pulse of the trigger, a bloom of blood as he falls to the ground.

Another pull to the trigger, his wife stumbles.

“цель завершена.”

The headlines the next day will read: Prime Minister of Sweden, Olof Palme, Assassinated & Wife Injured. Suspect Still At Large.

Spring bleeds into summer. Hopper’s miraculous return from beyond the grave.

The first thing Robin says to this revenant of a man is,

“Steve?”

A slow shake of his head, pity evident in his gaze. Watches as she wilts like a hot-house flower, eyes glassy with tears.

Robin swallows a sob, nods briefly and turns toe before he can attempt to comfort her.

A year passes, slower than he’d like. 

Dustin gets on well enough, Hellfire and Suzie to keep him occupied.

Occasionally, he’ll zone out for a moment or two. Dip back into the recesses of his memory and recall walks along the train tracks, well-intended advice, and pep talks in the car.

A can of Farrah Fawcett hairspray sits on the bathroom counter. 

He can’t bring himself to use it.

“Hey Henderson,” Eddie nudges him with an elbow. “We lost you there for a minute, you good?”

Dustin nods, turning his attention back to the campaign. Attempts a reassuring smile.

It doesn't reach his eyes.

Muggy. Urban.

Vaguely familiar.

He sits in the dark as directed, and waits. Time passes, as it always does.

The jangling of keys, the door creaking open. 

His hand wrapped around the grip, finger poised on the trigger. 

Tick. Thunk.

A strangled gasp as the body falls to the floor. 

He rises from the chair, steps easily over the man as he wheezes out shallow breaths. 

Aims the pistol to the back of his head, pulls the trigger once more for good measure.

Wipes a bead of blood from his boot and walks out the door to disappear in the night.

Dustin’s running out the door when the phone rings from the kitchen.

He answers it with thinly veiled annoyance, “What.”

“You’ll want to be sitting down for this,” Robin says, voice tremulous.

“Rob, I don’t have time for—-"

“Dustin,” She pleads, emotion thick in her voice. “Please.”

Reluctantly, he sits.

And then his world is turned upside down, yet again. 

Robin speaks in a stuttering staccato, because her brain is moving faster than her mouth, rewiring itself with newly gleaned information. 

In California, Jonathan swears he saw someone who looked exactly like Steve— his mirror image, truly, but vacant behind the eyes. He attempted a wave, a greeting, but a hand clamped down on Steve’s shoulder like a vice and turned him down a side street.

He tried to follow, but when he got there, it was vacant. As if no one had ever stepped foot in that alley. Jonathan is adamant that he wasn’t high at the time, and was in such a panic that he called Nancy immediately from his house.

Who then, in turn, called Robin. Who was now speaking to Dustin in a frantic tone. 

“And you know what’s spooky?” She says, voice falling to a hush, “When he called Steve’s name, he turned or was about to until that guy moved him away.”

Dustin can barely breathe.

It’s his senior year and Steve’s been gone since ‘85. He doesn’t have the time for this, there’s a gravestone in the cemetery declaring that Steven Michael Harrington was a loving son and friend, that’s he’s dearly missed.

Oh god, is he missed.

Dustin should know, the only people who visit it more than him are Robin and Max. Fresh seasonal flowers and the gray marble polished to a high sheen. Momentos and notes from the party, monthly check-ins where they tell him about what’s new in their lives.

“Robin,” Dustin says, brows tilting together. “He’s gone, you know he is.”

She sighs, “I don’t— I don’t want to know that Dustin.”

“I get it, I want to believe he’s out there too.” He shakily stands up from the kitchen table. "But if he was alive, Steve would’ve made his way back to us by now.”

“You’re right.” She eeks out, “I just wanted it to be him,” A wet laugh of disbelief. “I wanted to hope so badly, kid.”

“I know,” Dustin rasps, wicking a tear from his eye. “Me too.”

Hot. Cloying. 

Dilapidated houses and ramshackle fences. 

The grip on his shoulder remains, an echo to remind him.

Obey.

He stops in front of the house, loads the gun.

The man is paranoid, as he should be.

“You can kill my body, and you can take my life but you can never kill my soul. My soul will live forever!” He shouts into the early morning light.

Mechanically, he raises the gun and squeezes off two rounds into the man’s face.

The headlines the next day read: Huey Newton Killed; Was a Co-Founder Of Black Panthers.

Mission completed.

The metallic flavor of copper in his nose. The sweet humming from a raspy voice. The notches of a spine pressing against his skin.

Hard angles. Soft curves. A ruby red tongue brushing over a protruding bottom lip. Bloodlust sated and smiling at him like he’s finally come home.

But still, a sound haunts him. The man on the crowded street, pale in the sunlight, eyes blown wide.

“Steve!”

Who the hell is Steve?

[ricardian-werewolf]

Fanfic Masterlist: Finished Fics:

Rating: Mature Status: FINISHED 5/9/24. Cw/Tws: heavy discussions of mental health, prices of religious trauma and sainthood. Lots of mentions of attempted assassinations by Vasily. Sexual assault mentions, smut in later chapters, graphic depictions of violence, but canon. merzost being used anti-canonically.

Ao3 Link: Masterlist

Stars 'round his wrists.

When I am King, you will be first against the wall.

Take My hand, I'll drown you with me.

But your profile could not hide the fact you knew I was approaching your throne.

The world is lying fallow and you are apart from me.

Holy Water cannot help you now.

Still, I follow the Heartlines on your hand.

Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap.

The Cost of the Crown.

I am a world's forgotten boy.

Once More unto the Breach.

The Sun's turning Red.

Everytime I see you falling, I get down on my knees and pray.

True Faith

Just our hands clasped so tight.

****

Non-Grishaverse FINISHED FIC.

Synopsis:

Atlantic City, 1921. Prohibition has come in with a bang, and the bootleggers long to profit off of people’s desire for spirits. But some of their intentions and creations come with nasty consequences. Sometimes, liquor really can kill. And for Nucky Thompson, that’s a gamble he’s willing to take. Even if federal agents are snapping at his heels, and people are dying in the streets, Atlantic City, is after all, the world’s playground.

Chapter list:

Blood stained sheets

The ivory tower

The tin soldier

A Wolf, a man, and a plan

Every little thing she does is madness.

Leave before the sun comes up

Burning for you

Death Race

The darkest hour is before the dawn

Don’t turn your back

Series: Profunda Venae - Deep veins. 

Chronicling a split off of English history during the weeks after Victoria’s coronation, this series explores the What-Ifs of the English Industrial revolution and the idea of vampires being representative of the ruling class. It also dives into the ideas of class revolution, Nuclear Winter, the usage of productive power to control the narrative, and more. It is also mainly a narrative of just how dangerous controlling the reins of who tells history can truly be.

Written during the hardest years of my life, this series was created to be a distraction from the mires and misery of Neurodivergency in a common-education experience.

Book 1 is set in a world much like our own with certain shifts. Book 2 is a world that starts out similar and quickly becomes quite different. Book 3 is a world that is far in the past and far in the future all at once.

Book 1: The Lineaments of Malefaction: [Finished 2022]

Synopsis:

1838 - the house of Hanover and the United Kingdom are at last stable. Queen Victoria has taken to the throne with Lord M at her shoulder as her beloved Prime Minister. However, as always, those left in the shadows squabble and plot.

For what more of a travesty can there be than a sweet queen of 18, and a human one at that?

Wrongs must always be righted, regardless of who is in the way. Sometimes those means are more dastardly than anyone could imagine. As someone once said, family is not stronger than the blood that is spilt on the battlefield of power.

Chapter List, with dates of publication:

Pills and plans (2022-03-11)

Blood in the water (2022-03-12)

A murder of politicians (2022-03-13)

Ballrooms and bites (2022-03-13)

The Revenants of Pemberley (2022-03-17)

Lifting the veil (2022-03-17)

Burning down the castle (2022-03-28)

Shadows, the stars, and you. (2022-03-28)

Oh Noel (2022-04-02)

For the Queen (2022-04-02)

If we burn, you burn with us (2022-04-07)

recovery and revolution (2022-04-07)

Paint it black (2022-04-07)

A wedding and a honeymoon. (2022-04-07)

All that ends well (2022-04-07)

Book 2: The Evils of Darkness: [Finished 2022]

Synopsis:

1848 - the house of Kingsbridge and England have enjoyed 8 years of relative peace and quiet. Victoria and Lord M are at last united in matrimony and state, and those who opposed their rule are defeated or interred. Yet, plans always abound to take down those some see as unpopular.

For vampires aren’t fit to rule humans. Even in a place like Great Britain, wrongs must be righted, and balance must be restored.

No matter the personal cost.

Chapter List:

A bad beginning

Hold tight London

The Threads of eternity.

The War Game

When the wind blows

The Day After

Protect and survive

Operation square leg

Do no harm

Nuclear winter

Babylon

Unfinished FICS:

Book 3: Dum Pugnatur, Bellum Amittitur [ongoing - stagnant updates based on fixation]

Synopsis:

1865 - the thrones of Queen Victoria and King William are lost to the wastelands. The House of Kingsbridge is no more, and in its place, factions plot and squabble to rule the destroyed land once called England.

But that is easier said then done, for England herself is a place of ruin and starvation. For the nuclear winter that ripped the royal family apart has rolled its citizens back to the Middle Ages. But for those who have survived the hell of 1858, there is a new threat on the horizon that may blot out even 1848 - America has been at war with itself for going on 4 years, and there is whispers abounding that the Royal Family may be amongst the evacuees who fled on the steamship, the Kerberos.

All of these whispers and plans within plans make for a perfect firestorm to be set upon England's starving lower classes, for as someone once said: fealty is not stronger than the blood that is spilled on the battlefield of power.

Chapter list:

1. Now Is The Winter Of Our Discontent

2. Ravens feathers and Mozart

3. Paternoster Row

4. The Evil Genius of the Republican Party.

5. A Plea To Fate

6. Marian

Fear and Delight, or how I learned to stop worrying and wear gloves to hide my trauma. {ongoing - abandoned until new season comes out and interior worldbuilding kinks are solved}

Synopsis:

* Set During Season 2 of the Gilded Age - does not follow central plot by the beats*. Title taken from Dr Strangelove. ***** The Russell's Newport mansion could be called many things. The New York Times called it “Grandiose - a paragon of modern architecture.” The Post deemed it: “The newly-built mansion is a sign of the shifting tides of New Money upon our cities elite,”. More attention was paid to the ongoing Opera War waged by Bertha Russell and her arch nemesis, Caroline Astor. Astor had the boxes at the Academy of Music and dealt them out like generals awarding medals to soldiers who’d survived a conflict: rarely given and precious to only a few. Bertha Russell had set up the enemy camp with her Metropolitan Opera house (still undergoing building and desperately needing funds), and sought to gain some of the broken backs of the Academy’s patrons. The more soldiers - patrons - Mrs Russell could win over in advance of the Met’s opening, the better. ***** Robber Barons, The Crows, a Princess who is in America to settle an old Score, all for one very mediocre production of Faust.

Chapter list:

Washington Square

Old Money

Abstract: Set in an alternate timeline of the Grishaverse where the country of Ravka very closely resembles the Western Front of the Great War, this is a fic that sets out to explore an idea: What if First Army developed their own order of Saints, and how this affects the war effort. Part reflection on Religion, War, femininity, and social propaganda movements, part war-story Straight from the early 20th century a la the writings of Will R Bird. All angst. Characters: Nikolai Lantsov, Dominik Vertov, Olga Kylov (oc), Will R Bird, Alina Starkov, and others! Pairings: Nikolai x OC. Rating: Mature CW/TWs: War, mentions of extreme violence, universe typical prejudices, heavy discussions of religion. Later chapters go into period typical sexism of the late Victorian period, and share cases similar to that of the Red Army's female soldiers of ww2.

Chapter List. 1. Over There

[mi-rae07]

Song Mingi : Burning Desire (Part 2/5)

Pairing : Song Mingi (Ateez) and named character (Moon Aeri)

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Song recc : Love And War by Fleurie

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Aeri let out a breath as one of her ladies put another black pearl pin into her hair, decorating the high bun they had created earlier for her wedding.

Aeri : I told you not to put too much work into this, mina.

Mina : it is your wedding, your majesty. How can we not?

Aeri : because I have been wedded once, to a man I did not love. And now I am getting married again, to another man I do not love. This isn't supposed to be a happy moment of my life, mina.

Mina looked at the long black gown aeri was wearing, one that went against every single tradition of weddings that had existed. She could only imagine what her new emperor would feel, seeing aeri look as if she were attending a funeral and not her own wedding.

Mina : I can see that, my lady. But even so, you are an empress, you must keep your image as it is.

Aeri sighed, looking back at the mirror as a bunch of other maids fussed over different parts of her. One on the dress, another on the veil, another on her make up and others for her dress and shoes. Everything needed to be perfect, except aeri could care less.

She brought her finger forward as she looked at her old wedding ring, taking it off as she stared at the ruby ring for a while. It was customary for the wedding ring to be made of diamond, but her previous husband had found her undeserving of a diamond and had done it with ruby instead. She had waited every second of her life to crush this ruby into pieces.

And so aeri brought it towards her face, pressing hard onto it as the jewel cracked into pieces. And even then she did not stop, she pressed even harder onto it as the wedding ring broke in her hands, small shards of it cutting through her skin. There were already too many cuts on her body, but she could care less.

Mina : it is done, your majesty.

Aeri looked up, the sight of herself in the mirror being almost ironic to her. 7 years ago she had stood in the same place, this time dressed in white with only a band of flowers in her hair. She was awaiting to marry a man she knew nothing of, a man who would make her life hell. She was nervous, she was scared and she was weak.

And now she was standing on the same spot again, wearing a black gown and the empresses' crown on her head. She felt strong, she felt comfortable in her own skin. And the pair of grey eyes that stared back at her through the mirror proved it all.

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??? : and now the bride, Empress Moon Aeri of China.

Mingi looked up as the doors to the altar opened, revealing aeri who was wearing an all black gown, with a black veil, black pearls all over her hair and her crown, the only thing not black about her. The ministers and other people sitting around gasped, some of them muttering things in Chinese that mingi could not understand. But their faces were enough to say it all, aeri had managed to piss mingi off another time.

Mingi stared as aeri walked down the aisle, her shoulders held back and her chin still, as it always is, held high. Her eyes held defiance as it stared at mingi through her veil, defiance and power. And han, who was standing below the altar realized, seeing the effect aeri's presence alone had made in this room filled with 100 or so people, that really only a fool would go against Moon Aeri.

As aeri neared the steps to the altar mingi held his hand out for her to hold, aeri taking it without hesitancy as mingi led her towards where the priest was standing. And then they faced each other, mingi staring right into aeri's eyes as she looked into his. Mingi looked down as he felt something wet on his finger, realizing that it was blood. Blood from aeri's hand from when he had held it earlier. Had someone hurt her?

Priest : we are gathered here, to witness the marriage between emperor Song Mingi and empress Moon Aeri. This is a holy union of two nations, two kinds of people who are now united under a single rule.

Holy union, aeri thought, a union that was formed by death and chaos.

Priest : do you, song mingi, take moon aeri to be your wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death?

Mingi : I do.

Aeri had heard this too many times to know that they never meant those, it were only mere words to them. And words without value, hold no meanings.

Priest : and do you, moon aeri, take song mingi to be your husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, to love and to cherish until parted by death?

Aeri looked at mingi, hoping he could understand from that alone that she meant nothing of the two words she would utter next

Aeri : I do.

Priest : then you are now pronounced, man and wife. You may kiss the bride now, sire.

Aeri watched as mingi stepped forward, lifting the veil that covered aeri's face before pushing it back. Mingi leaned forward as he whispered

Mingi : your blood, on my hands. Such a way to start our wonderful marriage, wife.

Aeri looked at her hands the same moment mingi kissed her, blocking the view. Aeri closed her eyes as she realized it had been the blood from crushing her wedding ring earlier, that had probably transferred onto mingi's hands when she held it earlier. She hadn't known.

Mingi pulled back, the people below clapping as the priest said

Priest : it is now time to exchange the rings, your majesties.

Mina walked up to the altar as she opened the box for aeri, revealing the platinum ring aeri had selected for mingi a few hours ago. Platinum had been the custom for men, as wedding rings were to be worn at all times and if they were to wear jewels, it could be crushed during battle. And that retained bad luck.

Mingi brought his hand forward as aeri put the platinum ring onto his ring finger, feeling his touch all over her hands. She hated it, but she also loved it.

Han walked up to mingi before handing out the ring to him, aeri holding out her hand next as mingi brought the ring towards her ring finger and put it in. and as aeri stared at it in surprise, she realized. The ring wasn't only made of diamonds, but also a ruby, emerald, sapphire, jade and opal. The gems circled delicately around her finger, the sunlight causing it to glow as bright as the moon.

Aeri looked up at mingi and was about to take her hand away when he held onto it, his other hand going over to his suit as he suddenly tore at it, a piece of the cloth coming into his hand. Mingi brought the cloth to aeri's hand before wrapping the band around it. Aeri realized that that was the hand whose palm had been cut through with the ruby from earlier, the blood staining mingi's white cloth as he tied it tight and then let go of her hand. Aeri let out a breath and turned around, the people below them throwing their white daisies at both mingi and aeri as mingi smiled and leaned towards aeri before whispering

Mingi : smile, darling. You've just married the most powerful man on earth.

Aeri smiled, looking down at her ministers before saying

Aeri : and you the most powerful woman on earth.

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Mingi had another sip of his wine, looking at aeri as she went around the ballroom, talking to ministers and other politicians. Her black gown still flowed behind her, their wedding ring still gleaming against the candle lights. And as mingi watched aeri, her moves graceful yet powerful, he realized how she had become so influential. Manipulation, the way she'd use her femininity to be both strong and weak, her eyes and the way she'd use them, her tone of voice. She was a genius.

Mingi looked up as the band started playing a romantic tune, the couples around the hall coming together as they held hands in order to dance. Mingi looked at aeri as she excused herself from someone, walking up to him while looking around.

Aeri : we must dance.

Mingi raised his eyebrows as he said

Mingi : excuse me?

Aeri : get up, your highness.

Mingi stood up from his chair as aeri held his hand, placing it against her waist before moving around the ballroom in the form of a small dance. Her wounded hand rested on mingi's shoulder as aeri whispered

Aeri : your stunt at the wedding this morning made people think you truly love me, your highness. They think you won this nation for me, to attain me.

Mingi chuckled, looking around as he realized aeri was right. Well then, let him play it well. Mingi pulled at her waist, bringing aeri closer to him as he started leading the waltz before saying

Mingi : so they think I'm a great romantic.

Aeri let out a breath, her hand on mingi's shoulder tightening as he twirled her around him before holding her hand once again.

Mingi : say, empress, what do you think is going to happen if the people got to know the truth? That I killed your husband to attain this kingdom and not you? And that we both wish each other dead?

Aeri looked up at mingi, his gaze tearing through hers as she whispered

Aeri : then I suggest you to do otherwise, your highness. You should probably just let them think that we both love each other.

Mingi : ah, such a weird way of asking me to stay by your side, hmm?

Aeri wanted to roll her eyes, but she kept herself from doing it as she said

Aeri : you are new to this place, I am not. They accept me, they see me as their empress. If you were to pretend to be in love with me and I with you, I'm sure they'd accept you as their ruler much faster.

Aeri let out a small gasp as mingi quickly twirled her around before bringing her ever so close, her chest hitting against his as she said, looking up at mingi as the music slowed down

Aeri : unless, of course, you just choose the other way.

Mingi : and which way is that?

Aeri : the way of beheading them all, of course.

Mingi looked at aeri with amused eyes as she turned around, walking out of the ballroom as the people around bowed at her. Mingi looked around at the way people stared at aeri with respect, realizing that she was right. She did have power and respect here, and being with her would probably increase mingi's.

Well then, mingi had found yet another reason to not kill moon aeri yet.

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Aeri had just finished with her bath when the door to her chambers opened, revealing a very tired looking mingi. If he was so tired, why was he here? Aeri frowned as she kept her towel away before saying

Aeri : your highness?

Mingi closed the door behind him as he walked towards aeri's bed before saying

Mingi : what is it?

Aeri : do you not wish to sleep?

Mingi : I do? That is why I am here.

Aeri : what?

Mingi sighed, falling back against aeri's bed as he said

Mingi : surely, you do realize that if people were to see me sleeping in a different room on our first night together it would mean the opposite to everything they believe in, right?

Aeri let out a breath, having forgotten that part. She pulled her shawl closer to herself before walking towards the sofa as she said

Aeri : then I shall sleep in the sofa.

Mingi looked at aeri as she laid back down on the sofa, closing her eyes. Aeri didn't know if she felt safe enough with mingi sleeping next to her like this, but she supposed she had no choice.

Mingi : are you planning to kill me while in my sleep, empress?

Aeri : I am a noble, your highness. Killing someone in their sleep would only prove my weakness, never my strength. I shall kill you face-to-face, when you least expect it. Not in such an easy way.

Mingi smiled, nodding his head as he laid back against the pillow and closed his eyes before saying

Mingi : very well then, my wife. I hope you sleep well so you can have enough energy to start plotting my death tomorrow.

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Mingi : you want me to do what?

Aeri took another bite of her breakfast before saying

Aeri : fix the village your men ruined days ago, your highness. There are children living there, children with no parents and children with widows. The least we could do for them after destroying their homeland is giving them a house.

Mingi : I thought you said you only cared about kitchen matters, empress?

Aeri : and I thought you told me I should involve myself in political matters as well?

Mingi chuckled, taking a bite of his chicken before saying

Mingi : do it yourself, then.

Aeri : what?

Mingi : I have other matters to take care of today, taking a count of the army, the political boundaries of this kingdom, the palace's safety measures and the like. I do not have time for this village you talk of but since you so seem to have a liking towards it, go to the village and talk to the villagers yourself. Ask them what they require and tell me, I'll take care of the rest.

Aeri had not expected that, for mingi to give her the power of taking care of nation matters on her own as if it were nothing? This was new.

Aeri : if you say so.

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Aeri's previous husband had never allowed her to step out of the palace grounds, but mingi had allowed it as if it were nothing. Aeri had done things for her people without directly talking to them, she had done it through the ministers because of how restricted her life had been up until now. This was a first, and aeri hoped it would go well.

And it did go well, she had managed to talk to the villagers and had decided on things that needed to be done in order to make it all better after the war. Aeri was now walking towards the throne room, wanting to tell mingi about what needed to be done. As aggravating as it was, the final power laid with mingi, and aeri had no choice but to follow it.

But as aeri neared the throne room, she heard screams and shouts come from the inside, causing her to frown as she quickly walked towards the room. The soldiers stepped aside and opened the door for her as aeri walked inside, her eyes immediately falling on a fuming mingi who had his sword pointed at a minister.

Aeri's eyes widened as she quickly rushed towards them, mingi's eyes not leaving the minister's scared face as he brought the sword even closer to the minister's throat. Before he could do anything more aeri pushed the sword away from the minister's throat, causing the sword to fall from mingi's hand as it clattered against the ground.

Mingi : what the hell are you doing here, moon aeri?

Aeri ignored mingi as she held the minister's shoulder before saying to him

Aeri : you may leave us, minister.

Mingi held aeri's arm harshly, pulling her away from the minister as he said

Mingi : he needs to pay for what he's done, you leave instead.

Aeri finally turned to face mingi as she said

Aeri : he is a noble, your highness. You kill him, you enrage half the nation.

Mingi : who are you to teach me politics! You are a woman, you have no right!

Aeri looked back as the minister rushed down the steps, almost running towards the door. Mingi was about to walk towards the minister when aeri held his wrist, pushing him back. Mingi glared at aeri as he said

Mingi : let go of me, empress-

Aeri : I cannot hold you back, your highness, for you are much stronger than I am. What I can do, however, is tell you that killing that minister is a bad idea. They are already hostile towards you, this is only going to-

Aeri cut herself off as mingi pushed her hard against her throne, causing aeri to fall back on it as mingi leaned down and said

Mingi : are you trying to tell me what to do?

Aeri looked up at mingi, not an ounce of fear in her eyes as she said

Aeri : yes, seeing as you don’t know what really to do.

Mingi grunted, bringing his hand to her neck as he said

Mingi : you are so, so, aggravating.

Aeri : then kiss me.

Mingi paused, staring at aeri as she said

Aeri : when you are angry, take it out on me, your highness. Do not take it out on nobles, or soldiers or anyone who could do anything against you. Just-

Mingi cut her off as he kissed her, his lips hard and hungry against aeri's. aeri brought her hand towards mingi's shoulder, holding it as she kissed him back. But mingi held her hand that was on his shoulder, bringing it down as he pushed it hard against the throne

Mingi : do you like doing this to me? Getting me all excited and then cutting it all off?

Aeri gasped as mingi brought his hand towards her inner thighs, sliding his finger along it before saying

Mingi : pretending to be a sweetheart in front of everyone else and then saying things I should kill you for in front of me? Huh, do you like it?

Aeri : yes, yes I like it.

The corner of his lips lifted up into a smirk as mingi whispered against her lips

Mingi : such a brat.

Aeri : then put me in my place, your highness. Do what you do best.

Mingi : that would get you what you wanted, wouldn't it?

Aeri frowned as mingi pulled away, stepping away from where aeri was sitting on her throne as she said breathlessly

Aeri : what-

Aeri cut herself off as mingi bowed, picking up his sword from the ground before sheathing it back.

Mingi : it is time you have a taste of your own medicine, empress. You want me? Then go by me.

Aeri scoffed as mingi turned around, walking out of the throne room as he left her all alone, high and dry. Now he was playing her own game, and aeri wasn't sure she could withhold her barriers any longer.

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[firespirited]

News from the french education minister making me want to smash my head against a wall. The veil is already banned, they now want to ban long dresses with long sleeves (but probably only if you look brown) for teen girls or if you're wearing djellaba as a teen boy.

A) I didn't expose my upper arms - mostly using layers like shirt over a tank - until about 17 due to heavy red stretch mark scarring to the under biceps and wore nothing but jeans or very long tight skirts because of same to the back of my knees. Sis did the same but with nicer flowy skirts and those sleeve tops you put under a lil toppy. I spent 14-16 in baggy clothes to hide my shape and minimize discomfort. I would have loved access to abaya.

I knew several girls (religious and not) who covered in what could be considered religious garb (the modesty cardigan is a catholic/baptist classic) from the temperature issues from eating disorders, dressed baggy from not wanting their curves seen, didn't leave skin exposed to to rashes scars acne and other.

If they can continue but tan to black girls (and yes, a % of them are using religious garb for practical reasons including safety from harassment in and out of school), if your skintone defines who can't, it's clearly not about religion is it?

B) In our new climate crisis summers, robes that protect from sun but keep you cool make total sense, especially for dudes

C D E and F) We finally did it, we're really doing this, we're policing hem lines, too long hem lines, in the name of protecting girls from themselves and from contaminating the white girls. We have not enough teachers, pandemic trauma, we're capitulating to the tradcaths about gender theory but we're going to tell the teen girls that they need to show more skin to be proper french citizens?

Don't accept any of the bullshit narratives and explanations you might hear about secularism and empowerment and equality of the sexes: this is the center right throwing racism bones to the facists. It's a signal that they're fully in bed with the far right because they didn't like that we revolted so hard against our democracy being completely overruled by the divine rights of the rich and powerful this year. It was one fashy thing when they decided to use police and anti terrorist laws against simple protesters and anyone in an ecology group, it was protecting capital but this is just virtue signalling that muslim life will be made harder (and probably jewish life too let's be real).

[annesoftheisland]

Anne of the Island - Chapter XXIX

Diana's Wedding

"After all, the only real roses are the pink ones," said Anne, as she tied white ribbon around Diana's bouquet in the westwardlooking gable at Orchard Slope. "They are the flowers of love and faith."

Diana was standing nervously in the middle of the room, arrayed in her bridal white, her black curls frosted over with the film of her wedding veil. Anne had draped that veil, in accordance with the sentimental compact of years before.

"It's all pretty much as I used to imagine it long ago, when I wept over your inevitable marriage and our consequent parting," she laughed. "You are the bride of my dreams, Diana, with the `lovely misty veil'; and I am YOUR bridesmaid. But, alas! I haven't the puffed sleeves -- though these short lace ones are even prettier. Neither is my heart wholly breaking nor do I exactly hate Fred."

"We are not really parting, Anne," protested Diana. "I'm not going far away. We'll love each other just as much as ever. We've always kept that "oath" of friendship we swore long ago, haven't we?"

"Yes. We've kept it faithfully. We've had a beautiful friendship, Diana. We've never marred it by one quarrel or coolness or unkind word; and I hope it will always be so. But things can't be quite the same after this. You'll have other interests. I'll just be on the outside. But `such is life' as Mrs. Rachel says. Mrs. Rachel has given you one of her beloved knitted quilts of the `tobacco stripe' pattern, and she says when I am married she'll give me one, too."

"The mean thing about your getting married is that I won't be able to be your bridesmaid," lamented Diana.

"I'm to be Phil's bridesmaid next June, when she marries Mr. Blake, and then I must stop, for you know the proverb `three times a bridesmaid, never a bride,' " said Anne, peeping through the window over the pink and snow of the blossoming orchard beneath. "Here comes the minister, Diana."

"Oh, Anne," gasped Diana, suddenly turning very pale and beginning to tremble. "Oh, Anne -- I'm so nervous -- I can't go through with it -- Anne, I know I'm going to faint."

"If you do I'll drag you down to the rainwater hogshed and drop you in," said Anne unsympathetically. "Cheer up, dearest. Getting married can't be so very terrible when so many people survive the ceremony. See how cool and composed I am, and take courage."

"Wait till your turn comes, Miss Anne. Oh, Anne, I hear father coming upstairs. Give me my bouquet. Is my veil right? Am I very pale?"

"You look just lovely. Di, darling, kiss me good-bye for the last time. Diana Barry will never kiss me again."

"Diana Wright will, though. There, mother's calling. Come."

Following the simple, old-fashioned way in vogue then, Anne went down to the parlor on Gilbert's arm. They met at the top of the stairs for the first time since they had left Kingsport, for Gilbert had arrived only that day. Gilbert shook hands courteously. He was looking very well, though, as Anne instantly noted, rather thin. He was not pale; there was a flush on his cheek that had burned into it as Anne came along the hall towards him, in her soft, white dress with lilies-of-the-valley in the shining masses of her hair. As they entered the crowded parlor together a little murmur of admiration ran around the room. "What a fine-looking pair they are," whispered the impressible Mrs. Rachel to Marilla.

Fred ambled in alone, with a very red face, and then Diana swept in on her father's arm. She did not faint, and nothing untoward occurred to interrupt the ceremony. Feasting and merry-making followed; then, as the evening waned, Fred and Diana drove away through the moonlight to their new home, and Gilbert walked with Anne to Green Gables.

Something of their old comradeship had returned during the informal mirth of the evening. Oh, it was nice to be walking over that well-known road with Gilbert again!

The night was so very still that one should have been able to hear the whisper of roses in blossom -- the laughter of daisies -- the piping of grasses -- many sweet sounds, all tangled up together. The beauty of moonlight on familiar fields irradiated the world.

"Can't we take a ramble up Lovers' Lane before you go in?" asked Gilbert as they crossed the bridge over the Lake of Shining Waters, in which the moon lay like a great, drowned blossom of gold.

Anne assented readily. Lovers' Lane was a veritable path in a fairyland that night -- a shimmering, mysterious place, full of wizardry in the white-woven enchantment of moonlight. There had been a time when such a walk with Gilbert through Lovers' Lane would have been far too dangerous. But Roy and Christine had made it very safe now. Anne found herself thinking a good deal about Christine as she chatted lightly to Gilbert. She had met her several times before leaving Kingsport, and had been charmingly sweet to her. Christine had also been charmingly sweet. Indeed, they were a most cordial pair. But for all that, their acquaintance had not ripened into friendship. Evidently Christine was not a kindred spirit.

"Are you going to be in Avonlea all summer?" asked Gilbert.

"No. I'm going down east to Valley Road next week. Esther Haythorne wants me to teach for her through July and August. They have a summer term in that school, and Esther isn't feeling well. So I'm going to substitute for her. In one way I don't mind. Do you know, I'm beginning to feel a little bit like a stranger in Avonlea now? It makes me sorry -- but it's true. It's quite appalling to see the number of children who have shot up into big boys and girls -- really young men and women -- these past two years. Half of my pupils are grown up. It makes me feel awfully old to see them in the places you and I and our mates used to fill."

Anne laughed and sighed. She felt very old and mature and wise -- which showed how young she was. She told herself that she longed greatly to go back to those dear merry days when life was seen through a rosy mist of hope and illusion, and possessed an indefinable something that had passed away forever. Where was it now -- the glory and the dream?

"`So wags the world away,' " quoted Gilbert practically, and a trifle absently. Anne wondered if he were thinking of Christine. Oh, Avonlea was going to be so lonely now -- with Diana gone!

[the-delta-42]

Abused and Broken 1

Abused and Broken

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Chapter 1: Activity in the Veil

Lewis Croaker grumbled as he signed a form authorising the use of a time turner to some Hogwarts third year that didn’t understand the existence of a bad idea. He’d checked and the girl was a Muggle Born, someone who didn’t need to take Muggle Studies and Divination was a joke at best. Especially since the only Seer the Ministry had picked up on was killed by his own Uncle. Charles was still in Azkaban for killing his brother.

Croaker suddenly looked up, as Bode slammed into his Office.

“What is it?” Snapped Croaker, having no time for the man, especially since he was an acquaintance of his useless son.

“There’s something wrong with the Veil.” Gasped Bode, making Croaker jump up and storm to the Veil chamber.

The Veil was violently flapping around, as if a wind was blowing it. Which wasn’t possible, since they were under ground.

“What did you do?” Snarled Croaker, glaring at Bode.

“I haven’t touched it!” Protested the man, as the Veil gave a roar and multiple jets of light shot out of it.

Croaker watched as one of the lights impacted the floor near them, the light vanishing and revealing a blonde-haired woman who looked to be in her early thirties. Croaker and Bode stared down at the woman.

“Send an owl to the Minister, now.” Ordered Croaker, “Tell him that the dead are walking amongst the land of the living.”

Bode nodded, just as Marlene McKinnon woke up.

A&B

Harry clamped his mouth shut as he ran the tip of his wand over one of the cuts Vernon gave him before he blew Marge up. He’d made an effort to keep all of his wounds hidden, even looking up and creating a glamour to hide any bruising on his face. Harry watched at the spell caused the bruising on his abdomen to lessen, while the other cuts and burns he had once again flare to remind Harry of their existence.

“Celare.” Muttered Harry, pointing his wand at himself, “Leni dolore.”

Harry let out a sigh as all his burns, cuts and bruises vanished and ceased aching.

‘No one can ever know.’ Thought Harry, before heading over to the bed.

A&B

Amelia Bones silently rolled her eyes as Susan chatted with some of her house mates from school. The woman jumped as a loud crack came from the garden.

“Susan, take your friends upstairs, now.” Ordered Amelia, immediately grabbing her wand.

Susan was about to object, but a look from her aunt made her comply without question. Amelia held her wand in front of her and exited the house, almost immediately a familiar wand was shoved in her face.

“How old were we when you broke your arm?” Demanded Edgar, glaring at Amelia.

“Eight, you pushed me,” Answered Amelia, before pointing her want him, “What is the one thing I told you never to speak of?”

“I caught you dogging with Sirius Black.” Answered Edgar, making Amelia lower her wand and slug him on the arm.

“How?” Demanded Amelia, looking at her brother, his wife and his other children.

“I don’t know, the last thing I remember was dying.” Answered Edgar, rubbing his arm, “I was vaguely aware of some others, the McKinnons and Benjy and Caradoc. I think there were some more, but I can remember much else. Amy, where’s Susan?”

“She’s upstairs, Ed, it’s been twelve years.” Answered Amelia, slowly turning to look back at the house, “There were a large number of children who were orphaned, some were even raised by Muggles.”

“Any examples?” Asked Edgar, frowning.

“The most famous one is Harry Potter; he’s being raised by his Aunt and Uncle.” Responded Amelia, not noticing the look of horror on her brother’s face.

A&B

Matron Strout sighed through her nose as she looked at the Longbottom’s beds. A pair of Aurors who were tortured into insanity by Death Eaters shortly after You-Know-Who was defeated. The Matron froze when two orbs flew into the ward and vanished behind the Longbottom’s curtains. There was a gasp and the sound of someone vomiting, before an emaciated Frank Longbottom stumbled past the curtain.

“W-where?” Rasped the man, before he collapsed.

Matron Strout stared at the unconscious man, before she ran to fetch another Healer.

A&B

In Hogsmeade, a woman in her early thirties stumbled towards the path that led to Hogwarts. Dorcas had woken up in an alley way and had a very heavy bin land on top of her, swiftly followed by a foul tempered cat. Dorcas was allergic to cats, she remembered Lily’s face when she couldn’t stop sneezing at that ginger cat with the squashed face. Shawshank? It ended with shank.

Dorcas was stumbling towards the school, when she walked into a large man with mass of hair on his head.

“Dorcas?” Asked Hagrid, looking down at the woman, “Yer supposed to be dead.”

“I certainly feel that way.” Sneezed Dorcas, before looking up at Hagrid, “I need to speak with Dumbledore, James and Lily are in danger.”

“It’s a bi’ late fer tha’.” Said Hagrid, before picking Dorcas, “Come on, I can ge’ slug pellets some other time.”

Hagrid got a total of three feet before Dorcas fell asleep.

A&B

Regulus gasped for air. He looked around and found himself in his old room. He vague heard his parents yelling. Regulus froze and suddenly felt himself. He was alive. His parents were alive. The Black got to his feet and headed for his father’s study.

“SERVE HIM?! WOMAN, HE CAME INTO OUR HOUSE, DESTROYED HEIRLOOMS AND MURDERRD US AND YOU WANT TO SERVE HIM?!” Bellowed Orion Black, while Walburga glared at her husband.

“It was Sirius that got us killed, if he’d just done as he was told-” Walburga was cut off by Orion.

“AND LOOK WHAT’S BEEN PRINTED! HERE! THE LAST OF THE BLACKS, ROTTED AWAY IN AZKABAN AND WAS DRIVEN MAD!” Bellowed Orion, just as Regulus opened the door.

His mother turned and spotted him, “Regulus! Darling, are you alright?”

“Where’s Kreacher?” Rasped Regulus, making the elf appear.

“Masters and Mistress!” Gasped Kreacher, jumping, “You’ve returned!”

“Kreacher, the Horcrux, did you destroy it?” Asked Regulus, as both his parent’s faces lost all colour.

The House Elf froze, before rushing to the door and headbutting it multiple times. Regulus grabbed the elf and held him up off the floor.

“Kreacher, don’t punish yourself.” Ordered Regulus, keeping a tight grip on Kreacher, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed Horcruxes could be destroyed by elf magic.”

“Y-you mean that bastard was creating Horcruxes?” Stuttered Orion, as Regulus set Kreacher down.

“He’d already made a few before the locket,” Answered Regulus, as Kreacher fetched the item, “I remember Bellatrix cackling about something precious her dear master gave her, I just assumed he cuckolded Lestrange.”

There was a period of silence, before Orion buried his face in his hands, “Sirius isn’t going to let us hear the end of it.”

“If there’s any part of his mind left.” Muttered Regulus, before looking at the newspaper, “Wait, he’s broken out of Azkaban?!”

A&B

Fabien coughed, slowly sitting up and looking around.

“Gideon?” Coughed Fabien, getting to his feet, “Gid?”

“Here.” Grunted Gideon, emerging from a pile of grass, “I had a soft landing.”

“Lucky you.” Groaned Fabien, limping over to Gideon, “I think I hit that tree.”

“I call dibs on killing Crouch.” Said Gideon, looking around, “Hey, Fab, I think Molly and Arthur live around here.”

Fabien’s face split into a grin, “Shall we pay them a visit?”

“You read my mind, Mate.” Grinned Gideon, hooking arms with Fabien and marching through the town.

“Remember, we’re looking for the Burrow and it’s obscenely tall.” Said Fabien, as Gideon looked around.

“I remember little Bill getting in the room on the top floor and Molly threw a fit.” Laughed Gideon, as they reached the gate, “C’mon, let’s see what they’re up to.”

“Oh, Molly-olly-olly-olly!” Called Fabien as he and Gideon marched through the kitchen door, “Oi-oi-oi?”

“Dragon? Artie?” Called Gideon, as he looked around, “Yoo-hoo, anyone home?”

“Hey, Gid,” Fabien called over, “Look at this.”

Gideon looked at his brother and found him with several bottles of alcohol.

“It’d be a shame for all this to go to waste.” Mused Fabien, looking at the bottles admiringly.

“Yeah,” Gideon paused, before pulling out his wand and conjuring two glasses, “a real shame.”

A&B

In a destroyed cottage in Godric’s Hollow and man with glasses, messy hair and brown eyes woke up and coughed.

“Lily?” Coughed James, rolling onto his feet.

“Over here.” Came a weak voice. A red-haired woman with bright green eyes poked her head out of a room, “I can’t find Harry.”

James coughed again, “I’m going to fucking kill Wormtail.”

Lily stumbled to her feet and looked around, the nursery was destroyed, everything was covered in dirt and mould. Lily froze, before looking at the mould. It had to several years’ worth. James quickly made his way up the stairs, his wand in his hand.

“Harry’s not here?” Asked James, looking around.

“No but look at the mould.” Responded Lily, finding her own wand in her pocket, “The last time I saw mould like that was at Remus’s.”

“And that was several years’ worth.” Agreed James, before looking around, “If Harry’s not here, then he’s not dead.”

Lily took a shuddering breath, “We should see Dumbledore.”

James nodded absently, looking at the destroyed cot. He and Lily made their way out of the cottage and both disapparated.

A&B

Benjy Fenwick and Caradoc Dearborn both groaned.

“Hey, Ben.” Called Caradoc, not looking at his friend.

“Yeah?” Answered Benjy, not moving from his place on the ground.

“Do you know how we got here?” Asked Caradoc, completely unaware of the muggle policeman walking towards them.

“Too much to drink?” Questioned Benjy, confused.

“Maybe.” Conceded Caradoc, before groaning and sitting up, “That’s the last time we try and drink Sirius under the table.”

“This Park is closed at night, sir.” Said the Policeman, making Benjy and Caradoc jump, “I’m afraid you’ll have to find somewhere else to sleep.”

“Right, sure.” Nodded Caradoc, before kicking Benjy, “Ben, wake up.”

“Ugh, what year is it?” Groaned Benjy, clambering to his feet.

The Policeman gave Benjy a funny look, “1993, the last time I checked sir.”

Both Caradoc and Benjy froze and looked at the Policeman, neither believing what he said.

“Fuck off.” The two said together.

A&B

Albus frowned as he listened to Professor McGonagall aired her grievances with Professor Snape.

“Albus, I’ve had numerous parents complain to me about Severus,” Said Minerva, her glasses perched on her nose, “and don’t get me started on the complaints I’ve had from the students.”

“I’m sure they are merely exaggerating.” Albus attempted to assure her.

“Albus, I know for certain that both Pomona and Filius have come to you with similar complaints.” Snapped Minerva, “I honestly don’t know why you keep him around; he takes pleasure in bullying students and shows blatant favouritism to members of his own house.”

“I believe Severus is a good man, however, I believe it is safer to keep him a close as possible.” Responded Albus, “I will speak with Severus; however, I will also try and get into contact with Horace.”

Professor McGonagall nodded, before heading to the door, just as Hagrid burst in.

“Sorry, Professor McGonagall, Professor Dumbledore, bu’ there’s something yeh’ll need teh see.” Gasped Hagrid, his chest heaving.

“My dear Hagrid, whatever’s the matter?” Asked Dumbledore, rising to his feet.

“Young Dorcas Meadows, Professor Dumbledore, she’s in th’ hospital wing.” Said Hagrid, as Dumbledore’s face lost all traces of humour and headed out of the room.

Professor McGonagall and Hagrid quickly followed after him.

“You are absolutely certain she was Dorcas Meadows, Hagrid?” Questioned Dumbledore, walking at a quick pace.

“As certain as I can, Professor Dumbledore, sir,” Answered Hagrid, “I can’t say I was thorough, as I don’t remember any of the answers for those security questions you thought up.”

“Did she say anything that convinced you that she was Dorcas?” Asked Dumbledore, as they neared the hospital wing.

“She was all stuffed up, like she used to be after meeting with Lily Potter’s cat, she also said the Potters were in danger and she need teh speak teh yeh.” Responded Hagrid, just as they rounded the corner and bumped into a couple.

Albus stared at the two people in front of him. James and Lily stared back, before James withdrew his wand.

“How old was I when you approached me about joining the Order of the Phoenix?” Demanded James, glaring at the group of three.

“You were eighteen and just finished Hogwarts,” Replied Dumbledore, smoothly, “I do believe I interrupted you and Lily.”

James pointed his wand at McGonagall, “Turn into a cat.”

Professor McGonagall simply glared at James over her glasses, “Potter.”

James froze, before shrugging and putting his wand away, “Okay.”

Professor Dumbledore looked at them, “What is your Animagus form?”

Professor McGonagall gasped, as James shifted into a stag and back.

“Dumbledore, where’s Harry?” Demanded James, looking at the headmaster.

“Harry is perfectly safe,” Assured Dumbledore, “I placed him in the care of his aunt and uncle.”

There was a moment of silence, before Lily erupted.

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

A&B

The Weasley’s all sighed as the Burrow came into sight.

“It was nice to see Bill and Charlie,” Said Mrs Weasley, “but it’s nice to be home.”

Arthur was prevented from answering by two, very drunk, voices started singing;

“Oh you can search far and wide,

You can drink the whole town dry,

But you’ll never find a beer so brown,

As the one we drink in our hometown.

You can drink your fancy ale,

You can drink it by the flagon,

But the only brew for the Brave and True,

Comes from the Green Dragon!”

Molly froze at her brothers’ voices. Arthur immediately drew his wand and strode towards the house. There was a brief silence, before they heard Arthur bellow.

“I WAS SAVING THOSE FOR SPECIAL OCCASIONS YOU BUFFOONS!”

Arthur reappeared, dragging two very drunk Prewetts, clearly too drunk to either lie or pretend to be someone else, “But we’re here! It is a special occasion!” Protested Fabien.

“Molly-kins!” Crowed Gideon, struggling to stand.

Fabien threw up.

A&B

Harry deposited his school supplies into his trunk, carefully making sure the Monster Book of Monsters was restrained properly. Harry had spent his time wandering around Diagon Alley, exploring the different areas. Somehow, Harry had been talked into buying another wand by some bloke operating a stall in the mouth of Knockturn Alley.

Oak, 9 ½ inches, Dragon Heartstring, unyielding. Harry remembered the conversation he had with Mr. Olivander after he bought the wand.

“I’m not going to ask how you were convinced to buy another wand,” Admonished the Wandmaker, “The one I supplied has served you well, has it not?”

“It has,” Answered Harry, nervously fidgeting, “but in the previous year, someone took my wand after I put it down.”

“Then don’t put it down.” Retorted Olivander, before examining the wand, “Hm, Oak, a good wood for trying times, very loyal. Values strength. Rather short, so easy to conceal. Funny, I had a wand just like this stolen from me by Mundungus Fletcher.”

“Does he have messy red hair and a smell awful?” Asked Harry, making Olivander freeze, “He’s in the entrance to Knockturn Alley.”

Olivander moved faster than Harry ever expected of him. A flash of blue and several wand boxes later, Olivander was putting the stolen wands back in their original places.

“Of course, I can’t take back all the wands he stole,” Muttered Olivander, “and the prices he was demanding for them. Mr Potter, allow me to create a holster and servicing kit for your new wand, as 32 galleons is just extortion.”

Harry found himself nodding, “Would you like me to tell others about what Mundungus did?”

“No need,” Answered Olivander, putting the servicing kit together, “A journalist saw everything.”

Olivander tied the kit up and handed it to Harry.

“Mr Potter, may I see your original wand?” Asked Olivander, prompting Harry to hand it to him.

It was the first time Harry properly looked at his wand since he bought it. Instead of the smooth, almost plain, shaft of wood, Harry’s wand resembled a branch that had been carved.

“Yes, yes, you are coming along nicely.” Murmured Olivander, before handing Harry’s wand back to him.

“Sir, what do you mean ‘coming along nicely’?” Asked Harry, confused.

“When a Witch or Wizard approached the age of fourteen, their wand, or in your case wands, will change to suit their master. This change is permanent and will not go through the same process if the wand is won or stolen by another.” Answer Olivander, before giving Harry a piercing look, “Please inform Hagrid that I will need to examine his umbrella, so I can make sure he doesn’t accidentally blow himself up.”

Harry’s ears had gone very red, and he’d left Olivanders very quickly after that.

A&B

The Stevens family all woke at once. Wulfric and Mercutio both turned and threw up, while Selena coughed. The woman looked at her son and nephew and saw they had both gained eight years. Both Charles and Xavier were gone. Her two eldest were either at Hogwarts or missing when Xavier murdered them all.

Selena froze, she and the boys had been murdered by her husband, the very same husband who’d sworn to protect her and his young. Selena quickly scrambled to her feet, before looking around her. They were in some forest, probably the same one that was near their home. The witch sighed through her nose, before helping the two boys to their feet and heading north, towards their home.

A&B

Lily held her face in her hands. James and she were in the Hospital Wing, where Professor McGonagall had told them about Harry and his first two years at the school. She’s also made them aware of Severus’s ‘grudge’ against Harry.

The only time Severus had acted in Harry’s defence was in his first year quidditch match. Then, of course, Severus had made his way into the Hospital Wing. He’d then acted as if he was entitled to Lily’s affection. Needless to say, Lily had not taken that well.

“You demanded your master kill my husband and son just so you could have me!” Screamed Lily, as Severus stood in front of her, “You went on and on about how James and Sirius we’re needlessly cruel to you, but you were doing the same, if not worse, with your Death Eater friends to other students like me!”

“Please, Lily,” Snape had tried to plead, “When I saw the boy, it was as if Potter had come back to haunt me.”

“And Neville? Susan? Literally any other student that wasn’t in Slytherin?” Demanded Lily, her voice going from a raging fire to a cold fury, “What did they do to ‘deserve’ your anger? Standing against your Precious Dark Lord?”

Snape just stood there, silently pleading to Lily.

“I thought you were a good man.” Confessed Lily, swallowing thickly, “But you’ve just proven to me that you’re just a petty bully.”

Now, Lily sat with her face in her hands, while James had left with Hagrid to find Harry. The Ministry had already contacted her and James, with James being offered a place in the Auror office. Lily pulled her wand from her pocket and turned the wood over in her hand. She wanted nothing more than to be with James, but she had to wait on the results of a test that she asked Madam Pomfrey to do on her.

“Mrs. Potter.” Said Madam Pomfrey, making Lily jump, “I have your results. It seems you were right, the Veil returned you in a similar state as you were when you died.”

“Does that mean…?” Lily found she couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Yes, you’re indeed pregnant.” Confirmed the Matron.

A&B

James ducked into the Leaky Cauldron and looked towards the bar. He spotted a newspaper sitting on a stool.

BACK FROM THE DEAD – AT LEAST TEN MAGICAL FAMILIES NOW BACK AMONG THE LIVING

James winced, before walking up to the bar.

“Ah, Mr. Potter, what can I get you?” Asked Tom, hurrying towards James.

“I’d like to see my son, please Tom.” Responded James, leaning forwards, “I heard he’s staying here.”

Tom froze, before getting a closer look at James, “Dear god, you’re alive.”

“I need to find Harry, Tom.” James pressed, making the barkeeper jump.

“Right, of course, this way.” Rushed Tom, taking James up the stairs and towards the rooms, “I placed him in room no. seven. It might not be secure, but Black will have further to go.”

“I wouldn’t worry about Sirius,” Muttered James, “he’s not what everyone thinks he is.”

James followed Tom to the room seven, the old man knocking on the door, before opening it. James froze at the sight of Harry, with his shirt off, and his back covered in bruises.

“Hello, Harry.” Said James, his throat dry, “There’s, there’s a lot to explain.”

[cantstoplovingjude]

Underneath the Black Veil: Victor Bitter

This is from Ikemen Villains EN, Cybird owns everything.

Victor: "Will you marry me, Kate?"

Kate: "......"

Kate: "What...?"

Victor: "I said, let's get married."

Kate: "Um, I..."

Victor: "The followers will wake up soon, right? They think the wedding ceremony is going on as planned this afternoon."

Victor: "But if the bride and groom suddenly disappear, alongside their leader..."

Kate: "They'll be anxious."

Victor: "Exactly."

(I misunderstood for a moment. Ugh, I wish I could crawl in a hole and die...)

Victor: "I have your wedding dress. Go on and change."

Kate: "O-okay!"

==========

A few hours later, I stood in front of the chapel doors wearing the black wedding dress.

(Beyond this door is...)

Followers: "Congratulations!"

I walked down the aisle toward the altar.

The followers stood on either side, smiling broadly at me.

And then Victor stood at the end of the aisle, smiling reassuringly at me.

Victor: "You look so beautiful, Kate."

Victor: "Just as I imagined... No, you look even more beautiful than I imagined."

Kate: "Thank y..."

I was about to thank him, but then I gasped when I saw a minister standing at the altar.

(But how...?)

Victor: "Don't worry. This is the new minister I brought with me."

Kate: "A new minister?"

Victor: "The followers here just believed in a man who said love is eternal."

Victor: "Worship isn't a bad thing. It can give you emotional support and a community."

Kate: "Victor..."

Victor: "From now on, this place will be somewhere that can truly support couples who are looking for eternal love."

Minister: "Ahem. Shall we move onto the vows now?"

Victor and I looked at each other and laughed.

Victor: "Oh, of course."

Kate: "Yes, of course."

Minister: "We'll start with the groom."

Victor: "Kate..."

Victor: "I swear to protect you for the rest of my life."

Victor: "You'll promise eternity to me, won't you? My darling bride."

There was such a serious look in his eyes that my heart skipped a beat.

(I know this is a fake wedding, but...)

Victor: "Will you promise yourself to me?"

Kate: "Yes! Of course. I promise to love you forever."

Victor: "Ahaha. Thank you for that enthusiastic reply, Kate."

Minister: "I hereby acknowledge their true love and bestow unto them eternal love. Now, exchange a kiss to seal your vows."

(...A kiss?!)

I looked around and noticed how fondly the followers were waiting us.

(There's no backing out now...)

(What should I do? I don't want to embarrass Victor.)

Victor: "Turn this way, Kate."

Kate: "O-okay..."

He grabbed my waist and tugged me closer.

(Victor?!)

He tipped my face upwards with his gentle fingertips.

And then, with us turned away from the followers...

...he covered my mouth with his hand kissed it.

Followers: "Yay! Congratulations!"

Follower in Glasses: "So wonderful! What a beautiful couple!"

Brunette Follower: "Aren't they? May the two of you have eternal love!"

(From their angle, it looked like we really kissed...)

I glanced over at Victor, and he shot me a mischievous grin.

Victor: "Save the real kiss for the person you actually marry."

Victor: "All right! Now, I'd like to thank you for hosting such a beautiful wedding for us!"

Follower in Glasses: "Thank us?"

Victor: "Everyone, may I have your attention?"

Victor: "I'm going to shake this jacket like this..."

Victor flapped his jacket.

It felt like everyone in the church was holding their breaths.

Victor: "And then..."

Victor: "Look, it's a white dove!"

As promised, a white dove flew out from his jacket.

Victor: "I did it! I really did it!"

Kate: "Pfft, ahaha! Victor, since it's a dove, I can't tell if it was a success or a failure!"

Victor: "Hey..."

Followers: "Ahaha!"

Victor: "One more time! Let me try just once more. Hm, what should I do this time?"

Once again, everyone around Victor was smiling.

They were all laughing and having fun.

I was smiling too, but now when I looked at his profile, I felt something a little... different.

==========

Once the lively wedding ceremony was over, Victor invited me out to the garden at night.

Victor: "That was a fun wedding, wasn't it?"

Kate: "It was. Your magic tricks were really popular."

Victor: "They're probably just being nice. But I'm glad that everyone was smiling and laughing."

Kate: "Me too."

A slightly chilly breeze tousled his long hair.

I remembered what he said earlier as I stole a glance at his profile.

-Flashback-

Victor: "I've experienced a lifetime's worth of pain and suffering, Kate."

Victor: "And I got tired of being held captive by it..."

-Flashback Ends-

I wondered what had caused him to suffer so much that he grew tired of it.

Whatever it was, all those days and nights led him to be the person he was today.

And that's why he was always laughing and having fun with everyone.

(But...)

(Just because he's used to bearing it doesn't mean he doesn't feel pain or sadness.)

Kate: "Victor, can I ask for a reward successfully completing the mission?"

Victor: "Hm?"

Victor: "Sure, of course. I, Victor, shall give you anything your heart desires!"

Victor: "Now tell me. What do you want?"

Kate: "The right to listen to you when you go through something sad or painful."

He hesitated, blinking at me slowly.

Victor: "Kate..."

Kate: "Oh, um. I won't force you or anything. I'm sure there are things you don't want to talk about."

Kate: "But when there are days you think you can't get through on your own, will you come to me?"

Kate: "I might not be as good at listening as you are, but for anything you tell me, my lips will be sealed like a vault!"

Victor: "Pfft, ahaha! Like a vault!"

Victor: "You're much too cute to be like a cold, steel vault."

Victor: "But I really appreciate it."

He smiled sweetly, then nodded.

Victor: "So I can call on you anytime then?"

Kate: "Yes! Of course, Victor."

Victor: "Ahh, just what am I going to do with you?"

He crossed his arms and stared at me.

Victor: "If you keep being so cute, I'll have to drag you down into the darkness with me."

His expression was so captivating I almost forgot to breathe.

My heart thundered loudly in my chest.

Victor: "Just kidding."

Victor: "It was such a lovely day, I'd hate to head home. Shall we play together a little longer first?"

End Bitter.