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[penny-beee]

Nothings Lost - Joel x OC Pt. 1

Pairing  - Joel x OC

Warnings - None right now

WC - Roughly 2.5k

Summary - Josephine Bailey was a loner, separated from her family on outbreak day she had never created a group of stayed with people. A fighter, she never gave up finding her family (even after setting in a small community in NW Washington State). When she receives word that her family is alive in Jackson Wyoming, she goes to see if its a reality. Not realizing she would finally have to lose some independence.

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     The world was quiet, water softly rushing in the distance. Streams and little bodies of water covered the northwest tip of Washington state. Always green and blossoming with life. The world was peaceful in this area, no one bothering the occupants because of the harsh weather. The constant rain and gloominess, kept most of the remaining survivors safe.

     Jo stood from the spot she sat at, watching as a rare deer ran off. A heavy sigh leaving her lips, she placed her bow back onto her back. The wood curved perfectly to her back. Crackles of thunder roared over her as she made her way back to camp. Her beat-up brown boots sloshed in the muddy grass, hat keeping her face from the rain. Her mothers favorite cowboy hat had made it through these twenty years.

     Jo gazed out at the open world, nothing destroyed and sad here, only the weather. No fungus, no infection. She was happy, content with her little town. Her feet led her to the community. It had only about fifteen houses, a market and stables. She continued to slosh her way down to the market. As she entered the old minute mart, her friend Julia stood behind the old counter.

     Julia was about Jo’s age, around mid thirties. She was sweet, rough and rugged but sweet. Julia was the towns main woman for food, mail, rumors, ammo, etc. She had it all. Julia turned her attention to Jo, giving her a small grin.

     “What can I do for you today Ms. Bailey?”

    Giving a tiny wave, she spoke up. “Nothing much, I need some arrows from Vince and some apples. Gonna make a pie.” She stated, hands resting up on the counter just across from Julia’s.

     Julia nodded, bun bouncing slightly as she turned to grab a bushel. “Oh! A letter came in for you today. Signed C.B.” Voice quieting.

      Jo’s face completly shifted, something she hadn’t seen since she was about fourteen. Claire Bailey. Her oldest sister, she was about five years older than Jo. Her hands moistened at the thought of family still out there. “Give it to me.” She paused not seeing Julia rush. “Now!” She raised her voice to let the other woman know it was important.

     Julia whispered an okay and grabbed it from below her post. A little white envelope with charcoal etched on the front ‘To Josephine Bailey.’ Jo gulped-hard, ripping open the prehistoric paper. An old faded piece of lined school paper laid in her hands. Eyes scanning quickly she read:      ‘Josephine baby, if you’re in Quileute please find us. Father, Nick, me and Lisa are in Jackson Wyoming. We miss you so much and hope you’re still alive or in your community. We have safety, food, a house and anything else you need. I’ll tell you about mom and Alex when you get here. xoxo’

     Salty tears welled up in the woman’s eyes, her heart racing through her chest. Nothing could’ve prepared her for this, she was in Jackson only a year ago and they weren’t. They had just passed each other. Sighing heavily, she gazed back up at Julia, pausing as she thought of what to do.

     “I’m gonna need all the arrows you can give me, all the ammo you can muster, a shine on my knife and two bags of oats.” Was all she said, slamming a few pieces of jewels on the counter.

     “I want the ring.” Julia bluntly spoke, eyeing the jade ring on Jo’s pinky finger. Huffing, she yanked it off and handed it to Julia. “Nice doing business with you.” Julia smirked, eyeing it now on her own finger.

     Jo left the market with a bag full of essentials. Ready for her adventure back out east.                                        — 2 weeks and 3 days later —      Jo didn’t have much trouble on the road, pretty smooth riding. Ran into a few clickers and maybe two runners but otherwise it was scenic. Her horse Alpa was used to the long rides, he was smooth and quick when he needed to be and trusted Jo. The two worked hand in hand to get safely to Jackson.

     Alpa walked slowly to the large wooden front gate of the town. Two guards standing at watch posts. Lifting their guns to her.

     “State your business.” One ordered, not talking his eyes off her.

     Her eyes ran between the two, hand resting on her old Winchester. Eyes resting on the one that talked first, she spoke up. “Family found sanctuary, I’m here to meet em’.”

     “Which family?” He asked again.

     The woman’s eyes rolled with annoyance. “Baileys.” Fingers now tapping the gun in a little pattern.

     “You been bit?” The other guy asked,  eyes looking her up and down. “Don’t lie cause we’ll check.”

     Scoffing, “No, I know how to handle the infected.” She spat, voice not raising but still sounding menacing.

     With a huff the men check her, noticing nothing unusual about her, they open the gate. Jo nods their way and follows the signs to the stables. A short ride to the left, Alpa had grown tired at the sight of a place to sleep. A man stood in front of the stables, tying some rope. His eyes caught her figure, up on the large stallion. The man waved her over.

     His eyes are aging, crows feet almost hiding them. Hair still pretty dark but slightly graying. The man looked like he was the guy in charge of this whole operation. “And who might you be?” He asked, eyeing the horse before turning to Jo.

     Jo held Alpa’s reins tight, patting his neck soothingly. “I’m Josephine Bailey, Hanson Baileys daughter.” She said, her eyes searched his.

     “Oh, no shit?” He chuckled at her. “Let’s put this fine stead away and I’ll lead you there!” He smiled, taking the reins from her.

      Her fingers tapped on her blue jeans as she waited for him to tie Alpa up. Jo grabbed her own luggage and swung it over her shoulders. The weight not bothering her, she had grown muscular over the years. Packing and fighting on her own. Jo never needed a partner besides Alpa and she liked it that way.

     The man went to help her, hands going to grab her bow. “I got it.” She snapped, her fingers snatching it from him.

     He smiled at her independence and backed off. “This way Ms. Bailey.”

     The two walked down the busy streets, feet matching in pace. Hers maybe a little faster than him. Heart exploding in her chest as she thought of being reunited with her family. The last thing she had said to any of them was ‘I love you’ thankfully.

     The man led them to a large house, two stories, faded blue paint and dirty white trim. The door had a screen closed and front door open. Guitar playing out for them to hear. Nick. He played in high school and was absolutely amazing at it.  A wide grin grew on her cheeks. hands squeezing tight as she thanked the man.

      Jo ran like she never had before up the stairs, feet stomping loudly and the guitar playing coming to a halt. “Nick!” She yelled, slamming the screen open and speeding to the living room. He was standing in the corner, eyes widened and mouth agape as he watched her run to her. 

     She was smaller than he remembers, hair still wavy and a mess. Now a few grays but she carried the youth in her face well. She almost hadn’t changed at all. A few cuts and scars but nothing astronomical. His arms opened almost without thought and wrapped tightly around her.

     “Jo girl. I can’t believe you’re here.” His eyes welled with tears as she inhaled his smell. His heart swelled a million times bigger than just a few seconds before.

     “Claire told me you were here.” Her voice breaking at the tears choking back in her throat.

     Nick pulled back looking towards the old wooden stairs. “Dad, Claire, Lisa! Jo is here!” His words echoed throughout the house. Almost shaking the shutters outside.

          More heavy footsteps raced down the stairs, the house moving with the thumps of the feet. First came Lisa, the youngest of all the Bailey’s. Her hair a dirty blonde, she had it tied in a loose bun. A long dress wrapped around her body. She was a woman now; last Jo had seen her she was just a small girl. Her face still round like when she was a child, it kept her looking youthful.

         Lisa embraced Jo tightly, her arms squeezing at Pennie’s aching back. “I can’t believe you’re here.” Her voice squeezed with the tightness of the hug. “Claire and I wrote the letter hoping you would turn up some day.” Lisa rested her head softly on Jo.

         Nick joined in, hugging the two girls. Two extra arms wrapped around the three, the smell of old cigars followed suit. Dad, Jo thought. “Where’s Claire?” Jo asked, her voice muffled from Nicks chest.

         Her father grumbled, “Probably out chasing that Lance boy.” She hadn’t changed it seemed, always finding some new guy to love on.

         The bunch pulled away all gazing at Jo, they thought she had died. The night Jo was separated, the family went to the school and just as they missed each other by a year with Jackson. It was only about 2 hours that night. They didn’t know where she would’ve gone, no average family really talks about the world ending. So, they drove and drove not knowing where she would be and the house was pretty much destroyed. Jo ending up in a car she had stolen from her now infected neighbors.

         Her dad spoke up, watering eyes blurring his vision just a bit. “Lets eat some food.” He sighed, reaching out to hug his long-lost daughter.

                                                             ~~~

     Jackson was different than Quileute, there were lots of houses, a bar and more. No freezing rain or massive lightning storms. The towns people were kind, open, and welcoming. Trees were sparse but comparable to the Northwest. The smell absolutely alien to her. She was used to mildew and salt water; she got mud and lavender.

     Jo had learned that the man that helped her find her families house was Tommy Miller. The leader of the town. He was nice enough, helpful. She hadn’t left the house much, if at all. She wanted to be with her family after not being for so long. They gave her, her little brothers old room. She grieved for Alex for about 4 days, looking at his collected trinkets. He was a sweet boy and the second youngest, a star basketball player. One film picture of him after the apocalypse sat on his dresser and she placed it in her beat-up wallet.

     Jo took time one afternoon to clear out some of Alex’s stuff and placed it in the attic with her mother’s stuff. Just as she grieved Alex, she did her mother. That one burning just a bit more, her mother was good and soft. Wholesome and kind, she was a gentle woman.

     She moved her small amount of things in. Her dresser basically empty, only a pair of cargo pants, an old grey Carhartt hoodie from Alex, and a thermal shirt sat inside. The room was lit by candles and oil lamps, walls a soft green and the furniture made of some type of wood. Maybe oak, maybe pine? Who cares. Her film camera sat on the dresser, waiting to be used. The smell of dust and fresh air mixed into the space. This would be her home now.

     Jo slipped her beat up Blundstones on her feet, her mom fit Wranglers complimenting nicely. Not that she was really needing to be a fashionista right now, she just found the little things nice. Smiling to herself she threw on her cream thermal over her tank top. Placing her mom’s old cowgirl hat on her head, she felt ready for her first day out.

     First, she would donate some of Alex’s clothes, maybe trade. Second, she would find some work.

     Sun shining, birds chirping in the trees, the world seemed okay now. Jo plopped down the porch’s stairs with some of Alex’s clothes in hand. She gave them one last big sniff as she neared a market. Sun beating down on her back she grew warm. Escaping the heat, she slipped inside the store. The shop was quaint, an old white haired lady behind the counter, just how Julia was. The thought made her smile a bit.

     The woman peered at Jo, eyes squinting to focus on her face. “Well, aren’t you a pretty young thing?” She gushed, her voice rickety.

     Jo’s cheeks turned a shy shade of pink at the compliment. “Thank you, ma’am. I’m here to donate these.” Jo plopped the pile of clothes onto the counter.

     The older woman looked through them, folding them neatly and putting them on the shelves behind her. “Can I get you anything, darling?” She questioned.

      “Just the directions to a bar of some sort.” Jo smiled.

     Jo stopped in front of the sign, reading ‘The Tipsy Bison’. Chuckling, she stepped in. Room filled with men and women alike, it was nothing like back home. A strange circumstance. A man waited behind the bar, watching the shenanigans happen.

     “What can I get you Ms. Bailey?” The man spoke, the stranger somehow knowing who she was.

     Her eyes furrowed, not understanding that word spread in this town. “Uh.” She trailed, still confused. “Just whiskey.” She ordered, sitting on the torn-up bar stool.

     The man filled the short glass cup, not missing the mark on how full to fill it. “I’m Seth by the way, I own this place.” His voice rung in her ears, nothing she genuinely cared about.

     Jo nodded and took a sip of the strong ass drink. Lips pursing as she set the cup down. Gazing around the room, she didn’t notice anything or anyone remarkable, just average normal people. Jo grabbed the cup again, bringing it to her lips. A shoulder roughly knocked her forward, the drink spilling all over the front of her clothes and slightly on her freshly washed hair.

     A sharp bang came from the glass as she waved her hands to get the wetness off. She stood slowly, turning on her heel. Her eyes raised from the persons boots to blue jeans to a mans face. His eyes sunken and tired, he had no remorse even remotely on his face.

     “The fuck was that?” She questioned, hand on her favorite knife. Jo’s eyes stared right into his soul.

     He chuckled softly, seeing her get defensive. He was tall, towering over her. He seemed confident he could just say the right thing and get out of it. “I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met before.” He smiled, offering a handshake.

     Her eyes narrowed, a quick glance at his extended hand to his eyes once more. “This is my favorite shirt.” She grumbled, hand smacking his out of her face. “Next time it wont be a smack.” Jo’s voice dripping with poison, she had grown past irritated. She left the smelly building with a few stomps.

     Grumbling more, she mumbled little ‘god damnits’ and ‘shits’ as she walked down the street. Her boots crumbled the now dry dirt, little dirt balls breaking under her feet. An almost silent shuffle came up behind her. A large hand tapping her shoulder.

     They cleared their throat before they spoke. “Hey, I’m-uh sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.” The same damn voice.

     Her eyes whipped around to his face. “Yeah obviously.” She motioned down to her shirt.

         He put his hand on his hip, relaxing as he tried to reason with her. He didn’t know why; he didn’t really care but for some reason he felt he needed to apologize to her. There was something about her he hadn’t seen in Jackson before, nor had he seen her to begin with. Scratching his salt and pepper beard, he spoke up once more. “Can I do anything?” He questioned.

          Jo’s eyes rolled as far back into her head as she could get them. “Yeah, watch out next time.” She spat.

[penny-beee]

Mysterious Marriages

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: none

Summary: She is one of Cregan Starks daughters, to be married to Prince Aemond. And Aemond, he just isn’t a man of many words.

Notes: I’ll make a pt. 2 if requested! Enjoy

The cold was all I’ve ever known, the vast darkness that kisses the castle walls every night. The constant clouds covering the sun, not allowing it to caress your skin. We were a pale folk. The North was brutal; it was a place for tough men and women. No one that made the journey to your family, lasted longer than a week. By then they were on the cusp of insanity. But us Starks, we were strong, well accustomed to the dark and harsh environments.

My father, Lord Cregan Stark; The Wolf of the North was a force to be reckoned with. He made sure that all 11 of his children were ready for combat, including the girls. He made our family The Wolf. So, when Queen Alicent sent word that the King had passed in his sleep, my father prepared for all 6 of his daughters to be married off. He sent us to be toured quickly, so that when the battle became rough; his heirs were across Westeros. I the middle child, fathers favorite was to stay in Winterfell and continue my daily duties.

I had never thought of leaving Winterfell, as much as people begged to leave my fathers depression filled town, I enjoyed the retched mead and winter. The cold kept me alive, as a child I would force myself to sword fight in the yard in my house dress. I wanted to be strong, strong like my father.

“Y/N! We have a visitor!” My lady’s maid yelled from the door.

“Is it urgent, I would like to finish my studies.” I pushed.

“It is a suitor, your father said he would like you in the council room.” She continued; her voice rushed as my father seemed to be.

“Let me get dressed, I will be down in a moment.”

I placed my charcoal pencil on my page of notes, letting out a stressed puff of air. I moved to my large wooden wardrobe. A beautiful grey dress hung right up front, dainty silver zig zags adorned the dress. I shuffled into the tight dress, my tummy now smooth and chest secured from a dark grey harness belt. The sleeves long and feminine. A thick fur cape like coat, sitting on my mannequin in the corner of my room. The salt and peppery fur matching perfectly with my ensemble.

A small smile grew on my pale cheeks, as I approved of my outfit. I sauntered down to the council room, letting the suitor wait for me. He came to my house, he would be on my time. My long brown hair, billowed behind me as I stretched the doors open. My father sitting on his wooden throne, a man with long white hair standing just next to him. A Targaryen.

He was tall, pale just like me. Missing an eye, a leather patch covering it. He was mysterious, his eyes not leaving mine as I walked to them. There was nothing showing but his curiosity. An almost silent ‘hmm’ left his pursed lips.

“Y/N, my doting daughter.” Father beamed. “I see you’ve put a true Stark dress on to show our guest who this family is.” He’s pleased, his deep jolly voice shook the room.

“Indeed Father, I wasn’t sure who the suitor would be. I am glad I chose the right dress.”

“This is Prince Aemond Targaryen.” He directed my eyes to the man. “He is here to wed you.” He jested.

“Father, I thought I was to stay here as sisters were out getting married.” I said, my own voice booming just a bit. My pale grey eyes peaked at Aemond, a simple smirk across his lips.

“I know my wolf, but this is a Prince. Your sisters are going to Lords, having you there puts Winterfell in higher standing.”

“But father, we’ve never been keen on the crown. We are happy with our people.” How could he go back on his word so easily?

“If I may interject.” Aemond started.

“Prince, you are to take my daughter to the Red Keep and if I am to receive any letters of infidelity, abuse or pain on my daughter. I will cut you down from the pompous throne you sit on. This is my one joy; this girl is the one I wished to make heir so many years ago.” My father stood, his sword at his side.

“We are to be married in a month’s time. Get packing princess, it’s a long ride.” Aemond stormed out of the room, his hair flowing beautifully behind him.

“Father, I wish to stay with you. I want to marry here with a Lord of Winterfell.” My voice cracked at the thought of leaving home behind.’

“Your brothers have that duty, as much as I regret this. I need you there.” He stepped down from the large chair, his large hands grabbed my cheeks.

I sighed as he held my body into his, I was the only child he’d ever really shown admiration to. My mother died when I was young, his affection was all that I have ever really wanted. I impressed my father daily, staying on top of my studies, becoming a well-crafted swordswoman, and a beautiful woman at that. I was a Siren.

I peered up at my father, our grey eyes meeting solemnly. “I will miss you father, dearly.”

“As will I my wolf, now get packing. Don’t forget to take Hell Bearer.”

I nodded, my hands now sweaty and softly shaking. A new world, a new life, a new companion. All in the span of an hour. I knew I was to marry; I was to become a breeding bitch; I was to become what my mother was and her mother before her. I was to stay silent and out of sight. I made my way back to my quarters, head held up high till my doors were firmly shut.

The ride to Kings Landing was brutal, the carriage stuffy and wooden. No cushion for my back or bum. Aemond was silent, his voice soft but hushed never made it passed a “Ill be back.” As he’d go to relieve himself. For a month we sat in those retched seats, him across from me, occasionally staring and then going right back to staring out the open window.

We covered hundreds of miles in just a few weeks. When we came across Kings Landing, the Red Keep standing tall in the back of the city. “We’re here” he whispered.

The sun was shinning bright in the sky, a sight I hadn’t seen in months. A rare delicacy for us northerners. The cage grew muggy, my hair starting to frizz just a bit. The thick furs no longer needed in the humid city. I shed the layer, feeling slightly relieved of the weight now missing.

“Aemond, before we go in. I would like to mention something.” I starred into his eye, sitting straight for the first time since Harrenhal.

“Go on.” His voice almost silent. Not entertaining the idea of speech.

“I know neither of us want this union. You want to be a free man, and I want to be in Winterfell. But please do not make a fool of me. I will stay faithful if you stay faithful. I will be your whore. I will bear your heirs if you protect us. I know things are different here for women. Please protect us.” I wasn’t begging, I knew better but I made it prevalent that I wanted to be happy and wanted him to share the feeling.

“I will do my best. I would surely hope to not be ‘cut down from the pompous throne I sit on’” He shot, his words simple but deadly.

I gazed back out at the city; we slowly came into view of the large castle I was to call home.

The castle was warm, uncomfortable compared to my last home. It was strange, bright reds and beige stones, beautiful flowers adorning most podiums. A vision of beauty, compared to the beast of Winterfell. Aemond stood just short of my side, his arm just barely grazing my back. Him and his few guards led us to the grand throne room. His family already waiting for us.

“Prince Aemond and Lady Y/N of house Stark” His guards announced as they opened the large metal doors.

The room was cold, few torches lit as the light came from windows behind the great Iron Throne. Many spectators stood to the side of the room, watching – judging as we walked towards King Aegon and Queen Mother Alicent.

“Hello, Lady Y/N. Welcome to the Red Keep.” Alicent paused, shifting her attention to Aemond. “My son Aemond, welcome home.” She smiled kindly at him.

“Thank you, mother. Afternoon brother.” Aemond bowed his head gracefully.

“You were right Aemond, she is a beauty. She’ll give you handsome heirs that’s for sure.” King Aegon laughed.

“Thank you for the betrothal proposal your grace.” I curtsied respectfully.

“Keep her hidden or I might make my way to her, dangerous beauty.” King Aegon jested, he found himself funny but no one in the room gave him a genuine laugh.

“Your wedding will be on the morrow.” Alicent was soft as she spoke, kind and motherly.

“Thank you, your grace.” I began tugging at my dress, ready to leave the gloomy room.

“You may leave. We have other matters to attend to.” King Aegon pressed, don’t with the site of you.

We gave a simple bow and ‘Your Grace’ before we turned to exit. Aemond, had a bad habit of storming out of rooms with no anger attached. He just had places to be it seemed. He led me down empty halls, up and down windy stone staircases to a living quarter. Two lady’s maids stood at the door with two guards posted at the door frame.

“These are your lady maids Helga and Serra, they will help you feel more comfortable in the palace. My room is this door here.” He pointed at the wooden door across from mine. “When we wed, we can decide to share or have separate quarters.” With that he disappeared into his room.

Standing, kind of slouched, I gazed at the two twin girls. “Its nice to meet you, could you help me find appropriate clothes for this place?” I shyly asked.

Nodding, they swiftly opened the door for me. The room was bright, a large patio as my window. Baskets of flowers sat on the fireplace’s mantel, a lovely red couch across from the small burning fire. My bed on the back wall of the room, a gorgeous red canopy with gold tassels fell above the dark maroon bedding. A vanity made of glass and wood sat just beside the door leading to the patio. A similar wardrobe to the one from home sat across. My fur coats already placed inside.

The fire crackled as I brushed the delicately carved mantel with my index finger. Winterfell was known for its beautiful wood work, this was definitely imported. A large gold framed mirror laid against the chimney, behind the baskets of flowers. Everything was so delicate. I was bound to break something in the privacy of my own company. Hiding to swing my sword around where I could freely.

Behind my bed, a doorway led to a large washroom. A footed tub in the middle of the room, a hole in the ground that led to a moat where private discretions could be dealt with personally. The room was in its self-amazing, even knowing the gross acts were going to happen.

The ladies stood at my door waiting for me to figure out what I was going to door next. Shockingly I chose to add some things to my room. “Please add a wooden post in the small room next to the washroom, I need a place to secretly train. I would also like a desk in that room. More books to, please.” I spoke, an urgency in my voice.

“We will let the carpenter know right away, your grace.” They curtsied and left the room.

Happily, I turned to take a cold bath on my own. I slipped out of my heavy Stark dress and filled the tub with the water provided. Dipping my toes into the cold water, I finally felt relief. A moment to myself, for the first time in a month. I wasn’t accustomed to all the company. I had been independent since I was a babe.

My long brown hair stuck to the tub and my soaked back as I laid my head on the back of the tub. Eyes closed in contentment.

“I see you have found the bath.” A smooth voice spoke.

“Shit! What are you doing in here.” Heart racing, I tried to turn my naked body from the voice.

“You’re to be my wife Y/N, I can be in your room all I would like.” Aemonds voice low.

Turning my head to see his own, rested on the stone opening of the room. I scoffed as I watched him stare at my bare back. A scar adorning my lean skin. The raised skin, ram from my left shoulder to the top of my butt. A scar from an intruder as a child. The one thing I hoped to keep from him, my deformity.

“I see we are the same.” Was all he said before he turned to leave the room.

Of all the things I wanted to know about me that was one of the last on the list. The huge scar I wore, day in and day out. I was lucky that mine was able to be covered and hidden from the world. My head spun as I turned to dunk my head in the water headfirst, barely scrubbed from the long journey here. I rubbed my scalp of the dirt that had collected since my last bath. I flipped my head out of the bath and stood slowly, to not slip and fall.

Drying myself, I walked to my wardrobe and grabbed a maroon dress. Something foreign to me, color. The long dress hugged at my waist, the sleeves long but mesh to keep me cool. The dress was different, less modest and warm than the ones I was accustomed to. I turned sharply to braid my hair into an intricate bun on my head. Smoothing out my dress, I decided for a walk about the castle.

They dressed me in a simple white dress, sleeves long and wide. The square neckline just barely showing my breasts, A gold sash was adorned on my hips. My hair was kept long and curling at my back. Aemond hadn’t seen me again that night, he didn’t join us for dinner, he didn’t walk to me to my quarters. I hadn’t seen him since the encounter in my bath. Now I was to be wed to him.

“You’re ready Y/N.” Helga voiced softly.

“Am I?” I stressed.

“We are to walk you to the gardens; there you will wed him.” Serra mentioned, the girls were quiet but kind.

“Thank you, ladies. I do apricate the kindness.” I beamed, keeping my smile small.

Oh, how I missed my family, how I missed the cold mornings and the snorting laugh of my father. The friendship I shared with my sisters. Not one laugh was shared here, everyone took themselves so seriously. I wanted to scream, shout, cuss this whole system out. I knew better. I was to be the silent wife to Prince Aemond.

We made our way down to the corridors that opened to the lovely garden. My hands quaked as we were told to wait for Aemond and Alicent to find their places. People rushed past us, servants, maids, knights, lords and ladies; alike filled into the seats outside. I shook my hands vigorously to rid of the anxiety.

“Lady Y/N Stark.” Was announced for me to enter.

The grand doors swung open, heart racing, eyes dry, I peered out to the bright space. Hundreds of men and women watching, judging, plotting as I walked down the long isle. There Aemond stood though, first time seeing him since the day before and he looked ravishing. He had cream white pants and undershirt on, a red overshirt and black boots. His lengthy hair half pulled up as usual and a black eye patch on instead of brown.

His eye wide as I gazed at him, his face unfazed otherwise. I noticed his hands fidgeting with each other as I got closer. A small quiet chuckle fell from my lips, hanging my head for a split second. As I raised my head to look at him again, I was there. His body towering over mine.

The people sat back in their chairs as I stood in front of him. Princess Helaena behind me holding a bouquet of flowers.

““We stand here in the sight of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife: one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever.” The minister started, his voice booming for all to hear. He tied our hands together tightly with a thin ribbon. “Let it be known that Prince Aemond of House Targaryen and Lady Y/N of House Stark are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder.” Pausing for effect. “In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon one another and say the words.” He finished.

We shared a kiss of bloodied lips, binding us together, we whipped the blood away and looked at the intrigued crowed watching. In the very back my father sat, a small smile pulling his beaten lips up.

“I present to you Prince Aemond Targaryen and Princess Y/N Targaryen!” Shouted the minister.

Aemond lead us to his chambers, the room was nothing like mine. Dark and cold. His room clean at the very least. The fire was going, little crackles and pops grabbed my attention. Warmth by a fire was a favorite of mine. To finally have peace and quiet after a long and loud day was even better. I stood above his fire, toasting my heads to distract from the nerves. I knew what was about to happen I knew he was about to take all I had ever saved for a man.

Aemond had never said more than five words to me at once and now he expected me to just give myself to him? I felt a shy hand on my shoulders. He was there. Swiftly, I spun to look only to see his chest. Huffing, I gazed up at his beautiful purple eye. “Aemond.” I started.

A small ‘hmm’ leaving his lips once more. “You haven’t said a full sentence to me since we met. Now you are expected to take me?” I asked, my voice firm as to not cause any confusion.

“Princess, I have been ripped from my life to marry you.” His voice just as firm as mine as he started. “As my wife, I will say. I am scared.” He admitted. Eye never leaving mine.

What was he to be afraid of? “Aemond, I don’t understand what to be afraid of?”

“I know you’re a strong woman, you’re a Stark. I don’t want to be anything less than what you need and deserve.” His voice low and his body now inches away from mine.

“I understand but this has been the plan for a month now.” I pried. “Tell me about you so that its comfortable for us.”

With a sigh, he backed up and sat on his luscious couch, legs crossing. He poured a glass of wine for us in two delicate goblets. I sat next to him, my feet curling under my bum. Wine in hand.

“I was the underdog as a child, my brother Aegon was always to be King and married, he gained a dragon at birth. Rhaenyra the heir to my father’s throne. I was the last, I was the joke. I fought them, I claimed what was mine rightfully and my eye was taken for it. I am a master swordsman, I pride myself on that, I pride myself on my mountainous dragon. I however didn’t get the one thing I wanted most.” He paused to sip his wine, my eyes fully on him. “I wanted a wife. Someone to love and care for.” He finished.

“Well you have one, I am here and I made a promise to be your wife and faithful to you.” I spoke softly, trying to make him feel the emotion I felt. I swirled my wine as he sat quiet for a moment.

“What about you, Y/N?”

“I am a fighter just as you, I enjoy sword fighting, painting, my family, the cold.” I giggled at the thought of never seeing another Winterfell snow. “I am the middle child out of the 11, and the most loved. I worked hard to be who I am and I too am scared to lose myself in this castle.” I confessed, nothing but the truth left my lips.

Aemond gazed at me, his eye peering down at me as I twirled my hair. “You really are beautiful. I did get very lucky.” He bashed; he was smitten on me.

“And you are very handsome husband.” I retorted. “Your voice is so soft and soothing, I could listen to you talk for hours." I too was smitten and couldn’t lie.

I kept twirling my hair as I stared into the fire. His body engulfed mine, his arms softly wrapping around me as his chin laid on my head. For the first time I felt a connection to him. I felt like we could genuinely be happy with each other.

“Our bedding can wait for tomorrow.” He spoke, placing a soft peck on my head.

“May I sleep like this my husband?”

“Please.” He hummed.

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Lady Wendy Inspiration Post

Go read part one of Lady Wendy! (:

Lady Wendy

Lady Wendy - Earth/Wind Eternal Elemental. She is the voice for the Earth and Animals. Heart broken she shuts out most of the planet - only keeping her heart attached to her Sacred Forest.

Loki Odinson

Loki Odinson - alive. Loki casted a spell to project himself in the battle between him and Thanos. Now, he waits around hoping for the world to become whole again. He’s calmed and at peace - his tricks however.

Prince Carter

Prince Carter - Lady Wendy’s best friend/mentor. He was casted out 10 years before she was for being a shapeshifter. He is an eternal - unfortunately his demise came when Thanos snapped his fingers.

Aura Jean

Aura Jean - Water Eternal Elemental. She is Lady Wendy’s best friend/mentor. Aura holds reign in Iceland.

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Lady Wendy

REWRITE (1/?)

Summary. Lady Wendy is an Eternal Elemental and heart broken, Loki the God Mischief is very much alive after Thanos.

Description. LokixReader(Provided Name)

Word Count. 2300

AN. I have a board for a story inspo if you want me to post it (:

Shouts from the castle help shattered and tore at my heart as they ran after me - the skirt of my dress held between my arms as I ran for my life. The people I had grown up with, the kind people that raised me and took care of me now viewing me as a monster. A witch. The one time I slip up of course being in front of the entire royal court.

I had held my power in for so long - only my mother and sister knowing of my impurities. We were sitting in the garden, watching the men play croquette (as we did every Saturday) together. Mother was sitting besides me, my head resting gently on her lap as she fondled with pieces of my hair. The relaxation soothed me - broke down the walls I had built for so long. I hadn’t realized I was making little tornados with my pointer fingers. Mother’s gaze being elsewhere but Queen Elizabeth’s being very present, the look of horror unknown until she stood from her seat.

“Witch.” The Queens voice just higher than a shout - pure hatred poured from the corner of her mouth, eyebrows furrowed and nose scrunched up high.

Instantly, I jumped from my mother’s lap. The word I dreaded to be called - shook me from my peaceful afternoon. I looked at my surroundings- the men had started to close in on me. One last gaze over to my mother - she mouthed the word ‘run’ silently. With a quick flick of my hands - I sent the men flying backwards to give me a head start. Running from a dozen men in a 40 pound dress was not going to be successful but I would die trying.

I trudged through the lawn - the sacred forest just a few feet ahead. One way or another I would make it through this trial. I peered over my shoulder one last time as I stopped at the edge of the forest. The crowd of angry people halting as well - I could hear the last piece of my heart shatter as they taunted me. A single salty tear crawled through my parted lips and into my dry mouth.

I turned on my heel and entered the abyss of mystery. No one had ever made it out of the forest alive - many men would go in looking for treasures beyond riches and never be seen again. Women would tell stories that the men disappeared simply to get out of their marriages. Men spoke stories of a ghost that lingered over it as if it was possessed. I however believed the forest could breathe. From my room in the castle - you could see the forest. The trees shifted in the breeze - when I would go near the tree line I could hear the groaning of the earth stretching with every breath. Nature is more than dirt and rock - its the way of life - it is life. The creator of all. In conclusion - the forest never scared me, only peaked my curiosity.

The wooden beasts surrounding the forest were dark - blackened. Grass dead and crisp under my steps - a warning sign for intruders to ‘beware’. A scent of green apple and pine carried through the air - kissing the inside of my freckled nose. A feeling of warmth caressed the places of bare skin on my figure. A strange feeling for a feared and uncharted place. The feeling was familiar though - father was similar. A knight - he towered over everyone and was a forced to be reckoned with. Father was a cold man - never showing emotion on his scared up face unless drunk off mead. I never understood how mother could do it for all those years.

A loud crunch of a twig tore me from my thoughts - my head whipped towards the location of the sound. Nothing in sight but trees. A soft airy giggle in the form of a breeze caught my eyes. Little pieces of leaf floated through it. Another wind bender? I wiped the few tears from my heated cheeks and stepped deeper into the forest - following the sweet sound. My dress ripped and shredded from the thorns - sleeves falling apart and hair going back to its natural wavy form. My feet bruised in the uncomfortable pointy shoes I had been expected to wear.

Just as the giggling stopped - a curtain of ivy shielded my vision in front of me. Curiosity took over my body, a soft grin of hope grew on my face as I pulled the ivy to the side. Bewildered at the beauty - I took every inch of the sight before me in.

The sun shown brightly - casting a slight yellow haze on the bright green and huge pine trees. Birds flew so carelessly up above my head. Wild flowers from Cornflower to Chicory adorned the ground - the grass now healthy and perfectly kept. A single white tailed Eagle in a tree across the field. The bird watched my every move, his eyes bore into my soul. I slipped the pointy shoes off my roughed up feet and shed the first layer of my dress off. The weight lightening quickly and sending a happy shiver up my spine. I stepped out into the light - the wind coming back to guide my attention to the eagle. He fluttered down - shifting into a human form effortlessly. Something I’d only heard in stories - a prince many years ago casted out just as I had been today for being a shape shifter. That was him, Prince Carter. My mouth fell open - leaving room for a little fly to crawl in if it felt fit. The Prince was as described in all the stories; pale blonde hair, almost white, pale skin with red freckles, tall and lengthy. I stood frozen for a moment before his hand on my shoulder awoke me.

“Lady Wendy, I’ve been waiting for you.” He confessed smoothly - his voice of honey in a warm black tea.

“For me? Why is that?” My voice cracked at the odd statement.

“My dear girl, you’re the protector of these woods - the winds - the animals. You’re our voice.”

“You’re our voice.” Rang in my ears for the millionth time today. Over the course of these 200 something years - I never forgot what Carter had said. I protected these woods - any soul for seen to have ill-will on my beloved home was rid of before they could step foot inside. I had grown - my powers more than a gust of wind or a tornado in my palms - I connected with the animals and plants. The persuasion of my tongue helped guide the plants in times of battle. The time of war, destruction and chaos was past us now. My home hadn’t been touched in over two decades - something I was proud of.

My hair grew out to my bum, the waves of chocolate brown would fall over my shoulders every now and again when I’d crouch down. A wooden crown adorned my head every so often - maybe a flower crown of daisies as well. I grew to love armored dresses and long simple gowns - my all time favorite being my emerald green cape and maroon red leather suit I mended ages ago. My face never fell with age - hair never grew grey - a few would come in every 15 years but nothing crazy. My hands stayed soft, a quality I never found imperfections in.

Carter had led me to a cottage one day - I had grown tired of sleeping under a willow tree. A woman with almost the most purest of intentions was allowed in the woods and had stayed in a stone lined cottage just a little deeper into the trees. I trudged barefoot through the wilted leaves and freshly watered grass. The cottage was buried under some trees, big flower bushes hiding most of the sides of it. A cozy and delicate home - something very different from what I had grown up in.

I couldn’t help but feel a tug at my heart strings, excitement filled my body. It was so incredibly adorable and it was all mine. I looked up at Carter - his almost black eyes staring back down at me. He was proud, the goofy grin gave it all away.

I grinned softly at the wholesome memory of my old friend. Oh how I miss that crazy bird. I sighed as I stood up to make my way inside - the sun was to set soon. I made my way to my little kitchen - a few dishes stacked up in my ancient sink. A task as simple as dishes - kept me level headed and humble.

Although, Carter explained many times my purpose and who I was. I never thought of myself as a “God” or Deity. I had met other benders throughout the years - some stuck in eternity with me and some down the path to die a humanly death. One of closest friends Aura was of the water element - she could feel every emotion of every wave - the heart and soul of every animal. Aura is an Eternal Elemental as I am. Cursed to protect our element(s) until another comes around to fill our shoes. The thought of death was something light to me - I had seen it so often in my animals and plants. It was peaceful, no pain came after just silence.

I sighed in content as I started washing the few dishes - times like this I wished for someone to come keep me company. I loved my animals and the earth around me but the lack of human connection killed my morale. I finished the little chore and sauntered over to my fluffy bed - over the years I realized if I didn’t have a man in my life a handful of pillows was going to come in handy. I chuckled at the thought of any man sharing my sleeping chambers - I shook the thought away and ruffled my hair up. Slipping out of my leathers and into a cotton sleeping gown. My limbs dove under the sheets - letting the warmth take over. I closed my hazel green eyes to only be consumed by rest.

I awoke the next morning just as the sun rose - my eyes fluttered open, my nose sniffing the at the familiar scent of morning dew. A personal favorite. Today felt good - my body was rested, my heart full of happiness and mind clear of any negativity. A day for dressing up. I squealed goofily as I made my way over to my closet of dresses. A newly mended gown sat in front of my pale face. That one it is. The beige gown kissed the floor and laid gently behind me - bronze metal embroidery outlined my bust and torso - creating a little corset. The sleeves were skin tight - little bronze cuffs keeping my wrists safe in a time of battle. I smiled at the beauty I felt but something was missing - my head felt too light. Cockily, I smirked at myself in the mirror. A crown. I grabbed my bronze and ruby crown - placing it perfectly upon my wavy locks.

Happily, I made my way out of my cottage and down to the meadow. A tall walking stick helped me trudge through the path. A few deer/doe laid in the grass peacefully - babies jumping around them. A few tweety birds flew besides my head - saying hello sweetly. A somber moment of pure joy - happiness from every creature I could feel the emotions of every animal and every plant - something I often casted away after the disappearances five years ago.

Suddenly, the ground shook. Nothing of my doing - I searched around the field to spot, scanning through every hint of darkness, nothing. The tree-line. A quick whistle escaped my peach lips as I summoned Clay my White Tailed Eagle to my side. I darted quickly over to the area of possible intrusion. There sat just a few feet away from the entrance, a black jet. I didn’t emerge, not yet. If they were a threat I couldn’t show my face just yet - I watched as three men stomped out of the back. A man of metal, a one eyed man and a man of mystery. My eyes furrowed as I watched them make their way towards me, my hand stiffened around my walking stick.

“Lady Wendy, we are here on good intentions. My name is Tony Stark, we met about five years ago when we came to recruit you.” The familiar voice boomed.

“You decided against me - do you remember that?” I sneered, the awkward memory of their director rejecting me because of my lack of motivation to help.

“Well we were hoping the motivation had changed after the disappearances.”

I stepped from behind the trees - my dress flowing behind my body. Clay perched himself on my shoulder and watched the scene unfold with me.

Amused - I stepped just in front of the three men. “What makes you think you can bring him back?” My poor Carter one of the vanished. My heart ached for him - he was kind and good. A man I could proudly call my brother.

“We think we found a way to get the stones together one last time.” The man I presumed to be Thor spoke up.

“And if this doesn’t work out?”

“Then we die.” The mysterious man stated - no feeling in his voice.

I sighed teetering over the weight of the two options, gazing over at Clay. Clay was only bird - I could feel like approval radiate from his feathers. Clay and Carter were my best friends - the two I could count on forever.

Finally, “You’re in charge.” I whispered to the bird before I brought Clay to my wrist and sent him off back into the woods.

“Alright, let’s get Carter back.”

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You’ll Never Be My Equal

Summary.

Circe the Goddess of Sorcery had grown to the Loki - he was everything she used to be. After the battle of New York, maybe a spark starts to emit?

Disclaimer.

This is the prologue so this is all during the New York battle.

Word Count.

1982k

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Alone, I sat peacefully in my castle just as I did every night. I had grown tired of my lonesome island - no longer forced or banished I’d occasionally make my way to near by countries and walk around. Examine the people that had taken over Earth - so sensitive and weak they were. I rubbed my forehead vigorously to belittle the new coming headache. No such luck - I sauntered over to my bed chambers. The enormous stack of pillows and blankets engulfing my slender body - I breathed in fully - letting the warmth hug me.

I awoke abruptly, jumping from where I laid. I could feel the fading familiarity of a presence radiate through my body. Someone was here, in the castle. I swung my feet over the edge of my bed and stood gracefully. My hands rested besides my hips - waiting for someone to come around the corner.

The smell of fresh dew filled my nostrils - Gaia. The mother of all life, the mother of Earth. Gaia slowly made her way in front of my face, she exuded a fresh and warming energy. Her smile always bringing joy to myself.

“Gaia, so lovely to see you.” I gushed, wrapping my arms around my great grandmother.

“Hello, Circe - I see you’ve been busy.” She chuckles as she gazes over at my messy enchantment table.

“If I grow rusty I can’t assist you or Zeus.”

“I am glad to see you’re still practicing and growing, I on the other hand have grown weary and need your help.” My grandmother paused on her words as she paced slowly around my chambers; head hung low. “I fear we will have an attack soon - I can hear the whispers, the air is changing. I want to send you and Athena to where my suspicions lie but I fear for now you will have to do this on your own.” Her voice was heavy - I could read from the atmosphere she was afraid for her home.

“When do you need me to leave?”

“Right now, New York City, New York. Stark Tower.”

I placed my hand gently on her shoulder, giving her a welcomed smile. “I’ll get ready and be out before Zeus can say lightning.”

With that, Gaia vanished - a few yellow daisies falling onto the spot where she stood. A part of me was excited - the first real reason to leave the castle in about 90 years. Another part of me was in anguish at my grandmothers heavy heart - she of course struggled before. The last time she called upon me was when Hitler was around - Athena, Nike, Hercules and myself to save the planet from total destruction.

I sighed, running a hand through my brown locks. I slipped into my navy blue peplos and flipped my leather wrist guards and sandals onto my body. Athena always showed up in the most heavily dressed armor - I’d sniffle at her as she’d oddly struggle at times to move around. I on the other hand dressed light, unlike other peplos mine was chiffon. The navy blue fabric only cinched at my waist and flowed around my legs - helping allude of a bigger frame. Hand to hand combat meant lots of large movements - meaning a larger dress was preferable. My hair was always kept down and long to protect my neck and head - feet bare in the old times but as humans grew more disgusting I now adorned leather sandals.

A cheeky smile crept onto my face as I remembered my old crown - bestowed after the Battle of the Americas. Zeus mended a crown of Vibranium for me, a gift for my newfound bravery and loyalty to him. I placed the intricate award on my head. Oh the rush before conjuring magic never grew old - as if an old friend had visited me. Circling my hands slowly in front of my body I swung them apart and slipped into the cracks of the realms. In a split second I was at the given location.

A man made of metal fell from the sky - landing on a circular pad. As his face uncovered, he was older - perfectly manicured facial hair and crows feet around his eyes. Stepping from the darkness - I made my presence known. His now average clothed body jumping at the sound of my feet. His eyes narrowed curiously.

“Who are you and why are you on my patio?” He questioned inquisitively.

“I am Circe, Goddess of Sorcery. I was sent here by Gaia to help save the planet.” My voice boomed as I stepped closer to the tiny human. My figure taller for the intimidation.

“Circe.. Circe. Where have I heard that name?” He paused, scratching his beard. “Oh! You’re a Greek goddess!” He eyes were unreadable - he wasn’t excited but he wasn’t upset. “The mythological Norse Gods are real so of course the ancient Greek Gods are as well. Doy.” He slightly slapped his forehead in disbelief.

“I got word of a threat coming to New York to destroy the planet. I am here to help. Athena was unable to join us.”

“What about Zeus? The bug guy available?” He laughed at his joke - a small rage boiling inside of my stomach.

In a split second I was towering over him - my body now a few feet taller than before. I held my staff tightly in my palm. “Don’t ever mock Zeus, again. If anything we can watch you all burn.” I spat.

“You don’t get out much, do you?” He waved his head from side to side in disbelief as he made his way inside of the shiny tower.

“Pep. We have a visitor.” He called out to the woman sitting at the black leather couch.

The room was enormous - vastly different from what I’d grown to love at home.

“We have two then, Coulson is coming up.” This ‘Pep’ spoke, she stood her body up and walked over to my now “average” sized one. “Nice to meet you, I’m Pepper Potts. You are?”

“I am Circe - Goddess of Sorcery. Daughter of Hecate.” I informed - her eyes grew as she realized. This was going to grow old fast.

The world wasn't ever going to be ready for mass destruction - it wasn’t a thousand years ago and it wasn’t now. Gaia knew that - she of all people wasn’t going to let go of her beloved world, even if they spat at her. I had met about everyone on the “team” as they called it - every introduction earning large eyes and an awkward silence. Fury was the most surprised out of them all - he stayed silent the longest.

Banner was alerted and got a hit on this ‘Loki’ in Germany - once again I had to save the country from a man that saw himself above everyone else. Ironic as my beloved friend Zeus was the same way. Rogers spoke up to volunteer to bring Loki in. We made our way to the city in Germany - the commotion had already begun. Loki was standing above a crowd of innocent faces - an elderly man was the last to kneel - speaking words of wisdom to the fallen Asgardian.

Rogers threw his shield at the puny god causing him to topple at the sudden impact. The crowd scattered away to safety. The two fought vigorously for a few moments as I waited in the shadows. Stark had originally planned to make an entrance if things went dark - but I offered to prove my loyalty just as I had for Zeus and Athena all those years before. As Rogers fell to the ground, I stepped out of the shadows. My staff in my palm tightly as I stomped entrancingly towards the men. A smirk grew on the tricksters face - unknowing of who he’d have to deal with.

“And who is this newbie?” His voice was rough and edged - he was cocky.

Again I had to introduce myself. “I am Circe, Goddess of Sorcery. Daughter of Hecate.” My voice boomed as my height grew. In a matter of seconds I was a tower over the small god.

“Circe. As in villain turned Olympian? You all had fallen?” He dropped the scepter and two daggers flew from his hands - his cocky grin once again appearing on his pale face. “Never mind that.”

His body lunged at mine, but as soon as he came into a close range my hand flickered up and threw a wall in front of his figure. He was stuck - his fists pounded at the shield. I shut my hand into a fist - a smirk now growing on my own face as the shield wrapped around his body tightly. The thought of turning him into a creature crossed my mind - but I had recovered from my old and cruel ways. I shrunk back down and carried him over to the jet. He had no chance.

The metal bird held us up in the sky, I sat across from Loki. His gaze bore into my soul as he thought. His eyes furrowed - lips tight, as if he was trying to connect the dots.

“Who sent you, we thought the Olympians were fallen.” He questioned, he was confused.

“Gaia - or as the humans would call her Mother Earth. She fears your path will destroy her.” I stood and gazed down on the man. “To us, you’re just a man. You’ve already lost Loki.” A jolt to the jet startled the crew.

Lightning broke and cackled through the night sky - Thor or Zeus had a temper tonight. Tony peered over at Loki.

“What’s the matter, afraid of a little lightning?” He chortled.

“I’m not too fond of what comes after.” Loki admitted.

A sudden crash erupted from the ceiling, someone was on the roof. The jets loading door flew open, a man - an old friend - Thor landing. The wind thrusted around, the mortals growing uneasy. Thor came to grab Loki - before I could manage to stop Thor they were gone. Tony gave me a ‘what just happened’ look before I vanished.

The realm allowed me to slip right between the two ‘Gods’ my dagger at Thor’s throat. “He’s ours.” I threatened, the sharp weapon almost piercing his skin.

“Loki will pay for his crimes on Asgard, witch.” His voice cold.

“I am no witch.”

“I wouldn’t taunt her if I were you.” Loki spoke up to protect his brother.

My eyes narrowed as I shoved Thor back. His hammer crashing down to wack me, I reached up and held it tightly. A look of awe and worry. I trickled my hands up to his temples - his bright blues rolling back as I casted his soul into a dream. Beer and mead satisfied his burdened heart. He was tired - struggling with the needs of the throne. As I searched his emotions and heart - he was good. Worthy. I pulled him out of it and stepped back from him.

His eyes glazed over as he came to be. “Circe? We thought you all had fallen.” His tone was hushed. “I had come to protect Earth because of the stories of the Olympian’s falling.”

I nodded, gluing Loki to where he was sitting so I could have a word with his brother. “We had vanished for almost a hundred years - we never fell. Zeus ordered us to go home after Germany. He has grown tired of the fighting - he’s growing tired of the immortality. The reason I’m here is because of Gaia not Zeus. She’s afraid your brother will destroy the Earth if we don’t stop him.” I confessed - Thor had been help to Athena many years ago. In all honesty I had a small trust in him. He was so similar to Athena and always loyal when we needed him - how could I not? “It’s been a long time, old friend.”

“I see, well let’s get Loki to Fury then.” A surprising agreement from him.

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so i want to write a fic with Loki/avengers. my idea is crossing the Norse Gods with the Greek Gods, somehow connecting Athena (or whoever is suggested) and Loki. Greek mythology is dated back 3000-1100BCE and Norse mythology is the 13th century so i’m thinking of making the greek godess have a stronger will and character. idk let me know in the comments!

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Just some dancing to brighten up your quarantine.

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warnings- I used a character name but I can post one with ‘y/n’ if you want

summary- A Ravenclaw and Slytherin living different paths but will the love be able to survive ?

word count- 3.9k

My Girl

The echos of my parents persistent ‘house of Ravenclaw’ speeches ring throw my head as I made my way into Hogwarts. I could feel the stares of my peers as I walked passed them and into the dining hall, whispers of ‘the next headmaster’ falling my every step. Only at the age of eleven would people think it’s okay to push this so harshly onto me. My mother Juliet Payne and father Reginald Payne were as close as one could be to Dumbledore - being as they were the closest of friends they’d made an agreement that once I passed top of class with a level and good nature - I’d become headmaster.

The sorting hat called name after name, Hermoine Granger, Vincent Crabbe, Draco Malfoy, and then me - Persephone Payne. I sat in the chair that towered over me, intricate wooden carvings ran through the back of the chair. Professor McGonagall placed the old hat atop of my head. The overwhelming feeling rushed through me, the rumbling of its voice vibrated and rung my ears.

“I see so much potential, I see the prophecy. Yes..” The hats words ran off. “Yes.. I see much of Gryfindoor but I see much more in Ravenclaw.” It thought for a moment, grumbling down at me. “Ravenclaw!” The hat shouted for the whole room to hear.

Gazing over at Dumbledore, he had a soft smile on his face - he was happy with the result. I knew my parents would be too.

I sat at my wooden desk in my dorm room, the ornate mirror casted my reflection. Long brunette hair curved around my cheek bones, deep green eyes of the forest, and porcelain skin that I had inherited from my darling mother. I cleared my throat, brushing through my bedhead, today being my very first day of classes - I tried hard to look presentable. I slipped on my navy uniform and made my way down to my first class, Charms. I sauntered over to the front of the classroom, Hermoine sat just across from me - books already out. I gave her a soft grin as I got my own supplies out. The young girl had a very competitive energy - her smile back was barely meaningful.

Class went on, we all introduced ourselves and one thing we’d want to learn this year. Not many people paid attention, most gazing off into space or slowly falling asleep. I took notes, repeated important information in my head and volunteered when no one else would. I gathered my few books as class was dismissed, I continued on with my day.

When the long day had ended, I sat at the Ravenclaw dinner table, plenty of students would smile kindly and try to start small conversations. They knew of the prophecy - as did I of course. The dining hall was enormous, bigger than the one at my parents estate. Old stone adorned the walls and floors, headless horsemen and beautiful historic women danced around the room. The dinner had disappeared around 6:30 and desert popped up from the middle of the table, cupcakes and candies lining the center. I placed a white cupcake on my plate, not too bothered in eating the tiny sweet. Mother gave me such a sweet tooth growing up, we had candies and muggle treats around every corner of the house - her excuse was always that she felt it gave a warm feeling to the house.

A bounce of my bench woke me from my thoughts, my head reacted faster than my eyes did and whipped towards the maker of the small commotion. A boy sat besides me; white hair slicked back and light blue-gray eyes stared deeply into my soul. His cocky smirk lit his face up. The boy looked familiar but I couldn’t quite put his face to a name.

“So, you must be Persephone Payne - the girl who will take over from Dumbledore. You’re cursed to this retched place eternally.” He huffed, thinking his disrespect was something humorous.

“I’m sorry, but you are?” Confused why I should even have to listen to a word he had said.

“A pure-blood like yourself and you can’t even recognize a Malfoy. How tragic.” The boy rolled his eyes, it then clicked. The icey blonde hair, cocky demeanor, he was definitely Lucious’ son.

“Ah, Draco. How pleasant to speak to a Malfoy.” The fake words of endearment dripped down my lips like venom. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to go get to bed.” I swung my legs over the bench and turned my back on him for the first time.

A few years had passed since my first day at Hogwarts, my name no longer was a big deal (people finally realized I’m just a normal witch with normal feelings). I had grown a few inches in height but never reached the average 5’5”. My cheeks thinned and my invisible curves came in, skin finally cleared after year 3.

Year four - the year of the yule hall and the tri-wizard competition. Alone in the astronomy tower, I watched the stars. The autumn night was crisp, the musky pine smell mixed with a hint of cinnamon was always comforting. A slow wind, kissed my bare wrists and cheeks - turning my face a soft rosy red. Hermoine had ditched out on me tonight, usually she came up here with me to study but with Harry in the competition she didn’t want to leave him or Ron alone. So I stood at the edge of the railing; hand curled under my chin and feet twisted under me. The nights like this were when I felt at peace with the world, the loud halls were forgotten and the lonely meals were put behind me.

I could breathe up here, scream at the world for cursing me to live the life my parents had wanted for me. I adore helping and teaching people from every walk of life, but it being my parents choice before it was mine was the difficulty. I sighed loudly, turning on my heels to leave. A tall blonde boy lurking in the shadows startled me, jumping slightly as my heart raced. Draco.

“I-I was just leaving.” I stuttered in surprise.

“No, no worries I was actually looking for you.” He grinned, nothing of his usual cocky smirk was detected.

“Alright, whats going on?”

His hand reached for the back of his neck, scratching sort of awkwardly. The boy looked shy - preserved almost; hand buried in one of his pockets, hair slightly tussled and the most awkward grin making its way onto his face. “Well, the Yule Ball is coming up and I was sort of hoping you would go with me?” Ah that’s why.

“Sort of?” I tested him.

“Uh, no no. I do hope you would go with me.” There he was, the boy with all the confidence in the world - or maybe none at all. He stood a little taller, head a little higher.

“Sure Draco, I’ll go with you. No funny business though!” I pointed a single finger at him - gently smiling

He simply nodded, gazing down at his feet awkwardly. “Cool.” He breathed out quietly.

I walked passed him slowly, stepping up slightly to give him a soft kiss of his frozen cheek.

The day of the ball came up quickly - all the girls gossiped about who was taking them and who was taking others. I just smiled and nodded, not wanting to be in the drama too much. My dress was hung up on in my closet for about a week, a sheath navy blue velvet dress waited to be shown off. I happily threw it over my shoulders, the slit went up just to the center of my right thigh, the spaghetti straps accentuated my collar bones perfectly. I straightened my brunette locks and painted light makeup onto my pale face. Leaning over, I strapped on my black heels. Draco had left me red rose the day before, since the night he’d asked me to go with him he’d been around more. He would wave in the halls; sit next to me in class every now and again, even come to the astronomy tower to keep me company. The way I was starting to feel about the Slytherin boy felt dangerous. The heir to the cruel and awful man Lucious with the good and fair heir to Dumbledore was the oddest of mixes. We brought stares when we were seen in public, although we aren’t together - people had their doubts.

Cho came in - swinging the door wide open, of course startling me from my thoughts of Draco. I stood up, nodding at her.

“We’ve got to go Seph.” She smiled, she looked astonishing. The two Ravenclaw girls to be the talk of the night.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Draco met me at the entrance of the Ravenclaw common room, he looked dashing. Black suit and fluffed hair, oddly a rush of nerves ran through my body.

His cocky grin showed up once again when his eyes landed on me. “Well don’t you look breathtaking Ms. Ravenclaw.” He smirked.

“As do you Mr. Slytherin.” A hushed chuckle left my lips.

I didn’t take his hand or arm that he offered, instead a little spurt of anxiety dampened my hands. I rubbed them together nervously. My walk was a slight waddle as we made our way to hall, feeling powerful in my heels, I stomped next to Draco - hair swaying behind me. We talked about everything from our parents, to the prophecy, to classes to what our favorite candy was. Draco was sweet, different from what I had seen in the halls throughout the years. He had a kind heart, unlike his father (who I’d met one unfortunate day). His presence was warm, I could actually speak to him. The awful part about this whole thing was that tonight would be the last night I could “pursue” him as my mother said. Him - a Slytherin boy with corrupt parents and views wasn't to be with me. Mother didn’t want to break my heart too much and tell me I couldn’t go with him to the dance, so here I was sadly swaying from side to side to the music in Dracos comforting arms. He smelled of fresh morning dew and a sweet green apple, a unique scent.

I let a single tear fall from my eyes as I laid my head on his chest. No one were to see it, no one were to know of the anguish I was to endure after breaking this poor boys heart. Before he could divulge his eyes onto me, I wiped the tear away. He pulled me out in front of him - a genuine smile on his goofy face.

“Thank you for being my date tonight, we hadn’t talked much these past few years so I was shocked you said yes.” A chuckle left his soft lips.

“I thought I should take a chance on you. I’m glad I did.”

“I really do like you Seph. I can’t help but feel whole when I’m around you, you make my hard days so much better. I want you to be mi-.”

I cut him off.

“Draco, I got to go.” I spun around quickly and made a run for it, I couldn’t do it. I ran down the empty corridors - down halls - turned corners till I made it to the courtyard.

The crisp air rang chills down my spine. “Seph! Persephone!” His voice came into earshot.

“What Draco!?” I shouted, I wasn’t angry but I tried hard to be.

“What’s going on? Why did you run off like that?” He quizzed, I could hear the hurt in his words.

“I can’t be with you. I can’t do this. I don’t want this.” My voice was stern, I stared into his eyes as I watched the happiness fade.

“Why not? What did I do wrong? What happened between now and the last two months?”

“You’re cruel just like your father, I’m suppose to be with someone good. Someone that will help others thrive not drown.”

“I am not like my father.”

I shoved passed him, heart breaking piece by piece as I made my way back to my dorm. The tears fell heavily - gasps and hiccups leaving my throat. A feeling of heartbreak I had never felt before tore at my bones.

Although it had been two years after my “break up” with Draco - I still couldn’t get that boy out of my head. I passed him in the halls - stealing quick glances. Watched from afar as his life spiraled down - I knew he was hurting. Everyday he grew more quiet and more pale, he was becoming a walking bag of bones. I watched as he slowly melted into a depressive state. We had potions together with Mr. Slughorn. Draco was quiet, didn’t ever talk, stayed out of group conversations

As a group, the class stood together in the center of the room. I watched as Slughorn explained the potion in front of us. Amortentia - supposedly the most powerful love potion there was. I chewed on my thumb nail as he called up a few students to take a whiff - of course Hermoine described Ron. Hermoine came and took her spot next to me, she fidgeted with her fingers slightly as she gazed at Ron for a moment.

“Persephone, would you please come take a sniff?” Slughorn asked politely.

I nodded my head, taking the few steps to the cauldron. I bent over taking that small sniff. Memories of Draco filled my head, the teasing back and forth in year three, his perfect winks, his warm smile, resting my head in his chest as we danced - the overwhelming scent of him. The scent from the night he’d asked me to go to the dance with him. Slughorn leaned over, intrigued.

“Uh, fresh air after it’s rained, crisp green apples and cinnamon.”

Slughorn gave me a knowing look before ushering me back to my spot. Glancing out of the corner of my eye I could see Draco's face scrunched up like he had smelled something bad. He was angry with me.

Slughorn dismissed class 20 minutes later, I gathered my things and made my way for the door. Leaving the class behind me, I felt a big hand grasp my wrist, turning me around swiftly. Eyes meeting with the once vast blue ones of Draco's.

“So you reject me and don’t speak to me for two years and then decide to say you smell me for your Amortentia?!” he shouted, his voice startling me. He could see me jump practically afraid of what was to be said next from him.

“I didn’t want it to be you Draco, I didn’t even want to be asked to go up.” My voice quivered, I tried to sound strong - like I hadn’t felt bad for toying with him.

“You’re a real class act Persephone.” With that Draco left, he left me just how I did him two years ago. Alone, sad and broken.

Dumbledore was dead, murdered by his dear friend Snape. The school was taken over, death eaters ran a muck around the school. Our ‘army’ fought hard, throwing spell after spell. I was guarding the Gryfindoor dorms from the death eaters, all of the first through third years hiding away upstairs. A fellow Ravenclaw Beatrice stood next to me, our wands raised while we hid behind our makeshift barriers in front of the wooden doors. My head was pounding, head bashed from a death eater just a few moments before. My fingers ached as I clutched my wand tightly, watching every inch of the corridor for someone of the opposite side. I just wanted mother and father, I just wanted to see Draco one last time. He had come to say goodbye only a few days before, saying he understood if I never forgave him but he had no choice. No details were given but I’m sure he was talking about the current situation.

“You’ll always be a part of me.” His last words to me sang in my ears all day. A boy that was forced into the all wrong choices now had his life on the line because he couldn’t leave his mother behind.

A rush of a few death eaters ran down the hall towards Beatrice and myself, our screams filled the hall as we fought back and forth. Spells flew over my head, next to my face and right at the barrier. I feel like I was done, like I had no more fight inside me, for 5 hours I had been at this post fighting off the cruel and hate filled followers. Finally the two of us fought them off.

The sound of quick steps brought my attention back at the hall, wand up I pointed it at the direction of the sound. Turning the corner, a frightened Draco made his way down the corridor. My wand staying up and pointed at him, did I trust him? Beatrice peeked over at me, unsure of what to do next.

His face was bruised and bloody, suit covered in dust and dirt. He looked lost, like his hope was sucked from his eyes.

“It’s over, Seph. Please, Voldemort wants us out front.” His voice desperate, his eyes searched for help.

I pondered for a moment, wether me going out to the courtyard was the best choice; ultimately deciding yes.

“Beatrice, get Luna and keep the door closed and gaurded.” Beatrice nodded - turning and calling out for Luna from the common room.

Luna stepped out with her wand in hand, I gave the two girls a strong smile and walked away from them. I clenched my wand tightly in my hand as I walked with Draco. We didn’t speak, he knew I was angry at him, he knew that if it were any other time I’d shout and shout till my voice broke. We made our way to the front entrance and stood among the crowd - sifting through the people we both stood out at the very front.

Harry used all his power to fight against Voldemort, he pushed and pushed till Voldemort finally let off and died from the over power of Harry. Draco held my hand behind his body, tightly he saw his mother emerge from the band of death eaters. His mother stared over and found us, her eyes pleaded for him.

“Draco.” Her soft voice sang from across the way.

He didn’t move.

“Draco, let’s go home.” Again, she quietly begged for her son back.

His grip let go of my own, taking strides towards his mother. The whole group watching him leave the scene silently. My heart shattering for the third time, he had left me behind again.

My chest caving in, I made my way to the make shift infirmary. There laid my mother and father, dead.

Merlin mocked me, he looked down on me and decided all in one day I were to lose the love of my life, parents and friends. My throat grew dry, I felt dizzy and like I was suffocating. Hoarse screams left my throat as I fell onto my knees next to my deceased parents. The life taken from their kind souls, no goodbyes were ever given.

I felt people staring, for the first time since fourth year I felt alienated again. I felt helpless and weak. I pushed the tears that wouldn’t stop spilling from my cheeks, snot mixing with them making me look like pure hell.

That night I cried myself to sleep, for the last time I was with my mother and father. My body was shriveled while I slept in a hall.

A couple of years passed, I inherited my parents estate and all the money they left behind. I declined the offer at Hogwarts as I had lost so much in my years there. The ministry understood - I lived off the 1.2 billion dollars my parents left behind for me.

The house was huge, 10 bedrooms and 12 bathrooms all for myself, my cat Ginger and my house elf Elsa. Elsa and Ginger were my only friends these days. The house had a warm toned pallet, all shades of brown and maroon. Antique furniture and paintings filled each room, plants in every window. Most days I spent in the living room, laying under the huge window listening to classical music and reading. Elsa would make some tea for us and we’d read together or she’d go off and do her own thing.

I finished up my plate of pasta and grabbed Elsas from her as she had finished as well. I sauntered over to the cozy candle-lit kitchen and placed the dishes in the sink - not feeling up to the task quite yet. I sighed - another night of being alone in the huge house I called home. I roamed up the wide wooden stairs to my bedroom in the west wing.

The walls were painted a sandy beige, floors a dark cherry oak and a large ornate rug laid on top. My wide bed sat in between two grand windows, draped with sheer white curtains. I had two antique wooden night stands next to my bed, photos of my family were on each. The smell of cinnamon apple was a constant need for my room to feel warm and welcoming. Like the boy all those years ago.

I drug my feet over to my walk-in closet and looked for my navy silk night gown. Satisfied, i slipped out of my day clothing and pulled the gown up onto my body. I turned to gaze into my floor length mirror, looking at my body. A single scar on my shoulder left from the war, reminded me everyday of what happened.

A chime of my doorbell filled my ears - making me question why someone would be here so late. I grabbed my silky mesh robe and threw it across my shoulders. I walked out of my room and towards the stair case. As I glanced down at the door, now opened and Elsa closing it behind the guest my heart quickened it’s beating. A boy I once knew was now a man. His famous black suit with a black turtle neck underneath, blonde hair hanging down his face, small wrinkles forming in between his brows, his skin brighter and eyes blue once more. Tears began flowing down my face, I fastened my pace - robe flowing in the wind behind me. I jumped off the last stair and into Draco’s arms. He caught me perfectly. I held onto the back of his hair, wanting to make sure he was really there. I cried into the man, holding him so tightly afraid he’d disappear if I didn’t.

“My girl. My Seph. I’m here now.” His voice cracked, he was starting to cry too.

“I thought I’d never see you again.” My muffled words floated into the air.

“I know, but I got out. I couldn’t take it anymore, living the life others wanted for me.” He took a deep breath in. “But I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere.” Voice calming.

I pulled out of his hug, placing me gently on the ground so he could look at me properly. “you look as beautiful as the day I lost you.” A tear fell from his sorrowful eyes.

Wiping it away, I connected our lips. All the passion I had worked up for years just let out in one kiss. His hands grabbed at my hips, one arm gently moved to my cheek and then to the back of my head getting lost in my messy hair.

I pulled away once more and grabbed his hand from my hip, leading him up the stairs to our new room.

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A Fathers Sins (2/2)

I didn’t know how to finish this so here ya go.

It had been weeks since Draco last saw her, he’d been talking to his mother about what had happened all those nights before. She revealed that y/n parents were death eaters at one point and wanted out, the dark lord not agreeing - sentenced them to death. Draco’s heart was aching for her - the thought of losing his mother was unbearable.

Draco paced in circles around his dorm - unsure of how to handle the thoughts in his head. His hand scratched through his hair aimlessly, he tugged every now and again. Sighing, he pulled his robe onto his shoulders and left his cold room. He made his way down to the dining hall. Students filled the tables for lunch, he scanned around the huge room - failing to find his old friend. He turned on his heel and stomped through each corridor. Where the hell is she. He thought, all the little hiding spaces she had shown him were empty. Y/n nowhere to be found.

The library was cold, a few lanterns light a handful of tables. Books from all over the world were stacked above Draco. He’d never really done too much in here, occasionally grabbing books for class but nothing farther than that. Draco’s feet moved him down the main isle - he glanced down each side isle in hopes of seeing her. He soon stopped in his tracks as he made his way to the end of the hall. There she sat, hair falling down the sides of her soft cheeks - glasses falling down her nose. A sight he could never forget, the beauty y/n held so effortlessly he’d always admired. She had once been his only reason for coming back to the school - the foolish book worm.

Draco mustered up some courage and sat down next to the girl, he brought his knees up to his chin, ultimately folding his body into himself. Y/N slowly glanced over at him, her eyes piercing into his own.

“Look who it is.” Her voice rung in the boys ears, her voice as sweet as honey.

“I-I’m sorry.” He choked out, all courage had now drained from his tall body. “I had no idea, I shouldn’t have been so angry.”

“Draco, its not your fault. Your face brings me so much pain, I look at you and I think of them.” A tear threatened to spill over. “I-I'm not ready to even look at you - not till I’ve made peace with it.”

“I understand, I just miss you y/n.”

Things had changed, Draco was prosecuted but deemed not guilty - Voldemort was dead and everyone else had just gone about their lives. I lived on the money mother and father left me. The house I once loved felt much bigger as I was alone here. The walls were cold, hard wooden floors froze my feet every morning. I had every wall repainted, new furniture but same pictures. I sat at my dining table, thinking over today’s plan.

A small trip to Hogsmeade sounded just about right, I threw my black fur shall over my shoulders and put a pair of black leather booties on my feet. I made my way to the town, Madame Puttifoots tea shop in mind.

The snow fell silently, muffling the sound of wind and any other noise around me. My hood now adorned my long brown hair. I made my way into the shop, a sense of security fell over my shoulders as I smiled at the woman standing at the register. I ordered a simple black tea with two sugars and made my way to a little table by the big front window. I stirred my tea as I watched the people outside live their own lives.

Men, women and children all walked past the window. Most looked in a rush, my eyes wandered to a little alleyway just down the street. Ice blonde hair shimmered in the street lamp, the familiar facial features sent chills down my spine. Draco.

It had been years, now 23 I had felt at peace with the situation. I never spoke to him again and he never did me, why now? His eyes stared me down. A new uncomfortable feeling made me stand from my seat, my body unable to process for a moment - I finally walked out. I turned sharply to my left and threw my hood over my head, holding it close to my face. My long skirt swayed between my ankles. A tap on my shoulder caused me to jump out of my own skin, I needed to be strong. Turning, I stared up at the man. My head held high, eyes firmly stuck on his. His hair had gotten longer, eyes at peace, his gaze had grown soft. My frown rose into a soft smile, unable to control myself as I felt a sense of confidence wave over me.

“Hi.” I awkwardly sighed out.

“Hi.” His smile grew more.

“I’ve missed you, Malfoy.”

“I’ve missed you too.”

A grin pushed my cheeks up, I couldn’t help myself. I wrapped my arms around the now mans body. The man I still loved so dearly, held onto my waist tightly and buried his face in the crook of my neck - I had yearned for this for years. The hatred and repulsive thoughts dissolved as quickly as a breath for air - finally. I pulled away from him, my eyes once again meeting his.

“I’m at peace finally.”

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hey guys! just wanted to let you know that i’m working on three different fics right now, hopefully all should be done by friday! ‘A Fathers Sins’ is in that bunch!

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A Fathers Sins

Pt. 1/2

Draco x Reader

Description. Readers family is killed by Dracos father and they must overcome it.

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Thumps of despair emitted from my body, sweat dropped down my burning cheeks. The room had grown dim, lamps thrown around; books and framed memories in places not meant. Mothers body laid sprawled out, while father was pushed against the wall with gashes covering his now unrecognizable face. My own body curled up in the corner of the living room, I could just barely see. I softly whipped my aching nose, blood pooling next to my head. I glanced over to my mother seeing her body slowly rise and fall. She was dying, slowly and very painfully. The tall brute that had attacked my family tapped his cane on the ground as he walked away, blonde hair glistening in the hall light.

I gazed over at mother one last time, her mouth now gaped and eyes staring back into mine; a single tear fell down the side of her temple. I felt like screaming, belting out gibberish until my parents were healed. Father was lifeless, his stare - empty. I reached for them, my tears streaming down and meeting the blood. The cries grew my mind and body exhausted, sinking me into my last peaceful slumber.

Since that night in London, I had nightmares almost every night. The faces of my murdered parents haunted me, I was unsure of why my loving family would be murdered before my eyes.

I clungg tightly to my school books, knuckles turning a pale white. I could feel the stares of my peers as I walked down the hall to potions. From the attack, I had acquired a scar from the top of my hair line down to my right eyebrow. Mother had pushed me out of the attackers way; causing me to topple onto a broken picture frame.

Uncomfortable, I sped up my pace - almost running to potions. I plopped down in my permanent seat at the back of the class. The second day of sixth year, the second year of being completely and utterly alone. After the unfortunate ‘accident’ two years ago, I closed my doors off from everyone. My two closest friends Draco and Pansy never got an explanation, I just disappeared. Only a few weeks later had I put the pieces together to figure out that Dracos father was the murderer; concluding in me that I would push Draco the farthest away. I never spoke to him again.

Days usually blurred together, I’d pay attention when needed and get good enough marks to pass each class. Although a pure blood, I had grown to the wizard life and world. The cruelty, selfishness, greediness, etc. I resented it. I tried to vanish after classes; study in my room, eat and then sleep.

Today was no different, I finished my last meal of the day and headed for my dorm. My small feet drug on the stone floor, mind empty of any worthy thought. I rubbed my clammy hands on my cheeks, basically out of despair that was my reality. As I went to look ahead, my nose ran into a hard surface, my feet stumbled under me causing me to fall slightly backwards. A long arm extended to help balance me. Glancing up, Draco was there towering over me just as he used to - many years ago. His eyes furrowed in pain, his ocean eyes growing cold.

“Watch it, orphan.” He snapped, he retracted his arm from my shoulders quickly.

I couldn’t take it personally, he didn’t know about what his father did and I was the one to shut him out. Ashamed, I whispered a ‘sorry’ and continued on my way to my room. There was a weight in my heart having to walk away from the boy I loved but resented so much for the second time.

The following month Draco wouldn’t stop glaring, his eyes wouldn’t leave mine. At times, I grew heavily uncomfortable and shift in my chair awkwardly.

“Y/N, why don’t you come and give this a whiff?” Slughorn tore me from my thoughts.

The seat creaked as I stood up, my hands grew moist - anxiety levels rising. I cleared my throat quietly and took a long sniff at the pot.

“So?” He questioned.

“Uh, soggy robe - a musky smell of pine and muddy shoes.” I coughed out - I knew exactly who that was.

“Draco! We have to go back! We’re going to get hypothermia!” I shouted worriedly.

“Oh don’t be shy Y/N, it’s just a little rain.” Draco laughed maniacally.

What was he up to, I wondered. He turned his back to the castle and slowly turned into a jog backwards - whirring around he darted. “Hey! No fair!” I giggled, chasing after the boy.

His long legs had carried him far, his nice oxfords met a huge mud puddle and splashed the front of his pants and shoes. We made our way into a corridor and stopped to catch our breath. I gazed over at the panting boy, his hair all a mess and clothes filthy - the smell of mud and soggy fabric filled my nose.

“As much fun as that was, we should probably go get washed up and head to bed.” I laughed through my loss of breath.

“Alright little rule follower - I’ll see you tomorrow!”

I cherished that memory, one of the last that I had with him.

The first day back from the attack, my eyebrow was healed but the scar shinned bright no matter where in the room. Hogwarts felt different, cold and dark. The hallways felt lonely, so many people filled them but somehow I felt absolutely alone. Draco and Pansy showed up in my vision, both staring down at my scare and only that. Alienated, I felt ugly - weak. Who was going to be friends with the orphaned freak, I held the tears that threaten to spill over my kids. Draco held a serious face as Pansy just broke. She pulled me into a tight hug, her tears wet my shoulder. I didn’t even feel it, didn’t feel the sadness she emitted. There was nothing in me anymore, no light. As she pulled away, Draco felt it was his turn.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, I had never been so close to him. We had hugged a few times but only quickly and never out of anguish. I buried my head into his neck, taking a last whiff of his piney cologne, I couldn’t imagine even looking at him anymore. The blonde hair destroyed me, just as it destroyed my parents. His hands rubbed my back soothingly, Pansy joined in, wrapping her arms around the both of us. No words said - just the comfortable silence of three best friends.

A tear threatened to spill over, I nodded my head at Slughorn - giving me a look of empathy I’m sure he thought it was of one of my parents. I turned and out of the corner of my eye I could see Dracos expression had changed from a glare to empathy. His eyes slightly lowered and hands in his lap. Clearing my throat, I made my way back to my wooden chair.

As class was dismissed, I was pulled off to the side of the corridor. A grunt left my mouth as I was stopped next to the wall. Draco. His face incredibly close to mine. Something had changed since I’d last looked. His skin more gray, eyes heavier, hair dull. He wasn’t sleeping; it was obvious he was slowly killing himself.

“Why? Why say those in potions? Do you want my sympathy? You left us.” He sneered.

“I just said what I smelt.” His hand lingered on my bicep, slightly weirded out - I pulled my arm back at my side.

“Why did you do it?” He pressed.

“Draco, this isn’t something that can be fixed so stop prying.” My finger connected with teeth, biting down to pry at my cuticles - a feeling of uneasiness filled my head.

“Tell me, Y/N. You were my best friend and one day you just left.” He kept pressing, pestering and pushing.

“Fine Draco, your father killed my parents and tried to kill me. He left my family and I for dead. You happy?” I stopped and looked to my side. “I can’t look at you without seeing your father. I loved you Draco, but I could never give that another try.” I ended. No more, that was enough explaining for a life time. I fixed my clothes and left the boy flabbergasted in the hall.

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Moments of Peace

Draco x Reader

Description. Feeling numb Draco makes a new friend in the astronomy tower.

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There I sat in the astronomy tower, Pride and Prejudice between my hands. Almost silent footsteps came up the stairs, bright white hair reflecting onto the walls. Draco Malfoy, a boy I had seen several times up here. Whenever I’d come up to read he was out by the railing and I’d sit in the shadows so I wouldn’t disturb him. I never knew if he noticed me or not, but he never detested so I kept my spot.

I shifted my gaze back to my book, shifting a bit to get back into a comfy position. As I got into my story again, a dark figure sat next to me. Stopping for the second time, I looked over to see Draco. He looked as if he could melt into the wall, his back against it and his legs sprawled out-head up to view the ceiling. A sight I’d never seen before, usually so cunning and tense.

Deciding to keep reading, I gazed back down and tried my best to take in the words. Failing miserably I stood to leave. A whispered “thank you” filled the room. I turned on my heel and bowed my head slightly, unsure of why he thanked me or how to respond to that. Confused, I sauntered down the stairs to the Ravenclaw common room.

As it being extremely late, I got into my bed and sunk into my slumber.

For the third time this week, Draco sat besides me as I read. This time I brought a second book-unknowing if he’d be interested in my muggle books. ‘The Great Gatsby’ laud on the floor between us, I almost felt like I was training a dog to trust humans again. I caught him glancing at the book a few times before he finally reached for it. I softly grinned at the small step.

We sat there reading for what felt like hours. His light blonde hair would fall in front of his eyes and he’d run his fingers through it to fix the blinder. Satisfied, I stood to leave his side again. A soft tug caught my attention. I peered down at the innocent face, he stared right into my soul with his silvery eyes. I could see the pain and resentment that just seemed normal.

“Your book.” He went to hand me, losing his page.

“Don’t worry, it’s yours.” I smiled kindly and turned to leave.

Draco came to read with me about four days of each week, felt like a book club. He had finished two books and was now onto Dracula. He giggled every now and again at the story. When he spoke, he would in hushed tones and almost as if he was scared to say the wrong thing and open up. I could see his hurt, I tried my best to just keep conversation small so he knew I wouldn’t push anything out of him.

When he learned my name, I had caught a giggle from him. He thought my name was funny, or at least the nickname he had made in his head was. Although as soon as he started to seem cheerful-it went away. He would shut it down.

“Y/N L/N” I smiled, honestly surprised it had been a month and he hadn’t learned my name.

He chuckled for a moment-but realized he almost sounded insulting towards it “-I didn’t mean to laugh, I was just reminded of something.” He awkwardly responded.

One day I sat in the dining hall instead-needing some company, loud stomps came from the head of the hall, Harry charged at Draco. Harry held Draco by his white collar and exclaimed something I couldn’t make out. Draco’s eyes furrowed and his lips smooshed to his nose, looking aggravated; he pushed Harry off and sped to leave. Harry following after.

A sense of responsibility waved over me, I closed my notes and walked away from the dining hall. I followed far behind the boys, not wanting to cause too much trouble. As I was invisible to everyone already, I saw no issue in me not being seen. I stood silently at the entrance. The sound of pipes breaking and shattering alarmed me. Running for Snape I found him not too far.

“They’re going to kill each other.” I stated,

He followed me back to the lavatory and walked in for me; muffled words filled my ears. Harry stomped off, angry at whatever happened. His face slightly bloodied. I waited for Snape to bring Draco out but McGonagall came to bring him to the infirmary. As they brought him out, he laid silently, his shirt bloodied enormously. Hair all strew, he was a mess to say the least. My hand connected with my mouth, shock waved over my body. He looked so peaceful, something probably impossible for that boy.

I waited a few hours before I went to see him, not wanting to press his buttons or run into anyone threatening. I brought a single white rose and his favorite book ‘The Great Gatsby’. My hair was tucked behind my ears, my eyes slightly red-the idea of my friend hurt and suffering stung. The three months of learning about him slowly felt almost romantic.

Shaking the thought away, I made my way to his bedside, his hair was flat against his forehead, lips cracking and eyes strained. I gave him a genuine smile, hoping to greet him with empathy.

“I brought you some gifts.” I was just above a whisper, not wanting to overwhelm him.

“Why did you come?” He asked firmly, he looked embarrassed, ashamed of being in the bed.

“To bring you gifts and make sure you are alive.”

“Why does it matter to you, mudblood.” His piercing eyes stared into mine and his jaw clenched, looking almost deadly. His words stung, never had he ever been cruel to me.

“I see that I mistook this as a friendship. I can see that authenticity of blood means everything to you because your character is so poor.” I croaked.

I set the rose next to his bed; the book just underneath it. My head held down low, I quickly made my way to my room. I locked my door, making my way to the window I sat in front of when I was upset. I gripped my robe and pulled it close to my body. Tears of sadness and anger fell into the fabric. Crawling to my bedside I pulled my blanket on top of me, curling into almost a ball on the hardwood floor. I gazed at my wrist, ‘mudblood’ carved into from a previous attacker- stung my heart. Making me gasp for air, the feeling of not being good enough rang in my ears for the thousandth time. My soft sniffles brought me into a slumber on the floor.

I had gotten used to not seeing him in the tower anymore, he didn’t show up to read with me; stopped waving ‘hello’ in the halls, it was like he had disappeared completely-the one person that saw me was now gone. I had hopes of making new friends but my shy antics never made it possible, I might be a Ravenclaw but I was almost a Hufflepuff. Again, I was on my own-nothing new to me though. My mother killed when I was 10 and then my father vanishing at 12; I was pretty much alone since. My fathers mother had carved the words that haunt me into my arm when I first stayed with her. My father being a pure blood and my grandmother despising mudbloods.

It was Sunday night, the moon illuminating the tower-sourcing me for light. I drug my feet to the top, Alice in Wonderland by my side. My hood sat on my wild brown locks, tie strewn about, my shirts untucked. I looked like a pure mess. I had my headphones in-Wait by M86 playing loudly. The words belted in my head, swaying my head slightly; my feet switched positions, twirling. Losing my balance-I fell into someone’s chest.

Shuddering almost, I turned-looking up at the pale face. Draco. I took one bud out, taking me from my peace.

“I need to talk to you.” He sounded desperate.

“Do you? You sure you want to talk to a lowlife mudblood?” I quizzed, squinting my nose.

“Look, I’m sorry. I was embarrassed, I wasn’t expecting you-well kind of but not totally.”he trailed off. “It’s hard for me to apologize, really hard. But I’m sorry. I was wrong to judge you for you being a half blood.” He gulped.

“I brought Alice in wonderland, I don’t have a-.” He interrupted my speech raising his arm to have the same in his own hands.

Sighing, I nodded sitting over in our spot. It didn’t feel right to hold a grudge on him. Only time would tell if he was really sorry, only to me would tell if he really learned to judge someone on character.

We sat peacefully against the wall, like we had so many times before. This time, he sat closer, his hand brushing mine as he read, distracting me slightly.

I felt his face move away from his book, his stare baring into my soul. Glancing up, I noticed his stare was only directed at my lips. I filled unsure of what to do, where to look, where to advert my eyes. His hand met my soft cheek and guided me to his own face, he had kissed me. Draco; the boy everyone feared was baring his soul to me. The boy that grew to be so alone in the world was connecting with me. His lips soft, almost like pillows caressed my own. So gentle for such a reckless man.

As we pulled away, we placed our foreheads onto each other’s.

“Y/N, I have scars, I have impurities, I’m broken; but I want to try and learn what love is. Please, help me.”

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I had the most realistic dream last night of Jaebum going to high school with me and we ended up dating. He lived in my neighborhood, but instead of going to my house I went to his and we cuddled and hung out and kissed (he’s a great kisser😂😇) and we are a whole bunch of food. The catch was that no one really made time to get to know him and that’s why he’s so “cold” but deep down he was the sweetest kid.

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New series?

Werewolf series with one of the got7 members? (A surprise)

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How could you.

Genre- Angst

Summary- Jaebum is caught cheating on his girlfriend and she has a night of her own with her best friend.

I had just submitted my paperwork to the clerk at my local college, my life being signed away to a new start. I had moved from LA to Seoul for my boyfriend Jaebum. The oh so beautiful LA sun had been switched to the busy city of Seoul. The smog covered the mountainous buildings like a blanket to a child, the fresh smell of either car gas, street food or cosmetics was about to get homey.

I had met Jaebum one night at my friend Marks house, he had been sitting at the table doodling on a pad of paper when I just happened to compliment it. A conversation from nothing turned into sleepless nights thinking about the man. He had grown tired of the long distance and paid for me to fly out and move in with him. We stayed at a new apartment in the middle of Hongdae, his multitude of cats grew a liking to the place as did we, making it our “home”.

But, our bed unknowingly turned into a single brothel. My boyfriend bringing in women from everywhere and anywhere to come sleep in my spot and make love to them for the night.

I walked down the crooked street to my humongous building, our two cars parked underneath, they sat together peacefully. A pip-squeak of a laugh fell out of my mouth as I passed them to get to the elevator. ‘L12’ lit up and rose me to the floor I desired. All the way at the end of the hall way sat a door that read ‘1220’ our quant apartment laying behind the doors.

I set the keys down in the bowl to the left of the door, sliding my vans off under the greeting table. The place was dark, the black-out blinds covering all light from peaking through. Oddly the apartment was bright and airy when I had left, the cats eating breakfast and Jae watching tv under a blanket on the couch. But the cats were gone, the apartment was dark and Jae was nowhere out front.

My stride was short as I slumped to the bedroom door, exhausted from my “quick walk to the college”. Ready for bed I opened the white door to our dirty room, slipping over something silky on the floor, my foot entangled in a strangers lingerie.

Out of curiousity I switched the overhead light on, two figures asleep in my bed, one being Jaebum and the other being a naked woman. The heat in my cheeks and throat became fiery, my mind raced as I thought about the infidelity that just occurred.

“Im.Jae.bum get your ass out of bed.” I paused a second. “Now!” I shouted, startling him and his slice for the night.

Shocked he covered his lower half. “(Y/n) baby, w-what are you doing here?” He nervously laughed, stumbling over the syllables.

“Fuck you, dude. You’re a piece of work, I swear.” And with that I stormed out and left down to the cars that “sat peacefully” out front.

The first name that popped into my head was Jinyoungs, my best friend, the wise elephant, the listener. I sent a quick text to him about my arrival. Honestly not giving a flying fuck I swearved in and out of cars and sped four blocks to his apartment. The boys I had grown close to had all moved within a close proximity of each other. Mark and Jinyoung just happened to be in the same building though, the two never not together.

Huffing and purely fuming, I stomped to the front of Jinyoungs door. Just as I raised my hand, Jinnies kind smile greeted me. “Hey (y/n), I’m sorry. Come in, come in.”

“I just can’t believe it, I moved here for him. I dropped my life for him, I loved him.” Yes, past-tense. Creating a draft with the circles I walked, my hands tangled the top of my head, my tears only burning my throat as they fell. My chest felt heavy, my throat felt like it was about to screw shut. No amount of apologies from anyone was gonna make the anger subside.

Jinnie sat me down on his leather couch softly, wiping the anger from my cheeks, pulling his hand back and yipping as if my cheeks had burnt his fingers. “Ah, hot.” He joked, making a minuscule grin pop out. “Listen, I know this man is suppose to be one of my best friends but sometimes he can be a real a-hole. I know apologies won’t fix anything right now because you’re still angry; but I have your back through this. You need a shoulder, you got me, you need a laugh, you got me. But don’t, and I mean don’t ever-blame your self. Okay, peanut?” His cold fingers guided my chin so that I could look him in the eyes. His sincerity was blatant.

And for a split second I made the idiotic choice to kiss my best friend, I reached up and connected our lips, my mind blank for the six seconds that it lasted. “Oh my gosh” I hiccuped from the crying. “I’m so sorry, what the fuck.” His eyes gazed at my lips and his lids began to drag down. Connecting our faces once more.

For a moment it was quiet and the crying and anger had stopped. I made the bold move of sliding onto his lap, each of my knees sitting on either side of his body. He leaned back from the intensity, the giant hands of his resting on my hips. My hands found their way into his once perfectly styled hair. The kisses ending with him leaving a hickey or two right above my heart.

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The days became slow, my classes had enlongated and I visited the boys less often. Only when Jaebum wasn’t around, he stopped calling and dropped my clothes off at Marks for me to pick up. The ache in my heart didn’t subside and most nights I bawled about it. Wondering what I did wrong and why I wasn’t loved enough. My voice had become very minimal, being taken away along with my heart.

Mark had called me and asked for me to come to practice one day, claiming Jae wouldn’t stop shouting at Jinnie and wanted me to come deal with it. In a hurry only to help my friend, I jogged down to the studio and halted at the door, just to ease drop.

“You’re my best friend man, what the fuck. How could you!” Was repeated over and over, hearing a body drop to the ground I rushed in. Jinyoung Laos on the floor, his eye bloodied and cruising, a cut on his lower lip and out of breath.

I sped to Jaebum arm and held it as he was about to throw another punch. “Stop! Are you a fucking child?!” I detested.

“(Y/n), h-how could you guys?! How could you?” He eyed me, not breaking the contact.

“How could I?” I swallowed my pride. “How could I? How could still love you after you fucked how ever many women in OUR bed, how could I deal with the pain that YOU caused ME from YOUR infidelity.” I glanced at Jinnie and then back at Jaebum. “If anything, you should be glad I didn’t fuck all the guys and just Jinnie Oppa. You’re trash Jae. You broke my heart and left me to be alone with these feelings. How dare you make me feel insecure about myself and my body.” I spat, my lungs were doing almost all the work, shouting the expletives.

“I cheated because you weren’t there!”

“Weren’t where?! In Seoul?! I was in another country, making money so that I could move to you! There’s no excuse Jaebum.”

He never did like being told he was wrong, so he left. He pushed past Mark and Bambam and stormed out, probably down the street to the nearest bar and drank himself to death that night. I shopped my head and bent down to help Jinyoung, he gave me a kind smile and used my shoulder as a pair of crutches. “He’ll come around.” He always found the good in bad situations.

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Jaebum and Jinyoung angst imagine based on Jaebum cheating and Jinyoung being her ‘revenge’ ? Yay or nay ?

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