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tomriddleslove · 5 months

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Obliviate.

✩ Mattheo Riddle x Reader angst

Summary: The one where tensions are running higher, and everyone has to pick a side. You promised to stick by one another, but a stupid oath you made when you first met threatens to drive that apart. Alternatively: If you love her, then you have to let her go.

A/N: If you don’t listen to the recommended song when reading this i will fight you 🤺🤺

Song: Goodbye - Billie Eilish

The Daily Prophet

Unrest Brews as Dark Forces Loom

By Rita Skeeter

In a disturbing turn of events, Diagon Alley was rocked by an unprecedented attack last night, sending shockwaves throughout the wizarding community. Witnesses reported seeing a group of hooded figures, suspected to be Death Eaters, descending upon the famous magical thoroughfare with malicious intent.

The Flourish and Blotts bookstore bore the brunt of the assault, with its windows shattered and shelves overturned. Several nearby shops, including Ollivanders Wand Shop and Eeylops Owl Emporium, also sustained significant damage.

"I've never seen anything like it," said Horace Slughorn, a retired Potions Master who happened to be in the area during the attack. "It was pure pandemonium. People were running for cover, spells flying everywhere. It was like a scene out of the darkest days of the last wizarding war."

Ministry of Magic officials were quick to respond to the scene, deploying Aurors and members of the Magical Law Enforcement Patrol to contain the situation. However, the attackers managed to evade capture, leaving behind a trail of destruction and instilling fear in the hearts of many.

The Minister for Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, condemned the attack in the strongest terms, vowing to apprehend those responsible and bring them to justice.

"We will not tolerate such brazen acts of violence in our society," Minister Shacklebolt declared in a statement issued this morning. "The Ministry is fully committed to ensuring the safety and security of all witches and wizards, and we will spare no effort in our pursuit of these criminals."

The attack on Diagon Alley serves as a grim reminder of the growing threat posed by Voldemort's followers, who have been emboldened in recent months by reports of their dark lord's rumoured return. With tensions running high and fear gripping the wizarding world, many are left wondering what the future holds in this time of uncertainty.

You frown as you observe Mattheo, watching as he tosses the paper down onto the table in front of you with a huff. The tension in his face has become increasingly evident over the past few weeks, and you've begun to forget what Mattheo looks like when he isn't frowning.

You wrap your arms around his arm, leaning in close to him as you speak quietly.

“Hey. It’s alright,” You reassure, pressing a light kiss to his shoulder. He doesn’t tear his gaze away from the fireplace, a small huff of both frustration and amusement escaping his lips as he clenches his jaw, nodding.

“It’s alright.” He scoffs, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

It’s alright? No, it wasn’t alright. His father was a murderous lunatic who was about to trigger the second wizarding war. He had to sit back and watch his own friend get tortured for hours for failing to complete a task. He can't close his eyes without seeing Theodore writhing in pain on the floor.

Mattheo was expected to fight with them. The time would come, that was for certain. Mattheo would have to stand there, and raise his wand against the people he's shared a dorm with and sat in class with.

Hell, he would be expected to raise his wand against you.

“They always say this, Mattheo. They’ve been saying it for years, and nothing has happened.” You say, but even you can see how pathetic it sounds. Despite your efforts to comfort him, it's clear that his mind is elsewhere, consumed by the looming threat of war and the impossible choices he may soon be forced to make.

Mattheo finally tears his gaze away from the fireplace, his eyes meeting yours. Your breath hitches, the sheer look of sorrow in his eyes enough to shatter your heart into a million little pieces.

"I don't want to drag you into this," he confesses, his voice raw with emotion. "You deserve better than to be caught up in my mess."

Your heart sinks as you realize where this conversation is headed. "Mattheo, please," you plead, the fear in your voice palpable, "don't do this. Don't shut me out."

But he shakes his head, his expression pained. "I have to," he whispers, his voice barely audible. "Remember our promise?"

Mattheo looks up when he sees you sit next to him, a wide grin on your face as you unpack your bag.

He had seen you here and there in the common room. You always seemed to have an impossibly bright smile, far too lovely for the gloominess of Slytherin.

“Riddle.” You hum with a small grin, and he can't help but let a small smile tug at his lips as he looks over at you.

“What's wrong? You’re looking at me as though I’ve grown another head” You tease as you sit down next to him .

Mattheo blinks in surprise as you address him, the warmth of your smile catching him off guard. He's used to being treated with caution and apprehension, especially given his family's reputation and his own reserved demeanor. But your easy manner and genuine curiosity leave him feeling strangely disarmed.

"Nothing's wrong, just lost in thought, I suppose," he replies, a hint of amusement in his voice as he watches you unpack your bag. Despite himself, he can't help but feel a sense of curiosity about you, wondering what it is that draws you to him when so many others keep their distance.

-•-

“Please-” Mattheo pleads in frustration, slamming the door shut behind him as he storms through the empty common room. You follow after him briskly, slamming the door that separates the common room from the dorms closed with a flick of your wand as you corner him.

“What do you mean, please?” You snap, frowning at him.

“Stop-” He says, his movements exasperated as he motions between the two of you “- this! Stop trying to be friends with me! It’s for your own good.” He says, looking up at you.

You let out a dry laugh, a mix of amusement and frustration as you shove him lightly.

“Oh fuck off. So you can kiss me and spend every evening with me but when it suits you we are just friends. You don't get to decide what’s good for me, Mattheo. I choose what I do and who I associate with, and if that hurts me then so fucking be it.” You retort harshly. Mattheo goes to interject but you cut him off.

“No! You don't get to choose when you want to be with me. I want you, Mattheo. All of you. I couldn’t give two flying shits about who your father is, or who you associate with. I'm capable of making my own decisions.”

He remains silent, his expression torn between turmoil and guilt, as your words hang heavy in the air between you. You feel slightly guilty for your outburst and your expression softens, reaching out to hold his hand gently as you speak.

"You know, if you really think it's that dangerous for me to be around you, you could always just obliviate me. Make me forget about you completely."You quip, trying to lighten the mood

For a moment, Mattheo's shock gives way to a burst of laughter, the tension in the room dissipating as he shakes his head in disbelief. "You're impossible," he says, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."

-•-

You pull back from Mattheo, shaking your head. “No. No, that was a joke.” You stammer, but he turns to you.

“It wasn’t. We spoke about it afterwards. You promised me.” Mattheo says, sternly.

You know he’s right. You only agreed because the idea seemed so laughable. But now it was a reality, and you could see the hurt and disappointment in Mattheo's eyes.

Tears well up in your eyes as you struggle to find the right words, the weight of everything crashing down on you like a ton of bricks. "I love you, Mattheo," you say, more of a plea than anything else. He draws you into him, a strong arm wrapping around you tightly, as though he is scared to let you go. His hand cups the back of your head, pulling your head down to rest on his shoulder as he kisses the top of your head.

“I know. I love you too. That's why we have to.” He murmurs, trying his hardest to not let his voice break.

-•-

It’s not fair.

It wasn’t fucking fair.

Mattheo had just found it. Found his reason for living. Found his reason to keep going when all the odds were stacked against him. You were the air he breathed, the light that lit his life up and the tender hand that soothed him. You were his everything, and you had to be snatched away from him.

He gently raps on the door to your dorm, just to let you know he was about to enter before cracking the door open. You hastily scramble, shoving the book you were writing with under your pillow as you spot Mattheo.

He notices but he doesn't say a thing, no, he can't. Because in a few minutes, it would be as though he never existed to you. He couldn't tell what would have hurt more, you not being able to see him, or you not even knowing who he was. You’d hold his heart in your hands, unknowingly, and he would be nothing but a stranger.

“Not in here, Please, not in here.” You breathe out, your words hitching in your throat as you fight back tears. He nods wordlessly, taking a step back.

“No one’s in the common room. I’ll uh- go there.” He murmurs, his voice hollow and empty as he turns to leave, unable to bear the thought of facing you for what may be the last time.

As he makes his way down to the common room, every step heavier than the last, he can't shake the feeling of emptiness that gnaws at his insides. It's like a void, swallowing him whole and leaving nothing behind but a hollow shell of the person he used to be.

He finds a seat in the furthermost corner, where you both usually sat, facing the fireplace. He watches the embers crackle and dance, not even noticing your presence till you slide up into the seat next to him. He wants to avert his gaze when he sees the tears in your eyes, but instead, he reaches up.

His hands were shaking. Why were they shaking?

He wipes a stray tear from your cheek.

“My wand. Let me go uh-” He blurts , quickly getting up as he looks away. He blinks back tears as he hurries up the stairs. Instead of going up to his dorm, however, he sneaks into yours.

He walks over to your bed, pulling back your pillow. Sure enough, the small book you were so desperate to conceal from Mattheo was there. He looks around and then with a small huff, tucks it into his back pocket. He hurries back downstairs.

Returning to the common room, he sits back down next to you, his hand reaching out to gently intertwine with yours as you sit together in silence. For a while, you don't say anything. You fear that speaking will break this small bubble, where time has frozen and you can just enjoy your last moments together.

As Mattheo gently cups your face, his touch trembling with the weight of what's to come, he feels the soft dampness of your tears against his fingertips. Your eyes, filled with sorrow and pleading, search his for some semblance of reassurance, some sign that this isn't the end.

"I can't do this," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, his heart breaking with every word. "I can't lose you. You mean everything to me. I’m so scared"

Your sobs fill the air around you, the sound like a knife to Mattheo's heart as he struggles to hold back his own tears. He leans in, pressing his lips against yours in a tender, bittersweet kiss, savouring the taste of your lips one last time before it's all gone.

“I love you.” Is all you can muster. It’s pathetic, but it hurts to even think about anything.

You cling to him desperately, your fingers tangling in his hair as though trying to anchor yourself to the present. Mattheo feels a lump form in his throat, the weight of his decision pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket, but he knows that he has to do this. For your own safety, for your own sake, he has to let you go.

His forehead presses against yours, taking in every last moment of intimacy he’s granted. You don't open your eyes, and he's grateful, for he doesn't think he could bear to look you in the eye.

“Obliviate.”

The second after he murmurs the words he stumbles away from you, reeling backwards as though your touch has burnt him. You wouldn't remember a thing about him, not even his name. He couldn’t be close to you anymore.

Mattheo watches as you blink, confusion clouding your features as you try to make sense of your surroundings. You look around the room, your eyes scanning the familiar surroundings with a sense of bewilderment, and for a moment, Mattheo's heart clenches with the hope that maybe, just maybe, you'll remember him. But deep down, he knows that it's futile, that the spell has already taken effect, erasing every trace of him from your mind.

You shake your head slightly, as if trying to clear the fog from your thoughts, before turning and heading up to your bed. Mattheo watches you go, his heart breaking with every step you take away from him, knowing that he can never follow.

But then, just as you reach the top of the stairs, you pause, your gaze flickering back to where Mattheo stands in the corner of the room. And in that moment, you give him a small, absentminded smile, the kind of smile you might give to a passing stranger.

Mattheo's heart lurches in his chest at the sight of your smile. He wants to call out to you, to tell you who he is, to beg you to remember him, but he knows that it's pointless. You're gone, lost to him forever, and there's nothing he can do to change that.

As you disappear, he collapses down onto the sofa, He wants to sob, and for a second he thinks he is, a horrible restictive choking feeling in his throat as he looks down at the floor. He reaches into his pocket, fingers fumbling with the small black book, perhaps the last piece of you he’d truly have.

He finds the most recent entry and wipes away the tears that blur his vision as he begins to read.

Don't be alarmed when you see this. I want you to read every word of this carefully. This is you, that is writing. It is the 26th of June, 1996. You might have felt like you’ve woken up in the common room, feeling a bit disoriented.

You were obliviated. And it was your idea.

When you were that annoying, pestering little kid, you had taken it upon yourself to befriend a boy called Mattheo Riddle. You’ll see him over the next few days, perhaps. He might look at you as though it hurts him to. It most definitely does. He’s devastatingly handsome, with the softest brown curls and the most expressive eyes. I do believe you won't need me to describe him. Really, my love for him is so strong I doubt any sort of obliviate can erase the idea that Mattheo Riddle lives within the recesses of your heart. Everyone had warned you of how dangerous he was, how his father was rumoured to be the Dark Lord and that he was bound to be no good. But you, in your true Slytherin ambition, set out on a mission to befriend him.

And you fell in love. It was impossible not to, really.

He is everything to me. He was everything to you. He is the most brilliant boy I’ve known. Far too many people gave up on him early. He’s beyond just being incredibly intelligent. He feels. And that’s rarer than you might believe. For someone who was subjected to such horrible things growing up, he is tender. Do not let his bruised knuckles and split lips fool you.

Now, more than ever, he will struggle. He believes you are fully not aware of him. But with this, I hope you are.

Be there for him. Do not tell him about this. You were awfully good at forcing your way into people's lives. Do that for him now. Make him think it was a coincidence. Be there for him, and don’t let his stubbornness fool you. Merlin knows he will be stubborn. He is simply scared, and you mustn’t let that deter you.

People will often compare their lovers to the sun. Bright, warm, near perfect. Mattheo is the moon, casting a gentle glow in the darkness, guiding you through the night. He may not shine as brightly as the sun, but his presence is no less mesmerizing, no less essential.

You had always preferred the moon more, anyway.

Take care of him.

You stupid girl. You stupid, selfish girl.

Mattheo's hands tremble as he reads the letter, his heart constricting with every word, every line. It's like a knife to his heart, the pain of knowing that even in a situation like this, you still found a way to look after him, to care for him, to love him.

Tears blur his vision as he reads on, each word cutting deeper than the last. The book, filled with pages of recollections of the time they spent together, feels like a cruel reminder of everything he's lost, everything he can never get back.You had nearly filled the whole book, addressed to yourself with worries and letters in the hopes of getting your obliviated mind to fall back in love with Mattheo. To remember him, and to negate the whole idea of obliviating yourself by leaving this book for your future self.

And you did all of this just because you wanted to look after him.

It hurts to breathe, to even entertain the idea of going to bed tonight knowing that the love of his life sees him as nothing but a stranger. And in his hands, he holds the thing that could do the impossible, that could somehow reverse it all.

The very selfish part of him wants you to see the book. He wants to slip upstairs, and hide it back under your pillow, and let you find the words you addressed to yourself.

But he couldn’t. He could die far more happily knowing he’s not leaving you behind, no. Really, you were never his, the two of you forcing destiny in the opposite direction, living on borrowed time. Now he has to face the consequences of it all, and if he can stop you bearing the brunt of it, then he’s made no mistake.

He places the book down on the table, and doesn’t think twice about his actions.

“Incendio.”

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gem-magpie · 1 year

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Gosh, you're fat. You're *so* FAT.

I know you fantasize about it. You dream about being a completely immobile blob of pure hedonistic gluttony, but you forget all too easily that you actually are already *very* fat.

You aren't exactly in denial of it, but you don't tend to truly recognize your real-life achievement when you're busy thinking about being fed by a magical tube until you can't move, or becoming addicted to magical flying cakes.

You're the real deal!

No magic potion did this, no hypnotism necessary, no living slime forced you into what you are. You did this through sheer, unmitigated, piggish overconsumption. You made yourself huge, and you didn't even try.

Let me guess, you're reading this with a sugary drink nearby. Maybe a few empty cans sitting on your desk; calorie bombs that you already guzzled down? Don't worry, I know you needed them to wash down the huge breakfast *and* massive lunch you had today.

No no, you've been responsible, right? Just a little cereal, and a simple sandwich for lunch? A reasonable little ham and cheese?

Maybe you just forgot that you finished the entire box of cereal? I guess you didn't notice that had the majority of a family sized bag of chips with that sandwich as a "side"?

You couldn't stop yourself. With each handful of chips you promised yourself it'd be the last one, but then it wasn't enough. Again and again you stuffed your mouth with those delicious, greasy, salty delights as you searched for the perfect mouthful to end on. Just one more. Just one MORE. Oops, better leave the crumbs. That way you can tell yourself you didn't eat the whole thing. Gosh, You must be *so* full.

Maybe you’re thinking of just a small meal for dinner since you've been gorging yourself silly all day?

Who are we kidding, you're ordering out again aren't you? You did yesterday, and the day before, and you are going to do it again today.

You don't even have the supplies necessary to cook something in your kitchen, do you? Just snacks and drinks to keep yourself stuffed between meals.

You go to the store to pick up "groceries'' and you just end up buying ice cream, frozen pizzas, chips, and soda. You shamelessly place a towering stack of cookies on the checkout belt and pretend not to notice the looks you get. You hope everyone assumes that you're shopping for a family, but you know it's all for you.

You grab a few things here or there that you tell yourself will make for a healthy dinner, but they are just extra calories when you pack your tummy with something fried anyway. No wonder you look more and more like a big, soft ball of dough each day.

Alright, I digress. You're already looking past all the food you already mindlessly shoveled into your fat gut today. Let's get to that delivery order. Of course you're putting in for a large combo. No, wait, a large combo and… a few extra entrees?

Wow, to think I thought you might stop with enough food for just one helpless glutton. You're justifying 3 people’s worth of food to yourself now. Just because you're not ordering 3 large combos doesn't mean you aren't eating three entrees *with* additional sides, you know.

It's okay, just happily plop your fat ass down on the couch and fill your capacious belly with everything you bought. This amount of food doesn't even slow you down anymore, does it? It's actually stunning watching you eat.

As usual, you ate all of that before even one act of your show was up; And, as usual, you're grabbing something more from the fridge to tide you over for the rest of the episode. It's only thirty more minutes, but we both know you really can't go thirty minutes without eating.

Gosh…

It's no wonder none of your clothes really fit. You buy the biggest sizes you can find, and you tell yourself it fits "well enough" because your gut is technically not hanging out of the front of your shirt (yet).

I guess it doesn't matter to you much how tightly it hugs your wobbling chest and generous paunch, huh? I mean, it's drawn so tightly over your body that it's dimpled inward into your cavernous belly button.

You might as well not even wear a shirt with how snugly everything hugs your curves.

You're too fat to even see that, aren't you? You had no idea so much of you was on display even when your clothes "fit". Aww, look at how red you're getting!

Maybe I was wrong earlier when I said you didn't try. You love this. Maybe you wouldn't admit it (yet), but you did all this to yourself *on purpose*.

You love hearing about just how fat you are. You can barely contain your excitement as I describe how blatant it is that you've lost control.

You couldn't stop gorging yourself if you wanted to. You're just too hungry, not to mention you love how soft and heavy you've gotten…

Now that the show's over it's time for some recreational activities. Maybe a walk outside?

No, grab yourself some dessert. You just ate over 2500 calories in fast food and guzzled 32 ounces of soda, but I know it's never enough. Not only is your heaving, plump gut pining for MORE food, you yourself are longing to be bigger.

You managed to squeeze those massive hips of yours into that little office chair. The poor thing looks like it's about to shatter under the weight and pressure of all that fat! Seeing as you're eating sandwich cookies four at a time, and washing them down by chugging milk straight from the carton, I'd guess that's your goal. With every heavy gulp you fantasize about just how amazing it would be if your swelling ass broke the armrests. Then you could get yourself a double-wide chair. I bet it excites you to think about having such a blatant monument to your hedonistic gluttony. Don't worry, you'll get there soon.

Regardless of what you're doing after dinner, the only thing that matters to you is that you're sitting and eating *again*. Honestly I can't believe you can still be hungry after all of that, but the unmistakable roar of that insatiable gut of yours is proof otherwise.

It's OK, it's just a few more hours of continuous eating after you already had a huge dinner. No big deal. It’s super cute, actually. You look so full, and yet you keep going. You’re practically begging for more.

I can't blame you, it feels fantastic to be so blissfully full.

Just think of how fat you could *really* get if you gave in completely to your desire. I would love to help you. There's no need to spend a moment hungry, I'll take care of everything. Give in, and let me make you huge.

Yes? Absolutely.

Finish off that sleeve of cookies for me, ok? Good, now open another. Throw away the wrapping, you won't need to reseal them. Another. More. Another. Don't stop. Eat. Drink. Fill yourself for me.

Let me feel you swell. I want to watch your strained clothing ride up your flesh and expose your taut, bloated belly. I need to hear you burp and moan with the pressure and pleasure of truly giving in. I can't wait to watch it all melt away and fill your lap with more warm fat.

Go on, polish off that bag of chips from earlier. Tip the bag back and prove that you don't need to pretend any more. Never again hold back your gluttony for appearances. You NEED to finish off that calorie loaded, family size sack before bed. A sense of completion is important after a long day to get some decent rest, you know.

And you’ll need plenty of rest to give your body time to grow.

Go ahead, roll your huge, swollen body into bed. I got you a heaping bowl of ice cream to finish off your day. Sweet and salty go so well together. Eat up. Dump some chocolate syrup on top. Treat yourself.

Actually, why not finish the gallon? Even after all I fed you, I can tell it wasn’t enough. I’ve got it nice and melted for you. Good, chug it down. Let it fill you and, if we’re lucky, finally satiate you.

I'll see you tomorrow for breakfast.

Gosh, you're fat. You're *so* FAT.

#Some writing of mine from Twitter improved without character limits #feeding kink #burp kink #feedee feeder #belly expansion #weight gain #fat belly #fatfur #fat #Gluttony #my writing

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levicorpus94 · 2 years

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Longing

A/N: Hello, this is my first time posting fanfic. Most of my fanfic end up in my drafts. I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: Some angst ig

Sebastian x f!reader

Note: F!reader will be called “she/her”, I don’t particularly enjoy using “M.C” or “Y/N”

Part 2

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It had been five years since she had graduated from Hogwarts. She was now running a small flower and herb shop near Ottery St. Catchpole. Her shop included flowers, magical plants and also vegetation plants. Her shop was attached to her home. She had a small farm with a greenhouse just behind her house where she grew the plants that she sold in her shop.

She also had a few cows and other non magical animals. She lived a self-sufficient life and she was happy but sometimes, she would feel a little alone. She was thankful for her plants and animals but she also missed her friends.

She would sometimes have Poppy and Imelda visiting her every month or so.

She also kept in touch with Ominis though she hadn't heard from him for over a year. She unexpectedly kept the most in touch with Garreth who lived not too far from her little farm.

But mostly, she yearned to hear from Sebastian who had disappeared into the void after their final days in Hogwarts. She felt a pang of anger whenever she thought of him. Sebastian, the boy she was desperately in love with.

The boy who confessed to her of his undying love. The boy, who promised to be by her side forever. But here she was living by herself. She sometimes smiled when she thought of him, their shenanigans, their late night misadventures, even of the boring classes they sat in.

Everything about him seemed so surreal, he now seemed like a faraway dream. She missed him dearly but she wanted answers from him about his empty promises. Why did he stop? Stop talking to her? Stop writing to her? Stop being her friend?

Sometimes, when her heart ached enough for him, she would lightly shed a tear looking through the things they shared and exchanged with each other when they were younger and optimistic.

A piece of parchment which Sebastian passed her during transfiguration asking her to accompany him to the three broomsticks. A small sneakoscope that he gave her that no longer worked. His old advanced book of potions that they shared with number of scribbles all over.

A red rose now completely dry he gave her the first time they spent valentines day together in their 5th year. Her broken spectacles that he accidentally sat on when they were in their 6th year. A silver opal shaped pendant with a necklace with an emerald stone he gave her for last birthday.

She would sift through these mementos among many other letters, scraps and parchments, Sebastian and her shared. Sometimes, she would smile and reminisce fondly of the best days of her life alongside the best people she met and sometimes, she would break down crying into the early hours of the morning.

Her heart longed for him, sometimes she would try to forget about him but would fail miserably. How could she forget those mischievous but loving eyes, his crooked yet smug smile, and his hair, his messy and soft hair.

She missed holding onto his hair as he would bury himself in her neck or elsewhere. Those thoughts would make her smile and a blush would more often than not creep up on her cheeks.

One fine evening, she was tending her greenhouse, when she heard the bell of her shop ring. It was a slow day and it was almost closing time, she slowly walked back to her shop. There was a pretty young woman looking at some of the pansies.

"Hello, may I help you?" She asked the customer.

"Oh hello, I was just admiring your flowers here. They're beautiful." She said cheerfully. A smile crept up her face.

"Thank you." She smiled.

"I was wondering if you have any dittany seeds?" She asked.

"Oh yes. I keep seeds in the back. I'll just get them for you. How many shall I get you?" She asked as she headed to the back.

"Oh, just 2 packets." She heard her.

"Sebastian, come take a look at these beauties." She heard the customer say. Her heart skipped a beat. But Sebastian was a common name, it must be someone else. She found the seeds and went back to the front to hand them to her.

She was now standing with a man, tall, messy brown hair, his hands in his pockets. She only saw the side of him and she knew it was him. She felt a lump in her throat.

She coughed to announce that she had returned.

"Can we take these pot of pansies too?" She said and the both turned around.

It was Sebastian. Sebastian Sallow, in the flesh. Her eyes couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was him.

"Ofcourse!" She said in a falsely cheery voice trying not to get a glance of Sebastian. "That'll be 15 sickles and 10 knuts." She mumbled looking down at her feet.

"Hi, there!" Sebastian said all of a sudden. It was him in the flesh, he sounded the same as he did in school. His voice, his damned voice, that oozed confidence with a touch of smugness. Damn, she loved to hear his voice.

She ignored him still looking at her feet. She felt she would cry if she even looked at him.

"Oh do you know each other?" The girl asked looking at Sebastian.

"Yes, we went to Hogwarts together." He said calmly.

Went to Hogwarts together. His words stung her, she couldn't believe her ears. She couldn't believe he thought so little of her, a new pang of emotion struck her, the one of anger and confidence.

"Oh yeah! Sallow right? Sebastian Sallow." She said smiling, plastering a fake one quickly.

"She was a pretty good duellist back in the day." He smirked. She knew that smirk, it was the old him, his mischievous yet smug smile, the one that challenged her, the one that riled her up.

"Hah! Still am." She retorted back. The girl beside him looked up at Sebastian and back at her and smiled ear to ear.

"It was good meeting you. Always a pleasure to meet one of Sebastian's friends. We're going to be late Sebastian." She said tugging his arm as she led him out of the shop.

As soon as she heard them dissapparate, she felt tears roll down her cheeks. She stood by the counter as tear fell down on to the counter. She quickly wiped off her tears and proceeded to close her shop for the day.

She went back to her cows and tried to continue with the remainder of her day.

It was late at night and Garreth had come over for dinner. He seemed to be the only friend she had at the moment. She was thankful for his company, the few giggles and laughs they shared, she cherished.

"I am finally getting my potions book published!" He said joyfully.

"Merlin's beard Garreth! That is wonderful." She said pulling him into a hug.

"I cannot believe it." She said pulling away smiling at him.

"To be honest, me neither." He said sheepishly. Garreth had grown quite a bit after Hogwarts and he had kept his long curly hair, that helped him get the ladies, he said.

"To think of our Garreth, the Garreth who blew up every cauldron he touched." She laughed.

"You must blow up a few cauldrons, to finally blow people's minds." He said smugly.

"Not literally... I hope." She laughed.

"Yeah yeah." He played off her words.

"Oh, I'm going to be touring with my book release." He announced.

She felt her heart skip a beat when she heard him tell her of his latest announcement. Her frown unknowingly must've crept up to her face.

"I'll write to you every week." He said quickly grabbing her shoulders looking into her eyes before she could plaster a smile on her face.

"You can write to me whenever you have time Garreth." She assured him smiling back.

"I'm just so happy for you. I cannot wait to see you on the daily prophet." She said smiling.

"I promise I'll keep in touch. I know you miss me." He smirked.

"You wish Weasley." She smiled poking him playfully.

"I've got to get going. I'm leaving early in the morning." He continued.

"You're going tomorrow?" She asked surprised. He nodded.

"Well. Keep in touch Weasley." She said giving him another hug. She almost didn't want to let him go. And maybe he felt it too as he held her as tight as he could.

As they pulled away, a tear had crept out of her eye. He wiped it away with his thumb, but his hand rested on her cheek. The two looked at each other and he leaned ever so slightly forward and she did the same.

There was a loud knock on the door. This startled them.

"Who could that be?" She said looking at the time, it was almost midnight.

"Wait." Garreth told her and went to open the door.

It was "Sallow?" Garreth announced in utter shock.

"What are you doing here?" Garreth asked him.

"I might ask you the same thing Weasley." Sebastian replied, his voice was cold and indifferent when seeing Garreth even after so many years.

"I was just saying goodbye to my dear friend here. I'm leaving tomorrow for my book tour." He said with the same indifference.

"Safe travels Garreth." She said as she went to hug him again. He smiled and kissed the top of her head before he left.

"What's he doing here?" Sebastian asked.

"What are YOU doing here?" She asked back.

"I wanted to see you." He replied.

"Why?" She asked turning away from him.

"Why? Because I wanted to see you!" He said his voice a little louder.

"It's late Sallow. You can visit the shop when it's open but the shop is closed tomorrow. So you may return when it's open." She said turning away from him.

He stood there silent. "I came to visit you not the shop." He began.

"Well, it's much too late for a social visit. If it wasn't for Garreth, I would've been asleep already." She said walking away. Sebastian didn't move from where he was standing. She could feel his gaze following her around the room.

"Can we talk?" He practically begs.

"Depends. What about?" She asks, her back still facing him.

"About us." He begins.

"Get out." She says slamming her fist on the table next to her.

"I'm not doing this Sallow. You leave right this moment." She says as she walks to open the door.

"Since when have you started calling me Sallow?" He asked still not moving from his place.

"You need to go right now." She yanks his arm and directs him outside and immediately slams the door on his face. She slumps down on the floor her back leaning against the wall as tears automatically fall from her cheeks to the floor.

Her heart hurts, she feels like she can't breathe, there is a lump in her throat making it hard for her to swallow. She covers her face with her hands as she sobs into her hands.

"I hate you." She whimpers. Little did she know that Sebastian was still on the other side of the door. He had slumped down to the floor as well. He could hear her crying. He heard her saying she hated him but perhaps not as much as he hated himself. He supported his head with both his hand as his head leaned against the door.

He knew she might never forgive him. He knew that everything he promised her meant nothing. He left her all alone. He knew it would break her yet he did.

But one thing he knew was that he loved her. He loved her ever since their 4th year. The last years were rough for him as well. His downward spiral into learning and doing the dark arts, losing Anne, losing his uncle, it all dawned upon him. So he left, he ran away. He knew he was a coward. But he couldn't live with himself. He was ashamed of himself. He felt like...no, he knew he was a failure.

She had fallen asleep crying to herself on the floor and woke up from the pain on her back. She saw it was still dark outside. She suddenly remembered that she had forgotten to close the skylight of the shop. She opened her door and to her surprise, Sebastian fell on his back on her floor, his head hitting the cold stone floor.

He woke up with a start.

"Oww" he mumbled, rubbing the back of his head.

"Sebastian!" She exclaimed.

"What in Merlin's name?!" She said looking exasperated. He looked cold, she could see him slightly shivering. She felt a little joy to see him suffer but she was concerned too, it was starting to get colder at night.

He slowly got up and continued to rub his head and stood with a small pout.

"I see some things never change." She commented smirking slightly at his pout.

"You look like a lost puppy." She continued.

"What are you waiting for? Get in before you freeze to death." she said in a soft voice concerned. "Sallow." She added in a completely different voice. She directed him to sit on the couch and brought him some hot tea as she gave him a blanket.

She left him with the tea and blanket to go to the shop to close the skylight, and when she returned, she saw that Sebastian was hunched over at the corner, his back to her.

"What are you doing on the floor?" She said voice a little loud. Sebastian turned around with the box of their mementos, one hand holding the box, another the dried up rose he had given her.

She had completely forgotten to put the box back in its safe spot. But to be fair she wasn't exactly expecting Sebastian sallow himself to be rummaging through it.

He looked at her with pleading eyes before he walked up to her and hugged her. She completely stood still, her arms still at her side.

"I'm sorry." His shoulders slumped over her body and his arms wrapped around her. She felt like she was about to cry again but there were no tears. The two must've stood there for what seemed like hours before Sebastian pulled apart.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

"I wish that meant anything Sebastian." She mumbled back.

"Please." He begged placing a hand on her face.

"You might as well slap me Sebastian. It wouldn't be as hurtful." She mumbled with a blank look on her face.

She gently removed his hand from her face.

"I thought I loved you. And I really did love you. But seeing you today made me realise that you already made that decision for us. You never think of anyone else except yourself, and I honestly didn't care about it as long as you were with me, but now, I just hope you find what you're looking for and I for sure know that, it's not me. You made sure of that too. I was ready to go with you. But you made your choice there too. You can't love anyone Sebastian Sallow. You only want people when they have something to give." She said walking away.

"I think it's best if you go now. And you can take that box with you. It's the last thing I can give you. My memories of you, that I've kept and cherished for so long. They've kept me up all night and sometimes helped me sleep. They're the best and the worst thing I've had and you can take them away too. Maybe after this, I won't have anything else left to give, and you can let me have my life back." She said monotonously as she held the door open waiting for him to leave. He stared at her begging with his eyes.

His eyes watered but she refused to look into them. He walked out of the door and she stood by it making sure he wouldn't stay. Sebastian pulled the box to his chest and walked out of her house and she watched as his silhouette fade into the night, hoping to never see him ever again.

Part 2

#hogwarts legacy #Sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader #hogwarts #hogwarts legacy fan fic #sebastian sallow fan fic

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sboochi · 2 years

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I have a few questions about your Big Four Au!

One - What are the guardians doing while Jack is missing, and especially Baby Tooth and Jamie? Is Baby Tooth there accompanying him or is he all alone? Is Pitch making any moves now that he knows Jack is gone and the guardians are all distracted?

Two - How does Queen For a Day play out? Since Jack is the embodiment of winter, him versus Zhan Tiri’s blizzard, maybe instead of the invention, he’s the one to overpower the storm and control it to defeat it? And if so, does that cause him to pass out like when he overused his blue lightning powers on Pitch and that’s what distracts the Big Four from checking in on Varian?

Three - How does Jack get home at the end? Does the combining of the moonstone and Sundrop shooting up into space being him back, like does that huge magic force being him back to his timeline like he’s a shooting star flying along with the celestial powers? And what’s the fate for his friends back in Corona? Do they stay in touch? Do people remember Jack? Is there a chance for them to always be connected or does he lose them forever and they forget about him, or like when the Sundrop flower was picked, is there a monument in honor of him after he vanishes?

Oooo so many questions ty!!

While Jack is gone, the Guardians are probably scrambling to find him, Jamie included. I've always headcanoned that after his defeat, Pitch is much weaker and can't attack them for a good while. Baby Tooth doesn't follow Jack, this is gonna be a solo journey!

Jack arrives in Corona after he follows a trail of black rocks that lead him to a magic portal. I figure something similar might happen in the end: his job there is done and the Moon allows him to go back home.

This is a place and time where magic is more present, that's why people can see him. Dunno if this contradicts canon RotG lore *shrugs*

So when he leaves, people will remember him. The story would leave it vague if Jack and the others will ever see each other again, but if magic portals can just appear, nothing says it can't happen again right??

The Corona people would absolutely make a statue to celebrate The Four, because I'm cheesy like that lol

Queen for a Day headcanons under the cut because I have A Lot to say!

Varian gets his father Quirin to agree to go express their concerns about the black rocks to the royal family

However, when Quirin lies to the king and starts to leave, Rapunzel and friends notice how distressed Varian looks. He tells them that the rocks are becoming a serious problem at the village. They tell him not to worry and Rapunzel promises him that they'll solve the problem together. Eventually. These rocks are hard to figure out guys.

The king and queen leave to go celebrate their anniversary on the mountain retreat

The scene where Rapunzel tries her best to give advice to the Coronians (??) plays like in the show, but here she makes the "oh god I hope I'll be a good ruler like my parents when I actually become queen" to her friends (Eugene still gets his own scene with her at the end like in the show so don't worry)

She asks Merida for advice - "since you're also a princess right?" - but she just shrugs and says she never listens to her mother's ruling lessons and can't help with this. They all look at Hiccup bc they know he's a future chief too, but he says something vague and changes subject (foreshadowing for when it's revealed he's running away from responsibilities)

The blizzard begins, but after the initial fun, it's clear that this is no ordinary storm. Jack tries to make it stop but he fails (he doesn't faint bc he got more powerful after becoming a Guardian)

Varian starts making a potion to destroy the rocks

Rapunzel's parents get stuck on the way to the mountains. When the gang finds out, Rapunzel wants to go find them but the castle staff begs her to stay. Eugene, Lance, the thugs - and Merida! - go instead

Quirin gets trapped in the crystal and Varians runs to Corona to get help

Xavier tells the gang about the legendary machine once used to stop a similar storm. They compromise and start evacuating people from the island to mainland, supervised by Jack, while Rapunzel and Cass get ready to start searching for the machine

Varian arrives and asks for help. With Merida and Jack away, Rapunzel has to decide between searching a possible solution to the storm or going to the village and lose precious time. Hiccup reassures her and agrees to follow Varian, but Varian won't forget this (oof)

You know what happens next: the girls find the machine, the storm stops, the others rescue the king and queen, yadda yadda

Hiccup and Varian fail to free Quirin and Varian swears that he'll get revenge on Rapunzel for abandoning him (Hiccup just. looks around awkwardly. because this is a villain arc in the making right?? uh i probably should leave yikes)

Comfort scene I was talking about before with Rapunzel and Eugene (the cupcake one)

#yeah not a lot changes in this episode but this is still season 1 and the big stuff happens later #asks #demigodseameg16 #tts au #rotbtd #long post

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lunar-wandering · 1 month

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hello this is the reposession agency /j so! about those lego ocs I am really sorry the original response was meant to be something along the lines of 'yes, give them to me in alphabetical order', hence the [hj] BUT I thought it was kinda stupid so I edited it and FORGOR TO DELETE THE TONE TAG AND WELL- how a-a-a-awkward can I be-

anyway- If you ever feel like writing about them in detail, or just the general basics, know that you'll have at least one person interested in reading all that (me)

i love legos, i love ocs It's a win-win for me

thatisallhaveanicedayslashevening

was holding off on answering this cause i wanted to gather like. art of all of them. and then i got tired of that so we're just answering this without art additions but just know they DO exist for some of them.

note, some of these OC's have AU's where they're not LMK OC's but yknow. i like em as LMK OC's.

anways lets goooo (i'm most likely forgetting some. don't worry about it).

Qiu Shi; he/him, pink monkey demon, sound based powers/sonic scream, decided that Wukong was his younger brother immediately upon seeing him (when Wukong jumped through a waterfall). using Wukong's circlet (placed around his neck) to prevent his sonic scream from activating on accident, was trapped under a tree for 200 - 300 years

Lei Mu; he/him, purple monkey demon, plant based powers, has a blue rose instead of a heart, was promised his heart back if he defeated Qiu Shi (he's the one who trapped him under a tree), can't remember anything from before he met his toxic ex girlfriend, TRAUMA.

Li Miao; he/they, purple monkey demon 2, light based powers, is Lei Mu's twin brother, a really good cook, is cursed to only be able to tell the truth (he has a potion that cancels out the effects, so nobody knows about it, but if he sleeps the potion wears off and he has to take it again), and worked as a thief for a period of time

Ju Wu; she/her, another monkey demon (i have a lot y'all should buckle up at this point), electricity based powers, was trapped in a video game for an extended period of time and now occasionally will glitch out.

Kaixue; he/him, blue and gold monkey demon, the Macaque Spirit King, wears golden ribbons that are semi-sentient and move based on his emotions/commands and their own free will. has some ice/wind based powers. gave away three of his emotions in order to save his kingdom.

Kiao; he/him, monkey demon, smoke based powers, he's Kaixue's doppelganger and he's really upset about it. he was chained up in a cave for an extended period of time, for Some Reason??

Monsoon; they/them, monkey demon, Qiu Shi's biological younger brother, mute, is an assassin.

Buttercup; he/him, honestly why am i even clarifying monkey demon at this point, has healing powers- but it works in that he takes the injuries onto himself. he's very mean btw

okay lets head over into the ocxcanon territory (honestly Buttercup might get moved here at some point) (also this is separated from the rest cause i know some people might wanna skip it);

Sel; she/he/they, selkie, hit their head on a boat, got lost, and ended up on Flower Fruit Mountain. can taste magic. shipped with both Wukong and Macaque.

Kechi; he/him, mer-monkey, full out does not know what a monkey is for a bit which is hysterical considering he is one, is just a silly guy tbh, lies a lot, shipped with Macaque

Shuiyue (and Qianlan); he/him, Shuiyue APPEARS human, he's not though, he was like. born from the moons reflection on the water. he frequently manipulates water to make it look like he has horns so people think he's a dragon though. he makes a deal with a water spirit named Qianlan, and they share a body. shipped with Wukong. (they have this whole villainous plan thing and the spell they need requires doing a couples dance with someone very powerful. so. he decides to woo Wukong. but then the both of them end up falling in love with him for Reals).

sitting here staring at the ceiling trying to remember if there's anyone else... there probably is but its like 1:17am lmao im sleepy

#Monkie Kid #monkie kid oc #LMK OC

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jasmariswonderland · 2 years

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Shining Hearts Chapter 10 ~ Metamorphosis

Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9

Chapter Summary: After coming together to rescue one of their own, Danica wonders if her team can come together once again to do the unthinkable.

Warnings For This Chapter: Violence, kidnapping, slight blood and mentions of Vidaria’s less than stellar past.

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The evening descended into an unexpected veil of eerie fog. So thick that it was difficult for the girls to make their way through the forest. But Iman explained that this was a tact of fae native to Vidaria’s homeland, a kingdom which itself was cloaked in mists that kept it hidden from the rest of the world. And they had planned accordingly, Yuulan and Taima ventured deeper into the misty forest, with the latter using her unique magic to clear the fog for as long as they could. They also possessed the most skill in physical combat and, along with Grim, would confront Vidaria’s assailants head-on if needed.

Iman, Danica, and Ione each went in separate directions to ensure they could maintain deniability if they ran into any students or faculty. Before setting off, the girls had visited Sam’s shop to pick up something that would come in handy for their plans. Back in October, Ione and Taima had learned of a special mirror pendant that could show the wearer anything they wished to see and could be used as a means of communication.

They didn’t want to risk the sound of phones tipping off the mist fae, and of course, Sam had multiples of these pendants in stock. Iman purchased one for each of them, including Grim, along with several vials of potions, a panacea tablet, and three daggers, one made of steel and the other two crafted of iron. The latter of these items raised the concern of the normally laid-back shopkeeper.

“I’m not going to ask questions since I know you five tend to stay outta trouble,” he said as he packed up the items. “But what I will say is whatever is going on, please be careful. Don’t go getting involved in something way over your heads!”

Sir, we are about to go on a rescue mission which very likely will involve fighting fae! I think it’s a little too late for those kinds of warnings! These were Yuulan’s thoughts, but she didn’t voice them. Instead, she promised Sam that they would be safe, and while these purchases seemed suspicious, they planned to use them with only the purest intentions.

“We’ll be fine, Sam! We promise!” Taima grinned. “don’t worry about us!”

“And don’t forget, charge my personal account for this stuff!” Iman added. “I don’t want my parents to know about this, ‘kay?”

~~~

Meanwhile, four male fae dragged their royal captive deeper through the forest, her hands bound in front of her as she was dragged like a dog on a leash. Her voice was under the influence of a powerful silence spell. They made their way to the cliffs, where Vidaria knew there was a checkpoint to a portal that would take them directly across the sea, back to the Land of Mists. Her heart was pounding, and tears streamed down her face. Unfortunately, for all her crying, she knew no one could hear her.

How many times would she have to endure this? How many times did she have to escape them before she would cease being tormented? By her own people no less. Whatever the circumstances that brought her into the possession of the Draconias, Vidaria had accepted her fate. All returning her home would do is exacerbate a violent situation long pacified by her consent to marry Malleus, risking further bloodshed between both of their kingdoms. Was freedom truly worth such a thing?

Her back tingled with a burning sensation that was her instincts telling her to try and flee before they took her to a place she wouldn’t be able to easily return from. A place where Iman wouldn’t be able to easily find her. Vidaria didn’t know why she was thinking about this; the last time she attempted to use this escape attempt, it had gone horrifically wrong and had decades-long ramifications. Still, it was the only thing she could think of. Closing her eyes, she paused and focused all of her energy on her back and felt the sensation burn with more intensity, exactly what she was hoping for. Her captors noticed she had stopped moving and yanked on the rope binding her.

“Keep moving, Your Highness!” one of them barked at her. “There’s no one here to help you, so make things easy on us, and yourself, and just…wha…WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

He turned around and realized why Vidaria had stopped moving when he saw how her body radiated with a golden glow, bright enough to cut through the mists. A second captor quickly planted his foot into her back, roughly knocking the wind out of her lungs and forcing her to her knees. She fell face-first to the ground, the golden glow vanishing from her body.

“Stubborn girl, but clever no doubt!”

“How dare you?! We were told not to harm her!”

“She was summoning her wings, idiot!” The second captor grabbed her by her ponytail, dragging her back to her feet with one hand and taking the rope binding her with the other. “I told you we should have knocked her out!”

“She’s a daughter of the house of Cherith!” said a third captor. “And the only hope for the Land of Mists! Don’t you think the Draconias have traumatized her enough?!”

Then what the hell do you call this?!

Vidaria suddenly felt a surge of anger rushing like fire through her veins. With all the strength she possessed, she shook her body out of her captor’s grasp. And when he used the rope to yank her back, she sank her fangs as deep as she could into his arm, piercing through his clothing and tearing into his skin. The sudden taste of blood filled her mouth as he shrieked and released the rope in a moment of agony. She spat into the ground to show her contempt as well as to get the bloody taste out of her mouth.

“Your Highness, please!” the fourth captor tried to plead with her. We don’t wish to hurt you; we are trying to save you! You and our kingdom from Draconia tyranny!”

“Fuck being nice! We have a job to do!” The second captor had enough of Vidaria’s resistance and was ready to take a more violent route to achieve their goals. “If she won’t accept her fate, we must force her to!”

With gloved hands, he brandished a pair of large iron chains and lashed them at her, his fatal error. Vidaria jumped back and dodged them with ease, but the sight of the chains caused all the color to train from her face. No, she had seen chains like that before; she could never forget them. In an instant, a flood of horrid memories seized her. Nightmares about a similar encounter in a forest not so unlike this one. A visceral nightmare from her childhood that she wished she could forget and bury in the past forever.

This captor had just signed his death warrant.

She took several steps back and stamped on the ground with all the force her body could muster, the earth responding to her call with intense ferocity. Her captors tried to get closer to her, but she stamped the ground again to increase the magnitude of her quaking spell. Such was the force of her magic that the ground beneath them began to crack.

Her voice was still gone but the fire in her eyes told her captors all they needed to know. The earth fractured and large pieces dropped and crashed along the rocks along the sea. The second captor who had pulled out the iron chains was the first to meet his demise under the crumbling earth, and while his comrades were preoccupied trying to save him while trying not to fall themselves, Vidaria sprinted off in the opposite direction. Back into the forest and back towards NRC.

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Even from several meters away, the girls felt the after-tremors of Vidaria’s seismic magic. Yuulan and Taima quickly ducked under bushes, and once the ground settled, Taima pulled out her mirror pendant to contact Iman and the others.

“Did you feel that?!” She asked. “The Isle of Sages never gets earthquakes!”

“I know, me, Dani, and Ione felt it too!” replied Iman. “That’s Vidi’s magic at work!”

“Does that mean she’s still in this area?” Yuulan asked.

“It must mean that, you guys keep searching on your own. We’ll meet up with you soon!”

Just as Iman said this, she saw a bright golden light cut through that heavy fog. Blinking like a beacon, guiding their way. A surge of hope caused Iman’s heart to jump. She grabbed Ione’s hand, pulling her in the direction of the light as Danica followed them.

“She’s here! She’s still here!”

“What a relief!” Ione sighed happily.

“Once we find her, we’ll bring her back to Pomefiore,” said Danica. “Vil thinks we’re rehearsing there late, so no one will know about this.”

Vidaria’s guiding light slowly faded and soon vanished altogether, but they continued to follow its direction. The sky was quickly getting darker but the fog had begun to dissipate, making it a little easier to see where they were going. A loud rustling sound forced them to stop, followed by voices that sounded nearby. They didn’t recognize the voices, nor understand the language they were speaking, but Iman heard Vidaria’s name called and quickly ran ahead.

“Show me Vidi. Where is she?”

Iman whispered to the mirror in her hand. Immediately she was shown an image of her friend cowering in a bunch of bushes, biting at the rope binding her hands. She had a burning feeling that she was nearby and as soon as the thought passed her mind, she heard another rustling sound.

“I feel like she’s close,” Iman communicated to everyone else through the pendant. “Everyone, stay sharp! If she’s really here, that means the mist fae are close too!”

Danica and Ione followed Iman and saw as she crouched into the bushes ahead of them. When Iman didn’t emerge right away, they knew what it meant. Ione came a little closer and in the darkness, could see two shadows in the bushes. They had found their companion.

“Oh, thank Sevens!”

Iman breathed a sigh of relief as she took one of the daggers and cut through the ropes binding her friend. Vidaria smiled but made several wide motions with her mouth. Iman understood and felt around in her pocket before finding the small red panacea tablet and slipped it into her mouth.

“Don’t worry, this will bring your voice back!”

Vidaria swallowed the tablet and wasted no words. “They’re still pursuing me! Please tell me you’re not alone!”

“I’m not. The other swans are with me, Yuulan, too. We’ll get you out of here, so don’t…”

Vidaria quickly shushed her friend by pressing her hands to her mouth. They were close; she could sense them. From the place where they hid, she and Iman could see two figures coming towards them. Her heart stopped, but she gave a silent sigh of relief when she realized it was just Danica and Ione. Iman was about to call them over, but Vidaria's grip tightened on her arm, directing her attention elsewhere.

Danica and Ione stayed close, frequently brushing hands against each other so neither would get lost. Ione thought she heard Iman’s voice, but before she could act on it, she felt someone tap on her shoulder. And the quick squeeze Danica gave her hand told Ione that it wasn’t her.

That’s when her eyes immediately locked with Iman’s, seeing through her and Vidaria’s hiding spot. Ione swallowed a gasp as Iman’s eyes warned her of a presence lingering just beyond her peripheral vision. She silently begged her not to accidentally betray them. And whatever courage she had gained during the training camp, she would need every ounce of it now.

“Who are you?” Ione turned to the fae towering above them, already knowing the answer. Her voice was shaky as she tried to take on an imperious air similar to Iman. “You aren’t a faculty member. What are you doing on school grounds?”

“Greetings, humans,” he replied with an air of nonchalance. “I am searching for someone, and my search has brought me…”

“That doesn’t answer my question!” Ione cut him off. “Who are you? And how did you get past the school gates?”

“I came through the school gates the same way you two did,” he replied, forcing a smile.

“You came through the gates?” Ione raised her eyebrow, “In spite of the fact that the gates leading into NRC are protected by magic?”

“ Magic known only to our headmage? ” Danica added, joining in on the ruse. “We take it Crowley is aware of your presence then?”

“Ah, yes, Dire Crowley!” The fae grinned. “Indeed I am…visiting him. We are old friends.”

“Hmph, well, in that case, you have no reason to be wandering the woods like you are.” Ione asserted, though her nerves tingled with anticipation.

“And what about you, humans?” The fae asked slyly. “Are you not doing the same? What are two hapless humans like yourselves doing all alone on a winter evening like this?” He looked around them, noticing how Ione and Danica’s eyes kept shifting to the bushes where their companions hid. "Hmm, perhaps 'alone' isn't the most accurate term..."

“Uhhh…I…we…ummm,” Ione suddenly hesitated. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Iman and Vidaria slowly moving out of their hiding place. She took a deep breath; she only had to continue this charade a few moments longer. “Sir, we are NRC students. We are far from hapless! And unlike you, we actually belong here!”

“But you’re right about it being cold,” said Danica. “We’ll take you to the headmage now if you wish.”

“After all, for someone claiming to be visiting him, you’re pretty far from his office!”

Ione did not wait for him to reply before boldly grabbing his hand to pull him away from the bushes. The fae humored her and allowed her to lead him further away but his senses remained locked onto the bushes, looking for any hint that something might be amiss.

“He’s still looking this way,” Iman whispered to Vidaria. “We might have no choice but to bolt.”

“But Sister…”

“It’s four of us and one of him, and Yuulan and Taima are around here too!”

“Yeah! You guys can’t hide here forever!”

Grim emerged from behind them, scaring them both. His loud tone more frightening than the fact he had snuck up on them. He would surely give them away if he didn’t lower it.

“Hush, you blasted cat!” Iman hissed. “We’re hiding from Vidaria’s kidnappers! Why isn’t Yuulan with you?!”

“I told you I’m not a cat!”

“GRIM!!”

“I knew you were hiding something from me!”

They had been discovered. And just like that, the two other fae suddenly emerged, one from the bushes and another from up in the trees. This had been a trap all along. The one following Ione yanked her away from him but Ione, in a fit of boldness, jumped in front of him. He smacked her to the ground but she quickly got back up, summoning her pen.

“How dare you?!” Ione ran after him.

“Out of my way, human!”

He chased Iman and Vidaria, but they had begun running off in the opposite direction. Grim was lagging behind them and tried to create a diversion by summoning a wall of blue flames. His fiery magic separated the girls from the fae but also encircled them and prevented further running. They screamed.

“Ha! Try getting through that?!” The cat smirked with satisfaction.

“Damnit Grim! We’re trapped!” shouted Vidaria.

“Yeah, but he mist fae can’t get to you now! And…MYRAH?! What the…”

“Hmph, pathetic.” The fae sneered when he made the flames vanish with the wave of his hand. Grim’s smug look quickly melted. “Such unrefined magic.”

“And such futile efforts,” as the flames faded, the other two fae appeared and one grabbed Vidaria’s arm. “Playtime is over, Your Highness! You’re coming with us now!”

“I think not!”

With the force of a strong and violent gale, Taima and Yuulan arrived on the scene, ready to defend their friends. Ione and Danica had caught up to them as well, and Iman and Vidaria took the opportunity to run back toward the campus. One of the fae gave chase to them, but Grim jumped up on his head and began viciously biting at his face.

“Uh…at least he’s enthusiastic.”

Yuulan couldn’t help but giggle at her feline companion’s antics, even as her heart trembled at the sight of the imposing second fae in front of her, Danica and Ione. She took a deep breath and, for good measure, retrieved the dagger concealed in her jacket pocket.

“I don’t know what you want with Vidaria and frankly I don’t even care!”

“Don’t make her use that!" Danica warned. “Cause what happens next will be on you!”

“You wanna take Vidaria, you’ll have to walk over our coffins first!” Added Ione.

“Damn, Ione, that’s pretty hardcore!” Yuulan grinned.

“Uhh, not really. I just thought you guys sounded cool and I wanted to sound cool too,” Ione admitted with a sheepish smile.

“Silence! We’ve had enough of this!” The second fae pulled out a large magipen of the likes neither had seen before. “As for walking over your coffins, keep standing in our way, and there won’t be anything left of you to bury!”

The girls squeezed hands, and Ione and Danica put themselves in front of Yuulan, the only magic users of the three. With one fae occupied with Grim and the other fighting Yuulan, Ione, Danica, Iman, and Vidaria watched from a distance. Vidaria wanted to help them, but one look at her very blotted magipen quickly made her forget that idea. She was already very distressed and didn’t want her unstable magic to cause unintended damage.

They decided to run back to campus as soon as they could, but when they finally decided to make a run for it, the third of the fae tried to block them. Taima immediately came to their aid, grabbing him by the waist. Despite being much taller than her, she was able to quickly drag him to the ground, a useful skill from her martial arts training. He engaged with her but called out a warning to his comrades.

“Don’t let Princess Vidaria escape!” Getting back on his feet and glaring down at Taima. “And you! Stay out of our way, and you won’t be hurt!”

“Ha! Implying you can hurt me!”

She cloaked herself in a protective whirlwind that prevented the fae from getting too close to her. As they fought, she held in her hand one of the iron daggers. When her shield began to fade, he grabbed her by one of her pigtails, and she immediately slashed at his arm. He jumped back, grabbing his arm, and Taima took advantage of his current state to deliver another kick to his skull, leaving him sprawled on the forest floor.

“Now, Dani! While they’re all occupied! Use your unique magic!”

Danica closed her eyes and sang out an incantation that, if done correctly, would render the fae unconscious and stripped of magic.

“Silenced to my whim, enchanted to your ruin. A cursed serenade, my beloved…”

The fae fighting Grim finally managed to yank him off her face, throwing him against a nearby tree and knocking him out. He grabbed Danica by her hair, throwing her against a tree before she could finish her spell.

Yuulan screamed and went to pick Grim up and make sure he was alright. Holding his unconscious body and seeing the fae approach Danica while she was struggling to stand enraged her. She quickly got back up.

“Ione, hold Grim, give him a potion to help him wake up,” she said before taking out her dagger again and calling out to Taima. “Get him!”

At once, they charged him, sinking their daggers into his back. He screeched loudly, loud enough to deafen them, and turned to Yuulan, smacking her to the ground.

“Feckless, human bitch!” His grip tightened around her neck. “Your end is here!”

Taima helped Danica up, and they tried to help her, but the other two fae blocked them. Yuulan tried her best to break free, but she quickly became lightheaded as she struggled for air. Her eyes became heavy, and soon, she couldn’t feel anything as her vision went black.

“MYRAH?! Oh no!” Grim had regained consciousness and gasped at what he saw. “Yuulan! No! He’s going to kill her! Ione, we gotta do something!”

But Ione stood frozen, terrified at what she was seeing. She knew fighting fae would be far from simple, but it astonished her how quickly everything was going wrong. Their magic was on a whole different level, even compared to the third-year students, and she briefly wondered if she could ever acquire enough magical skills to be even half as proficient. Looking around her, she saw that Iman and Vidaria were nowhere to be seen, and she prayed that they had somehow made it to safety.

Yuulan…he’s choking…no! He’s going to kill Yuulan! But what can I do? I can’t fight him! I’m not strong enough! No! I’m never strong enough! Worthless weed! Worthless weed!

“No…”

Ione was weak, she was awkward, and her existence in this world had only ever brought others misery or cruel amusement. She was the weakest member of Danica’s VDC team and she had been powerless all of her life. She wasn’t like the others, she wasn’t stylish and she wasn’t cool and she certainly wasn’t strong. And on top of all of that, she was apparently stupid because here she was, watching one of her classmates being choked out and all she was doing was standing there, stupefied and afraid.

“No!”

Yuulan is going to die! Worthless weed! Worthless weed!

She squeezed her eyes shut as they overflowed with frightened, angry tears. No, she couldn’t let this happen. She wouldn’t let this happen. Ione refused to be a worthless weed any longer.

Worthless weed! Worthless…

“NO!!!”

She screamed, dropping Grim, as her entire body felt as if it were ablaze. Something strong and powerful was coursing through her, magical energy unlike any she had ever felt before. It was pulsing and relentless, demanding she act on it.

“LEAVE US ALONE!!!”

Several large roots unearthed themselves as she spoke these words, grabbing Yuulan’s assailant and his companions. Yuulan was released and she immediately began gasping for air as Grim gaped at her and Ione.

“Ione! How are you doing that?!”

“I don’t know!”

“What?! What’s this?!” The fae seemed just as shocked and confused by Ione’s sudden newfound sorcery as Ione was summoning it. “Unhand us! Vile roots!”

But the roots would not relent and Ione quickly abandoned her shock at what she had done and began using it to her advantage. She pointed at the fae with murderous intent and more roots answered her call, coiling around them like large snakes.

I don’t know how I’m doing this, but it doesn’t matter now!

With her fears melted away and her confidence in full bloom, Ione directed the roots around their necks. And with incredible force, the roots dragged the fae screaming and thrashing, squeezing tighter around them. They would soon get a taste of what they had just put Yuulan through.

“Choke them! Strangle them! See to it that they never try to harm Vidaria again!” Ione spoke to the roots, demanding them to destroy the fae, and giggled as she saw them fall under the influence of her new, spectacular magic. The others watched her with equal parts surprise and awe. “I told you to leave us alone! What happens next is wholly on you!”

Soon enough, the fae were rendered unconscious and the roots released them, leaving them on the ground lifeless and limp. Grim cautiously threaded over to them, smacking them with his tail to ensure they were not responsive, and grinned when he realized they weren’t.

“That was awesome!” He shrieked. “So, awesome! Ione! I never knew you had magic like that!”

“N…neither did I…” Ione replied, down from her powerful high and gazing at the result of her magic. “What…how did I…”

“You can contemplate that later!”

Iman and Vidaria had stayed close to keep the fae away from the campus. Now they reappeared to reunite with their friends.

“That was amazing!” Vidaria smiled. “Thank you, Ione. Whatever magic you now have at your disposal, at that moment, it was our salvation.”

“Never in my life did I imagine you’d have it in you, Wallflower!” Iman grinned. “And the way you spoke to them! That was so courageous! I told you, you have a lot more to give and for once, you gave a thousand percent to this situation!”

“Come on, guys!” Danica started heading toward the campus, looking over her shoulder at everyone else. “Let’s get out of here before they regain consciousness—if they regain consciousness!”

“She’s right,” Taima said, following behind her. The others soon followed suit. “Let’s get back to Pomefiore.”

~~~

Danica brewed some of the herbal tea Violetta had given her and offered it to Vidaria. She drank it slowly, breathing deeply in and out as her mind and body left survivor mode and she realized that she was truly out of danger. Soon enough, the blots on her green magestone faded, and they would all be safe.

“I’m sorry, everyone,” she said. “Forgive me for putting you all in such a harrowing situation. It was bad enough that Iman had to endure that over winter break. But to involve you all… no one should have to face what I've endured.”

“You’re talking about this like this was your fault,” replied Taima. “From what Iman told us, you’ve been dealing with terrorists from your homeland for years.”

“It’s my fault for trying to come back to Ramshackle on my own,” Vidaria shook her head. “I went back to Diasomnia with no trouble, but Malleus…he…we got in a quarrel with Lilia because I gave my VDC passes to Silver and not him. Malleus also wasn’t too keen on me being in the VDC either so this just made him even more upset and in a fit of frustration, I ran out of the dorm and wasn’t even thinking! I just wanted to get out of there! I wasn’t thinking, I wasn’t thinking at all!”

“Vidi…”

Iman could see the tears coming, and she placed her arm around her friend. It was all too much for Vidaria, and she quickly buried her face in Iman’s chest, weeping as Iman stroked her hair.

“It’s alright, Vidi. Everything’s alright. You’re safe now.”

“No! I’m not! This is only going to continue until I marry him!” she looked up at her friend with glittering eyes. “And who knows? This may even continue well until our coronation! I’ll never be safe! Never!”

“Vidaria,” Ione cautiously spoke up. “Why would those fae not want you to marry Malleus Draconia? I thought he was crazy-powerful. Wouldn’t it be good for your kingdom too to have a…”

“Ione, hush!” Iman hissed, not wanting to see her friend further distressed. But Vidaria gazed at Ione with sympathy.

“It’s a very long story, but the short version is this: a long time ago, our kingdoms were at war. But once they came to a stalemate, it was decided that the eldest princess of one of the kingdoms would marry the eldest prince of the other, thus uniting them. And that prince and princess are…”

“You and Malleus…” Danica sighed. “Yes, we understand now.”

“But there are some in my kingdom who reject peace. They think they can still defeat the Draconias, and so every few months, they try to use me as leverage to end the current ceasefire. I have to be under constant guard because of it! I can never be alone, I can never travel without escorts, I can never be normal!”

“So that’s why Lilia wanted the Diasomnia students to stay here,” Taima said. “To protect Vidaria.”

“It gets so tiring!” Vidaria suddenly exclaimed with fresh new tears. “For as long as I can remember, I’ve been trapped in this arrangement with Malleus, unable to do anything about it lest more blood be shed between our nations! I wanted to join the VDC because I thought it would be fun and maybe, just maybe, I could have the experience of a normal girl! But I couldn’t even have that without them targeting me! It’s a nightmare I’ll never wake from and what’s worse, there’s another person I want to marry, and guess what? It’s not Malleus Draconia!”

“WHAT?!” Iman gazed at her friend with shock. “Vidi! You never told me…”

“What is there to tell? It doesn’t matter anyway! He’s a human, for one, and whatever my feelings are on the matter, I have to marry Malleus to keep peace between the fae nations! The fact that I’m in love with another counts for nothing!”

“But what about Malleus?” Yuulan asked. “It might be possible that Malleus loves someone else too. Couldn’t your two kingdoms come to some kind of understanding that doesn’t involve a marriage of state?”

“I don’t know what is in Malleus’ heart,” said Vidaria. “But he is not in mine, and sadly, this situation is past the negotiation point. I will be the next queen of Briar Valley, and I am powerless to change that.”

“Powerless…”

Danica had been listening to Vidaria’s lament but had little to say. Instead, she listened and began to wonder why Sidonie hated her so much. Vidaria was in a remarkable situation that she probably did not ask for, and she couldn’t help but feel sympathetic. Her admission of feeling powerless made Danica further wonder if they were really so different after all.

“You’ve gone through so much,” she went on. “But the fact that you are still here is a testament to your strength, Vidaira. You’re far from powerless.”

“I wish I could believe that,” Vidaria sniffed, wiping her face with her sleeve. “I gave up believing I was strong a long time ago. What I am is stubborn. I don't want to die. I still wish to live even when it’s painful. That’s not strength.”

“Yes it is!” Taima said. “Cause it means you haven’t been broken yet! It means you can’t be broken!”

“For once, I agree with Taima,” Iman nodded, giving Vidaria another hug. “Vidi, you are one of the strongest beings I’ve ever known, person or fae. And you can’t let those bastards take that from you.”

“We shouldn’t let anyone take that from us,” Danica sighed. “You aren’t powerless, Vidaria; none of us are. We all worked together to help you, and Ione realized her UM. We aren’t powerless.”

“My UM?” Ione looked up at Danica. “UM? You mean…my…my…unique…”

“It’s the only thing that it could be,” Danica replied with a little smile. “Congratulations, Ione. You’ve found your unique magic!”

“WHAT?!” Ione’s jaw dropped, looking at her magipen and then at her companions. “My unique magic?! Really?! I…I…”

“Yeah!” Iman grinned. “Way to go, Wallflower! You’re already ahead of more than half of the freshman!”

“And even some of the sophomores,” Vidaria smiled in spite of herself. “I haven’t discovered my unique magic yet either.”

“I can’t believe it!” In an excited fit of frenzy, Ione began jumping up and down, saying it over and over again. “My unique magic! My unique magic!”

The others congratulated Ione and for the first time since they began the VDC training camp weeks ago, Danica could see true camaraderie between her teammates. They had come together to help Vidaria, set aside their differences, and now they were truly getting along. Even with all that happened that day between her and Vil, she couldn’t help but feel a giddy sense of joy. And at that moment, she was feeling extremely bold.

“We can come together when we need to,” she said. “And when we do, we can do incredible things.”

“We are all pretty incredible. Aren’t we?” Taima smiled. “All of us, even Iman!”

“What’s THAT supposed to mean?!” Iman asked, laughing.

“But we should all be as incredible as we can possibly be,” Danica continued, with a little sigh. “And we shouldn’t have to hold back how incredible we are, not for anything, or…anyone.”

“Hmmm?” Taima noticed the look in her friends’ eyes and her interest was piqued. “What do you mean, Dani?”

“I’m done hiding, no more hiding!” With new confidence, she stood up and called for everyone’s attention. “Guys, there is something important I need to tell you all. It’s about our performance for the VDC.”

“We’re listening, Danica,” said Ione.

“First, I want to apologize to Iman. She was right when she implied I wrote our song because of Vil-san. I did, and the lyrics reflected how I felt about him at the time.”

“No need to apologize, Danica,” Iman smiled. “It’s been two years now, I’m sure your feelings have matured. Now that you’re older and you know him personally.”

“Were, not are,” Danica admitted somberly. “What my feelings were. But after today, after several weeks, I don’t know if I can honestly say I still have those feelings anymore.”

“Vil-san has been pretty hard on you,” Taima said. “And half of the time, he’s mean to you for things that aren’t even your fault. I feel like if he knew how deeply you cared for him, he would try to be nicer.”

“Weather he would or not is no longer relevant,” shaking her head. “Whatever you guys think of Sidonie, she has been my biggest support in Pomefiore. Forcing her off the team was the final straw for me. I can’t abide by his wishes anymore in good conscious.”

“What were his wishes?” Iman asked.

Danica hesitated. She felt her heart beginning to race as she thought about how to answer. She was standing at a crossroads now and very close to a point she would not be able to return from. The river’s current was flowing fast and unrelenting, and what she said next could very well determine whether she would find her way to safety or drown altogether.

You cannot fight the current, cherie. And you cannot fight what you truly know in your heart to be right.

What I know in my heart to be right…yes…what I know to be right…

“I…I’m not sure I can explain this in words,” she said at last. “I think it’s better if I just show you, and then you guys can decide if you agree with me.”

~~~

Thankfully, Farron was still awake and was more than happy to let Danica into his studio so she could retrieve what she was looking for and make quick alterations.

“Farron, before you return to your room, do you mind coming into the ballroom with me? I want you to be there when I show this to the others, but I also want to ask you something afterward.”

“Oh? Is it something you can’t ask me right now?” He asked as he removed the last few pins.

“No, but you’ll understand when we go to the ballroom.”

Farron thought this odd, but cheerfully took Danica’s hand as they walked back to the ballroom where Yuulan, Grim, and her four remaining teammates were waiting for her. Immediately, Iman gasped as her eyes took in the stunning black stage outfit Danica was wearing. Taima squealed with delight, reaching out to touch the black feathers adorning the bodice, and Vidaria and Ione also made their approval very clear.

“Such a beautiful dress,” said Vidaria. “Elegant and sleek, I love it!”

“Me too!” added Ione. “I’m not sure I would be able to wear something like that, but it suits you very well, Danica!”

“See? Why can’t we wear something like this for the VDC?” Iman asked. “I love this a thousand times more than what we’re currently wearing!”

“Farron is an amazing tailor, no doubt!” Vidaria agreed, “But I feel like that is more suited to our style. Our song, maybe not, but if we were…”

“That’s the point!” Danica cut her off.

“Originally, Danica had a whole different song in mind for the VDC,” Farron explained, smoothing out the fabric of her skirt. “And together, we designed this outfit to match.”

“Well okay then!” Iman nodded. “Why couldn’t we do that song?”

Danica sighed, her face flushing warm with a mix of embarrassment and fear.

“For that song, Taima and I also created choreography to accompany it. I showed some of it to Vil-san, and he hated it. Well, hate might be too strong a word, but he certainly disapproved. He said it was too sexy, and he didn’t want me to be provocative on stage.”

“Seriously?! So that’s why we’re stuck with what we have now?! Because Vil-san was afraid of OTHERS slut-shaming us?! What you’re wearing is not even all that racy!”

“It’s more flirtatious than provocative!” added Vidaria. “But flirtatious doesn’t always mean trashy!”

“He didn’t even want us to be flirtatious!” Danica sighed. “He compared this situation to the black and white swan and how I needed to remain a white one. He said we should all be sweet and graceful white swans instead of alluring and bold black swans. He’s worried if we…no…if I were too provocative, public perception of me would vilify me as a black swan forever. And I would never be able to break from that role or be anything else.”

“Oh, Cygnet…”

This was the first time Farron heard any of this. While it initially surprised him when Vil told him to design a whole new outfit for Danica, he had no idea how deeply this all ran. In her eyes, he saw sadness and the inner conflict of someone creative being forced to be something they weren’t—a conflict he knew all too well. He softly placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her while the others listened. But Iman let out a loud scoff.

“Merciful sands, I thought we as a society had progressed past such ideas!” she said.

“What do you mean?” Danica asked.

“Where I’m from, the only people who still cling to such backward ideas are bitter old men way past their glory days!” she went on. “I’ve heard some of the things Vil has said about gender, so I thought he’d be above such ideas too!”

“It does seem a tad unfair,” Ione admitted. “Even though I like our song and costumes, it seems hypocritical considering the boys definitely look sexy when they perform together.”

“It IS unfair!” Taima added. “And it IS hypocritical! No one is gonna bat an eye at what our boys do! Hell, no one bats an eye at what other boy groups do on stage either, and sometimes they can get very raunchy!”

“But sevens forbid we want to be a little coquettish,” Vidaria rolled her eyes. Humans never cease to amuse me with their stupidity sometimes. Why should we have to tailor ourselves based on what stupid people think?!”

“YES! RIGHT ON THE NOSE!” Danica jumped. “That’s EXACTLY what I’ve been thinking since we’ve begun this training camp! I knew from the beginning what I wanted for us! I trust Vil-san, I listen to him for the most part, but this never sat right with me! You know, in ballet, the white and black swans are usually danced by the SAME woman! Why should I have to be one or the other?!”

“You SHOULDN’T have to!” Iman affirmed. “That’s the point!”

“None of you have a say over what you’re doing, what you’re singing, or even what you’re wearing!” Yuulan shook her head. “If you ask me, that is true powerlessness.”

“Well, I’m sick of it! I’ve done everything Vil-san has asked of me, but he still doesn’t see how hard I’m working! He doesn’t understand! And even if…” Danica stopped herself to bite back a few tears. “Even if my feelings were recuperated, it wouldn’t matter because in the end, the black swan is the villainous foil to the white one. And only a white swan is worthy of the love of a prince.”

“I don’t believe that,” Taima said. “And if you ask me, Vil-san has been far from princely! You clearly care about him and yet he can’t even trust you to give the performance you want! You deserve better than this, Dani!”

“The more you all talk, the more I’m inclined to think we should change our VDC performance to be more like what we ALL really want!” Iman replied.

“There is just one issue,” Danica sighed. “We have literally eleven days before the VDC and if learning new lyrics and choreography weren’t enough…” She turned to Farron, who was looking at her with concern. “We wouldn’t be the only ones who would have to work together on this. So sadly, I don’t think…”

“I’m going to stop you right there, Cygnet,” Farron said, taking her hand. “Let me tell you something that Vil said to me during my freshman year. He told me, when something calls to you, you can never forget it. No matter how hard you try, you will be compelled to answer that call sooner or later.”

He gently squeezed her hand. “You are an amazing performer; you have a clear vision of what you need to do to win the VDC. Vil means well, but this time, he’s clearly in the wrong, and I can’t ignore how unfair he’s been to you. I will help you in whatever way I can.”

“But Farron…”

“All my work for the film research club is finished for the time being and anything that comes up, I can just give it to the other freshman.”

“And I’ll help him!” Yuulan stood up. “My sewing skills still need work, but Farron has been helping me improve so it’s only right I return the favor!”

“Thank you, Yuulan,” Farron smiled. “See, Cygnet? Yuulan and I will create new outfits for your black swan quintet. Outfits that will be just as gorgeous as yours!”

“Black Swan Quintet…” Danica smiled. Yes, it was a fitting name. She couldn’t have thought of a better one herself. “Yes, Black Swan Quintet! That’s what we’ll be from now on!”

“So…does this mean what I think it means?” Ione asked.

“Yes, Ione,” Danica grinned, her power having returned at long last.

“We are changing our performance! We aren’t even going to tell Vil-san about it! He will find out the day of, and by then, it will be too late to turn back! We’re still going to win the VDC, but we’re going to win on my own terms! In my own way!”

~~~

It had been an eventful day, far more than any of the girls had anticipated. They returned to Ramshakle with exhaustion weighing on them like heavy cloaks. As Danica reached the door of her room, a familiar presence stopped her. She turned to Vil, an unreadable expression etched across his fair features.

“Where have you been?” he asked, in a tone more concerned than irritated. Still, Danica fought the learned urge to flinch under his scrutiny.

“Look, I’m sorry we came back late,” she said. “But we were…”

“Late?” Vil interjected. “More than late; it’s nearly midnight! I tried calling you several times but received no answer!”

“I’m sorry. My phone must have died. But we had to rehearse late. After all,” Danica had been avoiding his gaze but now looked up at him with weary indignation. “Our performance for the headmage was lackluster today, as you put it.”

Vil recalled his words and felt a sharp pang of guilt. Such harshness was unnecessary, and he acknowledged it to himself. Even if he remained as stoic as ever. He signed.

“Well, the boys have already eaten and gone to bed. You should have been back earlier. Proper rest and sustenance are as crucial to rehearsing as rehearsing itself.”

Danica swallowed her frustration, nodding in agreement. But she noticed how his reprimand lacked its usual sharpness, a subtle indication of his underlying concern. She silently acknowledged it, but her pride prevented her from commenting. Instead, she turned away from him. But as she turned the knob of her door, Vil stopped her again, gently tapping on the side of her forehead.

“What’s this?” he asked, referring to a scratch on her forehead, an injury sustained during Vidaria’s rescue. This time, his concern was evident in his tone, but Danica brushed it off with another lie.

“It’s just a scratch. I wasn’t paying attention and bumped into a sharp branch. It will be gone by the VDC.”

Vil sensed there was more to the story, but he chose not to press further. He could feel the chill in her tone, a reflection of his own coldness towards her.

“I shouldn’t have yelled at you earlier,” he said. “I realize Sidonie’s sudden departure fractured your progress today. That wasn’t your fault, and I shouldn’t have…”

“Then you should have thought about that before getting rid of her!” Danica retorted sharply. Despite her exhaustion, her anger was evident, and Vil knew he had no right to defend himself. Not yet, anyway.

“We’ll discuss this further after your final evaluation,” was all that he said in response, his tone softer than ever. “Goodnight, Danica. Try to get some rest.”

She did not respond with words, merely nodding as she closed the door behind her. Despite the thaw in Vil’s demeanor, she remained unmoved. And she greatly looked forward to unveiling the Black Swan Quintet at the VDC, eager to see Vil’s reaction to her newfound power.

In truth, Vil was too preoccupied with his own thoughts to really give any extra to what was quickly happening right under his nose. About an hour later, Danica sent out a text to her teammates, beckoning her to come to her room. Once they were all gathered, she played Guilty Kiss for them for the first time. If they had been eager for change before, they were positively ecstatic now, enthralled by the infectious electro beat and profound lyrics.

“I’m going to change a few of the lyrics around, but the melody will stay mostly the same," she explained. I wrote this song during winter break when I was…feeling guilty about feeling attracted to someone.” A soft red tint came to her face. “Someone I felt guilty about desiring.”

“Ohhhh?”

Iman's teasing glance prompted a blush from Danica. “Not about Vil,” she clarified. “But I think this will be about Vil now, the lyrics, I mean. Before, this song was about guilty physical attraction. Now it will be about guilty love. Caring for someone who continues to hurt you over and over again.”

“Oh, Dani…” Taima sighed sadly.

“Guilty feelings,” mused Ione.

“A guilty heart,” Vidaria added.

“Guilty heart…” Danica repeated Vidaria’s words, a new grin spreading across her face. “Yes! Perfect! Guilty Heart! That will be the new title!”

The following morning, after the boys left for rehearsal and they were alone, Danica showed off some of the dance moves she and Taima had come up with for the song. Iman was thrilled. Vidaria and Ione on the other hand were warier but Danica assured them that she would tailor their performance to suit each of them and that they would mostly have to focus on singing.

“I believe Iman, Taima, and I are the best dancers in our group anyway,” she told them. “So I think we will have the most intense choreography and what I give you guys to do will still be lovely but not as involved.”

After weeks of dancing and learning to dance, it was surprisingly easy for everyone to shift to the new choreography Danica made for them. And there was something to be said about how their new enthusiasm made learning their new performance all the easier. For the first time in weeks, Danica was beginning to truly feel confident again in what she was doing.

Meanwhile, Farron and Yuulan worked on the new costumes. It was easier to do this since Farron’s studio was off-limits to most other students, and Vil was out of the dorm most of the day except for rehearsal with the NRC Tribe. And when Vil was around, they simply placed their work back in the closet away from sight, going right back to their work the second he was gone.

“Such a shame, though,” Farron said to Danica one day during a fitting for Vidaria’s costume. “I do like the white costumes I made, even if you guys don’t end up using them.”

“Honestly, I like them too,” Danica admitted. “I just don’t like what they’ve come to represent. But maybe once this is all over and done with, we can find a use for them. Maybe for next year’s VDC if we decide on a sweeter performance concept.” She giggled. “Wouldn’t that be rather ironic?”

“I think as long as it’s something you actually want, it shouldn’t matter what your concept is.” Yuulan chimed in. “Who cares if it’s ironic?”

“Well said, Yuulan.” Vidaria smiled, looking at herself in the full mirror and admiring her new costume. “But I really love this dress, and I hope…” quietly. I hope he likes how I look, too.”

“Oh?” Danica looked up at her. “Who? You don’t mean Malleus-sama do you?”

“I don’t,” Vidaria winked. “But that’s a secret only for me!”

The hardest part of this transition was that they were still expected to continue practicing their original performance. Since Vil still had no idea of what was going on, and Danica wished to keep him in the dark, they still devoted time to perfecting their original performance. Even if they practiced Guilty Heart for two hours, they still devoted at least the same amount of time to Our Happily Ever After . This was especially important since Vil would soon be giving them one final evaluation before the VDC, and a lot was riding on this one. If Vil could be satisfied with their performance, then it was likely he would let Danica off the hook and no longer be as involved in their progress. Making their ruse easier to pull off.

That evaluation finally came a few days later when Vil gathered the girls in the Pomefiore ballroom to see their progress. They were fully dressed in their white costumes and in spite of practicing two very different songs at the same time, they were determined to pass their final evaluation. And Danica was determined that after today, she would never sing Our Happily Ever After again.

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#twisted wonderland #twst fic #twst writing #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #shining hearts ~ melodies and melancholy #things i write #IONE GETS HER UM IN THIS CHAPTER!!! <3 <3 <3

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yandereforme · 1 year

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Yan! Magic! DDLC

Heritage

You are a descendent of what’s called an Eros chimera, a species compatible with every species and is exceedingly rare. You are MC’s cousin, who has moved in with your aunt and uncle and cousin due to your parents being on a trip. No one is aware of the heritage(it’s on your mom’s side, and MC is related to your dad)

Sayori’s grandmother was half pixie. Sayori’s pixie blood is stronger that her parent’s especially since her father’s side is also distantly pixie.

Yuri’s grandmother was a mermaid, while her father is a vampire. Since we never get anything on her parents, I’m going with her being adopted when she was younger by a couple who couldn’t have kids.

Natsuki’s mother was a selkie and though her father hates all supernatural creatures, her great grandfather married a dragon shifter, making both of them part dragon, though the combination makes her blood stronger.

Monika grew up in her mothers coven. She is a witch and immediately clocked that her club mates weren’t entirely human, and were unaware of it. She is also part werewolf, since her grandfather on her dad’s side was one. She only lives with her mom, but knows about the werewolf situation due to a heritage potion.

Background information

MC was a part of the club last year, but left. None of them aside from Sayori liked him very much, but they all bonded with each other and consider each other family.

How their heritage affects their yandere tendencies

Sayori’s pixie blood makes her extremely connected to people. Friendships to her are extremely important, which makes MC’s constant rejection of her all the more devastating. Your affection at a moment of heartbreak? Makes her fall for you even more. (If we are following this, the rejection makes her depression much worse more rapidly, like in game)

She will play lots of games with you and follow you everywhere. Aside from that, not much changes. She still cares a lot about you, and just want you to be happy. Another thing neither of you know? Pixie’s take promises very literally, their magic treating any promise as an oath. You promising her that she will always be your friend? She will never forget it.

Yuri’s heritage just adds to her possessiveness. Both sides of her heritage hate sharing, and she is itching to claim you as hers. Bleeding in front of her? She will need to excuse herself before she does something she’ll regret(either jumping you or killing someone)

Since she has no idea about her heritage, she won’t know why everything is getting worse. She will want you to be dripping in pearls and blood. Lord help you if you are someone who gets into a lot of fights. Seeing you covered in blood makes her go crazy. She will have to get out of there fast, before she looses it.

Natsuki doesn’t have a pelt like selkies do, but if you ever hand her anything of hers, she’ll feel compelled to shower you in affection, and will want you happy. I see her as a more laid back yandere, she is very protective but not as possessive.

However, your heritage combined with her distant dragon blood will make her more aggressive over anyone who she views as a threat to you. She will also love seeing you in jewelry, and she doesn’t know why, but seeing you reading her manga or eating her food makes her go wild( her ‘horde’ is mostly comprised of her manga collection , though her club mates also register, which is why she won’t be as possessive when it comes to them. The food part is her urge to provide for you from her dragon heritage)

Monika will clock your heritage in a second. However, this doesn’t mean she won’t be as affected. In fact, she will be more, due to her heritage, since witches are attracted to the strong soft magic, and her wolf side will only encourage her. Still, she will maintain that she is the only one who truly loves you, since she believes she isn’t affected by your heritage.

Monika is definitely the most manipulative of the Yanderes, but that’s not saying much. She can manipulate her club mates easily, especially with magic, but her wolves side sees them as pack, so she has a harder time intentionally hurting them. That doesn’t mean she won’t be possessive, but she won’t want to sabotage her club mates lives terribly. Though you still will be her number one priority, and if it comes down to it, she will kill her club in order for you to love her.

None of them will really want to hurt each other, even as yanderes.( Sayori doesn’t like hurting other period, and the others have heritage that makes it hard to hurt their family, which the club members count as)

People outside of the club? That’s a different matter…

#yandere #yandere ddlc #yan! magic! DDLC #romantic yandere

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x-ceirios-x · 6 months

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desmin

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Basics

Name: Desmin Rige

Places Lived: name it, he’s been

Current Residence: Brooklyn, New York

Birthday: December 3

Age: old

Species: warlock

Appearance

Hair: dyed black

Eyes: blue

Height: 6’0

Clothing Style:

Face Claim: Simon van Meervenne

Family

Mother: an old, old demon he’s sworn to secrecy about

Father: dead for a long time

Sibling(s): Eleanor Rige

Closest Friends: Magnus Bane

Romantic Interest: none

Past Relationship(s): many short stints over the years, but he’s never been in a serious relationship

Personality

Desmin, in short, likes to keep to himself. He doesn’t enjoy being around groups of people, save for a few specific instances, and appreciates his alone time more than most. To strangers and acquaintances, he’s standoffish and cold, clearly disinterested in conversation. When he and Eleanor are working with mundanes or other clients, he prefers to say hello and start working on other orders (cozenages, more like) and let her do the talking, knowing that he tends to make people uneasy. Around friends, he’s similar, though they understand that this isn’t a front, but the way that he is. He struggles to express emotions in a way most people would and is incredibly awkward, which makes him come off as unapproachable. However, those with patience who do want to get to know him know that he’s ingenious, wise, and creative. It may take a while to see past his outer shell, but he’s incredibly complex underneath his hard stare.

Hobbies: writing, zoning out and listening to music, surprisingly cleaning

Fear(s): losing Eleanor

Downworlder Information

Species: Warlock

Magic Color: purple

Specialization: book-work magic like summoning spells, potions, etc.

Warlock mark: purple skin

Special Abilities: immortality, portal creation to other realms, other general warlock abilities

Favorites

Food: roman arancini

Drink: neat whiskey or usually just water

Color: blue or black

Season: winter

Scent: citrus

Music: 50s-80s rock. All of the genres in between

Time of day: midnight, or just after

Movie: It’s a Wonderful Life

Background

The twins have been alive for a long, long time. The circumstances of their births were incredibly rare, making them extremely powerful—warlock twins are rare in the first place, but their demonic parent being their mother even moreso. They, as far as they know, are the only people still alive that know her true name or even of her existence. They spent a great deal of time, several centuries ago, wiping her and their names from any documents, legends, anything physical they could get their hands on and charming anyone who’d dealt with her to forget she existed after finally locking her away in her circle of hell. Despite their age, they both refuse to enter the Spiral Labyrinth in fear of her somehow breaking out and coming back to terrorize their world or other possible ones out there.

Around the time they were trying to hunt down their mother, they met a little boy in the Dutch East Indies (modern day Indonesia). Desmin met the boy at a market by chance, though when he saw him begging for food from a stand, he bought him some and chatted with him for a little white. After poking for information, he found out the boy was an orphan and had been living on his own. Not wanting the boy to suffer, he offered to let him stay with himself and Eleanor. Through an accident with magic and his warlock mark fully developed, they realized the boy didn’t need just somewhere to stay, but he needed training and someone to teach him he wasn’t a monster, just special. Unfortunately, they couldn’t stay stationary for too long. It broke his heart to let him go, but he got in touch with a friend in the Clave who promised he would be well taken care of with the Silent Brothers. Years after, they found out he’d started studying under Ragnor Fell, whom Desmin had always liked and respected, and that the boy had given himself a new name—Magnus Bane.

Things were quiet. He enjoyed quiet. There was a debacle in London that they helped out with when they were visiting Magnus—not something he wanted to get involved with, but Eleanor’s crashing love life was entertaining for a minute (until he realized how seriously upset she was, then he felt bad for laughing). She swore she’d never date anyone with angel blood again and rolled his eyes, figuring that would fall through the next time she met a Shadowhunter with pretty eyes. To his surprise, she kept her word.

They lived in San Diego for a while in the forties. Desmin happened to meet a mundane at a bar once—Fabían Suárez, a mechanic he met at a diner once. The two accidentally ran into each other (literally). He apologized for getting motor oil that was on his pants on Desmin’s nice suit and promised to make it up to him, offering to go get a drink sometime. The two became good friends despite their vastly different lives and Desmin had never been as connected with a person other than Eleanor in his life. As they got to know each other further, he realized that he wasn’t just thinking about him in a strictly friendly way, though refused to admit it to anyone, including his sister. Fabían was sent off to the war and Desmin realized he missed him more than anything else in the world. It was the final thing that made him decide to risk everything, despite how things might go, to tell Fabían how he truly felt—then he never came home. He hasn’t been the same since.

Looking for a fresh start, the two moved to Paris after the war, where Eleanor thrived. He wasn’t particularly fond of it, but he didn’t dislike anything. Caring about anything beyond surface level was hard for him. Eleanor got a boyfriend, Casimir, who he never really liked but chalked it up to everything irritating him. His feeling about him only got worse when Eleanor started pulling away from him, and it was only when he saw hints of bruises under the sleeves of her shirts did he really start paying attention and realized something was wrong. She was keeping secrets, though, and insisted that she was fine, so he couldn’t do much. He begged her not to move in with him but she didn’t listen, only for him to come rushing to her aid on a particularly terrible night when Eleanor called him, more terrified than he’d ever heard her sound before. He tried to stay out of physical altercations and had rarely been in fights, but he was completely prepared to kill a man that night, if not for her pulling him off of Casimir.

They both decided to have their romantic lives take a back burner for a while and focused on rebuilding their relationship which had taken strain in the past few years. They traveled, did jobs they both enjoyed—Desmin worked as a teacher for a while, did a bachelor's and several master's programs having to do with writing and language, and published several books based on those ideas under pen names—and settled down. They continued to move every ten or so years, around the time people started to ask questions about how he stayed looking ‘so young’, which was about every ten years or so. He continued his usual, very brief and non-committal relationships with people he found interesting, usually fey, though he wasn’t exactly picky. They had few real friends other than Magnus, though they kept good relations with other Downworld allies, like the Seelie Queen, and heads of vampire clans and werewolf packs in the area.

Around September 2007, they happened to be in New York. After hearing rumors—good and bad—about Valentine, they decided to see Magnus again, wanting to make sure he knew they were around in case he needed something. The three reignited their friendship and picked up where they left off, happy to spend their evenings drinking at home and catching up from the last fifty or so years.

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Supercorp + Hogwarts AU + meet messy + "is that the best you can do?"

“Hey, do you guys want to see a muggle magic trick?”

Kara doesn’t have to look up to know Alex and Kelly are exchanging glances over Nia’s head. Nia is the best witch in the fifth year hands-down, but her grasp of muggle illusions leave a lot to be desired.

“Sure…” Kelly agrees, politely but unsurely, while Alex shakes her head.

“If this is that stupid coin trick again, Nia—” she starts, but Nia is already squeezing between them on the grass, unfolding a pack of muggle playing cards.

“It is not,” Nia says. “Prepare to be amazed! Yvette says I’m really good at this one.”

“Oh, joy,” Alex mutters under her breath, which turns into a pained yelp when Kelly elbows her in the ribs.

Kara finally raises her gaze from the newspaper she’s been half-reading, fully prepared to commit to Nia’s trick, but then she catches a glimpse of dark hair and a brisk pace. It’s Lena Luthor, notorious loner, actually sitting outside by the black lake with her books.

It’s odd—Lena never sits outside. People talk; Lena doesn’t have many friends (someone even started a rumor that Lillian Luthor pays Jess, another sixth year, to hang out with Lena). In fact, the only time anyone really sees Lena is in class, or in the Slytherin common room when Jess is also there. Kara sees her even less (only when Slytherin and Gryffindor share classrooms), but that doesn’t make the hopeless crush she’s fostered on her since they were eleven any less potent.

Kelly starts clapping suddenly, reluctantly dragging Kara’s eyes from Lena (who is reading a book; Kara is wondering just what kind of book it is). “Aw, Nia, that was good!” she says. “Do it again!”

Even Alex is curiously lifting up the cards one by one, as if trying to determine the trick herself. “Did you use actual magic for this?” she asks.

“I’m just that good,” Nia brags, though the way she tries to expertly shuffle the cards right back into their box suggests otherwise; half of them spill onto the grass. “Oh man!”

“I’ve got this,” Kara says, absentmindedly reaching for her wand. “Accio—”

“Kara, no!”

Oh, that’s right, Kara thinks belatedly. My wand is broken. It had been an unfortunate event on the Quidditch pitch involving an overzealous Hufflepuff seeker (Winn is still very apologetic about it, but it can’t be helped now). Unfortunately, Kara never seems to quite remember that magic is off-limits until it can be fixed.

And even more unfortunate is the fact that her mind and her words have begun to converge; she’s thinking about the book Lena is reading while glancing at the cards, and her mouth is forming silent words, and really it’s not a surprise at all when said book rockets out of Lena’s hands and aims right for Nia’s head.

No one dies, though, nor do they have to make the unpleasant trudge to the infirmary—Kelly is far quicker than any of Kara’s botched magic, and the book explodes into nothing when she mutters a firm, “Evanesco.”

“Kelly!” Kara forgets, for a second, about the whole Nia-about-to-break-her-face thing; her heart drops to the pit of her stomach at the thought that something of Lena Luthor’s has been reduced to figurative dust. What if that book was personal? What if it was special? What if it was—

“Excuse me,” says a quiet, sudden voice, and Kara just about falls over in the grass at the sight of Lena Luthor standing there. “I think you summoned my book.”

Kelly winces. “Oh, actually—”

“I destroyed it,” Kara blurts out, because really, this is her fault and Nia still has a face so the least Kara can do is take a fall for a friend. “I’m sorry. My wand is broken, and I was trying to summon some cards, but I was looking at you and thinking about your book and it just…I’m sorry. Again. I can pay for it?” She immediately begins digging into the pockets of her robes, but all she manages to scrounge up is a broken sugar quill and a drawing on a torn sheet of paper that depicts Professor Grant as a dragon.

For a moment, all Lena does is stare down at Kara in a peculiarly quizzical way. She doesn’t seem mad or anything, just perplexed. A second later she says, “You were thinking about ‘Voyages with Vampires’ strongly enough to summon it? I don’t really enjoy Gilderoy Lockhart books myself.”

“To be fair,” Kara’s quick to defend herself, “I couldn’t read the title from this far.”

“Right. You decided you wanted to snatch my book from me because it was mine.” And just like that, the curious expression on Lena’s face drops entirely, twists into something resigned and exhausted. “Is that the best you can do? Petty little child games?”

“What? No, I would never—”

“Because last week Eve Tessmacher hit me with a furnunculus curse that was far more clever than this,” Lena all but sneers. “It’s always the pig-headed Gryffindors that aim out of their league.”

“You wanna say that again?” Alex is jumping up, her wand brandished out, and Lena glances from her to Kara to Kelly to Nia, as if just realizing how potentially outnumbered she could be.

Except, well, that’s so not the issue. Kara hastens to stand between Alex’s wand and Lena’s body, nearly knocking her sister over in the process. “No! No, I didn’t do that as a prank, I—” She pauses, feels her cheeks go hot, and then rushes out, “Ijustthinkyou’rereallypretty!”

Alex lowers her wand; Kara can tell, because Alex uses it to jab her in the ribs. “Oh, bloody hell,” Alex grumbles, and she nudges Kelly to join her. “I think that’s our cue. I’d rather study for Potions than watch this.”

Kelly obligingly drags Nia along, who looks like she wants to protest, but eventually Nia caves in—though not without trying to wink conspiringly at Kara, which doesn’t work because Nia “winks” with both eyes.

“But—” Kara watches as her friends scatter, and then she is left with the heavy, accusatory gaze of Lena Luthor. She tries to smile, but imagines her attempt is more of a wince than anything. “Did I mention that I’m sorry?”

Lena takes a step forward. She raises her chin in the air, no less guarded, but her eyes convey a tiny bit of that earlier curiosity all the same. “You’ve already had your fun, Kara Danvers,” she says. “But I will give you credit, no one has played the ‘I have a crush on you’ prank yet.”

Kara frowns. “Do people really play pranks on you so much?”

“I am the weird little sister of a boy who tried to blow up Hogwarts,” Lena all but deadpans. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re way more than Lex Luthor’s sister, and that’s just...really mean,” Kara says, words bursting out before she even pauses to rein them in. “I mean, you are so smart! Last year you saved a bunch of first years who wandered into the Forbidden Forest. A-and you never tried out for Quidditch, but sometimes you fly with Jess on the pitch and you’re so fast you could easily run circles around anyone on the Slytherin team. You’re the coolest person ever. Even when you were eleven, you—” Finally, her brain starts to catch up with her mouth, and Kara flushes hotter than she ever thought possible. “Oh, gosh. I’m sorry. I swear, I didn’t mean for that to sound…stalker-y. I only know about the first year thing because Professor Grant’s son was new that year and I was supposed to be babysitting him. And then the flying, well, sometimes I go to the pitch with Winn whenever he wants to practice—”

“Kara. You can breathe any time you want,” Lena prompts, and Kara pauses to do exactly that.

“Sorry,” Kara adds, again, after she’s let her lungs rest a bit. Her whole body feels shivery from head to toe, like she is seconds away from fainting, and honestly? She just might. “Anyway. Um. I can replace that book if you want. Or I can give you the money and you can pick out a better one, since you said you weren’t a fan? Whatever you want.”

Lena is quiet for a beat. “What were you going to say before? About when I was eleven?”

Kara bites her lip so hard she knows she will inevitably have to ask Kelly to heal it later. “Oh, that,” she says evasively. “I meant, when you were eleven, and I walked face-first into the wrong wall trying to get to platform nine and three quarters, and you didn’t even laugh at me. You just...helped me up, and promised you would walk with me to the train until I found my family again.”

“I remember,” Lena says, and her voice is softening, as is her expression. “You somehow got lost between platforms seven and eight. Your sister was furious when she caught up with us.”

“Yeah.” And Kara finds herself smiling at that memory; this time it’s a real smile, and she couldn’t stop it if she tried. “That was really nice.” She wants to mention more—how even when Lillian Luthor scowled at Kara’s hand-me-downs, Lena complimented her right away on the shirt that had once been Alex’s—but all Kara does right now is step back. “I’ve bothered you enough, I think. Will you…let me know? About the book?”

“I don’t care about the book,” Lena says, and she swallows, loud enough that Kara can hear it. “Do you mean it?”

“That you’re...nice?”

“Yes.” Lena’s cheeks are a faint pink color, and Kara’s entire mouth goes dry.

“Well, yeah,” Kara says, and in that moment—with Lena blushing, and Kara’s chest tightening—they both know that she’s confessing to so much more than thinking Lena is nice. “So. Um.” She squares her shoulders, and prepares to be brave enough to live up to the Gryffindor name: “Can I buy you something that’s not a book? Sometime? Maybe on our next trip to Hogsmeade?”

“Like a date?” Lena asks, so impossibly soft, and Kara nods.

“Exactly like a date,” Kara says, and honestly, she should demand ten points to Gryffindor herself because her voice does not waver once.

And Lena Luthor smiles, just cautious enough to show how unsure she is, but still warm enough that Kara’s heart skips a beat. “Okay,” she says. “But on one condition: I’ll handle any magic until then.”

“Deal,” Kara agrees, and it’s official; breaking her wand might have been the best thing that has ever happened to her, ever.

#took some liberties w/the meet messy hope thats ok!!!#supercorp #supergirl #i need a fic tag #i went as vague as possible w/the hp setting :///#hope its not too glaringly obvious how little i know about hp #now to tackle the other 5 hp aus in my inbox....yall want to see me suffer so bad #(jk i love all the prompts in my inbox ur all too sweet)#🥺❤️

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fiprobably · 2 years

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Hi i would LOVE to hear your headcanons for what post LU would be like for Time and Wild and Legend :D love me some good angst

Hmmm, did not expect this but here we go *cracks knuckles*

TWs: Death, trauma

Time

It would be nicer if he could somehow unknow the fact that he created three separate timelines and all three were whacked in different ways, but Hylia decided to play evil and makes him remember very vividly everything about that fact: the quiet talks Legend and Hyrule had about how messed up Ganon made their Hyrule(s), the multiple scars on Twilight and how he got negatively affected by dark magic, the stories of how Hyrule was drowned under the sea told by Wind. He always feels like he has fucked things up worse than he thought, and that kinda guilt trips him, knowing that whatever he did, everything would end the same in one way or another.

As a leader of the kingdom's military force, Time was sent to duty far from home and sacrificed himself in a fierce battle. At the time, Malon was pregnant at 6 months.

Wild

Wild is made to forget the Chain. Yup, Hylia forces amnesia on this poor guy again. But he doesn't exactly completely forget, and that's even worse. The only thing he remembers is that he went on an adventure with eight other people (heroes? Knights? He doesn't know), and that he is very much fond of them. Or to sum up, very, very fragmented memories; only minor tidbits like someone had a habit of playing the ocarina (or was it a flute?), someone was a ring hoarder (he isn't sure if it was rings or bracelets) etc. etc. Just someone, he doesn't remember who, or their names, their faces. Sometimes he looks at Wolfie and wonders why he thinks the wolf can turn into a man, even. Wild has to live with the regret of not recalling his dearest companions up until the end of his life.

Legend

His Koholint trauma combined with Hylia's evil deeds make a perfect combo for Legend post-LU. While he doesn't forget the Chain like Wild did, Legend is so very convinced that they were not real and that he might have made it all up during his lowest days as a way to cope (which is completely and utterly wrong they were real I promise). He has everything vividly ingrained in his brain, but it feels like a lucid dream at most to him. And that's why he tries to write, to draw, do stuff that reminds him of them in an attempt to believe what he has seen and experienced with the Chain did happen and was real. He soon can't take it anymore and, as a last resort to get his mind off the matter to make himself feel less guilty or messed up, he goes on another journey (which is his last one btw, he doesn't make it back to Hyrule either).

Bonus: Wind

Wind's memory isn't tampered with by Hylia luckily, but what he has left of the Chain is what kills him inside. He is the only one with their photos and trinkets, the little things they gave him or got stolen from them by himself. He has Time's red ribbon used to tie the Biggoron Sword with, a Loftwing feather from Sky, a small wooden statue of Wolfie from Twilight, a letter from Warriors, one of Wild's ancient arrows, Legend's harmless rings, Hyrule's makeshift bottles for potions, Four's broken kinstone bits that got fused together into a pendant. He keeps all of those dear to his heart; he can't read Wars' letter without crying, no matter how many times he has seen it over and over.

So yeah, that's what I have for these three and Wind.

As for the other Links, they all remember LU but the tragedies lie in how they get yeeted out of existence by Hylia >:)

#linked universe #linked universe legend #linked universe time #linked universe wild #linked universe wind #linked universe headcanons #headcanons #loz #tloz #zelda #headcanon from fi

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kohanayaki · 3 years

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.:Time and Time Again:. (Marauders Era x Reader) Ch 5

Harry confronts you with a familiar piece of suspiciously folded parchment, and you tell him the story of how you helped create it (mostly told through flashbacks taking place in the Marauders era).

LINKS: CH 1 CH 2 CH 3 CH 4 CH 5 CH 6 CH 7 CH 8

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Ch 5 .:Narrow Spaces and New Alliances:.

Your eyes drifted open slowly, the bright streams of sunlight coming in through your window strangely unbecoming of 12 Grimmauld Place. It took you a moment to get your bearings as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and remembered where you were. As you sat there, looking around Sirius' guest bedroom, last night's events all seemed to flood back to you at once. You groaned into the comforter, feeling your face burn as you recalled blatantly staring at his lips just minutes after crying into his shirt for at least half an hour.

Come on, get it together, you thought to yourself, you're here because Dumbledore summoned you, stay on task.

However, as soon as that memory left your head another replaced it, this one weighing heavier on your chest. You found yourself thinking back to your encounter with Severus. Well, as much as you could call it an 'encounter.' Even when you couldn't see him, you could feel him when you reached out to him with your mind. Severus was good at blocking legillemency— too good, in fact, because you would know the familiar force of his mental shield anywhere. You'd never felt it as powerful coming from anyone else. You almost laughed at the irony of it; the very thing he was trying to use to keep hidden was exactly what had given him away. That, and the smell of him, which took you back to the moment you'd first smelled that damn amortentia potion. . .

You tried to shake off the thought as you properly got out of bed and changed into some casual clothes. The next Order meeting wasn't until tomorrow afternoon, so you had the day mostly to yourself, but you knew the next time you were all in a room together you would have to address some things privately if you had any hope of working together efficiently. You gently padded down the wooden stairs, the door to Sirius' room still closed. He never was an early riser.

As you reached the kitchen you began to put a pot of coffee on when you heard someone approach the room, stalling in the kitchen entrance. You turned around to see Harry in the doorway.

“Morning,” you grinned, turning back to the counter and using your wand to bring some water to a boil, “Coffee? Tea?”

“Oh,” Harry said, a bit embarrassed you'd caught him in mid-thought, “no, I'm okay.”

“What's on your mind?” you asked.

“Um, I was wondering if you could tell me, I mean, if you have the time. . .” he trailed off, reaching for his back pocket, “well, the thing is, a few years ago I found—”

“Kreacher heard sounds coming from the kitchen and did not expect (Y/n)'s return,” Harry jumped at the house elf's sudden arrival, but you seemed unphased.

“Though master's half mudblood godson remains here,” the elf muttered to himself, “How many more days must it be?”

“Hello, Kreacher,” you greeted him, “nothing nasty about Harry, now, alright? Don't forget he's my godson too.”

“Of course,” Kreacher said, thickly sarcastic but with respect for you in his tone nonetheless. His permanent frown seemed to deepen, however, when he saw you next to the coffee maker. “(Y/n) of house (L/n) should not have to be using the kitchen. Mistress Black would have wept to see a pureblood use muggle equipment. If (Y/n) requires refreshment Kreacher will have it ready.”

“There's no need for that,” you said, “Besides, it's done already, see? You can go on now.”

Kreacher squinted at the cup you poured for yourself. “Always peculiar,” he grumbled, stalking away at your request and muttering to himself all the while.

“He's oddly. . . nice to you,” Harry said, green eyes quizzical behind his round-framed glasses.

“He is,” you chuckled.

“But, well, you're—”

“A blood traitor?” you gave him an easy smile when you saw his expression, easing his fears that he'd actually offended you. “I know,” you said, “he's been through a lot, it's complicated. Trust me, he wasn't always like this to me. It takes time. And it doesn't hurt to be nice to him either.”

Harry decided against bringing up that the nicest person that he knew to the house elf was Hermione, who Kreacher regularly called a 'mudblood wench,' but decided to focus on the 'taking time' part of your statement, wondering just how long this kind of progress took with the spiteful elf. Besides, you seemed to have some sort of history with him.

“Anyways, what was it you were saying?” you asked Harry.

“Oh, right,” he said, reaching back around him, “um, my friends Fred and George, you've met them?”

“Molly and Arthur's twins, of course,” you smiled, “little imps, they are. Those two could give your father and Sirius a run for their money.”

“Right!” Harry said, “well, that's sort of the point. They're the ones who gave me this.”

As you turned around to face him you stalled mid-stir, nearly dropping your mug as you did. Even as a piece of blank parchment you knew what it was, the distinctive accordion folds that met in the center giving it away.

“How in the world. . .” you trailed off as Harry handed it to you, “but Filch—”

“Didn't do a very good job of hiding it, apparently,” Harry finished, “I thought you might want to do the honors?”

You nodded wordlessly, a pang of unexpected emotion hitting you as you pressed your wand to the map's center.

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

The faded, brown ink showed itself as its protection charm was washed away, revealing the nostalgia-inducing inscription scrawled in your respective handwritings:

Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, Prongs, and Fangs are proud to present: The Marauders Map

“Do Remus and Sirius know you have this?” you asked Harry, who nodded.

“Professor Lupin gave it back to me third year before he left Hogwarts,” he said, “but he never told me anything about it after that.” he seemed deep in thought for a moment before looking up at you. “If everyone else is who I think it is, you're Fangs, right?”

It was your turn to nod now.

“I always wondered, how did you do it?” Harry said, hardly containing his curiosity, and you couldn't help but think how much he looked like James in that moment. “How does it work? What sort of magic did you use? All the secret passageways, how did you find them?”

“Alright, slow down,” you laughed lightly, giving in, “I suppose there's no harm in telling you.”

Harry brightened at that, bounding into the living room and taking a seat on the couch as if to say 'we've got all day,' which you did. It warmed your heart to see him so excited, this was one of the only ways he could get to know his parents— through the stories that remained from the people who loved them. If you could help the picture of his family in his mind become a bit clearer, you would tell him any story he wanted to know. He deserved that much after everything he'd been through.

You took a seat opposite him, still nursing your cup of coffee.

“Well,” you said, “it's a long story, starting with how bad those lot were at keeping secrets. . .”

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“Run!” James half shouted half laughed as Filch hobbled after the four of them. Sirius nearly bit his tongue trying to keep in his laughter as the Caretaker slung insults and promises of punishment their way, cat ears and a tail freshly sprouted from his body.

“I can't believe we actually did that,” Sirius cackled, keeping easy pace with James.

“I can't believe you dragged me into this,” Remus panted, his current body not lending itself well to physical activity. For once he actually wished he was a werewolf right about now.

“I don't know if I can keep up,” Peter wheezed, falling behind.

“Oh come on,” James said, grabbing his sleeve and helping him run, “we can out run a gummy-legged old prat like him.”

“I don't know, he's faster than he looks,” Remus pointed out as Filch rounded the corner behind them.

“Damn,” James cursed under his breath, “we'll lose him if we can make it to the one-eyed-witch passageway.”

“We'll never activate it in time,” Remus countered.

“The hallway behind the third floor tapestry?” Peter suggested.

“No, Filch knows about that one now,” Sirius said.

“Why the hell didn't you bring your cloak?” Remus huffed.

“Well getting caught wasn't supposed to be part of the plan, but someone had to let out a laugh before we could get out!”

“Just save your air and sprint!” Sirius hissed.

The extended run time was starting to catch up to all of them now, and when they'd made a wrong turn to a blocked off corridor they thought they were done for.

“Hey, morons, over here!”

Four heads snapped towards the sound of your whisper, but you were nowhere to be found. Suddenly, one of the light pillars began to shift, revealing a large crack in the wall just big enough for them to fit sideways.

No questions were asked with no time to waste, and the four boys clamored after one another so they could fit inside. Your magic moved the pillar back in place just in time, and you watched from your hiding spot as Filch reached the walled-off passage in surprise, grumbling as he looked around for the culprits behind you. You had to stifle a snicker as his cat ears lowered; was that growling coming from the back of this throat or did you imagine that? Eventually he stumbled off in frustration and you sighed.

“Alright, the coast is clear,” you said.

“Why did you help us?” James rose a brow, that signature shit-eating grin back on his face like it never left, “you haven't fallen in love with me since our truce, have you?”

“Dream on, Potter,” you rolled your eyes, pushing him out of the crevice and smirking as he tumbled to the floor.

“It seems like I'm always saving you nowadays,” you said, stepping out of the wall yourself with the rest of the boys following.

Remus was thoroughly confused, looking pointedly between you and Sirius. He knew you and James were pretty much friends now, but he also noticed that the hostile air that always seemed to be present with you and the elder Black had diminished. He'd even seen you two talking in the halls lately. Sirius gave him a look; he would explain what happened in the forest with Lucius to Remus later. Mostly he didn't want to admit that Remus was right about you not being so bad if he gave you a chance; you had actually been getting on pretty well since that night.

“You do realize it's no fun winning the house cup when you four practically make Gryffindor ineligible every year with all the shit you get up to, right?” you chuckled, “some competition would be nice for a change.”

“We'll see if you're singing the same tune when Quidditch season rolls around,” James said smugly.

“You're right,” you said, squaring up against him, “guess that's a new competition we've got going for us.”

It had recently been announced that you and James had both been selected to play Seeker for your respective houses next year. It was an arrangement that had the whole school talking, your rivalry turned (mostly) friendship now infamous, even if it was a recent occurrence.

“Hold on, how did you know that was there?” Peter asked you, pointing to the moving column, “even we didn't know about it.”

“Oh?” you crossed your arms, “and are you four supposedly some kind of all-knowing secret masters? Because clearly there's things you don't know about yet.”

Sirius slapped a hand over Peter's mouth before he could retaliate and give away what they've been working on.

“Yes, well, apparently,” he said, ignoring Peter's muffled protests.

You looked at them curiously, all four boys looking suspiciously nervous.

The next day at breakfast, James had brought up the idea of 'hiring' you to help them finish the map.

“I'm telling you, I think we can really make progress with their help,” he pitched, “they clearly know what they're talking about, and we know they can pull a hell of a prank from all the times they've gotten me.”

“How do we know they won't tell anyone?” Peter countered, “I don't know what's up with you, but you're trusting them too fast, James.”

“They're not the type that would tell,” Remus admitted.

“Oh, not you too!” Peter whined.

“I'm just saying, they'll likely appreciate what we've gathered so far and have a fair bit to add,” Lupin insisted, “it could be worth a try if you really want to finish it before we graduate—”

“Finish what?”

The four boys jolted upright, turning to see you and Lily.

“Are you guys okay?” Lily asked, concern written across her features.

“Of course!”

“Never better!”

“Why wouldn't we be?”

Remus just groaned at his friends' panicked answers. This was hopeless.

You and Lily shared a knowing look off the the side.

“Alright, whatever you say. . .”

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Harry laughed heartily,

“Wow, I mean, I know you said they were bad, but that bad?”

“For being expert pranksters who hardly ever managed to get caught, they were remarkably terrible at hiding things,” you said, chuckling along with him, “It didn't take us long to figure out they were up to something, although they seemed to think they were brilliant at covering it up, Remus had to burst their bubble eventually.”

Harry shook his head, smiling fondly and imagining all the scenes in his head as you continued your tale.

“So that was when they were first starting to put the map together,” you continued, “but that wasn't even the biggest secret they were hiding. Of course, I wouldn't find out about that for another year, but we'll get to that part of the story later. . .”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1975 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“This tastes awful,” Sirius complained, trying to ignore the plant prodding the under-side of his tongue.

“Well if you were expecting treacle toffee I'm sorry to disappoint,” James rolled his eyes, equally nauseated by the bitter tinge of the Mandrake leaf in his mouth.

“There's no way someone can do this for an entire month,” Peter said, “How do you brush your teeth? What if you accidentally swallow it when you're eating?”

“You three have fun with that,” Remus chuckled, flipping through an old library book and his mouth gratefully leafless.

“How about some gratitude, Moony?” James said, “We're doing this for you.”

“Please, you just want to see if you can turn into a dragon or something,” Lupin chortled, “and you don't actually have to go through with all this. Who knows if this animagus stuff will actually work.”

“Well, a dragon would suit me,” James mused, “but of course we're going to see this through, mate. You know we'd do anything for you.”

Remus smiled to himself, not responding and not needing to. He knew.

“Hey guys,” you grinned, walking up to the Gryffindor table.

Peter gulped suddenly in surprise as you came up behind him, and his eyes widened in horror.

“Shit!” he coughed out, “I-I swallowed it!”

“Your. . . food?” you questioned, glancing over at the boys who all had that same, vaguely panicked look about them.

“Okay, it was funny at first, but you guys have been acting weird since last year and now it's worrying,” you admitted.

The four looked between themselves and came to a sort of silent conclusion. Maybe in this scenario it was better to tell one secret to keep the other. And so, later that night, they told you to meet them after lights out so they could tell you what was really going on. You snuck out of your dorm room and made your way through the secret tunnel to the Gryffindor common room, a route you'd taken plenty of times to mess with James.

You pushed a loose panel of wood open, coming into the warmly lit space through one of the cabinets. You pushed an armchair that was half blocking your path out of the way as you crawled through the space.

“Blimey!” Sirius jumped, “give us a heads up, would you?”

“Sush,” Remus scolded him, “you really don't understand the concept of an inside voice, do you?”

“Alright, well I'm here,” you said, brushing off your robes, “now what's this big secret? This better not be a trick because I've been working on a new hex.”

“Nothing like that,” James assured you, “we've been working on something we think you might be interested in, if you're willing to contribute.”

He stepped to the side so you could see the floor where they'd been huddled around and your eyes widened.

“Merlin,” you said. The red and gold carpet was covered in at least forty different pieces of parchment. Pages upon pages overlapped with each other, each messily detailing a different part and level of the castle in scribbles of smudged ink. “This is. . .”

“The entirety of the Hogwarts castle and surrounding land,” Sirius said proudly, “complete with secret passageways.”

“This is our lives' work, (Y/n),” James said, “be impressed!”

“What impresses me most is how none of you have any sense of scale,” you said, sifting through the papers, “you should really condense this. Kind of hard to make any use of a map if you have to flip to page thirty-three to find the kitchens.”

“Point taken,” Remus said, “it could do with some reorganization.”

“And probably a bigger piece of paper,” you mentioned.

“Right, that. . .”

“That's not all there is to it, though,” Peter said, “Sirius?”

The curly haired boy stepped forward, pressing his wand to the center of the floor.

“Revelare Popularis,”

You watched in wonder as hundreds of names suddenly appeared across the pieces of paper, all students and faculty you recognized. They were scrawled in Sirius' handwriting, as if he'd written them himself.

“This spell shows where everyone in any location on this map is at this very moment,” he said, “It's not exact, and we've been working on variations.”

“So you can plan ahead without getting caught,” you mused, “how'd you learn something as advanced as this, Black?”

“I get around,” Sirius shrugged, unabashedly showing off. Peter rolled his eyes.

“So, the only drawback, of course, is that the spell doesn't work in real time,” Remus said, “so by the time you get where you need to go. . .”

“People will have moved,” James finished, “we're willing to share this little trove of knowledge with you if you're willing to give up all the secret rooms, passages, and hiding places you know.”

“And we thought you may have a solution to our timing problem,” Remus said, “I could tell from our study sessions you quite enjoy learning ahead of your year.”

Your eyes scanned the pages, and you were admittedly impressed. There was ton of stuff on here you had no idea about, but you knew a fair amount was missing as well. It seemed like a fair trade.

“I'm in,” you said.

“What?” Peter blinked, “it was that easy?”

“This is a useful tool you've got,” you said, “I think we can all benefit from it being improved. And now that you mention it, I actually do think I've read about a similar spell to that paper charm. It was in some Gaelic tome in the restricted section on ancient magic. I'm not even sure it used a wand. It was called the Homunculus charm. From what I read it sounded like it acted as a live feed for people in any given location, clan leaders used it to plan ambushes and keep track of citizens. If we could link it to the entire castle. . .”

“We'd be able to see where everyone is—”

“And what they're doing—”

“—At every hour of every day!”

“True, albeit a bit stalkerish,” you quipped, “you let me in on this if I add in what I know, and you got yourself a deal.”

James put out his hand, and as tempted as you were to turn it green or make all the bones in it disappear, you reached out and shook it.

“I do believe this puts us in a formal alliance, Potter,” you said cheekily.

“I believe so,” James smirked.

“Terrifying,” Remus chuckled, “This school won't even know what hit it.”

“Well, what are we waiting for?” James said with a cheshire grin, “let's steal ourselves a book, shall we?”

Read chapter 6 here!

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immaturityofthomasastruc · 3 years

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IOTA Reviews: Crocoduel

When you stop and think about it, this episode is really just the world's most intense custody battle.

Let's get into the thirteenth (chronologically the twelfth) episode of Miraculous Ladybug's fourth season: Crocoduel

We start off with the band Kitty Section (composed of Luka, his timid sister Juleka, her “best friend” Rose, and Ivan) performing a concert for the super amazing Zoe and all the peons beneath her greatness (Alya, Alix, Nino, and Mylene). Luka notes its been a while since Marinette came to the Liberty. Because I guess even the show wants to forget the events of “Sole Crusher”.

Luka is still upset that Marinette hasn't wanted to be around him since their breakup, so after he walks away, the others scheme to force them to spend time together.

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Yep, even though they promised to back off in “Gang of Secrets”, Marinette's friends are once again trying to meddle in Marinette's personal life as well as Luka's this time. Because it's not like they can understand how hard it is for two exes to remain friends after a breakup and give them their space, right? They plan to invite Marinette to Luka and Juleka's birthday party while reminding the audience that they're twins.

YES. THEY HAVE ALWAYS BEEN TWINS. ASTRUC HAS NEVER SAID OTHERWISE OR CONTRADICTED THIS STATEMENT IN THE PAST.

LUKA WAS NEVER TWO YEARS OLDER THAN JULEKA, JUST LIKE THERE WAS NEVER A WAR IN BA SING SE.

In all seriousness, I do feel like I was a little hard on Astruc for this. Compared to other things he's made canon on Twitter, this is fairly minor, and we only knew Luka was the older brother at first through a tweet. And considering the other retcon we'll see in the very next scene, this isn't as big of a deal as I made it initially.

Alya invites Marinette to the party, but she easily deduces that it's a trap. Alya then tries to convince Marinette to talk to Luka.

Uh... since when? When did Marinette lose all romantic feelings for Luka? The whole point of the breakup in “Truth” was to show that she couldn't pursue a romantic relationship with Luka because of her duties as Ladybug. She never showed any signs of not loving him, which made the breakup all the more tragic. Yeah, “Mr. Pigeon 72” was an excuse for her to go back to loving Adrien because the writers don't know how to write anything else, but it didn't mean she stopped loving Luka. You know, it's almost like the writers want to make sure the audience knows Lukanette will never happen and the sacred Love Square is the only way Marinette will ever feel love for someone else.

Alya still forces Marinette to go, making her ask Juleka if Luka won't be there. Some people have gone down on Marinette for this, but she does later acknowledge how wrong this was to ask, and apologizes to Juleka for trying to force her to do something she didn't want to do. If only Marinette's friends learned the same lesson.

Juleka goes to tell Luka about the party, but hesitates to tell Luka he can't go there. While he knows Juleka is hiding something, Luka is distracted by the sudden arrival of his father who he loves despite abandoning him for his entire life, Jagged Stone. However, Luka and Juleka's mother, the anarchy-loving Anarka isn't happy that much like his sperm when the condom broke, Jagged came in without her permission.

At the day of the party, Marinette panics as soon as she sees Luka, who in turn realizes she didn't want to see him. Rather than comfort Juleka who just ran away crying, the others comfort Luka, preventing him from being akumatized by Shadowmoth, though he still keeps his Akuma around just to be safe. Marinette apologizes to Juleka before Shadowmoth can akumatize her too (even though she got a Magical Charm in “Guiltrip” so it wouldn't work either way). Then Shadowmoth tries to akumatize one of the guests as they find out Jagged (who just arrived) is Luka's father, but since they're dumb teenagers who don't know Jagged was winning awards and being celebrated as a rock icon while Anarka was working two jobs and struggling to make enough money for rent, they think it's awesome. Very confusing day for Shadowmoth, isn't it?

Marinette also finds out Jagged is Juleka's father and finds out Juleka worries Jagged loves Luka more since they share more interests, which she thinks is true when Jagged gives Luka a guitar case and instructs her to not tell his sister. Marinette tries to call out Jagged for neglecting Juleka over Luka even though Jagged was more of a father to his pet crocodile than either of his biological children, but it's obviously a gift for Juleka, the first bass guitar Jagged ever owned, which calms her down. Funny how nobody acknowledges how Jagged practically abandoned his family, isn't it? Sure, it looks like he's trying to make up for it, but he just acts like he's always been Luka and Juleka's dad and they don't have any problems with their father literally never being in their lives until now.

Jagged's gift to Luka is a record of the first record he made in his band with Anarka before they broke up, Crododuel, but Anarka is naturally pissed he wants to give that to Luka. Jagged and Anarka argue over which one was the Yoko Ono in their relationship while they both grab the record, which Shadowmoth uses to akumatize the two as it breaks, turning them back into Guitar Villain and Captain Hardrock respectively, Shadowmoth labeling them as Crocoduel.

Unlike the other team Akumas like the Punishers or the Gang of Secrets, Guitar Villain and Captain Hardrock care more about fighting each other than working together, and they see getting Ladybug and Cat Noir's Miraculous as a competition to help prove who was right in their argument. It's a pretty interesting gimmick, though I don't get how Shadowmoth thinks this will help him and not ignore Ladybug and Cat Noir while they fight.

Alya provides a distraction to help Marinette transform, and after we get Adrien's single scene to remind the audience he's still a main character, he transforms into Cat Noir. The two heroes give chase, but then Guitar Villain and Captain Hardrock decide to take their fight to above the clouds.

Yeah, it's not like you have a form that specifically allows you two to fly, right?

All they had to say was that Marinette was still making more potions for that form, and it would have been better than ignoring the fact that they can fly.

Much like the hotel room during the night Luka and Juleka were conceived, the crossfire from Guitar Villain and Captain Hardrock's fight starts to damage the area around them. Ladybug and Cat Noir get Luka and Juleka to safety, and Luka tells them about what's happening, while Ladybug spouts the lesson about people needing to talk even though they don't love each other anymore, reflecting the situation the writers retconned her into learning.

Ladybug summons her Lucky Charm, a roll of scotch tape, and comes up with an idea that involves Juleka. She takes her away into an alleyway and gives her the Tiger Miraculous. The tiger Kwami, Roarr, demands Juleka show some courage, so Juleka yells in her face. Unfortunately, as much as I want to show this scene, the subs I got don't really match up, so I can't really give some screenshots of it. So I guess you can watch this scene from Full Metal Jacket instead to get the gist of things.

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So Juleka takes the Tiger Miraculous and transforms into Purple Tigress.

I think the suit has a pretty good design. I like the striped pattern with the gold highlights around the black stripes, and think the color scheme is visually pleasing, especially the hair. I wouldn't call it one of my favorite hero suits, but I still like the way it looks.

Cat Noir launches Ladybug and Purple Tigress into the air where they split up to steal both halves of the record, but when they break them, no Akuma comes out. It turns out that since the record was broken while Jagged and Anarka were akumatized, they need to put it together again before breaking it in order to free the Akuma.

Purple Tigresse goes to distract Guitar Villain and Captain Hardrock with her power, Collision, which she uses to KNOCK CAPTAIN HARDROCK'S SHIP ABOVE THE CLOUDS, TAKING GUITAR VILLAIN WITH HER.

Why the hell did it take four seasons to break this Miraculous out if it gives the user the ability to go Super Saiyan on the enemy? I think Cat Noir's expression after seeing the power in action says it all.

Cat Noir Cataclysms the record (because a record is just so hard to break without using the power of destruction, isn't it?), Ladybug de-evilizes the Akuma, uses Miraculous Ladybug to fix everything, Jagged and Anarka somehow weren't killed by their own daughter, the three heroes pound it, and Ladybug gives two Magical Charms to Jagged and Anarka.

Back at the Liberty, Juleka tells the two to forget what caused them to break up and just apologize while they ignore the past, proving the writers really don't get how hard it is to move on from tough events in life. And despite building it up for the entire episode, Marinette and Luka talk in the final thirty seconds of the episode and just agree to be friends, meaning once again, Luka was sidelined in what should have been a focus episode for him.

Aside from the way Jagged and Anarka's relationship was portrayed coupled with the retcons surrounding Luka, this episode was alright in my opinion. Guitar Villain and Captain Hardrock are some of my favorite Akumas, so I thought it was nice to see them again, even if we didn't get to see their powers at full potential. I also thought this was a really good episode for Juleka, as I felt like the hero debut really helped her grow as a person and didn't just feel like she was given a Miraculous because the plot said so. She wanted to help her parents, and using the Tiger gave her the courage to symbolically speak out while potentially launching them into the stratosphere.

But the biggest problem to me has to be the way Jagged is portrayed in the episode. Just like with “Truth”, the idea of Jagged being a terrible parent is just swept under the rug and everyone just accepts the fact that Jagged is Luka and Juleka's dad very well. Despite the idea leading to some interesting drama in a show that's no stranger to family drama, they don't really do much with the whole “Jagged abandoning Anarka” thing. Aside from a brief interaction between Luka and Jagged while the former was akumatized into Truth, nobody is really angry at Jagged. Nobody really feels angry at Jagged for what he did, despite the drama being the main focus behind the episode that also had the Lukanette breakup. You would think this would at least lead to some tension between his family, but nothing really comes from it other than an argument that was pretty much played for laughs. But considering this show has a history of teaching kids to love their parents no matter how cruel they are to them, I'm not entirely surprised.

Overall, it's just a decent, albeit forgettable episode. If the writing with Jagged was different, it could have been a lot better in my opinion.

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auspiciousotter · 3 years

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M6 as Mythical Creatures--Lucio

In case you haven't read it: Prologue

Your new home was perfect. It was exactly the right size to house both a shop and living quarters, there was plenty of garden space to grow a few small herbs and other plants, with mild success, and everyone in town was so welcoming and friendly. Honestly there was little you had to complain about.

That being said, you did have one complaint, and that was the incessant flute music you heard at night. It wasn’t even good flute music, more like a dog who had picked up a set of pipes and ran with them, their panting causing bursts of cacophonous noise.

Whenever you asked any of the villagers about it, most said they hadn’t heard a thing, which made some amount of sense. Your house was the furthest from town, sitting just on the outskirts, and the noise was coming from deep within the forest. Only your closest neighbors would have a chance at hearing it, but they were both older folks whose hearing had started to fade over the years.

Whatever it was, it didn’t bother anyone except for you, so you tried not to make a fuss over it, but after one more excruciating week of being unable to get good sleep, you decided to enough was enough. The next night you packed your satchel full of snacks and a selection of useful potions, and headed out into the woods.

The forest was a different place at night, just as serene as in the day but with an edge of mystery too it. Creatures that stalked when the moon rose tended to hide in shadows, frightening most people from the woods past sunset. You were not deterred however.

Nothing could stop a witch on a war path after all.

Over knotted roots and boulders, you marched your way to the base of the mountain, and to where the “music” was playing the loudest. Pushing back the branches of a low hanging tree, you were surprised to see a small glade. There was a pile of stones, large and smooth, that lay in a crescent shape, and at their center sat the source of all your agony.

“Oh! A worshiper! I’ve only been waiting eons for one of you to come around.” The satyr said, leaning back against the rock he used as a throne. “Well, what are you waiting for? Come, lay your tribute at my feet-er-hooves, and sing your lofty praises.”

Shrugging you decided to comply, reaching into your satchel to grab one of the small cakes you’d brought as a snack. You laid it on a smaller rock in front of him and knelt on bended knee.

“Oh great….what is your name?”

“Ugh, you came to worship me and you don’t even know my name?” The satyr huffed. “It’s Lucio. Continue.”

“Oh great Lucio.” You bowed forward. “I have come bearing desserts and to tell you that your music is too loud, if you can even call it music. Please cease your playing or I will curse you for a thousand years.”

“Excuse me!”

“You heard me.” You cocked your hip. “You’re racket is keeping me awake all night, so quit it or I will curse you.”

“It’s not a racket! It’s music.”

“It’s really not.”

Lucio sniffed in feigned offense.

“Fine.” He agreed. “But only if you promise to come visit me. It’s been ages since my last follower and I’m lone—It’s a disgrace. I should have razed the town years ago for forgetting me.”

You shook his hand to seal the contract, grateful that he didn’t call your bluff because there was really little you could have done to curse a satyr. They were wily creatures, mischievous and, well, other things. It would be difficult getting your magic to stick to such a being, so really, sacrificing some time to befriend the local goat-man was the best possible outcome.

That is until you realized how often he wanted you to visit.

At first, you’d thought to come once a week, on a night where you’d either close the shop the next day, or take the morning off. It was a long trek to his domain, and he’d always want to hold your company until the sky began to fade into daylight.

This wasn’t enough for him though, and he would constantly threaten to call of your deal if you didn’t come more often. You would remind him that it wasn’t possible for you to take so much time off, and he’d pout but be placated.

Or so you thought.

One evening as you were wishing your last customers away, you heard a horrendous jingling coming from your back garden. You rushed out to see what the commotion was, only to find Lucio half-splayed on the ground, wrapped up in your wind chimes.

“You!” He shouted. “Free me this instance! These infernal things are trapping me!”

“I’m not sure I should. I put them up to ward evil and so far they seem to be doing their job.”

“Here I was coming down to visit you, out of the kindness of my heart, since you said you can’t visit me all the time, and this is the thanks I get?”

You rolled your eyes and rescued him from the big bad chimes with their tinkling noises. Lucio still huffed at the insolence, but gave quiet thanks as you walked him into your house to serve him some bread and wine.

This became a nightly occurrence, much to your chagrin. Lucio was…a bother to say the least. He was loud and annoying, always getting into your things when you aren’t looking. It didn’t matter how many times you told him it was dangerous, he couldn’t help his own curiosity. You found yourself praying his interest in you would wane, but there was little hope.

Annoyance turned to acceptance, and before you knew it, Lucio had wormed his way into you’re your everyday routine. His curiosity also ended up becoming more help than hindrance, once you realized his fascination with magic could be a great entry point into teaching him. Was he the best apprentice? Absolutely not. His impatience might one day be the death of you two, literally, but he had ambition and determination.

He also had fewer “oopsies” since actually learning what in your shop was safe to poke around in and what would kill him instantly.

The village seemed to enjoy his presence in your shop as well, prompting him to all but move in with you and take over the front of the store while you focused on seeing patients and producing more stock. You’d been wary about giving him so much responsibility, but he surprised you with his competence, and his charm also brought in a bit more coin so, which helped cover the cost of all his accidents and little pranks.

(You were seriously getting tired of paying for damages to other people’s properties because Lucio had no spatial awareness or concept of boundaries).

Today, though, you did something stupid. You left the shop completely in his care. It was foolish, you knew, but one of the townspeople had come down with a specific illness, and the potion to cure it required a certain type of flower that only grew in the mountains. It was an all-day trek, so either you closed the shop completely or you put your faith in Lucio to the test.

The whole journey you couldn’t stop the anxiety buzzing beneath your skin. Your mind kept wandering to worries of what was happening back home, and on several occasions you found yourself nearly marching off course in the distraction.

This distraction proved to be your literal downfall as you failed to notice a snake slither out in front of you until you stepped on it. Luckily it chose to flee rather than attack you, but the fright had you tripping up and slipping of the edge of the mountain you were walking on. You only fell a slight ways, landing on a jut in the cliff side, but you’d managed to sprain your ankle on the descent.

You were stuck. The cliff was far too steep for you to slide down safely, and with your injury you would have no way of climbing up. The only plus was the flower you’d been looking for was growing out of a crevice near you, but it was pointless if you couldn’t get it back home to make a potion.

Night fell, and you were running out of ideas on how to save yourself when you heard a familiar voice call out your name, followed by a clomping. Looking down, you saw Lucio scaling the mountain face as if walking on air.

“There you are! You should have been home hours ago!” He huffed. “Wait—are you hurt?!”

Before you could even respond, he scooped you up and began his descent, carrying down like it was no huge feat. In that moment you remembered why you didn’t trust satyrs. They were wily creatures who could do things like scale vertical heights.

“You aren’t allowed to get hurt.” He chastised. “My followers are supposed to take care of me, not the other—“

You don’t know what came over you, maybe it was exhaustion, maybe it was the relief of being rescued, but you felt compelled to kiss him. You heart raced as you pulled back, realizing what you’d done. Lucio looked more excited than shocked, and you could almost see his little tail wag.

“Does this mean I can kiss you all the time now?” He asked.

“Not all the time. We still have jobs to do.”

“Pssh, I’ll find a way to do both. I’m awesome like that after all.”

You sighed. Life was just about to get more complicated for you, you knew it, but somehow you were okay with that. Looking up at Lucio’s smiling face, you were ready to trade a peaceful life for one with him in it.

#fun fact this one is exactly 1666 words long #the arcana #the arcana game #arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana lucio #count lucio #lucio the arcana #lucio morgasson

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Love Notes

Summary: People usually mistake Slytherins as the mean and nasty ones. Nobody told you that you would be stuck with the loud and obnoxious boy from Gryffindor. One day during your fifth year, you started receiving anonymous notes in your books, pockets, table, etc. The question is, who gave them to you?

Theme: Hogwarts au, enemies to lovers

Genre: fluff, angst [not really]

Warnings: none

WC: 4.9k

Pairing: Gryffindor!Haknyeon x Slytherin!FemReader

a/n: Hi again :) I've been binge watching Harry Potter movies for the past few days and I love it so much. So here's a little Hogwarts fic with Hakkie! Do send me requests if you have any! I'm open to writing them :)

Going to Hogwarts was probably the best thing to happen to you. And getting yourself sorted into Slytherin house was also the best thing to ever happen to you. Except, nobody told you that you would have a horrendous time being in the same classes as the loud and obnoxious boy from Gryffindor.

His name?

Was Ju Haknyeon.

“Did you lose your way to class again today?” Haknyeon teased when you arrived at your seat that just so happens to be right in front of him. You were in your fifth year and yet he has never once gone a day without getting on a single nerve on your body.

“Did you lose your pacifier on your way here cause you can’t seem to keep your mouth shut.” You scowled at him only to earn a soft chuckle from him.

“Look who’s talking now…” Haknyeon smirks, earning a kick to his desk from you. Your seat partner and also one of your close friends, Wooyoung couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the said boy.

Professor Snape finally dismissed the class as everyone quickly scrambled out of the room. You were walking with Wooyoung and Yeosang as the former began rambling about his terrible date yesterday when you suddenly felt an arm over your shoulder. The last person you hoped for it to be, ends up proving you wrong the minute he spoke.

“Hey hey, have you practiced for the Quidditch game this season? Wouldn’t wanna lose your Quidditch title to other houses.” Haknyeon whispered into your ear, making you push his face away.

“Do you ever shut up?” You said as he smirked, casually pursing his lips into a kissy face.

You rolled your eyes at him, elbowing his stomach to make him leave your side. Haknyeon left your side for a brief moment before coming back to you to stop in front of you while leaning down a little to match your height. Once he was right in front of you, he smirked cheekily at you.

“I won’t shut up when I’m with you, darling.” He whispered.

You cupped his face with both hands, only to lean in to let your lips hover over his as you whispered under your breath, “Don’t make me do it for you, sweetheart.” The moment you pulled away from him and began to walk away, Haknyeon could’ve sworn he felt his heart skip a few beats.

“Now, class, please open to page 367.” Professor McGonagall announced as you heard the sounds of pages being turned. You did the same, flipping the pages a few at a time until a slip of note drops out from your book. It was a pretty blue colour that has been folded into the shape of a flower.

“Did you put this in my book?” You asked Wooyoung who was seated beside you, only for him to shake his head. Just then, a voice came from behind you.

“Oh look, the Slytherin’s princess got herself a love note.” Haknyeon said. It annoyed you to the point where you had to cast a spell on him from under your desk to shut him up for 2 hours. A few weeks have gone by and you have been getting anonymous notes slipped into your textbooks, locker, and sometimes even in your coat pockets.

However, all the notes always end up in your bag, never touched or read before.

It was a Thursday afternoon and you were just walking into your Transfiguration class when a female student from Hufflepuff came up to you giddily excited as she informed you what she saw.

“Omg Y/N! Someone gave you a rose and a letter! It’s on your desk!” She squeaked, allowing a couple of eyes to land on you, who was standing at the back of the class with Wooyoung and Yeosang. With that being said, you glanced over to your desk to find that she was right.

However, you noticed that Haknyeon’s table was empty. Maybe he finally got sick and couldn’t come to class today.

“The Slytherin’s princess got a gift today huh? That’s new.”

Maybe not.

Haknyeon said casually as he strolls past you with his hands tucked into his pant’s pockets while he makes his way over to his desk. You rolled your eyes at the back of his head before walking up to your desk and soon took the rose and note only to stuff it in your bag.

“Why don’t you read it outloud for all of us to hear, darling? I’m sure your admirer would love to see the way your eyes turn into heart shapes for them.” Haknyeon smirked.

You couldn’t lie, Haknyeon has in fact gotten slightly more manlier in built and also a bit more nicer looking in terms of his face features.

Which is why you’d be damned if you admitted out loud that your heart did a little flip when he smirked at you.

“The last person I’d wanna read it aloud to is you so no, that won’t happen.” You grumbled before sitting down at your desk. Wooyoung couldn’t help but chuckle as he told you about Haknyeon's offended face he made after you said that.

A few hours later, everyone was making their way back to their common rooms after dinner. You were just walking towards the Slytherin’s common room when Felix spoke up to you, “Hey, is it true you’ve been getting love notes from someone in class?”

“I don’t know what they are, I’ve never opened them.” You confessed, earning a few gasps from your friends.

“Aren’t you even a slight bit curious?” Minho asked.

“Look, I doubt it’s even real. It might just be a prank from someone. I don’t know…” You said almost confidently.

“Oh come on, just open one and see what it says. It doesn’t hurt to read one.” Wooyoung encouraged you as you rolled your eyes at him. It was already after hours. Everyone was asleep except you. So you quietly tip-toed your way to the living area, only to sit near the green fireplace with your bag filled with the notes you kept for the past 5 weeks. You took one of the notes out and soon unfolded it one after another.

“You look pretty today.”

“Your eyes sparkle like the green flames of your house.”

“You make me forget why I’m in this class.”

“Your smile could cure my sadness.”

“If only the clouds would make way for a sunshine like you”

“Don’t lose that smile, it’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen”

“Are you a love potion? Cause I feel like I’ve fallen in love with you”

You then happened to take out the note that was attached to the rose you got earlier in which it said;

“A pretty flower for a pretty girl like you.”

And the list goes on and on as you read them. However, one thing you noticed was the lack of initials, leaving these notes anonymous.

“Who are you?”

This question swirls in your head as you keep these notes in a little treasure chest your mom gave you for your 15th birthday.

You were on your way to the Quidditch field to play for the Quidditch Tournament with your team members. Upon making it to the courtyard, you just so happen to bump into Haknyeon. You noticed the Red and Gold striped sweater, along with his pants and a cloak in contrast to your full Quidditch attire together with the arms and leg gears.

“Hey guys, mind if I steal ‘yours truly’ for a moment? I promise I’ll bring her back to you guys in one whole.” Haknyeon smiles innocently to your friends, earning a few snickers from them but they nonetheless left you alone with him.

Once they were out of sight, you turned to him with a frown.

“What do you want now, Ju? And make it quick. I have a game to win.” You snapped, earning a chuckle from him.

“Relax beasty, I won’t hold you back for long.”

“So what do you want?”

“You know this is a seasonal championship right?”

“And?”

“And this year’s winner will be titled the Season’s Champion, yes?”

“O...kay?” You raised an eyebrow at him in question, not sure where this conversation was heading to.

“So let’s make a bet.”

You started to laugh as you clutched your stomach, afraid of growing six packs while you did that. Unfortunately, you didn’t get the same response from him which made you confused and eventually stopped.

“A bet? You wanna make a bet? Sure. You’ll only be crying at the end of it cause Slytherin’s gonna take the prize home.”

“Hmm, I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you. So let’s make a bet.” Haknyeon urges you again, to which you couldn’t help but agree just so you could prove him wrong.

“Fine. If Slytherin wins, you’re gonna leave me alone for the rest of the year.” You said.

“And if Gryffindor wins, you have to go on 3 dates with me.” He announced. You weren’t gonna lie, you were a little shocked by his proposal but you didn’t want to back out now so you shook hands on it.

“Deal.”

“Choi Jongho has gotten the snitch! Gryffindor wins!” Lee Jordan, the commentator from Gryffindor announced as you slammed your fist onto your broomstick. You’ve lost a few times before throughout your 5 years in Hogwarts but today was a little different as you had your bet with Haknyeon hanging by a thread.

You were floating about 10 feet away from Gryffindor’s stand, your gaze naturally fleeting to the left only to lock eyes with the blonde haired devil from Gryffindor who had a smirk on his face before he mouthed something so clear to you.

“I win.”

You couldn’t even respond to him so you simply flew down and back into your pitch tent along with the rest of your teammates. After you were done with post-game preps, you all began to make your way back to your common rooms.

It wasn’t until you were at the grand staircase that you bumped into Haknyeon and his friends. He gave you a cheeky little wink before snapping his fingers and soon, you felt a slip of paper magically appear in your hands.

You kept it in your hands until you went back, only opening it when you were in your bed.

“Nice game. I hope you don’t forget about our bet. See you at Three Broomsticks Inn, this Saturday. 12pm. Don’t be late. Oh, and, wear prettily ;) - JHN”

You were definitely in for a treat.

The day finally came as you made an excuse to your friends saying you couldn’t go with them to Hogsmeade because you promised to help Ginny with her Muggle studies. The minute they left, you got upstairs to change out of your pyjamas and into some comfortable jeans, a sweater, a denim jacket and a pair of worn out sneakers.

You teleported to Hogsmeade using the Floo Powder your mom gave you just in case you needed to rush home due to an emergency.

You arrived at a dark alley in Hogsmeade, making sure your friends weren’t around before you left the safety of that alley. Carefully walking past some villagers, you found your way to the Inn without getting caught. With one gentle push of the wooden door, you were immediately greeted by the bustling customers.

You looked around the room to find for the devil who shall not be named and Lord Behold, he waves over to you from one of the tables across the room. You almost lost your footing when you saw what he wore.

It was almost as if he knew what you were going to wear. He was wearing black pants with a denim jacket. Simple yet so good looking.

You went over to him only to sit on his left where it was nearer to the edge of the semi circle couch.

“You’re late, you know?” Haknyeon laughs.

“Yeah but I’m here aren’t I?” You scoffed softly under your breath, earning a little giggle from him.

“On our first date too? You’re a terrible one.” He joked.

“Fine then. Go find someone who’s on time for your date, maybe they’ll actually arrive earlier than you.” Right before you could slide out of the seat, Haknyeon gently grabs your wrist to stop you.

“Relax, I’m just kidding… Come on, butterbeer on me. Deal?” He asked, shaking his wallet in between his fingers as though telling you he really meant it when he said he’ll pay for it.

Of course you couldn’t let this moment up, which is why you agreed to it. Unfortunately, right before he could slide out the opposite end of the table, your eyes flew over to the front doors where the bell chimed indicating a customer. That’s when you saw your friends walking in and you could’ve sworn they would see you in a matter of seconds if they just turned to the left slightly.

“Oh shit!” You cursed as you grabbed hold of Haknyeon’s collar only to drag him out of the table and soon towards the back. Haknyeon was a little taken aback by your sudden aggression as he began to ask you a series of questions.

You quickly pulled him behind one of the pillars, shoving him against the concrete wall as you peeked past the pillar.

“Okay, if you want to kill me, at least do it when we’re in private.” He teased you.

“Shut up. My friends are here. I lied to them saying I can’t join them.” You whispered, trying to see if your friends wouldn’t make it to the back. What you didn’t realize was the way Haknyeon was discreetly checking you out.

“You know, for a Slytherin, you’re not as sly as you think you are. What makes you think they can’t figure out it’s you from a dist-”

“Kiss me.”

You suddenly spoke as he stared at you with wide eyes. He almost couldn’t believe his ears when you said that.

“What?”

“I said kiss me!” You loudly whispered but your eyes were frantically flickering back and forth to something behind him.

However, right before you could yell at him, you felt him snaking his right arm around your waist while the other hand reached up to cup your cheek, pulling you into a soft and gentle kiss. You fluttered your eyelids close as he turned you so that his back would be facing the open area while your smaller form gets shielded from the public eye.

You could hear your friend’s voices getting closer and closer and eventually made their way past Haknyeon’s back. You could’ve sworn you heard some of them snicker and scoff at your unknown presence.

Once they are gone, Haknyeon pulls back from you with the softest sound as he caresses your cheek for a moment.

Suddenly your heart was picking up speed against your chest. You locked eyes with him for a second or two, feeling him tilt his head slightly to make his lips brush over yours again purposely before pulling away completely.

“I reckon we should leave?” He chuckled, making you nod.

“Yes please.”

With that being said, he let you leave the hiding spot first, making sure he used his body to block you from unwanted view.

A few hours passed where he took you to a few of his favourite shops in Hogsmeade, including some personal spots around town where he usually goes when he needs space to be by himself. You were now making your way back to the castle as you both managed to not quarrel for more than a minute of being with each other.

You must admit, it was nice getting to know Haknyeon better instead of fighting with him like usual.

It has been four days since your first date with Haknyeon and again, you still received the notes. This time, it said;

“You’re cute. Can I keep you?”

With that, you couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle.

“What? Did the person who gave you those letters finally revealed himself?” Wooyoung asked from beside you, only for you to show him the note.

“No, but isn’t it tiring to keep thinking of cheesy love notes to write almost everyday?” You whispered to him upon hearing Professor McGonagall enter the class.

“Well, I would say this person is totally head over heels for you to even write these from day 1.” Wooyoung speaks utter nonsense most of the time, but maybe he made some sense today.

You were on your second date with Haknyeon, as he promised to take you on a ride. What ride might I ask? Not just any ride. He was taking you on a ride on a Hippogriff.

“Are you sure we won’t get in trouble for this? I really don’t want to be expelled.” You warned him as he laughed at you.

“Aren’t you being a little too goody two shoes for a Slytherin?” Haknyeon teased, only to get a good slap to his arm from you.

“Say anything stupid again and I swear you’ll be the one swimming in the lake with the damn Lochness.” You threatened as he raised his arms in a surrender but there was a wide grin on his face. Something you’ve grown to adore these days.

With that, he soon hops on the magical creature easily, leaving you nervous. Haknyeon had his hand extended out for you to take but you were afraid.

“Y/N come on, we don’t have forever!” He said.

“What if I fall?” You panicked but you ended up unconsciously whining, making him giggle.

“I won’t let you fall. I promise. Now come on, darling.” Haknyeon jerks his hand to you again, only for you to stare at it for a bit before you finally take his hand into yours. He easily pulled you up and onto the animal’s back. You sat in front of him while you gently grabbed onto the creature’s neck, being careful that you don’t accidentally harm it.

“Okay Buckbeak, show us whatchu got.” Haknyeon said as he gave the creature a few pats to its belly and soon, the creature took off flying into the sky. You let out a scream, hugging the neck tightly while Haknyeon holds onto nothing.

He clearly had more experience than you in terms of flying on this creature’s back.

You had your eyes closed the entire time even when you felt the smooth glide across the air. Still being stubborn to open your eyes, you felt him tap your shoulders.

“Y/N come on! Open your eyes! You’re missing out on the view!” His voice sounded so excited behind you, it almost made you believe it wasn’t the same boy who has been a living nuisance to you all these while.

“No way! I’m just gonna panic even more if I see how high we are!” You yelled over the loud gush of wind that might be rendering your hearing.

“I promise we’ll be fine, just open your eyes! Trust me!” Haknyeon reassured you as you felt him gently slide his hands down your arms and onto your wrist to pull them away from the creature’s neck. You shook your head desperately, hoping he’d leave you alone. Unfortunately for you, he didn’t.

Instead, he thought it would be a good idea to scare you. Maybe that way you’ll finally open your eyes.

And you did.

Because the minute you heard him yell for help, you immediately opened your eyes and turned around only to find him seated firmly on Buckbeak’s back with his arms crossed over his chest.

“You bloody piece of shit!” You huffed in annoyance as you turned back around only for Buckbeak to playfully tilt his body up to make you fall back slightly. That’s when a string of curses left your lips while you desperately grabbed onto its neck.

“Don’t do that Buckbeak!” You scolded the animal, only to get a little sound from him. Just then, Haknyeon decides to challenge you.

“Wanna know what it feels to fly?”

“Uhh, no?”

“It’ll be fun. Here.” Haknyeon said as he slowly reached over to grab your wrists while his firm chest softly pressed against your back but for some reason, it made you feel some sort of safety.

“W-What are you doing?” You stuttered, only for him to smile and soon spoke into your ears leaving a soft tingling feel to your skin.

“Just trust me.”

With that being said, he gently spreads your arms out on either side of you, making them act like wings for you. As Buckbeak glided through the air, you imagined you were flying until you heard him whisper into your ear, “Close your eyes.”

You did as he said, only for it to enhance the imagination. A smile naturally appears on your lips as you completely didn’t see the way he was staring at you from beside you. Ignoring the way his hands found your waist and left it there for the rest of the ride.

It was your third and final date for the bet you made with him. For some odd reason, you didn’t want it to end but of course you couldn’t tell him that. So when you met him at the lake, you looked slightly down and he noticed. Haknyeon wouldn’t let this slide easily which is why he decided to tease you about it.

“What’s with the long face, darling? Already attached to me?”

You scoffed as you approached him by the swing only for you to take a seat at the wooden plank beside his seated figure on the grass patch.

“So what? This was just for the bet anyway.” You mumbled under your breath, not realizing that he heard you.

The next few minutes went by like how your previous dates went. Constant teasing, playful jokes and banter, friendly chats and even random fights that involve you throwing a handful of dead leaves at him while he scoops water from the lake and proceeds to toss it at you.

At the end of this short date, you had just arrived at the end of the wooden bridge when he wraps his fingers around your wrist to stop you from walking any further.

“I just remembered I promised my friends I’d meet them at the Three Broomsticks Inn in like 5 minutes so I have to leave you from here on.” He said.

“Right…” You said, your voice sounded a little sad.

“I guess the bet’s over. Thanks… for... well, going on the dates with me.” Haknyeon said, eyes flickering back and forth between your eyes and the wooden panels behind you.

“A bet’s a bet right? I’d be a wimp if I didn’t do it.” You smiled.

There was a beat of awkward silence as you got ready to leave when he said something that made your stomach flip.

“That’s it? No goodbye kiss? I thought this was a date?” Haknyeon pouted, keeping his gaze on you as stable as possible. You almost couldn’t believe your ears.

Did he just ask you for a kiss?

“I… Umm… Okay?” You stuttered in confusion, earning a soft little giggle from him.

However, the nerves soon disappear the minute he takes a step closer and soon wraps one hand around your waist while the other cups your face before he leans down to let his lips seal yours. You instantly fluttered your eyes shut, letting your hands rest on his chest.

The kiss felt so genuine, you almost forgot how you used to fight with this same boy 24/7. Haknyeon smiled against your lips as he pulled back for air shortly before kissing you again.

His lips were intoxicating, you almost forgot how to breathe. Haknyeon gives you a cheeky little lick to your bottom lip as he soon pulls away from you, leaving you breathless. You pressed your forehead softly against his as you kept your eyes shut, too embarrassed to look at him at this point.

His chuckle fills your ears as he cups your face with both hands and whispers against your lips.

“Go. Be safe. Avoid the common grounds, that’s where Filch always lurks around.” Soon after, he gave your lips another peck before you felt wind whooshing around you. Immediately, his touch left you and it almost made you crumble to the ground.

What did he do to you?

A few days later, you were just having lunch with everyone else at their respective house tables and your friends surrounded you when you saw a note slipping past from under your plate. A pretty baby blue one that is. You carefully unfolded it, only to see it read;

“I realized I was thinking of you, and I began to wonder how long you’ve been on my mind. Then it occurred to me: Since the day I met you, you’ve never left.”

For some reason, those words meant something to you.

It was as though you knew this person and have created some sort of a bond with them. And yet, you still don’t know who. However, you do now have a little suspicion on who it was and who these notes belonged to. So to test your theory, you looked up from your table, almost immediately catching the eyes of the same pair of brown ones you’ve grown accustomed to.

Haknyeon was already staring like he knew you were going to find him. What surprised you the most is the fact that he didn’t even flinch when you caught him.

You held eye contact for a second before you got cut off by Wooyoung putting a scoopful of mashed potatoes onto your plate. You gave the boy a little smack to his head, earning a choke from him. When you looked back over to Haknyeon, he was already talking to his friend with the back of his head facing you.

A few hours later, you were having your Potions class when a note popped out of nowhere from under your book. To avoid getting minus points from Snape, you quickly shoved the note into your cloak pocket and yet you still got called by the Head of Slytherin for not paying attention.

Therefore, having to serve detention.

You could only curse him in your head while you cleaned every single flask and cauldron pots till they were spick and span.

Once you were done, you left the room only to find Haknyeon leaning against the wall with one leg bent to rest his foot on the wall. He was busy playing with his Patronus charm when his eyes flicked up upon hearing the door open.

“Haknyeon? What are you doing here? Don’t we have Transfiguration right now?” You loudly whispered as you approached him only to drag him towards the end where you were hidden from Snape’s office door. Once you were hiding behind the pillar, you turned to peek past the wall with Haknyeon right in front of you.

The hallway was empty thanks to the classes going on currently but that doesn’t mean you were free from not being caught out of class.

“I told Professor McGonagall I’m having stomach aches so she excused me to go to the hospital wing.” Haknyeon explained, only for you to frown.

“And why were you waiting outside Snape’s office, might I ask?”

“To see you.”

“You couldn’t wait till I come to class?” You asked with a slight tease in your voice.

“Needed to see you right after detention, so that I could do this.”

With that being said, he easily captures you into a kiss. You sighed through your nose as you cupped his neck to pull him closer to you. Haknyeon wraps his arms around your waist, letting himself trap you against the wall and his body. You changed your head positions to be at a slightly more comfortable state, feeling him squeeze your sides.

Just then, he pulled away for a breath, making it easy for you to slip in the question.

“All those notes were from you, weren’t they?”

Haknyeon grew quiet for a moment but then decided to just come clean with you. After all, that’s what he has been wanting to do anyway.

“Are you disappointed?”

“I would be if you told me this 4 weeks ago… But now? Not so much.” You smiled.

“Really?” He asked.

“Would I do this if I was disappointed?” You asked only to kiss him again. Haknyeon smirks against your lips as you feel him lift you up and spin you around. When he placed you back down, he gave you a peck on the lips and soon spoke up.

“Should I stop giving you notes then?”

“Go ahead. Cause I’ve already won the prize.”

“You sure have.”

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