#and she's letting me crash at her place after bc I won't be able to get home lmao

[derelictdumbass]

I am going to see mother mother in like 3 hrs :O

[castle-dominion]

Castle 6x21 law and boarder

the skateboard episode liveblog

Foggy Skateboard motorized bike Love a good chase scene, u'd never be able to run away on board tho. Construction work? wet concrete or smth?

Castle totally would have gone through every permutation. (there is only one combination.) If you brag like that I wouldn't care if you lose Alexis & beckett <3 (someone already giffed) Caslt mr word man would NOT lose to beckett tho, unless he just got really unlucky with his words.

Becks is so pretty! (I miss s1 beckett tho) RC: Sounds like a scene from an action movie. JE: Yeah. I know. Especially when the biker started shooting and Logan crashed through that window right there. Wow cool casts. He's a young man, 2-4am he'd totally be out that late.

Always a sus key, why around the neck tho? KANIE LOVE KANIE LOVE KANIE LOVE I LOVE THE GIRLS girling out for a sec there & I'm so happy. Oh. I forgot that this episode was the one with ryan & esposito fighting like that... Actually since watching this ep, my fam was in a situation like that. My older (trans) brother is my dad's best man. Esp since dad's last best man was probably hella catholic & hates dad now for leaving his wife. which valid.

"Congratulations lanie" Thanks! Also idk who castle picked I'm not a boy! You really think it's one of you two? rysposito argument. he HAS spent every day lol KR: Oh Javi, I’m the obvious choice. If you can’t see it I can’t explain it to you.

Cool wall at her place! Ah tsa crap. Ooh skateboard tools! No wonder tsa would hate him. I know ppl who went to china for martial arts training (the sifu was some sort of ambassador & made good relations b/w canada & china) & came back with weapons. on the plane. Performance items, we called them.

Oof. I mean yeah that's like being a skaster for ya. (I should pic outfits. I like ryan.) Becks knows bikes! KB: Oh. A reigning champion unable to cope with defeat. (she looks to CASTLE with intent) That sounds familiar.

Wow a fight.

Wow cameras! I wonder who did the filming! She owned a motorcycle! Extremely handsome with a high degree of difficulty.

Like his hat & outfit. & austin. & tampa.

it looks like what it is what it looks like. (Yeah that's the definition of looking like smth) "omg life & death" ok shut up.

Wow early intro this time huh "My associate Mr. Castle"

"You hear about Logan's death or the break-in?"

Your GUN? Tony hawk my beloved. *looking up a pic of him bc idk what he looks like-- I can SORT OF picture him but idk if that's him. studying a photo of tony hawk every night before bed so I never become one of Those People.)

You remember the words exactly or are you paraphrasing?

Love the way castle walks with the coffee. Ooh castle is pretty! lol dark web moments THE-- THE ALBANIAN MOB? Albania is actually rly pretty.

lol esopsito OH RYAN'S FACE

mountain dew lol. Wow another semi-cool hat. Bummed? Look at this party. Ross De Koning: The albanian killed him? RC: what albanian? Me, speaking as RDK: you know, the albanian guy who yelled at him or w/e happened, isn't that why you're asking about the mob? Why else would you find a link to albanian organized crime?

Oh wait no it was 5 or 6 years ago. My man sent this guy to prison... the mom got seven years? enver who theoretically got the mom into it got less time? ugh.

Ooh lighting in this room, nice wood looking good... Found the Lord! I like it. You were willing to pay it? really? Get momma released early? That's kind of him! I like Enver!

RYAN GAVE HIM THE RECIPE? SECRET FAMILY RECIPE!?!? (even jenny's lol) Awkward pat on the back. Could clip, esp that facial expression. (but if I did i'd also clip ryan's face when esposito walked away after giving the novelty pen.)

Skateboarding with a heavy thing? Poor guy. I remember cycling to school with my backpack, lunchbag, zipper binder, & violin all on my back. Yeah. yeah...

Won't clip castle's eyebrows. Beckett totally let him win. Ooh it's a turntable of a scrabble game. Ah quixotic, idealistic to the point of unrealistic. Hm, they played an entire game of this, set design & writers, I wonder if it is legit.

I love the mythical Bill. They always say goodbye to Bill on the phone. I want Bill fanart. & by one of us I mean you. Ah true, bachelor party planning would probably be better by esposito. Ah true, Ryan is the high moral standing-- WAIT HE JUST CALLED HIMSELF PRETTIER XD "Did she beat you at scrabble again?" "is stephen king winning at texas hold em again?" "did somebody find naked pictures of you again?" (well the 2nd wasn't ryan but) JE: *pat pat* KB: ?

Wait I never grabbed an outfit pic! Noooo! Too late lol. Nice outfit today too but I think I've seen him wear it before & got a pic. Like how there was beckett's purple shirt that I saw in my clips when I was thinking about snapping a pic of it this ep-- turns out I got the shirt in a different ep already!

Ooh rock wall! I love climbing! Ooh maybe I should snap caskett's outfits. Oh. Good gravy. Lol there are easier ways to break in than lockpicks. Why go through the lock when you can just go through the door?

hi8? never heard of that. Hey becks is back to wearing that wierd beige thing...

That is why you never wear logos on your clothes.

Ah motorcross rider!

My man has adhd, motorcross performer? up in the middle of the night? jittering like that? yeah.

Ryan brought him a coffee sdjfoijsjjfkjlsdkjf *interrupts before castle can drink* *again* *almost again* *literally backs away* should I clip? no

that's where the 3k was from! He stayed inside? Why not escape with him? I mean yeah ask for a cut bro! *literally was criminaling right then*

Bacon brownies! "you had me at bacon" that was one of the last words he said bro. *lookingn ryan up & down like "you cockblocker" minus the cock* (actually new fic idea: ryan & esposito are trying to seduce Castle, & then at the end castle says "actually, I choose BECKETT!!" & the boys are like "well crap." & maybe it ends with "well now I have all this stuff for seducing men, whatever will I do with it?" & possibly *trying to impress eachother all along*) Ooh I can see names: sullivan-- WAIT SULLY'S STILL HERE! --& messer or w/e that one says (I saw it last ep too)

*cockblocking*

RC: Have you noticed anything odd about Me: ryan & esposito, yeah RC: ebosito & ryan Me: WHOM

OOoh love her hair! (Weird-nice. just sorry for you bc I beat you at scrabble.) My man looks like a baby. Or not I take it back.

HOO! I love ryan with a waistcoat that ties a bit tight on the lower back-- Mm! I'm gay but I'd be a lesbian for this man! (my 3d gender chess makes sense to me. except I suck at chess. I should post that.)

IDK TO CLIP BUT OH MY GOSH THIS. SCREAMING SCREAMING SCREAMING. CAN'T SAY WORDS. TOO MUCH TOO GOOD

when they were looking around I totally thought that they were going to suggest a dead body. bc then it is a third person not them & also it's funny bc homicide detectives. but No Way.

Poor gal, her son is dead... Ah yes, the good old days. Neighbourhood stuff. Six years-- didn't we hear that? Oh wait it was 5 or 6 years ago that ever want to jail

It's that neighbourhood? of course they don't care abt the death of the 12yo. Love a good old camcorder cassette. CSU would have noticed that

6 seconds is a lot! Toory unrealistic tech magic moments. makes my baby bro mad.

Why NOW? why running out of time?

Tommy Fulton: *immediately assumes they are accusing him of murder*

What plan? Brett Zaretsky: You can’t kick me out of here. This man’s my client. TF: Youre fired.

Cute, skateboard video! Love it! lol me & my brothers. Little bro rly good, better than me, I feel like crap. At least little bro isn't loud about it. Oh heck you watched the murder!? Holy crap! & that's why the cam was on the ground, u dropped it as soon as u saw the attack to go help.

was this in present time? WAIT THIS WAS BACK THEN? WHAT KID IN A BAD NEIGHBOURHOOD HAD 5 MIL TO SPARE LIKE A DROP IN THE BUCKET? oh at least it was smth he didn't actually have As A Kid.

DK logo! De Koning! I like how in the back some ppl were still partying for a minute there.

Brah

RC: And to think all of this happened because Ross couldn’t bear being second best. (pause) So. Are you ready for another rematch?

Man-chat? After all ryan & esposito are basically one person. Best of both worlds RC: Um … guys, I’m, uh– flattered & honoured– KR: You’re welcome. JE: Yeah, you should be. RC: He chose alexis! alkjsdfhljksdfhsdjadfkjhhfdjeyb I am love love love love I am so happy. They look almost mad in their shock (just like my brother. dad's best man. except he's not a girl. tho he is trans so idk.)

KR: I did not see that coming. JE: I can’t believe I gave him my pen. KR: I can’t believe I shared our family’s secret recipe. JE: I can’t believe we just got beat by a girl. KR holds out a finger. KR: Let’s never speak of this again. JE: Speak of what? (won't clip)

A midnight sing-along of Grease? a What?

Why did you do that?

Oh yeah they used to play poker, I remember when the captain & everyone was at his place & then they caught a murder late at night... Yeah that was fun.

Ooh heheh, look at these two. Love them sm She has a bra AND a watch left!

Could you play strip scrabble?

that was fun

[epicene-humanoid]

some trans Jeff thoughts:

he realized he was trans in elementary school and just went fuck it I'll just start introducing myself as Jeffery and see if anyone decides to stop me (as we know, jeff winger can get away with almost anything)

he got top surgery the second he could afford it (around the same time he started at his law firm), and probably bribed someone to keep it a secret

"I'm jeff winger and i would rather look at myself naked than the women I sleep with" are the words of a man proud of his transition

he's really insecure about his fashion sense, which is why he mostly dresses like the douchey guys at his firm in the start of the show, he thought you can't go wrong with the sleazy lawyer look

he will never admit it but he feels super good about the dean hitting on him, because the dean is a (cis) guy, acknowledging that Jeff is more manly than him

i think he starts out stealth and comes out to everyone one by one, probably starting with abed because he knows abed won't judge him and will probably just see it as an interesting backstory.

abed just says it's cool and maybe worth a prequel exploring Jeff's transition, and jeff asks him to predict how all of the members of the group will react to him coming out.

abed's predictions:

britta will be over-the-top supportive and do a ton of research about trans history, probably put together a slideshow just to prove how progressive she is, and jeff will be a little bit weirded out, but also touched that she did all that for him, though he would never let her know that

shirley will be confused, because she doesn't know how someone she trusts and knows so well could be part of a group she was raised to hate, but ultimately realizes that there's nothing actually against the lgbtq people in the bible, and, as a cool character development arch, starts to advocate against use of the bible to justify bigotry

troy will just think it over and decide that Jeff's physique and coolness are even awesomer knowing how much work he'd had to put in to be like that, and respects Jeff's manliness even more

annie will give him a hug, say something sweet about how she'll always love him, and worry about his health, because even she read somewhere that taking testosterone makes you more likely to have a heart attack, jeff will explain that the risk is still only as high a cis guy, and she'll be the one to always remind him to take his shots

peirce will say at best say "jeff winger used to be a chick?" and at worst call him a slur, either way there's sure to be a lot of misgendering from him, and pestering to know Jeff's deadname (needless to say, Jeff just doesn't tell peirce)

the whole group goes out of their way to keep their beach trips a secret from pierce (the girls don't want him there anyways, he's too liable to be creepy) even though jeff knows that even if pierce saw his scars, all he would have to do is make up a story about some childhood accident and pierce would never question it

sorry this ended up being super long. can I hear some of your headcanons for him?

YES ALL THIS!!! yes yes i’m fully accepting this as canon oh my god

i’m about to type a whole ass ESSAY at midnight because i have been DYING to talk about this for months ajfdksljk,,, this is going to be obscenely long and i might end up adding even more to it as i continue to rewatch the show because there is truly no shortage of trans jeff content (especially when you’re trans and see transness in every little thing ajdkslfkjs)

spoiler warning for literally everything about this show under the cut <3

i 100% agree, i feel like he realized he was trans super young, especially since in the show we see him as a little kid a couple of times. 

like look at little jeff with the oversized sweatshirt and little ponytail!! that’s childhood trans fashion. not to be dramatic but part of me thinks that jeff’s dad left before he fully came out to his family (which gives him even more angst about it, because until that one Thanksgiving episode, he’s never able to prove to his dad that he’s a better man), but part of me thinks that his dad left after he came out (which adds that spicy i-should-have-stayed-in-the-closet guilt that he has to work through). 

either way, because his dad wasn’t there, he had to base his concept of masculinity on something else, which was becoming a lawyer!! there’s some line that’s like “after the dust and divorce papers were settled the only man i looked up to was [the lawyer guy]”. like, replacing your father figure in your mind with the concept of “a job where you can talk your way in and out of anything and distort other people’s concept of reality”? that’s trans.

 and the fucking THANKSGIVING EPISODE... i struggle to watch it without crying hehe <3 yeowch! the dichotomy of willy jr. being the “wrong” kind of man because he’s “too soft” but jeff also not being enough despite adhering to all the social standards of masculinity... fuck!! this whole scene of him telling his dad “i am Not well adjusted” and talking about how he gave himself an “appendix surgery scar” when he was a kid and he still keeps the get-well-soon letters from his classmates under his bed? oh my god. the implication of people loving him not despite his scars but because of them?? trans. i can’t think about this episode for too long or i’ll start yelling.

OH and this scene? where he talks about how his mom got him a girl costume for halloween?? and everyone said “what a cute little girl” and after a few houses he stopped correcting them?? and “once the shame and the fear wore off, i was just glad they thought i was pretty”?? THAT’S TRANS... the man needs validation oh my god... and then in all the halloween episodes we see he has these ultra-masculine costumes (a cowboy, David Beckham, one of the fast and furious guys even though he never watched the movies, a boxer with his DAD’S boxing gloves... god) costumes are about becoming something else and he always chooses to be hypermasculine and that is trans.

THE PHYSICAL EDUCATION EPISODE!!!!!!! being uncomfortable during P.E. is a queer experience. period. but him being specifically uncomfortable in the clothes someone else is assigning to him? trans. “are we gonna talk about clothes like a girl? or use tapered sticks to hit balls around a cushioned mat like a man?” TRANS. and him eventually stripping in public? celebration of transness. and the fact that he eventually becomes comfortable in both the uniform and his own style!! trans!! god i love this episode. 

AND AND AND!!! the gay dean coming out episode!!! where it’s the three of them discussing the best way for the dean to come out as gay despite not entirely identifying with that label!! so we have both frankie and the dean who are sort of ambiguously queer, and jeff who’s a stealth trans man who’s probably only out to only the study group at this point. this scene where the dean and jeff have this like eyebrow communication while frankie is talking is just so cute. queer-to-queer communication. “I am so curious” “oh?” “intellectually.” “oh...” ajfdksljfk this scene just screams high school GSA to me and i love it so much.

and SPEAKING of the dean!! i totally see you on that. i feel like jeff has some internalized homophobia/biphobia (like he’d throw punches over someone else, but when it comes to himself he has a lot of shame). and also seeing the dean so confident in all his different outfits/costumes has a weird affect on him bc it’s like “okay, the dean, a cis guy, can do that, but i as a trans guy could Not because that’s Breaking the Rules”. which, like, throwback to the halloween thing. of course there’s no right way to be masculine, but mr. winger does not know that.

another thing!! the episode where their emails get leaked? that includes his emails with his therapist. fuck!! he was outed to the whole world in that episode!! no wonder he was so fucking angry!! this whole episode (and really any time he mentions his therapist) is so interesting when you think about them as a person he talks to about his transition. OH which adds to the thing with the dean!! “and you told your therapist you wanted to be alone this weekend” and “not you jeff, i know you’ll be visiting your dad” ”I told you to stop reading my emails”. luckily his study group has his back and just makes fun of him for emailing astronauts lmao

and WHO can forget “they’re giving out an award for most handsome young man!!!!” what else is there to say about this line besides: he’s trans. you know he didn’t get awarded enough for being a handsome young man when he was a kid, and no amount of compliments when he’s fully-grown can really make up for that. some people crash a kid’s bar mitzvah to cope with the fact that they struggled to be seen as themselves when they were a teenager <3

also his weird relationship with pierce? where he kind of hates him (understandably lmao) but at times has this almost-friends-almost-father-son relationship with him? especially in this episode where he’s forced to bond with him and ends up having a good time by accident (at a barber shop no less, the perfect place to Be A Man with your Man Friend). idk what to say about him besides the fact that pierce says his mom wanted a girl when he was born and made him dress like a girl (and his middle name is anastasia!) so if they’re gonna do any bonding over transness it’s gonna be that. 

okay one last thing and then i’ll shut up for the night. this episode kills me (and almost kills jeff hahahahelpi’mcrying). it’s a very Trans thing to not be able to visualize your future self, it just is. growing up trans at the time he did? i don’t know what kind of future he saw for himself, but i’m so happy that he ended up with a group of friends who became his family and love him the way they all do. i’m so emotional over this asshole it’s ridiculous. 

in conclusion:

they’re trans, your honor <3

[twoidiotwriters1]

Written In The Stars CLXIII (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: Ever since I heard that song I knew it was about Merry and I had to use it

P.S. I just realized I’ve been using “flickered” instead of “flicked” as the past version of “flick” and if u didn’t notice or don’t know the difference that’s great, if you did I’m sorry but it will continue to appear up until the seventh book bc I already edited half of it and I can’t be bothered to check the whole thing, I’m not a native speaker anyway lmao -Danny

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Chapter Twenty-Five: The King’s Lecture.

Katie returned looking good as new but she couldn't remember anything about what had happened to her, which deeply troubled Harry. 

Still, for the first time in the whole year, his mind was preoccupied with a different problem.

Once everyone knew about Mel and Erick's breakup, unknown to Harry and her, there was only one relevant topic of conversation: Their obvious mutual pining.

It was clear that the friendship between them was strong, she'd showed interest in no one but the boy who lived. They would see Mel walking through the corridors next to Harry, joking and laughing with him, sharing their notes in the common room and even sitting under trees with Ron and Hermione as their only company. Slowly, people who were there to see them during their fourth year were completely sure that they would make it official in no time.

Mel remained firm on not dating him, still, if he were to ask about her feelings she wasn't going to lie, maybe that way once the war was over they'd be able to be together, only time would tell.

"You know," She said when Ron walked out of the boys' bathroom, pale as a ghost. "If you keep throwing up like that you won't be able to cover even a single goal post—"

"That's not making me feel better!" He grimaced. "It's awful, last year we got lucky but this time—"

"Our practice will pay up. You're a brilliant Keeper an I'm an excellent Beater, just take a good luck at this," She flexed her arms, they weren't that impressive but she was quite proud of the discipline she'd exhibited that year, "we'll be okay. What's important is that even after all this we'll still have friends, right?"

"I s'pose..."

"I think that we haven't been grateful enough, you know? Harry let us be part of his team, even if we weren't the best choices. He trusts us—"

Her throat closed abruptly, Mel stumbled over and crashed against Ron.

"Mel!" He held her in place. "Is it a panic attack?"

It couldn't be, she was a bit anxious about their next Quidditch match but there was no reason to panic and she knew it!

Something tugged at the back of her mind and she instantly knew what was happening. It'd been a while, but Mel allowed Harry to guide her:

He was kneeling next to Snape, their Professor was hovering over Malfoy, who was dying. Harry communicated what he needed. Her hands closed tightly around Ron's arm and she grounded herself back into her body.

"I-It's Harry," She coughed. "I think—He did something... terrible... give me your potions book, I left mine in the tower..."

She described all to Ron while dragging him back to the common room, the boy was confused and completely against the idea of Harry hurting Malfoy in such a brutal way. He hated him, but he would never try to kill him!

When they reached the portrait Harry ran into them, he was covered in water and blood, and he was panting.

"I need the book. Quick—give it to me..."

Mel handed it to him, Ron tried to interrogate him.

"But what about the Half-Blood —"

"I'll explain later!"

Harry ran upstairs and entered the tower, a second later they saw him ran out holding his backpack with shaky hands, Ron looked at her gravely.

"I don't think we can help," Mel said before he could even ask. "Snape caught him red-handed... he was too scared to close his mind..."

"What do we do?"

"We wait."

Harry got punished for his actions, he wasn't going to be able to play the last match against Ravenclaw, but that didn't matter compared to what had happened.

Mel wasn't going to admit it because it was tactless, to say the least, but she thought that Harry sort of deserved the detention. If it weren't for his need to act first ask second, things wouldn't have gone so wrong.

"I told you there was something wrong with that Prince person. And I was right, wasn't I?"

"No, I don't think you were," said Harry stubbornly.

"Harry, how can you still stick up for that book when that spell —"

"Will you stop harping on about the book! The Prince only copied it out! It's not like he was advising anyone to use it! For all we know, he was making a note of something that had been used against him!"

"I don't believe this," said Hermione. "You're actually defending—"

"I'm not defending what I did! I wish I hadn't done it, and not just because I've got about a dozen detentions. You know I wouldn't've used a spell like that, not even on Malfoy, but you can't blame the Prince, he hadn't written 'try this out, it's really good' — he was just making notes for himself, wasn't he, not for anyone else..."

"Are you telling me that you're going to go back — ?"

"And get the book? Yeah, I am," said Harry. "Listen, without the Prince I'd never have won the Felix Felicis. I'd never have known how to save Ron from poisoning, I'd never have —"

"— got a reputation for Potions brilliance you don't deserve," said Hermione.

"Give it a rest, Hermione! By the sound of it, Malfoy was trying to use an Unforgivable Curse, you should be glad Harry had something good up his sleeve!" Ginny intervened.

"Well, of course I'm glad Harry wasn't cursed! But you can't call that Sectumsempra spell good, Ginny, look where it's landed him! And I'd have thought, seeing what this has done to your chances in the match —"

"Oh, don't start acting as though you understand Quidditch, you'll only embarrass yourself."

"I think," Mel spoke up, and all of them stopped to listen. "I think, Hermione, that you're being childish."

Hermione's eyes blazed with anger. "You're only saying that because you were also cheating—"

"I wasn't," The girl stood up with imposing air, she'd merely spoken a bit louder but Hermione shrank back in her spot as soon as she moved. "With or without the book, Harry's abilities with potions were always decent, it was Snape who was bullying him into failure."

The girl felt a pleasant tug of energy as she watched her friends silently look up at her, staring and clinging to every word that came out of her mouth. She wondered if this is how it felt to be a real Dumbledore.

Then the thought that she was a real Dumbledore occurred to her. She was strong and deserved to be treated with the same respect others had for the Headmaster. The only difference was that she was never going to use her power to bend things at her will.

"Harry's remembered the bezoar and won the Felix Felicis by following a few tips. I know you always appreciate it when Erick gives you advice — You don't consider that cheating, do you?"

Hermione scowled at her, but she didn't reply.

"You don't, even though you didn't come up with it on your own and you still got to be top of the class for years. Harry's right, the Prince could've seen the spell somewhere and wrote it down so he wouldn't forget, but he never forced him to attack Malfoy."

Hermione opened her mouth, but Mel wasn't going to let her continue.

"You didn't feel how scared he was," She scowled. "Harry said he's sorry and he got punished for it, and trust me, the nightmares that'll come after this will be more than enough to keep him from trying that again."

Instead of sitting down, Mel grabbed her bag and hung it over her shoulder, exiting the room with a firm step.

Erick used his brand new power over Faustus and Griffin to keep them from attacking Harry. As the Headboy, Slytherins were inclined to listen to him even if they didn't want to, so even though Harry got a few nasty looks the next morning, at least he was intact.

When they walked out of the Great Hall, Harry gently seized her wrist and guided her away from the crowd.

"Are you mad at me?"

"I can only get angry at your reckless behaviour so many times in life," The girl raised a brow. "I'm just thankful it didn't end worse."

"I'm sorry you argued with Hermione."

"She'll forgive me," Mel smiled. "Once she realizes I was right."

Harry grinned, in an instinctive motion, he held her hand entirely and intertwined their fingers, squeezing a bit. Before she could even register what he was doing, Harry leaned forward and kissed her cheek.

"Good luck," He said. "We hadn't done this in a while, I thought I might as well do it now that I'm not playing."

"I—Yeah, okay," She almost confessed her feelings right there and then. "Thank you, Captain. We're going to need it."

"I'll see you later..."

She walked towards the main entrance unaware of the curious eyes following her and muttering about the scene they'd just witnessed. Right now, it felt that the odds were leaning towards a Harry-Mel relationship happening really soon.

She was so distressed over the wild butterflies in her stomach that she didn't notice the figure next to her walking at the same pace.

"You know," Erick began. "I really should mind my own business, but what the hell is taking you so long?"

Mel looked up at him and stopped. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Harry," He rolled his eyes. "I thought that you would melt at his feet right away and yet here you are, single and yearning."

"You're a bit too cynic for your own good, you know that?" Mel frowned. "What are you doing here?"

"I promised I'd come to see you play," He raised a brow. "Am I right, though? Has he asked you to get back together? You guys used to be great—As soon as you started dating the fighting stopped, which is quite the opposite to what happened when we started dating—"

"You came to watch my game?" Mel asked in genuine surprise, deciding to ignore the rest.

"What, can't I support my friends?" He teased. "I mean, we broke things off but I never said I wanted to stop talking to you?"

"I never said that either," The girl replied promptly. He hadn't been able to spend a lot of time with his friends since he'd been studying for his N.E.W.T.S, it was nice to see him out of the library for a change. "Thank you for coming."

"I really do hope you win, I'm looking forward to my last school party..." He smiled.

"Look at you, attending parties," Mel teased.

"Well, the year's almost over and I find myself missing the lions' chaotic fun... I have to experience it while I still can."

"I still don't get why I'm the one playing seeker," Ginny sighed.

"Because you're smaller than Harry and I, which makes you the same size as Cho and that's an advantage. I'm much too tall and –let's face it– bigger than Cho. You're the best option."

"But you have a Firebolt!"

"Which I'll use wisely to fly around the field and throw bludgers as fast as I can," Mel assured her.

Ginny complained under her breath, then added. "Harry must be miserable right now, he really wanted to play..."

"I'm not saying it's his fault, but he certainly needed the scolding..."

"You should be on his side," She smirked. "You're his best friend."

"I'm his friend, not his admirer," Mel snorted.

"And that's all you want to be?"

Mel stopped and looked at her, Ginny had an odd expression on her face.

"What do you mean?"

Ginny opened her mouth to speak, but Katie was faster.

"Okay everyone, gather 'round!"

Katie, being the oldest teammate playing for Gryffindor, stood up to give the speech usually the Captain was supposed to deliver.

"I'm glad I got to play with all of you," She said. " Oliver would've been proud of this team as much as Harry is, and that's the highest compliment I can give you."

"That's very sweet, Katie," Mel smiled.

"Let's have fun!" Ginny exclaimed encouragingly.

The team erupted into cheers and happily ran out of the dressing room. Ginny stopped for a moment in front of her.

"Whatever you decide, Mellow," She said. "Just remember to put yourself first. Love yourself first."

The redhead pulled her in for a tight hug that she returned, a bit taken by surprise by her words. Only Mel and Ron remained, they exchanged a look.

"If we lose because of me," He told her, "kill me."

Mel laughed, it came out louder than expected, perhaps she was more nervous than she thought.

"If we lose, I think we should give Harry the opportunity to kill us himself."

Having no Captain her teammates' silently chose her as the backup, maybe they thought that since she'd been spending lots of time with Harry she'd know more about his tactics, and in a way she did. Ron also knew them, but he was looking rather greenish and unwilling to speak.

Mel suddenly had a newfound respect for Captains, they had to keep an eye on everything at all times. Luckily for her, Harry had done a great job, her teammates knew what to do by themselves and Ron was slowly gaining back his normal colour, by the time the game was at its highest, most interesting point, Mel was feeling pretty much like last year: utterly unstoppable.

Ron stopped one goal after another, the Chasers were wonderful and Jimmy was simply amazing. Everything was going so well that by the time Ginny caught the snitch, the euphoria was overwhelmingly good.

Dumbledore handed the Cup to Mel and she quickly passed it over to the Weasleys, they were the real stars of the game. Ginny and Ron were carried back to the castle, both beaming with pride.

Erick followed them back to the tower, Hermione forgot she was mad at Mel, she hugged her and congratulated her on the way she'd handled the team. When Mel said she had no idea why the others had picked her as Captain, Hermione looked at her with her characteristic exasperation.

"You've changed, Mel. Ever since you became an animagus you have this energy... it's really powerful—and they remember what you did to Cormac when he got on your nerves."

Mel did feel powerful, but knowing that the others could feel it too was shocking. She quickly forgot all about it though, Harry arrived then and as soon as he saw Ron and Erick his face lit up. Mel caught sight of Ginny rushing past the crowd to get to Harry, the same excited expression as her brother illuminating her face. They hugged tightly, Ginny started to talk about the match animatedly and pointed to where Hermione and she were standing.

"Are you going to talk to him?" Hermione asked.

Mel stared at her, she didn't even bother to ask how she knew what she was thinking.

"One day I will. Right now we should just enjoy the party."

"You think he'll wait that long?" Hermione grinned, both girls looked back at the dark-haired boy, who was waving at them enthusiastically.

"What about Ron?" She grinned, grabbing Hermione's hand and guiding her towards the boys. "Bet five galleons you end up snogging him tonight."

Hermione chortled.

"I don't have five galleons! And I know better than to bet against you—there are no dares you can't win."

Mel didn't know how did she manage to act like everything was fine for the rest of the term. Only divine intervention could've been responsible for such a thing; that and a strong will. She considered it a particularly cruel joke that Erick had been the real-life prince she'd been waiting for her whole life, yet once she had him she realized the secretive, mysterious type wasn't at all what she wanted.

She wanted Harry.

Of course, that would never matter if they didn't kill Voldemort.

Great, now she was depressed.

"Look at that!" Hermione's angry voice pulled her out of her thoughts. "Look at the picture!"

"So?" Harry asked without much interest.

"Her name was Eileen Prince. Prince, Harry."

Ron handed the picture to Mel, who examined it sleepily. Harry burst out laughing.

"No way!"

"What?"

"You think she was the Half-Blood..? Oh, come on."

"Well, why not? Harry, there aren't any real princes in the Wizarding world! It's either a nickname, a made-up title somebody's given themselves, or it could be their actual name, couldn't it? No, listen! If, say, her father was a wizard whose surname was Prince, and her mother was a Muggle, then that would make her a 'half-blood Prince'!"

"Yeah, very ingenious, Hermione..."

"But it would! Maybe she was proud of being half a Prince! Mel, help me with this!"

"Well," She passed the picture back to Ron and sat up. "If you can prove Eileen was a student around the same time Harry's book was printed, I'll believe you."

"Listen, I can tell it's not a girl," Harry shook his head with amusement. "I can just tell."

"The truth is that you don't think a girl would have been clever enough," Hermione retorted.

"How can I have hung round with you for years and not think girls are clever?" Harry frowned. "It's the way he writes, I just know the Prince was a bloke, I can tell. Well, unless Eileen had the same terrible handwriting Mel has."

Mel showed him her middle finger, Harry laughed again.

"This girl hasn't got anything to do with it. Where did you get this anyway?"

"The library. There's a whole collection of old Prophets up there. Well, I'm going to find out more about Eileen Prince if I can."

"Enjoy yourself," said Harry. "Tell Erick we say hi..."

"I will," said Hermione, standing up abruptly and rushing over to the portrait. "And the first place I'll look, by the way, is records of old Potions awards!"

Mel let out a short sigh and fell back on the couch, her legs hanging from the armrest.

"She's just never got over you outperforming her in Potions," said Ron.

"You don't think I'm mad, wanting that book back, do you?"

"'Course not! He was a genius, the Prince. Anyway... without his bezoar tip... I wouldn't be here to discuss it, would I?"

"I'm pretty sure I would've known it, I pay attention in class unlike you two," Mel said sleepily. "But carry on, King..."

"I mean, I'm not saying that spell Harry used on Malfoy was great—"

"Nor am I!"

"But he healed all right, didn't he? Back on his feet in no time."

"Yeah, thanks to Snape..."

"You still got detention with Snape this Saturday?"

"Yeah, and the Saturday after that, and the Saturday after that... And he's hinting now that if I don't get all the boxes done by the end of term, we'll carry on next year."

"That's a tragedy," She yawned. "And here I was thinking Draco had gotten the worse deal!" Harry threw a cushion at her face. "Ouch! Can't I take a nap in peace!"

"If you want to sleep then shut up," He replied.

Mel mumbled an insult and turned around, she must've been really tired, because next thing she remembers is meeting Ron's blue eyes staring down at her with amusement.

"Feeling better?" He grinned.

"What time is it?" She asked groggily.

"Hasn't been that long, about twenty minutes since you passed out — Harry left to see Dumbledore."

"What?" She sat up. "And he didn't tell me?"

Ron sat down next to her, nudging her shoulder so they could fit better on the couch.

"You finished your lessons, right? You don't need to go. Besides, you looked exhausted so he didn't want to wake you."

"And you woke me up anyway?" Mel smiled. "I didn't know you liked the sound of my voice that much."

"You wish," He snorted. "No, I woke you to see if you'd like to play chess."

"You know I'm terrible at it."

"C'mon, how are you going to get better if you don't practice?"

"You just like winning."

Ron smirked. "Yeah, but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy teaching you."

Two minutes later they were ready to play.

"So," He started, moving one of his pieces. "You and Harry are back to being good friends and all, but you still like him, don't you?"

"Nosy much," She scoffed. "We're just friends."

He shifted awkwardly in his place. "I don't want you to start arguing again like you did last year..."

"That's not gonna happen this time."

"Are you sure?" He asked. "Not that I'm wishing that to happen! But you guys are so weird..."

Mel sighed heavily, Ron was the only one in the group that didn't know her history with Harry, perhaps it was time to tell him.

"Two years ago Harry broke up with me," She said, pushing her pawn forward. "That's why we stopped talking."

Ron's brain seemed to explode at the revelation.

"You... but you never... you... kissed?"

"Yes?" Mel raised a brow.

"Wow... It makes sense now," Ron said. "You being all gross and touchy and then yelling at each other over stupid stuff — You were angry because he'd broken up with you!"

"Sort of."

"But you dated my brother!" Ron continued in a loud voice. "So you couldn't have liked Harry that much, could you?"

"Would you calm yourself down?"

"You hid all that for two years? How are you not dead?"

Mel frowned, but she was starting to feel the urge to giggle.

"I suppose I'm a strong lady."

"Bet you are," Ron shook his head. "Blimey..."

"Harry never told you about it?"

"Well, you know how it is," The boy shrugged. "Us blokes don't speak about feelings much, do we? I asked him once why he was snogging Cho when I thought he'd liked you for years... He said that it was time to move on, but he didn't look happy—Harry was still into you."

"You saw it with your magical ability to notice these kinds of things?" Mel teased.

"I knew because he would look at you like he wanted to keep you locked away in his trunk... but he doesn't look at you that way now."

"How romantic," She joked, but there was an icky feeling in her chest. "How does he look at me now?"

"Well, like he's in love," He shrugged again.

Mel watched him carefully, Ron was no longer a lanky little boy, a tad insecure still, but now he was young a man, and he was her brother. He'd always been understanding with her, she wondered why she hadn't tried to talk to him about this before.

"Harry and I are friends... but I do have feelings for him," She admitted shyly.

"Knew it," He moved his knight. "Still think it's gross."

Mel snorted, Ron's knight obliterated her pawn.

"...You think it's a good idea?" She questioned. "With the lifeline and all... I don't know what to do."

Ron scratched his ear. "Dunno, if it makes you happy then why is it bad?"

"I just know that it has been a hard couple of years, but I don't regret ever falling for Harry..." She groaned, "still, what your sister told me the other day, about choosing myself... if I were to do that then I would have to stay away from him."

"I love my sister," Ron stared at her sternly. "But she's dead wrong. You can choose yourself and Harry. That's what you've been doing all this time, isn't it? Well, except these last few months you dated Erick, I guess..."

"Even then I was choosing him, in a way..." Mel sighed. "I'm scared I'll mess it up, Ron."

"C'mon Mel, Harry's a good bloke! Anyway, if he knows what's good for him he won't upset my best friend."

"Your best friend? What about Hermione?" She teased. "Is she not your best friend?"

"Well," Ron grinned, "she's something."

"Of course," Mel laughed.

After a brutal defeat (Mel lost three times in a row), talking about the Quidditch final, homework, and the weirdest dreams they'd had that week, Hermione walked into the common room along with Erick. He was a fan of spending his afternoons in the tower lately, said the sunny view was a nice change.

"What are you guys talking about?"

"Just stuff," Mel sent a knowing grin towards Ron. "Harry got a note from Dumbledore, have you seen him?"

"Ohh!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly. "You think... you think he found a new... you know..."

Erick frowned, they hadn't told him about the Horcruxes. Mel didn't have the chance to tell him about her adventure with Harry all those weeks ago.

"Maybe," Mel shrugged, "we have to wait and see..."

Just as she was finishing her sentence Harry walked through the portrait with a strange look on his face.

"What does he want?" Hermione took a better look at their friend. "Harry, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," He walked past them in a hurry and went upstairs, the group fell silent until he came back. "I've got to be quick, Dumbledore thinks I'm getting my Invisibility Cloak. Listen, he found one. So we're going to get it right now, but when I was on my way to his office I ran into Professor Trelawney and she said something about entering the room of Requirement and hearing someone shouting in joy, a man. You see what this means?"

They stared at him in silent confusion, Harry didn't wait for a reply.

"Dumbledore won't be here tonight, so Malfoy's going to have another clear shot at whatever he's up to. No, listen to me! I know it was Malfoy celebrating in the Room of Requirement. Here — You've got to watch him and you've got to watch Snape too. Use anyone else who you can rustle up from the D.A., those contact Galleons will still work, right? Dumbledore says he's put extra protection in the school, but if Snape's involved, he'll know what Dumbledore's protection is, and how to avoid it — but he won't be expecting you lot to be on the watch, will he?"

"Harry —"

"I haven't got time to argue," Harry groaned. "Take this as well —"

"Thanks," Ron looked down at his hand. "Er — why do I need socks?"

"You need what's wrapped in them, it's the Felix Felicis. Mel, I think it'd be great if you get yours too. Share it between yourselves. I'd better go, Dumbledore's waiting —"

"No!" said Hermione, looking down at the potion with horror. "We don't want it, you take it, who knows what you're going to be facing?"

"Hermione's right," Mel said, she'd memorized Harry's instructions and was trying to think of how many people she could gather without making a fuss. "You'll be risking your life out there —"

"I'll be fine, I'll be with Dumbledore," Harry told her, brushing the subject aside. "I want to know you lot are okay... Don't look like that, I'll see you later..."

He didn't give Mel another chance to speak.

Next Chapter —>

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CHAPTER TWO

Weekdays at Seoul's National art gallery were usually the same. Buzzing curators dealing with hot-tempered clients. One thing or another was typically going not right and art directors cried about their wrong coffee order.

Although today was not the usual as to the crowds of bubbly news reporters and dazzled art critiques swarming up the wide place. As to Munyeong on the other hand, she was not pleased to the slightest.

"Just smile at the cameras, don't forget about the paycheck you're getting today." Sangin repeated himself for the fifth time. "Don't cause a scene, just think about the money."

Ah right. The paycheck.

As to The Nightmare Garden was bid off for over ten-million dollars, all of today's fanciness was dedicated to her, nation's celebrated female illustrator. However in all honesty, Munyeong barely liked her so-called masterpiece, but considering the amount of cash it will make her, she could be appreciative for the sake of it.

Behind her oversized sunglasses, Munyeong glared at her pesky manager– if looks could kill, he'd already be eleven feet under his grave. Sangin shut his mouth.

"Let's just get this over with," she simply responded, hooking off her eyewear then strutted into the hall with her long legs. Eyes whipped at her and cameras started to flash intensely, almost blinding her and Munyeong wondered how much those little pests could afford her if they got her blind.

And so the event played on. More pictures were taken– as if they hadn't blind her enough cheerful compliments flowed along with the spring breeze. The insincere joker smile she mastered whilst she met her million-dollar client– according to Sangin a hotel owner, though the woman did not have the looks for it– and the glass of filthy wine she almost had a chance to taste if Sangin's sixth sense was not so creepily fast.

Another dreadful two hours later as the dusk had set, hitting the edges with its golden flare, everyone had left. They got their articles and Munyeong will certainly be getting her pools of cash.

To her displease Sangin had informed her to wait as he had to take care of some paperworks she doubted he went to bribe the press into censoring her quoted inappropriate words. 

Nevertheless it was not her bother. She gave his plead a second before storming off to the complimentary section of the building.

Luck on her side, for nobody was there and she was able to grab one of the wine bottles with her– as for a fact it definitely was not stealing.

"Don't be shy, I know you want it."

Munyeong stopped within her steps as soon as an obnoxiously familiar voice echoed from the gallery she previously was in. Curiosity taking the lead, she peaked through the corner and had to muffle her own snort. Stood there, nation's art historian with the sharpest tongue– Choi Seojin.

She finds it hard to believe that his articles are highly known around, or even relevant, when his mouth is full of complete shit. However not disregarding the nastiest tea yet– a frightened girl seized under him. Her hands were locked, frightened eyes grew larger as the man spewed out nasty things.

Instantly, she took out her phone to film the disgraceful scene. Munyeong grinned to herself, reminiscing the rage she felt last time when he mentioned about her mother, and how her irritating manager had interrupted her before she could've sent him down the stairs to Satan.

The man reared into the poor girl's cheek when she attempted to fight him off, and Munyeong's smile dropped.

That piece of shit.

Munyeong entered the room, arms crossed, head high. Her wedge heels clicked against the hardwood as she let out an unamused wow.

Mad dog– what she personally thinks he should be called– 's head whipped at her with wide eyes. Like a child getting caught of lying.

"Oh my. Your hobbies are quite interesting Mr. Choi. Talking shit and sexual harassment?" Munyeong spat. "The girl looks like she'd rather kill herself, why are you even trying?"

As if he thought he could get away with what he just did, mad dog released his foul grip on the girl. Munyeong clicked her tongue and tauntingly held out her phone.

"Oh no, don't bother pretending. Judging by the looks, that won't even favor you at this point." She spared a glance at the quivering girl. "Why are you waiting? Go."

Shakingly and with thankful eyes she nodded and left, her footsteps filling void of silence before it coated the air again.

Mad dog snickered, as if there was something to laugh about. "Don't mess with me Ms. Ko. You know me, I won't die alone."

"Certainly I'll drag you and Mr. Lee down with me. Why do you think they call me the suicide bomb?"

Munyeong walked towards him and spreaded a smile, though even dogs could tell you shouldn't push her further. "You mean the bastard you can't fall down without dragging everyone else with him? Why?"

"I can destroy your career with the tip of my pen, I'm sure you know." He gave her a look, panning out his hand. "Now if you hand me your phone, I think we can compromise something."

Munyeong unraveled her arms, eyes hardening at his next sentence. "You think so?"

"Nation's beloved artist turned out to have antisocial personality disorder. What do you think will happen when people find out?" Mad dog sneered. "Her mother who mysteriously commited suicide–"

"Shut up." She warned. His words lit up the flame from their last encounter, adding fuel to her burning fire. Her head pounded, hard. For a moment she had hoped that if he proceeded as she said, then things would not have to get ugly.

"And her father? Spending his last days in the psychiatric hospital."

But men never listen, do they?

Munyeong tightened the hand around her bottle and striked it at him with full force. The bottom part crashed the wall behind him– just above the hung painting- glass shattered as rich burgundy stained its way down, smearing all over. Its taste fused with the air and Munyeong glowered at the creature who dodged her flawless aim.

"You crazy bitch!" He yelled, scrambled on the floor. But Mad dog was quick to lunge at her, they both hit the ground, stumbling as her open purse had been knocked away– and Munyeong's eyes landed on something very specific.

She was quicker, getting on her feet and spared the bastard a strong kick in the groin, leaving him groaning as she reached for her pen.

Her favorite calligraphy pen– its lining was stunning, coated in shiny teal with hints of gold, but most importantly, the dangerously sharp tip. The way it writes like reaping out blood from your hand– hence why it is a favorite.

She hawled back over and he screamed at her, though she didn't hear him. Her head was light as she felt blood rushed through her veins. Munyeong raised her arm and struck it back down.

Die.

Both of them froze. No, not her and mad dog, but him.

Deafening silence had lied between the walls and there they stood, eyes pierced into another's souls. Hers burned like fire, but his were dignified like the deep ocean.

Droplets of blood trickled down his forearm and splattered the floor, staining the rolled up sleeves of his crisp white shirt. What a waste.

"Let go. You can't kill him." The man– still with a bloody pen graved in his palm said.

Munyeong couldn't help but scoff, especially after that fucking bastard had just strangled her. "Don't be dramatic. I was just going to give him a few scratches."

Well maybe that's not entirely true.

Rough scrambling erupted underneath them, but when Munyeong turned to look, the mad dog had just ran off, like a lost puppy. Angrily she bit her lip, close to drawing blood until she felt the man draw his own hand back.

She watched as he did. The way he carefully slid her pen into his jacket and brought out a black silk handkerchief. Very rarely, she'd be astonished by something, and now it's him. Though she found it quite difficult to understand him– since when do you interrupt another's stabbing session by screwing up your own hand instead, and also the audacity to tell her she could not stab somebody?

So lost in her thoughts it took her a few seconds to realize her pulse was not pounding anymore.

"Did anyone not tell you that it is basic etiquette to not pry into someone else's business?" Munyeong said– seized the napkin from him, and began to tie a knot. She shot him a glance.

No reply. The man simply stared at her.

"Hmm?" She raised a brow, amused at his slight flinch when she tugged a little harder.

"Don't stress it too much, my manager will take care of our little incident." Munyeong chuckled as he proceeded to ignore her. "Do you know what? There are a lot of people in this world who deserve to die. And some very thoughtful freaks secretly take care of that, so clueless humans can sleep peacefully at night, completely unaware. Which one do you think I am?"

She dropped his hand, anticipating for his answer. Flares of light shined through the blinds, sharpening at his strong features and she noted his small– yet devilish smile.

"A clueless freak."

He finally responded, leaning towards her. His eyes traced her face, gazing down at her lips for a second too long, before their eyes were locked once again. "And of course you will have to pay, but at what price?"

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I know I KNOW Not Easily conquered is fucking beautiful and majestically written from even the snippets I've read (''I won't be in history books, that's for you... '' ''Womb to tomb, sweetheart'' these are tattooed into my heart even without reading the fic)I SHOULD read it and I will someday I will but RN my emotional constitution is not up for it I'll be a mess and I'm moving to a new country so I can't Can you plspls give me a plot summary plsss I'msorry it's just NEC is stucky integral (╥﹏╥)

Hi! Dude, I totally get it, I’ve read this fic before and know what happens but I still need to be emotionally prepared to cry whenever I want to give it a re-read (or to even read snippets from it!). 

I’m gonna put the plot summary under the cut to avoid potential spoilers

Okay, so tbh, I haven’t read it in a while and the fic is incredibly long so  I might miss some stuff but I’ll try and give a basic run down of it. 

Its broken up into three parts: A Long Winter, The Thirteen Letters, and Not Easily Conquered. 

The first part has to do with Steve’s life after surviving the plane crash. He marries Peggy and they have a daughter and it shows their life together before secrets and other problems lead to them slowly growing apart with the catalyst being the New York Times release of the lost letters of Bucky. 

(I honestly feel kind of bad about spoiling the next part bc its such a powerful moment in the story and I can never do it justice so go ahead and skip over it if you wanna save it for when you read the fic)

*The letters are basically love letters he wrote to Steve during the war that he never sent and after reading them Steve realizes that he’s been in love with Bucky all these years. Peggy is understandably upset (although Steve does love them both but I think her reaction was realistic) and (I think) she kicks him out (or he leaves on his own I cant remember ) and the rest of this part is him living through the 20th century until something (you can probably guess what I don’t wanna spoil this lol) brings him back as captain America.*

The second part is kind of a prequel. It takes place during the war and is from Bucky’s point of view as he struggles with the horrors of war, his own trauma, and realizing he has to let Steve go. It basically shows the events taking place around the time he wrote each of the letters up until his “death”

The last part takes place in the 21st century and kind of loosely follows the events of the winter soldier (more post winter soldier I guess). It ends with a trial and I wont say what happens exactly but there is a happy ending.

I hope that helps, sorry its kind of rambly and I hope it not too unclear, there are just some parts I don’t wanna give too much detail on since I would neve be able to do it justice. This fic is heartbreaking but it gives a satisfying ending so you should definitely read it when you get the chance! Good luck with your move and happy reading!