#bertie trying his very best

[for-valour]

SO CUTE! Bertie being all awkward and forgetful with the camp sing-songs :)

The Duke of York attending his beloved Boys' Summer Camp in Southwold, Sussex, 1935. The gestures are to an old Pennsylvania Dutch folk song called Johnny Schmoker.

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[blue-jisungs]

after watching soobin's ig post i want someone to write a soobin hogwarts au

and I'd be so glad if that someone was you 😋

vanilla&citrus / coffe&lavender

author's note. OKAAY SLAY?? thank u sm hehe it means a lot !! i feel honoured 😌😌

au. hogwarts, duh + idiot best friends to lovers, mutual pinning🫡 + i wrote it with intention of ravenclaw reader but it’s never really mentioned so it can be read as any house reader ^_^

summary. you’re friends with soobin, a friendly but a bit confused hufflepuff ever since you stepped a foot in hogwarts. while trying to figure out what did he smell in an amortentia potion, he discovers he likes someone.

word count. +- 2127

you were sitting on the bench, next to taehyun, deep in your lecture. munching on some bertie bott’s flavour beans. the sound of beomgyu and yeonjun’s screams and screeches filling the peaceful silence.

“don’t eat this one” taehyun murmured when you grabbed a random bean. you shot him a curious look “we’ll leave it to soobin”

“how do you know it’s a bad taste?” you scoffed and looked up, looking at the gryffindor boy screaming and chasing after yeonjun for no reason.

“a gut feeling” he shrugged and his big eyes sparkled “kai and soobin are coming”

you looked down from the stands and noticed your friends entering the quidditch field. they looked so tiny from up here, like bowtruckles.

you managed to finish a chapter before they arrived to the top, where you were sitting. soobin was panting, cheeks flushed.

“why do you always have to pick the seat at the very top? there’s so much stairs” he grunted and sat next to you. you looked up and noticed his black and yellow tie was all over the place, loosened up and mere moments from untangling. you sighed and leaned forwards him, swiftly fixing it.

kai grinned, whereas your ravenclaw friend just rolled his eyes with annoyance.

“thanks. oh, beans! which lesson do we have next?” soobin smiled softly and leaned over, his head brushing against your shoulder as he picked a bunch of beans.

“potions” you hummed and exchanged amused looks with taehyun. bad flavour incoming in 3… 2…

“ugh i hate potions” soobin sighed and popped a couple of sweets into his mouth. you looked into his eyes as he leaned away. he chewed on them, nose scrunching up.

beomgyu and yeonjun flew up to you when suddenly soobin spat out the beans.

“ew!”

you all started laughing, the hufflepuff trying to get rid of the awful taste in his mouth. you patted his back in a comforting manner.

“poor soobin” you hummed and leaned your head on soobin’s, trying to hold your laugh. taehyun snickered, whispering something to kai.

being this close was nothing new, you and soobin constantly hugged and physical contact was common in your friendship. you could smell his hair, vanilla overtaking your nostrils. it sounded weird but you liked soobin’s smell – his hair usually smelled like vanilla but his skin was citrusy. maybe it was because of all the lemon tarts he loved so much or maybe because of the amount of citrus trees and plants in hufflepuff dorm.

“don’t tell me you plotted this! y/n!” he whined and smacked your arm.

“sorry!” you giggled and soobin scoffed. he didn’t mind, as long as he got to hear your cute laugh.

kai cleared his throat and stood up.

“can we go?”

“oh. sure!” soobin smiled, standing up gently too not to hurt you accidentally.

“need a ride, ma’am?” beomgyu offered you in a dramatically deep voice, chivalric manner.

soobin pouted and reached his hand out, to help you stand up.

“uh, no… i think i’ll pass” you smiled politely and grabbed soobin’s hand. not letting it go, you started walking down from the stands as yeonjun and beomgyu raced on their brooms.

you stared at the cauldron, heart thumping in your chest like crazy. snape gestured to come closer.

“so, um. what is it? i kinda spaced out” soobin nudged your arm, causing you to jerk in surprise.

“amortentia, mr choi” snape grunted, his gaze shifting to you and piercing your soul. it’s almost as if he knew “miss l/n, could you care to repeat to your friend what i just said?”

“well it’s a love potion, basically. the most powerful in the world. it causes a obsession in the drinker, for example for the first person they see after drinking it. and um… its smell is different for each person because it will have a scent like a thing… or a person you like” you mumbled shyly. the potions professor nodded.

“correct. we won’t be learning how to brew it yet but i want you all to take a whiff. what do you smell?”

the rest of the lesson passed with people sniffing the pearly-shining potion. when it was your turn, you weren’t surprised to find out it was citrusy, with a scent of vanilla. maybe a bit of caramel too? but it left no doubt that it was soobin.

beomgyu whined when you wouldn’t tell them and carried on about smelling chocolate and cologne – something that apparently smelled like himself. it did not, in fact. the closest beomgyu smelled like is grass and rain from all those days spent on a quidditch pitch. and smoke from setting things on fire.

“what about you, soobin?”

the hufflepuff boy shook his head.

“i don’t… i don’t know” he whined, adorable pout forming on his lips.

“what do you mean you don’t know?” yeonjun laughed, patting his back.

“it smells familiar but somehow i don’t recall it? i can smell coffee for sure but other than that… i don’t know” he huffed, crossing his arms.

your lips parted. is there someone soobin likes?

you send him a soft smile, trying to look amused. only taehyun could read the sadness glinting in your eyes.

soobin was miserable. all he could think of is why the scent of amortentia was so similar? the only smell he recognised was coffee because, hello, it’s coffee. everyone drinks it!

it’s not like he didn’t know the other fragrances. he knew he knew what are those but just couldn’t recognise them and separate from the strong coffee smell. it was almost like a word that you have on the tip of your tongue.

he sighed and entered the library, hoping to find you. he had enough of the boys’ loud chatter and awful jokes, he needed some peace and quiet. which you were. and with you, he could always allow himself to loosen up and be himself – even without speaking a word.

he noticed you’ve been acting weird too; you also didn’t tell them what you smelled. he brushed it off, guessing you just probably didn’t smell a thing and didn’t want to admit it.

walking further into the quiet room, already spotting you at one of the tables, he took a deep breath. he liked this smell, of books and leathers.

“hi” he mumbled, plopping down next to you. you hummed in acknowledgment he’s here.

“smelled anything similar today?” you asked, a bit tauntingly. ever since that potions lesson, he’d go and sniff around everything and everyone like a dog.

“no…” soobin’s voice died in his throat when you placed a book next to him. he sniffed it and his eyes went wide. that’s it.

you looked at him, amused. he opened the book and took a whiff of the old pages.

“that’s… this! this is the–“ the hufflepuff boy yelped in excitement, causing you to move a hand to cover his mouth. blush dusted his cheeks in embarrassment (and maybe because of the prolixity).

“that’s a nice smell, i have to agree. one of the reasons why i like spending time in the library” you hummed, taking your hand back. he liked it too.

“there is still something missing, though” he sighed, watching you use the dried lavender flower as a bookmark.

“so coffee, books and something else?” taehyun asks, playful smile dancing on his lips. obviously it’s you. anyone would have known that – not even because of the ridiculously well known fact you are addicted to coffee and spend half of your life in library. but also because you and soobin are so painfully blind to the fact that you have crushes on each other. the way your hands brush, the way you blush when soobin compliments you, the way he stutters when you fix his tie… so on, so on.

anybody, apparently, except soobin.

“it’s driving me insane” the hufflepuff boy whined and smacked his books against his forehead. taehyun was curious what’s the smell, though. something connected to your shampoo? or perfume? or something completely different?

“where’s y/n, by the way?” soobin asked, blinking slowly.

“she went to pick some flowers and give them to hagrid” taehyun hummed, recalling your excitement this morning. “should we go find her? maybe the rest is there”

soobin nodded eagerly and they went into the direction of hagrid’s hut. they could spot you, rummaging through purple flowers. taehyun said he’ll go straight to the keeper, to ask him for some tea. soobin called you and started going your way.

as he got closer, a pleasant smell filled his nostrils. the purple flowers tickled his legs, he placed his steps careful not to destroy them.

“oh, soobin! hi” you breathed out and turned around, a full bouquet of hand picked lavenders in your hands. your smile was so bright that it outshined the sun behind you and that’s when it hit him.

lavender. that was the smell.

“–because it smells horribly in his hut, seriously. so it’s kind of a cover to sneak some flowers, especially those since their scent–“ you babbled, reassuming to pick the flowers.

so coffee, books and lavender. it’s funny, now that he thought about it.

you like coffee. he remembered the time when he visited you during summer and since your family enjoys the warm liquid too, you had some coffee beans in the kitchen. you popped one or two into your mouth and laughed at his disgusted face. while offering him to do the same and handing him the beans, all he could remember was the delicious smell lingering in the kitchen.

and the books too! he realised it when he was in the library… with you.

and now lavender. which you also said is your favourite flower. duh, you even use a dried one that he picked for you as a bookmark–

oh.

oh.

“–bin?” you asked, the hufflepuff boy’s eyes going wide almost as if he saw an acromantula.

“you” he breathed out, blinking slowly

“yeah?” you frowned, tilting your head. he definitely didn’t listen.

“it’s you!” soobin gasped, leaving you flabbergasted.

“soob, is it about the beans thing? i’m sorry i left you all the bad flavoured ones but taehyun just has this seventh sense when it comes to the bad ones and we thought–“ you started and soobin suddenly stepped closer, taking a sharp and deep inhale “huh?”

“it’s definitely you. i smelled vanilla and coffee in amortentia. and books too but it wasn’t that strong so… i didn’t figure it out at first” he said, pink dusting his cheeks. you almost dropped all the flowers.

“you smelled me in amortentia?” you asked, throat going dry. if he smelled you then that means… he likes you?

“yeah, i guess! weird, huh?” he giggled, scratching his neck. slowly his smile dropped, almost audible gears turning in his head

“wha… soobin” you stepped closer, heart thumping so hard against your ribcage you thought it may jump out any second.

“y/n” he said goofily, eyes pacing around nervously. everywhere but your eyes.

“soobin, does that mean you like me?” you asked, noticing taehyun and hagrid in the distance.

“well, i like you so…” he shrugged.

“soobin”

it was more stern this time so he looked up, noticing your flustered cheeks and anxious gaze.

“i think? maybe? i never knew! i always prefer to be with you than with the guys, you’re so sweet and funny. and so smart it’s driving me crazy… and beautiful too but… it would be kinda awkward, wouldn’t it?” he started rambling when you suddenly grabbed his hand.

“soob, you dork. i smelled you in amortentia too. but the difference is that i have a crush on you for a while now. and you are driving me crazy too! with your stupid dimples and how clueless you are… and with your pretty eyes and…” you stopped, looking how his eyes widened even more “soobin?”

“you. you have a crush on me?” he stuttered, pointing at himself. as if there was another choi soobin.

“yes” you laughed, letting go of his hand. “if you don’t want anything happening between us, i’ll understand”

“are you crazy?!” he yelled out, causing you to frown “i could never ever dream of even going out with you and you think i’d deny it?”

“well…” you chuckled nervously. soobin stepped closer and placed a quick, shy peck on your lips. freezing in shock, you tightened the grip on the lavenders. the aroma of citrus and vanilla filled your nostrils pleasantly.

he pulled away, blinking in awe. he just did that.

“i… i wanna be yours. but please for the love of merlin, don’t feed me the bad flavoured beans” the hufflepuff boy mumbled, causing you to laugh out loud. oh, soobin.

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[once-upon-an-imagine]

heyy ok so I have this idea with maybe remus lupin or any smart character but your the writer whatever you think best is probably best, anyways so reader is failing a class and is assigned a tutor which would be the character. Anyways character is very in love with the reader and is nervous/flustered  but the reader is more outgoing/flirtyafter a couple lessons at the end the character asked “anymore questions?” And the reader goes “yeah when are you going to ask me out? ”KINDA CRINGE LOOKING BACK BUT TYSM BYE 💜💜💜💜

- submitted by @they-only-want-you-when-your-17

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this is sooo cute! I loved it too much, love! I hope you like it too! 😊Warnings: none, this is pure fluffDisclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter 😊 gif isn’t mine 😊

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Ask Me Out?

You hated Potions. Not just because it was your earliest class and you weren’t a morning person. But because you were absolutely dreadful at it. You insisted it wasn’t your fault. It was your partner’s. When Professor Slughorn decided to make Remus Lupin your partner, you knew it would be useless. 

You were never able to concentrate with him sitting next to you. Maybe it was because he started wearing his hair differently this year. Or because he smelled stupidly good. Or how shy he got whenever he was around you. Or because he had the most beautiful smile you had ever seen. Or because his friends and your friends kept making stupid faces at you so you would make the first move. 

Things got so bad, that Professor Slughorn suggested you got someone to tutor you for this class, and, much to your luck, Remus had volunteered himself to be said tutor. So, not only did you have to control yourself in his class, but now you were spending two afternoons a week with Remus at the Library or the Common Room, trying to listen to what he actually said, instead of getting lost in his beautiful smile. 

“Are you listening to me?” Remus asked, suddenly snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“I uh-” you said, sitting straight instead of resting your head on your hand. “Y-yes, of course, I was, Rem” you cleared your throat. 

“Really?” Remus asked with a beautiful smirk. “Then what is the last ingredient you have to add to the Draught of Living Death before you stir it anti-clockwise?” 

“Oh, uh- w-well, the um… the bean?” you tried with a small smile. 

“Which bean?” 

“I’m guessing not Bertie Bott’s beans?” 

“No” he laughed adorably. “The Sopophorous Bean-”

“Sopophorous Bean” you quickly repeated. “See? That was my second guess!” you insisted and Remus glared at you a little. “I’m sorry, Remus” you sighed. “I know you probably have better things to do with your time than being stuck here trying to teach the unteachable” you laughed. 

“Hey, don’t be so hard on yourself” he said, his look softening. “You’re not unteachable. You’re doing a lot better now” he encouraged you. 

“Well, to be fair, it’s way more pleasant to look at you and listen to you than to Professor Slughorn” you said, loving the way his cheeks blushed a little. 

“I’ll take that as a compliment” he chuckled. 

“It was” you said, resting your head on your hand again and smiling at him. “Can I ask you something?” 

“Uh, sure” he said, looking through his book. 

“Why did you volunteer to tutor me?” you asked, interested. 

“W-what do you mean?” he asked, nervously. “I mean, you needed help-”

“Well, yes, but I think everyone else would have run for the hills if they had to spend some time with me with fire and so many things that explode around” you shrugged. 

“You’re not that bad” he laughed a little. 

“Remus, I’ve burned more cauldrons than James and Sirius together” you reminded him. 

“W-well, that may be true, but you’re really trying” he reminded you. “So, I’m happy to help as much as I can” he said with a small smile. 

“Well, that’s very sweet of you, Rem” you said, making him look away. “I’m sorry, does it bother you when I call you that? I heard you telling Sirius once you didn’t like it-”

“N-no!” he replied quickly. The only reason he didn’t like Sirius calling him that, was because he did it mocking you. “I don’t mind when uh- when you call me that” he muttered nervously. “Sirius is… just an idiot” he said. 

“Oh” you smiled. “Well, okay” you told him, sitting a little closer to him. 

“Okay, so I think that’s it for today” he said, closing his book before turning to you again. “Anymore questions?” 

“Yeah, just one” you said and Remus nodded for you to go on. “When are you going to ask me out?”

“Uh- w-what-? Um- I’m sorry?” 

“Well, I was just… wondering if you were planning on ever asking me out?” you told him. 

“Y-you want me to ask you out?” 

“If you’d like” you smirked. 

“Well, I um- I would like that, very much” he smiled. 

“Really?” you asked, excitedly. 

“Y-yeah, the only reason why I haven’t asked you is because, I wasn’t sure if y-you’d want me to” he said. “So, um… would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend? We can celebrate your ‘O’ on tomorrow’s exam” he said. 

“I would love to go to Hogsmeade with you, Rem” you smiled. “But, I think you’re shooting for the stars, thinking I’ll get an ‘O’, I’ll be lucky if I get an ‘A’” you told him.

“We’ll see” he smiled. 

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“REMUS!” 

Remus looked up from the book he was reading and he saw you run down the hallway at full speed, causing you to trip and fall but you quickly got back up, and composed yourself, ignoring the laughter and stares from everyone as you made your way to where he was standing with his friends. 

“Are you okay, love?” Remus asked as soon as you reached them

“I’m fine- uh- d-did you just call me love?” you asked with a big smile on your face and feeling your heart flutter at the blush appearing on Remus’ cheeks. 

“I uh- is that okay?” 

“Yes, it is” you nodded happily. 

“Uh, are you okay?” James asked. 

“Yeah, that was a nasty fall” Sirius said, as he tried no to laugh. 

“Oh, I’m fine” you assured them as you tried to compose yourself. 

“You’re bleeding” Peter stated. 

“I am?” you asked, looking at your knee. “Oh, well, whatever is not that bad! Guess what?” you asked excitedly turning back to Remus. “I GOT AN ‘E’!” you said, showing him the parchment in your hands. 

“You got an ‘E’?” he asked, excitedly. 

“In Potions?” Sirius asked, grabbing the exam from you and looking through it.  

“I GOT AN ‘E’” you repeated wrapping your arms around his shoulders before you planted a big kiss on his lips. Remus was surprised for a second but he quickly wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“I’m really proud of you, love” Remus said, leaning in for another kiss. 

“Ew, get a room!” you heard Sirius yell when you pulled away and you noticed the blush on Remus’ cheeks was back. 

“Fuck off, Black!” 

The End

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A/N: I hope you loves like it! :D 

[moonspirit]

Armin is basically your guide to leaving the forest. He is what Humanity needs to retain its Humanity.

Armin is hated on so much after S4 for being "useless" and "not living up to Erwin" but people forget, Erwin was so good because he had YEARS of experience. When Erwin died, he was what, 40-ish? At 15-19, Erwin was much the same as any ordinary cadet, you can see in the flashbacks in S3 Part2, a very young Erwin crying with a wounded/dead soldier and trying to fend off a Titan.

Armin is the embodiment of what the survey corps stands for - "Understanding". He is a pacifist and optimist but not naive, he knows that he has to kill when push comes to shove. He doesn't like violence but agrees that it is necessary sometimes. There is nothing wrong with that. He's a very relatable character. Don't forget that Erwin recognised his potential. He literally looked shocked when Armin theorised Reiner to be hiding inside the walls in RTS arc. Armin is the first character in the whole show to internalize his enemies thoughts and actions and try to understand it from their pov. He always tries to talk first and when that doesn't work, he pulls the trigger. You can tell me "his talking doesn't work!" but that doesn't mean you don't try. He's convinced and manipulated people plenty of times. If your only option is always to kill first before anything else, then you're not in your right mind.

A character is not weak simply for wanting peace. Armin doesn't run from his conflicts, he always faces them head on whether he likes it or not. His yearning to choose the method with the least bloodshed is actually admirable - it's easier to just pull the trigger in a world like SnK where people hate you, no? Why go through all the effort of trying to make people understand? He's a very strong character because he stands by his convictions.

It's unfair to burden him with Erwin's legacy at this age. He's also selfless to a fault. While Erwin did care for his soldiers, he never hesitated to use them as bait. Armin lacks that trait - being ruthless. Instead he has shown time and time again that he'd rather sacrifice himself so others can go unharmed. Despite the lack of experience, he still came up with some of the best plans, strategies and deductions in the show, some of them conjured up within seconds, and all that when he was even younger than he is now. Reiner was sweating and shitting his pants when Armin figured out the Female Titan's intentions in under 30 sec. At 15, Armin secured the collosal Titan for the scouts with just 1 casualty - himself. Just a few examples. He lacks Erwin's experience and deals with a severe lack of confidence, but for his age, possesses a lethal brain and outstanding intellect.

One of his most forgotten contributions is during the Scouts vs Kenny's squad. It was his analysis of the anti-personnel ODM gear, and following strategy, that allowed the scouts to exploit the weaknesses of their opponents' weapons. They wouldn't have won those fights with such success otherwise. He's extremely perceptive. Notice that when he fucked with Bert's mind back in S2, it was bec apart from Reiner (who knew from long ago), only he had noticed Bertie boi had a thing for Annie. He pays attention to his surroundings. He picks up on every little detail. He knows where to hit where it hurts. His 'Annie' strategy with Bert in S3P2 fails because he didn't realize Bert was a different person, someone who had stopped Annie from being his weakness. That was a crucial lesson Armin had to learn, but he learned it. He's very good with his words. People don't want him to open his mouth and change their minds (eg, Connie with Falco, Daz & Samuel). He's a genius strategist and war tactician in the making, give him a few years and see what he becomes.

One of my most favourite moments is during the table scene with Eren before getting beaten up, the only psychological attack Eren fired at Armin ("You're only visiting Annie cuz of Bert"), did not sting Armin at all, it only shocked him that Eren would try to bullshit him into that false logic when clearly Armin knew better. So Eren chose to beat him up, but Armin still had the final word. "You're the slave Eren" absolutely got under Eren's skin.

He isn't dumbed down post S4, it's just that the stakes are infinitely higher.

There's a lot of blame on him for "not doing anything in those 4 years despite having a genius brain" etc etc. Armin wasn't commander. They were dealing with a hostile world which they were desperately trying to understand for the first time in a 100-year history of being isolated inside the walls. It is one thing to understand people inside the walls and fuck them up (like Erwin did multiple times) but another entirely to deal with several countries in a world you discovered overnight. Politics and diplomacy is hard af. I doubt Armin would have been able come up with some 20/20 vision plan at that point to end the whole conflict anyway. Pixis didnt. Hange also didn't. Nobody did! The island had other intelligent people too!

Regarding Erwin, the whole point of his death was to show that he was put to rest from his suffering. It is the end of Erwin's story.

I dare say that if Armin had become Erwin 2.0, the haters would have said "Oh, he's just a copy of Erwin, he's not his own person!" So, conclusion: he's not supposed to be Erwin. He's his own person with his own methods and he's 19, leave him alone and please compare people with comparable experience.

Dude also went through a ton of issues as a young kid and has a severe inferiority complex, guilt at being revived instead of Erwin and the constant pressure of living in Erwin's shadow. Add to that his best friend of 19 years disappears, forces him to nuke a port and kill people against his desires, then pushes him away, doesn't explain shit, snaps and goes on a mass murder spree - you have a guy under extreme duress and he's still thinking of the big picture on Paradis, that genocide is wrong even though it's his best friend doing it. He has already subconsciously realised that they cannot stop Eren without joining hands with the same enemies they tried to kill a while ago. So despite having a mental breakdown, he still goes to get Falco back, because as a person, he values humanity and understanding above everything and can't watch another one of his comrades lose his shit and feed a lil kid to a Titan.

I also believe that Armin knew Falco was a decent kid, considering what he was taught in Marley, and choosing to save him was symbolic in that Armin wants to save the one kid who sees through the fucked up hate. In this moment he was the closest he'd ever been to Erwin (since Erwin's death) with that calculated risk, but also very true to being *himself* , very Armin, because he jumped to his death, aka, selfless. Rescuing Falco was a v good call, not only because the kid is a shifter and therefore necessary to form the alliance, but also cuz if you are a manga reader, well, you know why. He slapped sense into Connie, rescued Falco, showed a young Gabi what compassion meant and won her trust , and laid down the foundation for the Alliance before even knowing Hange and Levi were alive. He always sees the bigger picture.

And don't even start with the whole AruAni hate, they had a thing going on right from S1 during training years. If anything, Bert's memories of Marley only reinforced his already existing feelings for Annie and he "understood" her. He didn't forgive her. He "understood" her. See what I'm getting at? AruAni only further supports the fact that children of war are just children in the end, and love can permeate even that imaginary barrier of being on "opposite sides". It's a beautiful ship and I'm fucking glad it's canon. Something to smile about in this depressing show T_T

Kenny's ideology of "everyone being a slave to something" applies to nearly everyone on the show. But not Armin. From his birth, he has only been motivated by one thing - curiosity to see, curiosity to understand, curiosity to experience. There is nothing that ties him down so much that he can't die and give up. He is arguably the most "free" character in the whole of SnK.

Eren sets out to achieve freedom at the cost of freedom itself. But for Armin, freedom is simply the beauty of simple, little things. They are the two sides of the same coin.

I'm not being aggressive in any way, my comment is only to throw some light on Armin's character. I respect everybody's opinions at the end of the day and I'm not engaging in any wars.

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The love we gave away

Chapter 6

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Word count: 2.5K

Warning: the Thromby/Drysdale family they're a warning all of their own, mentions of drinking, angst, implied past child abuse, idk what else...

A/N: Here we have the long awaited follow up. A new character is introduced, will he be competition for Ransom? 👀 The Thromby/Drysdale family are the worst, at least the adults are. I have made Harlan more of the father figure that Ransom deserved.

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Ransom was more annoyed than usual. His family bickered amongst each other over the most mundane things, he couldn’t bear it. Not even with a drink or two of his grandfather’s best  scotch. He should have known better than to come for family dinner on Friday night. Joni was going on and on about some new facial cream or diet or something very vain. Richard and Linda were arguing again. Walt was talking with Harlan about who knows what. Probably trying to persuade him to fire Ransom. 

“What are you sulking about now?” Linda’s attention moved from her husband to her son. 

“Nothing mother. It’s not like you’d actually care, you never have.” 

“Show your mother some respect.” Richard snaps at his son. That gets the attention of everyone in the room.

“Like you do?”

“You know, it’s a good thing you didn’t get stuck raising those little brats with that gold digging whore you had in high school. They’d be little shits just like you.” 

His family loved to bring that up. Throw his kids in his face as if they had been a mistake. But he knew that they weren’t. Sure, neither of you were ready to have children at 17 but that didn’t mean that he didn’t love them. And knowing them now Ransom is sure that they are the best part of him.

“You don’t know shit Richard. I sure as hell would have been a better father than you.”

His parents, Walt, Joni and Donna all laugh at him. 

“You, a good father? Please, a snake could raise a kid better than you.” 

“Eat shit Richard.” Ransom snarls. 

It took everything in him not to close the distance between himself and his father and wipe that smug smirk off his face. Ransom knew better than to fall into their little games but after everything that happened at the wedding a week ago. Neither time nor distance have made him feel better. Ransom knows he should have gone after you but the look on your face after he said what he did left him frozen in place. He’s never been good with apologies but he knows he has to make it right with you. 

“Watch your mouth before I remind you of your place.” Richard snapped back as he made his way toward Ransom.

“What are you gonna do old man? You think you can put your hands on me like you used to? I’d love it if you gave me a reason to kick your ass.” 

“That’s enough.” Harlan speaks up. “If you can’t behave like an adult you can leave.” 

“You heard dad, Ransom. Are you leaving or are you staying?” 

Ransom glares at his mother. 

“I was speaking to you Linda and your husband. You should know better than to provoke him.” 

“That is outrageous. You’re going to kick me out of my own home over this pathetic excuse of a son?” 

“This isn’t your house, Linda, it’s mine. Out. Everyone and I don’t want to hear excuses.” Harlan says as he gets up to go to his study. “Come with me Ransom.” 

Ransom stands and for the first time the whole week he manages to at least smirk, satisfied that everyone is left whining and bitching. 

****

“Sit and tell me what happened.” Harlan motions to the chairs next to the table he has a chessboard set up.  

Ransom grimaces at the memory of everything that happened at the wedding and his harsh words towards you. 

“I fucked up.” Ransom says as he picks up a chess piece and inspects it. Harlan raises an eyebrow at the curse word. “I messed up and probably ruined everything with Y/N.” 

“How so?” 

Ransom sighs and explains the wonderful weekend you’d had together before the wedding, leaving out the details of sleeping together of course. Then he explains how Bertie had just shown up without warning even though he had broken up with her. Finally Ransom explained the fight you’d had and what he’d said. 

“That temper of yours will always get you in trouble.” Harlan finally says but he sends an empathetic look Ransom's way. “So do you want to fix it?”

“Of course I do.” 

“Why?” 

“Because I have to. I have to do right by Y/N for once in my miserable life and for the kids. They don’t need to be caught up in the mess I created.” 

“That’s all? Those are the only reasons?” Harlan says with a knowing smile on his face. 

“Yes those are the only reasons.” 

Harlan scoffs and shakes his head but doesn’t say anything. He learned a long time ago that it’s easier to let Ransom come to his own realizations instead of throwing them in his face. 

“Fine, I still love Y/N. I’m in love with her. These last few weeks and this past weekend reminded me of it.” Ransom was up and pacing the length of the study. When he turned to look back at his grandfather he found a smug smirk on the older man’s lips and he rolled his eyes. “I never stopped loving her but I wasn’t good enough for her then and I’m obviously not good enough for her, for them, now.” 

“So then get better.” 

“It’s not that simple.” 

“Sometimes it is. But you have to start by figuring out what will happen between you and Alberta and apologizing to both of them.” 

“Both of them?” 

“Yes. Alberta for stringing her along and Y/N for everything else. Sit down and have a real conversation. Lay everything out on the table so that if you start a relationship again that it’s on good terms and not haunted by the mistakes of the past.” Harlan says as he gets up. “And bring me my great grandkids soon. I’d very much like to meet them.”

 With that Harlan walks out and leaves Ransom to think on what he should do first. 

You walk into Wanda’s home with a bottle of wine in hand. She loved to host small dinner parties. Wanda especially loved to introduce her and her husband’s friends to each other. You weren’t surprised to walk in and see a few people already sitting and chatting but your eyes are pulled to someone in particular across the room. 

“I’d recognize that hair anywhere.” You say with a laugh once you’re close enough. “Hi Ari.” 

“Y/N?” He turned around and smiled. “Wow what a small world.”

“Small indeed.” 

You accept the hug he offers you and chuckle when he lifts you up slightly.

“It’s been so long, you look as beautiful as ever.” 

“Me? What about you? You look amazing.” You say as you give him a quick up and down. He had filled in quite nicely. His shoulders were stronger and broader. The jeans he wore accentuated his strong thighs and you were sure that under the button up he wore was a wall of pure muscle. 

“Hey, Y/N. I’m glad you made it.” Wanda came up and gave you a side hug. “Do you know Ari? He and Viz are working on a project together.” 

“Yes. We actually met a long time ago in Italy.” 

“Fun times.”

“Yeah, they were.” You smirked.

“This is great. Do you mind if I borrow Y/N for just a moment?” 

“Not at all. I’ll be here.” Ari winks and watches as you walk away. 

****

“Oh my god. You know Ari? I invited him to introduce you. This is even better.” Wanda ranted as she held and shook you slightly. 

“Wanda, I’m not looking for anything with anyone right now.” 

“Because of asshole Ransom? Please, you know the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.” 

“Last time I got over Ransom was with Ari. I don’t think it really would be fair for that to happen again.” 

“Oh please,” Wanda waved her hand dismissively. “You’ve never truly gotten over Ransom and you’re older now.” She grabs a wine glass and a bottle to serve you a drink.

“Thanks for that.” 

“I mean, you’ve learned a lot since you last saw Ari. Things are different now.” 

“Wanda I love you with all of my heart and you are one of my closest friends but please don’t meddle.” You grab the glass of wine Wanda had offered and take a sip. 

“Fine. Although I’m completely against you not climbing him like a tree. I mean have you seen him?” 

“Yes Wanda I saw him.” 

“Ok but did you look at him? I mean as a designer anything you put him in he’d look good. Especially your bed.” 

“Wanda!” You chastise her as she walks away laughing. 

**** 

The room was starting to get stuffy and overwhelming with drunken chatter so you stepped out onto Wanda’s balcony. The twinkling lights of the city lay below you and you sigh as your thoughts go back to Ransom. The weekend had been so special, like a move in the right direction. Your hurt and jealousy drove you to push his buttons. It should have come as no surprise that he responded the way he did but he had never talked to you like that. Maybe you didn’t know him at all anymore and that broke your heart just a little more. You spent the whole week thinking over what you could have done differently. Maybe if you would have let him explain things would be different. 

“Getting all the answers you need over there?” Ari’s voice pulls you from your thoughts.

“What makes you think I need answers?” 

You turn to watch as he walks over and leans against the railing. 

“Did you forget I met you in Italy? You had the same face back then.” 

“Same face I’ve had all my life.” You quip weakly. 

“And a beautiful one at that. But I’m talking about the pouty look you have right now. If memory serves me right it was because of a guy that broke your heart.” 

You had been looking at the city again when you turned your head and gaze at him. He was right back then and he was right now. 

“I’ll take your silence as a yes. What happened, if you don’t mind me asking?” He’s looking at you now, watching for any change in your expression.

“The same guy did the same thing.” 

Ari shakes his head and stands up straight. He turns his body completely towards you and leans his hip against the railing. His arms come to sit across his broad chest. 

“Give me his name and I’ll kick his ass.” 

You chuckle and wave a hand dismissively at him. 

“It’s my own fault really. I actually hadn’t seen him since before Italy and we reconnected recently. I thought there were some feelings there but I guess I was wrong.” You shrug your shoulders. “Nothing much too it. And I can’t really just cut him out of my life right now so I’m trying to be prepared for when I see him again.” 

Ari just nodded. He watched you intently though. 

“I know what will cheer you up.” 

“Do tell.” 

“A night out with me and some dessert. Why don’t we get out of here?” He stretched his hand out for you to take.

Ari was always an adventure and he always found a way to take you along for the ride.

You woke up the next day around noon. There was a dull ache behind your eyes and you groaned when you opened them just to be met with sunlight. The night with Ari had been fun but you should have known better than to assume you would get regular dessert. He managed to find a place that sold boozy desserts. That added with your two glasses of wine gave you a hangover. Overall it was a fun night, it reminded you of the summer days in Italy. When Ari would pick you up and you’d run around freely in the city. It also helped to keep your mind off of Ransom. 

You drag yourself to the bathroom and once you’re done with your morning routine you grab your phone. Wanda sent you a reminder for a dress you needed to work on and you had a few texts from Ransom, Ari, Abigail and Theadore. You reply to them, except for Ransom and decide to get dressed in order to head into your office to get some much needed work done. 

****

You’d been in your office for hours. Most of your time was spent drawing, choosing fabrics, cutting out patterns and then changing things around. The sun had started to set, the last few rays filled your work space with golden light. It only inspired you more. You were so engrossed in your work you didn’t hear the footsteps coming closer. 

Ransom stood in the doorway. You looked beautiful bathed in the golden glow of the disappearing sun. His heart ached as he watched you diligently and meticulously pin the fabric together. This was you in your true element. He’d seen it countless times and he’d missed it. After watching you work for a few minutes he knocked, startling you. Your eyes snap up to the door and the smile that was forming on your lips vanishes when you realize that it’s him. 

“Hey.” Ransom says cautiously. 

“What do you want?”

“I wanted to talk. I messaged you but you didn’t answer.”

“So you decided to drop by instead?” You  step away from the dress you had been working on and cross your arms. 

Ransom sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Look, what happened at the wedding-“

“Should have never happened. It’s obvious we weren’t on the same page about what it meant.” 

Ransom’s heart was practically thrashing in his chest. 

“What did it mean to you?” He walked into the room. 

“It doesn’t matter what it meant. The moment is over and we can just continue our lives like before.” 

“What about Theodore and Abigail?” 

“I can be civil towards you around them if necessary but I think it’s best if we spend time with them separately from now on.” You could barely look at him, it hurt too much. Tears were starting to gather in your eyes. 

“No. I don’t want to do that. Fuck, I want to fix this, Thimble. What I said at the wedding? I didn’t mean any of it. I was an asshole and I deserve you being angry at me but don’t give up on us just yet. I want us to be together.” He said as he stepped closer to you only to have you move away from him. “I’m sorry ok. Give me a chance. I promise I won’t fuck this up.”  

“I can’t. You’ll just break my heart again and I won’t be able to take it. Not again, not after everything we’ve already been through.”   

A heavy tension hung in the air. The only sound was your deep breaths as you tried to hold back your tears. Ransom opened his mouth to say something but decided against it. He knew that if he wanted to convince you he was serious about this relationship he’d have to show you. Instead he turned and started to leave and you felt like your heart was breaking all over again anyways.

“I’m going to make this right.” Ransom promises before leaving. 

Ch. 7

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ROUND 1 BRACKET A

Deidre belongs to @sublimenol

Bertie belongs to @bobvelsebishot

Find out more about them below!

Deidre: (image credit @/ficusart)

Deirdre is a stoic and aloof deer who takes her family's old noble history with the utmost importance. Even if none of her ancestor's power or position matter in the modern era, she still is most comfortable trying to act out the part of a knight errant. Her stoicism and intensity is mostly cover for the fact she has very little social skills and can be an awkward goober when it comes to things outside of experience. She has been fighting for the Restoration since it was the Resistance, though she constantly doubts how helpful her axe-based skill set is in "Restoring" things.

She enjoys the sophistication and excitement of cities, though she's terribly unfamiliar with them. She also has an intense love of cocoa and is very particular about using the best quality ingredients when serving others.

Bertie:

She's a bearded dragon, and she loves to sing. However, she sucks at it. She thinks most weather is cold, except for insanely hot weather, which she takes off her scarf for and often remarks "Damn, finally some warm weather." This usually elicits outraged responses from the others that are along the lines of: "What the FUCK, Bertie, it's WAY too hot right now!" She loves to eat worms and crickets, which, just for comedic purposes, I hc that worms on Mobius are outrageously large. So she eats them on hot dog buns. She calls em "Worm dogs". One time, she offered Sonic a bite of hers when he was complaining that he was starving, and he looked at her like she had just killed a baby or something.

She lives on Angel Island in a cave, and Knuckles didn't know she lived there for a good portion of his life. When he did discover her, he tried to fight her, in which she breathed fire at him and he was pretty shaken up by it. (Oh, did I mention she can selectively breathe fire after eating a specific type of worm that comes from Angel Island?)

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intro .. ~ 𖤐⭒๋࣭⭑

basics 💜

🛸my name is milli, you can also call me para or zebub! (other names i like to be called are jecka, zi, seven, lar, twi, & gen)

🌿DID system, AuDHD, cancer survivor, ♐︎, ENG/ESP

👻my prns are irk/it/zir/chem/bot and i also use he/him

🪲ENTJ 1w9 SO Chol, 16yo

🦇nihilist, occultist (daemonolatry study), theistic satanist

toyhouse, twitter (art), twitter (main), youtube, comic, carrd (soon)

`` . . . . `` hellooo! i am a furry artist & casual V-artist streamer but mostly on tumblr i just indulge in fandom stuff ✩ here i sometimes post my art, talk abt my comic & mostly just interact with other people... tl;dr i am a lurker more than a poster

im also a highschool dropout anddd studying to get a GED and get into an art college rn!

fandoms🔥

⋆｡°✩ CURRENT HYPERFIX: my little pony, hyperdimension neptunia, murder drones💜

murder drones, saw franchise, aggretsuko, invader zim, kakegurui, breaking bad, beastars, l4d2, fnaf, kwite, ironmouse, K-ON, R.A.T.S., gemini home entertainment, bojack horseman, tuca & bertie, sex education, class of 09, transformice, skullgirls, sam & max, meemeows, aphmau, scott pilgrim, regretevator, hyperdimension neptunia, assassins creed, lucky star, DDLC, MMPOH, The Cat Returns, IANOWT, TEOTFW, Yansim (sorry!), Roblox DOORS, MMHOPH, Kittydog, Animaniacs, PATB, Vampair, Mystery Skulls,

kins👽

Uzi Doorman, Luka (FCU), Sadie Miller, Maximillion (S&M), Roxie Richter, ASDF Cow, Starlight Glimmer, Shuriken (Phighting), Dib Membrane, Brett Hand, Tome Kurata, Huohuo (H:SR), Darlene Anderson, Jecka ('09), Neptune (HDN), Zooble, Nana Ashida, Akira Kogami, Konata Izumi, sayori.chr, Haru Yoshioka, Sydney Novak, Figure (DOORS), Mao Mao, Wakko

friends😈

@mel10k my best friend ever since we were little babies... he knows my deepest darkest secrets his only flaw is that hes horrible at actually everything

@rt-lots raegan my coworker buddy... very very smart and funny, a beautiful writer, & co-creator of our comic! cute cute CUTE GOOD art & he tries so hard everyday so check her out

@horriblegonzo insane little thing. we bonded over being cringe years ago and now were friends forever. she draws fucked up monsters and shit; read honks comic

@sparrowofsardinia raegans brother... hes cool I FUCKING GUESS. funny and has good taste in stuff.... hi charlie. thanks for being my movie night buddy

+more who either dont have tumblr or idk their tumblr so lmk 👾

DNI

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[crisalidaseason]

how do you think each of aot characters kiss?

Hard question, I'll do my best!

Warnings ⚠️ Descriptions of kissing! PDA, Making out.

AoT characters kissing headcannons

Mikasa

Shy kisser, at least in public. Her kisses are very domestic, quick and usually happen early in the morning, right before sleeping, when she's been appart from her partner for too long. I think kissing holds a deep meaning for her and making out isn't frequent unless is a super intense situation.

Eren

Clingy and annoying kisser, but not in a bad way. He just loves physical affection so kisses are a must! Also doesn't care about PDA at all, will kiss his partner in public shamelessly. He is a messy kisser, will in fact try to eat his partner's face.

Armin

Cute devil kisser. Much like Mikasa, he is not into PDA and prefers more of a domestic setting when it comes to kissing. But he is also a menace a little clingy too, kisses are very slow and soft, also very frequent although he asks for consent every single time!

Connie

Emotional kisser. I know, he is constantly joking, but I think he would be dead serious about affection. He gives his partner little pecks on the cheeks and lips out in public, but real kissing and making out is for important and emotional moments. Since he is a funny boy, he also gets sad easily, so kissing is kind of his serotonin booster.

Jean

Passionate kisser. He is a hopeless romantic, loves kissing his partner anytime, for no reason at all. A very very good kisser, be careful, your legs might not work afterwards. Loves PDA, but HATES seeing it (like, the audacity!). Does the little smile while kissing.

Sasha

Joker kisser. She can't kiss seriously, always teasing her partner. LOVES imitating the "lady and tramp" spaghetti kiss or sharing a pocky. But on a serious note, she is such a cute kisser too, she holds the partner's face and kisses them all over.

Levi

Doesn't kiss in public AT ALL! Kisses are extremely intimate and private, not so frequent. His kisses are usually very soft and long (it usually ends with him kissing his partner's forehead).

Erwin

Much like Levi, he's a complete private kisser. He is way more passionate and his kisses are way more frequent than Levi's, but still holds a lot of vulnerability and intimacy. Doesn't understand the concept of making out though, but will indulge in it for his partner.

Hange

Honestly, doesn't really understand the appeal of kissing but will try for their partner's sake. Will do it like a science experiment and probably ask people how they do it just for researching purpose. For a clueless person, they kiss very well! They prefer brushing noses.

Reiner

The crying kisser. This man is a depressed bean. Much like Connie, kisses are a serotonin boost for him. He is a very desperate kisser, maybe because he's scared of loosing his lover. His kisses are fast, intense and very wet from his tears.

Berthold

Quick and innocent peck kind of guy. He is tall, making out and intense kissing is not something his height allows him to do (unless the partner is also very tall, but Bertie is almost 2 meters!). Although in private, while in bed, he is a very slow kisser, just basking in the moment and caressing the partner's face.

Annie

Awkward kisser. Just like Hange, can't see the appeal but only because she is a little too scared of intimacy. Once she feels safe and more open, her kisses are very romantic and careful. Will hold her lover's neck. LONG kissing afternoon sessions.

Pieck

Pieck is an angel! She loves to kiss her partner anytime and anywhere. Her kisses are lazy and sleepy, but very dreamy too. Although she hates kissing with chapstick or lipstick texture going on, so she will remove it or ask her partner to remove it as well if they wear it.

Porco

Low-key pretends he doesn't like kissing in public but is a sucker for PDA. Also smiles while kissing (I love this man) and is such a messy kisser too! Lots of tongue.

Colt

Extremely shy kisser, even in private. He like to take things slow and calmly and his kisses reflect that. He loves to give small pecks to his partners lips, nose and forehead. He will absolutely die from shame if he tries making out with his partner.

Zeke

Honestly, not much of a kisser. He enjoys it, but doesn't really care (only does it for his partner). His kisses are quite good and he tries his best to keep the beard very clean and tidy to make the experience better.

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❤️

❤Favorite character

Zolf Smith!!! BIG honorable mentions to Sasha and Hamid though.

👿Least favorite character

Barrett for sure, dishonorable mention to Shoin.

💐Comfort character

Hmmm I'm still not totally clear as to what a comfort character is vs. like a favorite character, but I must have some idea because I'm inclined to pick Hamid for this one. Idfk he's just a little guy, he's been here the whole time, growing and changing, he's problematic but trying his very best, and he's too cute. He screams comfort.

While I'm at it with the over-answering, Oscar Wilde. I like that even when he's being a pain in the ass on purpose he's quite clearly just a good guy if you read even slightly between the lines. Trusted him with my life ever since the anti-bertie article, and he only got better and better. I want him to have nice things forever and let's face it he got the nicest thing (Zolf) so I'm tearing up right now just thinking about it.

I think answering this question actually kind of helped me figure out what the difference between a favorite and a comfort character is, and why I didn't feel right picking Zolf here. Zolf stresses me out but it's fun.

😍Character you have the biggest crush on:

Z o l f, the crush is massive and a problem on a daily basis. Idk man I'm in love with him, it ouches.

🤝Character you relate to the most

Harrison Campbell. I just wanna write books and please keep Bertrand Macguffingham far, far away from me.

🔥Character you think is overrated

Going to go with Apophis. I don't absolutely despise him but I'm not a fan and he gets so much lore, screen time, and badass moments, which is fine, I won't say they're not cool but I might be shouting "booo" while it's happening at the same time.

🧨Character you love to hate

Oh Bertie easily he's hilariously the fucking worst but I'm so glad he exists.

🙈Character you always forget exists

This is a character flaw of mine but I constantly forget about Ed. Even though I adore Ed there were multiple times when people mentioned an Ed or Edward and I was like who the fuck are we talking about for a second before I was like RIGHT THE HIMBO PALADIN AGAIN.

🐰Favorite non-human character

Considering most of them are non-human I'm going to cheat and instead pick my favorite human character which is Sasha. I still miss her since rome, love how she was acrobatics-sexual, love her relationship with gargoyles and general awkwardness. She changed so much over time but was great from start to finish, and I can't stress how happy I am that she got to live a full and at least somewhat peaceful life.

❤️‍🩹Character who deserved better

Sumutnyerl's abrupt death so far from home in such miserable circumstances and the way the timing made it impossible for anyone around to have time to mourn mildly devastated me (thank you Skraak). Not to mention the way Tesla took advantage of their relationship and the guilt she must've felt and how that didn't get explored beyond one night she was miserable and resetless and the next day she was dead. Super brutal when life and death for the NPC's is controlled by cold chaotic dice rolls (and whether or not a player character is in love with you 😉).

[your-average-genshin-enjoyer]

- ♡ Short Valentine's scenarios/headcanons with the Gosho boys ♡ -

Characters: Kudō Shinichi, Hattori Heiji and Kuroba Kaito x reader(separately, I don't write for Hakuba since I don't know how).

WARNINGS: Might be OOC(Out of character), and I may interpret valentine's in the wrong way since I haven't celebrate it personally.

a/n: Doing this since it's February and to warm up for writing the requests on my drafts, I'M SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG MY MOTIVATION IS JUST GONE TT(and happy late valentine's)

- Kudō Shinichi -

~ Not something too grand, just your casual dates like going to libraries and coffee shops/café, or dates at home such as cooking and reading together. Or he'll go to an amusement park like Tropical land with you if he wants something more grand. ~ Asks Ran on what to give you for valentine's since she seems to be the fastest solution, but ends up discussing for 3 hours since he's kind of picky about her ideas. Not that he dislikes it, he just wants the best for you. ~ If you are staying in his house for the night he'll try to make you breakfast in bed, but his cooking skills is not really helping him so in the end, he made you a mug of coffee and some toasts much to his disappointment. ~ When he receives your valentine's gift he is just the cutest, He's trying his best to remain composed but he can't hide his little blush, he might seem hesitant to take your gift but it's just because he's not sure if it really was for him. ~ If you two are not dating yet, one of the ways he may confessed to you is by giving you a book you've been wanting before you go home, and in that book is a confession letter he wrote painstakingly attached on the first chapter. The gifts he might give you include: 》 A book you've been wanting. 》 A pack of your favorite coffee/drink. 》 Night lamp. 》 Tiny box of coffee flavored chocolate.

- Hattori Heiji -

~ Let's be honest, you two will either relax and slack off at home snuggling each other, or just straight up go on a trip to anywhere you two are feeling like going(if you two are free). ~ He called Shinichi to ask about what to do for valentine's day, but he got suggested to ask Kazuha instead and Shinichi hanged up before he could say anything, so he argue discuss valentine's plans with Kazuha since she's the only female friend he have. ~ If you two are free and not tired, he'll offer you if you want to go around Osaka with his motorcycle, and go on a stroll to search for some street foods that might catch you and Heiji's eyes. ~ He will look at you with eyes wide like saucers, and a dumbfounded look on his face when he receive your valentine's gift. Even though it's so obvious, he has the audacity to ask if it's for him while pointing at himself. ~ One of his confession methods is a rather cliché one. He'll spend almost the whole day with you and before it gets dark, he'll take you to a quiet and peaceful place, or where you two first met, and tell you his feelings with his own mouth, word by word. The kind of gifts you can possibly get from him include: 》 Cap of your favorite baseball team to match with him. 》 Sweater/Jacket so you won't get cold since you often go out with him. 》 A "normal" box of chocolate that has random flavors(like Bertie Bott's) 》 A funny card game like joking hazard for you and him to mess around.

- Kuroba Kaito -

~ This man is a handful, the moment valentine starts your day is gonna be filled with even more surprises, compliments and flirty remarks than you ever had usually(which is 24/7). ~ Another man who argues with his only female fellow about valentine ideas, but instead of being picky like Shinichi, it was Aoko who rejects his ideas since they're too bizarre. Either way he ignores her in the end and goes to execute his ideas. ~ He will make his daily magic tricks that he shows you more romantic focused, and sometimes will be followed by a smooth pick up line or a very bad but somehow still romantic dad joke. ~ When he receives your valentine's gift he'll still put his calm elegant act, saying he's flattered and he appreciates your effort, but to say he's ecstatic and giddy on the inside is an understatement. ~ One of his confession method is by sending you anonymous poems and a love confession beforehand, and then revealing himself. He might seem calm, but if you pay enough attention you might see the slight flush that resides at the tip of his ears as he reveals himself to you. Some gifts that he may give you: 》 A book on how to do magic tricks so you can start doing tricks with him. 》 Hairclip/brooch of your favorite playing card symbol. 》 A little teddy bear holding a stem of rose. 》 A box of chocolate that has flirty messages and corny love jokes.

[yeah-thats-probably-it]

More things I think would happen if Jeeves and Wooster were on DS9

Part 1 Part 1.5

It's a bit harder in space than in London for Bertie's relatives and school friends to track him down and beg for favors. Unfortunately, Jeeves’s reputation as a problem-solver has spread around the station, and the problems Bertie's NEW friends bring to him are even more ridiculous.

Week after week: "Help, I got Zanthi fever at the Gratitude Festival and now my fiancée won't speak to me"—"I love a girl from a few star systems over, but on her homeworld unmarried men and women are only allowed to communicate via each other's same-gender parent and her mom hates me"—"Your Uncle Tom wants a rare silver thing but this asshole Ferengi trader won't let him have it" (sometimes his relatives DO visit)

When he doesn’t end up with dubiously legal, stolen, or dangerous alien merchandise smuggled aboard his ship against his will (and also when he does), he keeps managing to stumble coincidentally into the exact combination of words and actions that make up some alien culture's courtship ritual (nobody told him that on Glorgon, pushing somebody into a body of water is considered the first step in a marriage proposal!)

The Gussie/Madeline/Spode love triangle follows him to space, obviously. No matter where he is in the galaxy, fiancé(e)s of the week will come and go, but the Gussie/Madeline/Spode love triangle is a universal constant. There is no galaxy or universe he can escape to where the triangle will not follow.

I feel like this goes without saying, but Gussie is a human scientist stationed on Bajor to study newts native amphibious life forms found in the planet's rivers. He and Bertie still went to school together. Spode is a firebrand Bajoran nationalist politician who had ties to the Circle before their failed coup, but not quite enough for anything to be proved against him.

Bassett Madeline is a Bajoran astronomer who writes poetry on the side and visits the station sometimes to help with research on the wormhole. She’s actually a very qualified scientist, but there’s nothing stopping her from knowing how the stars work AND believing they’re the Prophets’ daisy chain.

Kira really, REALLY wants to like her. She wants to like her so badly. Another highly accomplished religious Bajoran woman is visiting, she should be thrilled! They have so much to talk about! Madeline's fervor toward their shared faith is nothing less than admirable and inspiring and an example to us all, and not at ALL "mawkish" or "a bit much," JULIAN, and no Kira does NOT have a headache, but on second thoughts maybe she should head to the infirmary just in case.

Fortunately, Madeline is usually on the station to work with Jadzia, who regards her mushy tendencies with gentle amusement.

Kira eventually warms to Madeline somewhat when, one day, she (Madeline) visits the station after a fight with Gussie, and Jadzia, taking pity, invites her to play Camelot with her and Kira in the holosuites. Kira has to grit her teeth through the first half, but the three of them end up bonding when something inevitably goes wrong with the safety protocols and they have to fight a real dragon or something. Kira still wouldn't call Madeline her best friend, but she can find it in herself to tolerate the daisy-chain talk with a more bonhomous spirit.

Bertie has no idea any of this is happening, but is just grateful that Jadzia managed to whisk Madeline off to the holosuites before she could try to marry HIM again. He has the Bajoran Rite of Separation memorized by heart and he's running out of bowls.

He also isn't sure what all that was about when Jadzia assured him that she's got this, don't worry about it, you go on and spend some quality time with Jeeves, and then winked at him. Or why this made Jeeves tighten his jaw by the minutest degree and disappear to "supervise repairs," even though Bertie is almost certain there are no repairs left to be done.

It's all a bit rummy, but Jadzia is a dependable sort of cove, and if she says there's nothing to worry about then he trusts there's nothing to worry about. She's a bit like Jeeves in that respect, what? So he shrugs it off and goes to play darts with Julian and Miles instead.

Bertie is obviously a common fixture at the dartboard in Quark's. He also plays tennis with Julian sometimes (Miles being kind of done with tennis after what happened last time). Quark tried to start a betting pool on their games one time, but hit a snag when it turned out that many of the non-human bar customers had trouble telling the competitors apart.

Bertie once sat with Jadzia over a couple drinks as she patiently tried to explain the concept of joined Trill to him (he had been asking about why Sisko calls her "old man"). The discussion ended with Jadzia kindly patting him on the shoulder and inviting him to a game of Dabo.

As it happens, there weren't really any repairs to be done on the ship, but in pretending he was carrying out inspections Jeeves DID discover a hidden device on the warp engine that would have caused everyone on the station to hallucinate their worst enemy's face onto random strangers when the engine was engaged, so the day wasn't a complete wash.

(He kept the device instead of reporting it, naturally. You never know what might come in handy some day. But the plot would have fallen apart anyway, as the aliens who'd planted it suddenly found themselves succumbing to infighting after their first officer received an anonymous message alerting them to the fact that the captain had been planning to short the crew on their pay.)

[slayingqueenchal]

Hiiii, will you write a part two of Stay away from

me, y/n? Pretty pleaseeeee

your Wish, my command

Stay away from me, y/n (2) | Regulus black x reader

PART 1 | PART 2

Like the first one y/n is james's little sister, and an insecure reg black :( , a bit slow, and it's about y/n being reminded about him, (happy ending), fluff and angst

Y/N/N : your nickname

You left him standing, going to your friends. You had go act like everything was fine. "Hi" You said, coming to the Gryffindor table.

"Hey! " James said. "Hey" You replied back. You sat besides James. "Everything alright? " Asked Remus. Remus, Remus was the most un-oblivius boy in the whole marauder. But you knew you had to reply with "yeah, I'm fine," And 'smiled'.

"Good were coming to the zonko's, you want anything? Or do you wanna come" Asked sirius. "No, I'm good" You said. "Uhm, I need to go to my dorm, uhm goodni, I mean, good morning! " You said going to the Slytherins common room.

You felt a wave of emotions coming through. You couldn't sob in the middle of the great Hall can you, anyone who does that is mental.

While going to the common room, you saw him with Pandora. She was a good friend, but you couldn't help but be jealous.

But it wasn't your place to be jealous was it? He did say 'I love you' but it's nonsense. The only person in the black family that'll like you is sirius, and he's your other brother basically.

Ofcourse you went to your room, and cried. Its as if you broke up with someone, but you Were not dating. It hurts more than that.

You curled up your covers and just try not to think about anything but thats when it hit you. You know he loves you, or so he said, and, you Love him. Why dont you just solve this? But it isnt that easy isnt it.

Having to go to his not-so-good-friend isnt a very good idea, but its theres no choice. Not now, you're not going to talk now.

"Geez y/n, are you alright? " Pandora asked, carrying a bixt. "What the-How did you? What? " You took off your covers.

"I asked some first year to open it for me, 'said I was meeting a friend" Pandora then said "well, Regulus wanted to give you something".

"No he doesn't" You sighed. "He does, here" The ravenclaw gave you the neatly tied dark green box.

You opened it, and the first thing you saw was a purple pygmy puff. And berties botts beans. And a letter. You opened it.

'Dear y/n,

I'm sorry that I, said such things and have been ignoring you. I haven't seen you anywhere. And I think James know, heck, the whole marauders know. They've been giving me.. Some stares. And I knew from that you've told them. I'm sorry.

I just want you to know that I was not avoiding you because of you. It was because of me. I have feelings for you, I like you. It's not like how sirius likes you. It's different.

I love laughing with you, in a different way from Peter. I love studying with you, in a different way from Remus. I love you in a different way from James. Everything about you is perfect too.

And if you want to talk, I'll be in the courtyard, meet me and 5

Love, R.A.B'

"Oh Reggie, wait, isn't it still 12? " You asked. "No, y/n, It's almost 5! " Pandora rushed you outside, carrying your pygmy puff.

You walked to the courtyard, and there he was. Sitting. "Reg? " You said. "Y/n, you came? " He said.

"Of course, I did, reg" You said. "Look, I'm sorry about everything I said and done, I swear none of it means anything" He said.

You stomach dropped. "It doesn't mean anything?, the I love you part was nothing? " You asked.

"Depends on how you want me to feel," Regulus looked at you. "Reg.. I love you, and my best hope is that you do too" You smiled, weakly.

"Y/n I love you" Said Regulus. "But what about your family? " You asked. "I'm going to do it like Sirius, I guess.. I'll be bad, get kicked out, and we can be together" He said. Bittersweet, mostly bitter.

"Reg, no, you can't leave your family" You backed out from him. "No, y/n, they're not my family, you are" Regulus said

And you probably know who stayed for the whole summer in you and James's house.

"Brother, I have 100% forgiven you for your doings" Said Sirius while hugging regulus. That moment is where Regulus's life became better.

[selene-and-the-cold]

☕️ and 💧for Silas and Bertie?

Yesterday, I reblogged this great list of snz fall prompts by @buckysnose and was sent this great ask for Silas and Bertie.

Warm drinks ☕️

Sniffles 💧

I really loved the prompt combination, Kaze, and was excited to write for the two of them again. Thank you so much for sending this ask <3 I hope you'll enjoy this little ficlet.

These are my two Victorian-era- inspired OCs Silas and Albert. Their story so far can be read in Part 1 - Taking a Ride, as well as Part 2 - Taking a Rest. I am currently working on Part 3, but it might still take a while.

This little scene is set at some point after Part 3 of their story. It can be read on its own and I apologise for the title as well as for any mistakes because this is not beta-ed.

Warnings: two men in love, one of them with a cold, the other with a valet as cool as a cucumber. Nakedness is mentioned, but not explicitly described. And somehow they are drinking alcohol again. It seems to be their thing. Brief mention of naughty things done with a tasseled belt. And of course some snz.

***

Frolicking (OCs, M/M, cold)

"I don't know what you were thinking!,"Albert chided, giving Silas a reproachful look as he hovered over him like an angry bee, then fussed some more as he pried the soaking wet coat off Silas' body. Silas just let it happen, trying his best not to exasperate his friend even more. He shivered slightly, even though Albert's rooms were nice and warm as always, but the damp fabric clung to his body like a second skin.

"Once again, I... hhhehhh... I do apologize, Bertie. It's just that I longed to see you tonight, so I decided to come over for a surprise visit*snnnffff* I meant to sneak in rather stealthily with the key you gave me. It was never my intention to cause any trouble.. and I certainly did not mean to compromise you by letting Barker witness my arrival. ” At that, Albert suddenly stopped the fussing, hands resting on Silas' drenched lapels as he eyed him confusedly. "Barker? Why on earth...?”

It took a moment until the penny dropped and Albert caught Silas' meaning. Apparently, Silas was worried he was angry with him because Barker had seen him enter. Usually, Silas was very good at entering the house unnoticed, but his sodden shoes and trouser legs had naturally drawn the valet's attention as they had made the most horrific noise on the tiles in the downstairs hallway, no matter how hard Silas had tried to slink soundlessly along the hallway.

“Ooohhh...! Oh no, don't you worry about Barker, that's not what I meant,” Albert reassured him, waving his hand dismissively. “Barker won't mind, he is very discreet. No, I'm talking about you, my love! Walking all the way here in the pouring rain! Look at the state of you!" Albert gestured, while Silas kept dripping water from every inch of his being, soaking the plush carpet in Albert's private sitting room. Albert was not wrong. Silas was in an absolutely awful state. The sudden downpour had taken him by surprise only a few minutes after he had left his own house for a sneaky, late-evening visit to his friend. Of course he could have turned around and gone back home, but he had longed to see his Bertie, and besides they did not live THAT far from each other, did they?

In theory, they did not. However, Silas soon found that the downpour was only getting worse and that the distance between their respective dwellings seemed to cruelly stretch out further and further the heavier the raindrops pelted down on him and his fashionable, alas regrettably thin coat.

So Silas had arrived at Albert's town house a dripping wet mess. Barker had met the scene with an almost blank, neutral face. Only the hint of a smile and the slightest twitch of an eyebrow had suggested Barker's real thoughts on Silas' late-evening visit long after respectable calling hours, as the valet had taken him upstairs to Albert's private quarters without as much as a word on why Silas was there. It had all been terribly embarrassing. "I'm sorry, Bertie, please don't be cross with me. I couldn't bear it... heehhhh....Hehh'dzSHhIew!!!" "Ah, there we go! Now you've caught a chill from frolicking around in the rain!" "I did not 'frolic' I was merely walk...wahhhlkhiinnn...Ngg'TSSHiih!! *snffff* Hell's teeth! Excuse mbe!" Silas had hastily ducked to the side to avoid spraying Albert with the poorly stifled sneeze, annoyed with his nose for its terrible timing. Albert just clicked his tongue and gave Silas a withering look. "See?! Quod erat demonstrandum, my love." "It's been only a few sneezes, Bertie. If anything it's a slight case of the sniffles, nothing more... HhEdzZsHIh!! TSSHHIhh!!! *snnfff*" he clamped a gloved hand in front of his face, barely covering the set of sneezes that shook his frame and sent droplets of water flying from his drenched clothes as if he were a wet dog. "*snnnrrff* So sorry.... As I said, it is merely a case of the sniffles. Do not fret on my behalf. You keep fussing over nothing, Bertie!”

“Why don't you let me be the judge of that?,” Albert retorted, sounding audibly piqued. The truth was that Silas had felt not quite like himself for a few days already. He had suffered from a terrible headache and an irritatingly sore about two days ago. The sniffling and sneezing had started yesterday evening and he had felt tired and cranky all day. If he was completely honest, he had felt miserable and craved Albert's sweet, loving embrace and kind eyes, hence why he had decided to venture out for this night time visit despite the adverse conditions. And now he had ruined their evening by getting himself all wet and Albert all cross with him. Tears of frustration pricked Silas' eyes, causing Albert's stern look to soften instantly.

“Come, Sy, let's not squabble about this. The most important thing is that you are here now and that we have to get you warmed up, my love,” he said softly, his hands rubbing Silas' arms in a weak attempt to generate warmth for his sogging wet partner. “We can't have you catch a chill! Now, you stay put here in my quarters near the fireplace, while I go downstairs and organise a few things. And for goodness sake get out of these wet clothes!," Albert chided, since Silas still stood in his wet shirt, waistcoat and trousers, having only shrugged out of his coat, which lay forgotten on the floor in a sorry wet heap.

Silas wanted nothing more than to lean into Albert, to have him close his arms around him and kiss his neck, as was Albert's habit. He was still far too wet, though, so instead of folding himself into Albert's embrace, Silas began to peel the sodden fabric from his body.

“I'll get you one of my pajamas and the warm golden-brown dressing gown,” Albert announced softly, then stayed long enough to ensure that Silas did in fact undress, before he left him to it.

Albert's bedroom was directly connected to his private sitting room, so Silas did his best not to sneeze in Albert's earshot. He could not help the waves of shivers running down his spine, though, and soon he was shaking like a leaf as he tossed one item of clothing after the other on the growing wet pile of fabric. It really was a shame about the beautiful carpet.

“Here you are, my love, you can slip straight into these once you're done drying yourself off. I brought you a towel as well, just toss it on the pile when you're done with it,” Albert explained, sweetly but efficiently, his mind snapping into efficient mode so it would not have to linger on the worries about Silas.

“Thank you, dearest. I am so terribly sorry to be such a burden to you.. Hehh'DZzzSHHI!!”

Letting the last bit of clothing drop onto the pile, Silas snapped forward with a pitiful sneeze that had him sway on his feet. Tears threatened to well up once again, when Silas was suddenly painfully aware of his own vulnerability as he stood there, naked and shivery, barely able to keep his balance in the wake of the sneeze. He blinked, trying to force the tears down, when he suddenly felt himself wrapped into a fluffy towel and Albert's warm embrace.

“Bless you,” Albert whispered softly, his lips mere inches away from Silas' ear as he was hugging Silas from behind, wrapping the towel around his shivering frame. “You are not a burden, Sy. You are a gift I intend to keep protected for as long as I can.”

He turned him around to kiss him, then. Long and slow – a silent promise.

When their lips parted, Silas had stopped shivering.

“That's much better, isn't it, Sy? Now you towel yourself off, slip into my pajamas and get comfortable on the sofa. I'll be right back with a little something to warm you up.”

~~~~~

Some time later, Silas found himself bundled up in Albert's pajamas, the dressing gown with the tasseled belt, which Albert had once used to spank him, and a warm blanket around himself. Next to him on the side table stood a tray laden with the most delicious treats. It seemed that Albert had raided the kitchen for him, since there were biscuits, a steaming cup of tea, as well as another mug filled with a fortifying hot toddy. The first few sips had filled Silas' cold body with a heavy wave of warmth, and he had finally been able to relax.

He had taken quite a few more sips since then and thus felt a little drowsy, his cheeks red from a mixture of alcohol, the heat from the fire and the first licks of a burning fever. Albert sat right behind him on the couch, so Silas could rest against his lover's chest, his body moving softly with the rise and fall of Albert's breathing.

“And you are certain that it is no trouble if I stay here tonight, Bertie?,” Silas asked in a small voice for about the millionth time.

“Quite certain, Sy, my love. Besides, it is still raining outside and I won't let you ruin my dressing gown by frolicking around in the rain again.”

Silas rolled his eyes. “For the last time, I was not frolicking around! Hehh'TttssSHHieW!”

“Bless you~”

[laulink]

On the ships in Your Throne though, let’s be real :

Everyone is in love with Medea, we know that, BUT

- Eros is an asshole and is gonna die

- Helio’s love for Medea is toxic. Here, I said it. His feelings themselves aren’t really a problem, but the way he reacts to them is absolutely toxic, both for him as a person and his relationship with Medea. He never questions her, even on personal matters like the bite mark on her wrist, he’d do absolutely anything for her, once again no questions asked, he’s devoting herself fully to her and nothing else, he doesn’t even seem to have any thought in his head beside “I want to be useful to Lady Medea”, which means he basically isn’t even his own person and only exists through her... It’s no wonder Medea isn’t in love with him : she’s said so already, even thinking this might make her similar to Eros because she pretends not to know what kind of love Helio has for her just to keep the status quo and not lose one of her closest friends and most useful and loyal allies. Medea is a strong and determined person who is constantly trying to better herself and achieve a higher position because she wants to be recognised for her feats and talents, to leave a trace in history ; I cannot fathom how such a character could fall in love with a shadow, a puppet at best who barely has a will and personality of his own and who doesn’t even believe himself to deserve to stand at her side.

- Perion... isn’t actually in love with Medea. He’s curious, he’s watching her closely, but he’s always been very clear about his feelings : he is disgusted by the sins Medea has already committed and only works with her because he wants to see the changes she will bring to the Empire.

- Bertie is adorable, kind, caring, and a lot smarter and more observant than anyone else in the cast, aside from Medea, Dekis, Eros and Helio. I wouldn’t be surprised if, when Medea rises to power, Bertie became one of her closest allies. Plus, Medea has already gone berserk over Bertie getting injured for her sake. I think a relationship between them would be adorable, but ultimately very unlikely because of their differences in standing, life experiences, goals, etc.

- Psyche, finally, is one of the very few people who considers herself an equal to Medea (and rightly so !) and the only one among those few who is both in love with her (contrary to Perion) and whom Medea loves as well (contrary to Eros). Their lives have been very different, yet a lot of parallels can be drawn, and their ability to switch bodies has granted them a glimpse of the other’s life no one else could ever get, allowing them to understand each other very well despite only knowing each other for a couple of years and being close friends for just a few months. She has questioned Medea many times over her intentions, actions and morals, and in the recent chapters Medea has started to change because, as she told Psyche before, Psyche is the kind of person “who makes people want to be like her”, meaning that Medea’s change in behaviour and new tendency to put her plans into jeopardy to protect someone, even if it doesn’t benefit her, is something she likes about Psyche and wants to reproduce, even if she doesn’t fully understand it yet. Psyche herself has changed a lot since switching bodies with Medea, not only learning to read between the lines in the nobles’ conversations but also to understand someone’s intentions and plans and finding ways to counter them, thus becoming more like Medea herself. In other words, those two keep challenging each other and try to become better versions of themselves by emulating the other’s qualities, which is exactly what I believe is missing from Medea’s relationship with Helio.

I’ve seen a few comparisons between Your Throne and Beware the Villainess regarding the wlw ships, but there is a key difference : the final ship in Beware the Villainess, Melissa and Nine, has always been more balanced than the “main hetero relationship” in Your Throne, between Medea and Helio, because while Nine always admired Melissa, he was never as dependent on her as Helio is, meaning their relationship was a lot more healthy from the start and, as it developped, Nine did his best to become someone who could be an equal to Melissa in order to support her to the best of his abilities, while Helio wants to be strong enough to protect her, but hasn’t had any character development going beyond that so far (while Medea and Psyche have had a lot of character development themselves, making me think Helio isn’t gonna get significant development).

With all of this information, I have a couple of expectations for the end of the series in the romance department :

- since Psyche has been trapped by her love for Eros for a good part of the series so far and has never had a chance to be herself, I expect her to pull a Yuri from Beware the Villainess and focus on developing into her own person at the end of the series, when she has the space and freedom to do so. Considering the latest free chapters, I imagine her using her blessing to help at a hospital, maybe running an orphanage, something to make people happy as it is what makes her happiest, from what we’ve seen.

- Helio, if he gets any semblance of character development, and I expect him to, but not a lot, will get just enough to understand he’s been relying too much on Medea and will distance himself from her once the conflict is over. He’ll probably go on a journey, maybe a pilgrimage, to find himself and repent for what he did during the war.

- Medea will remain single at the end of the series. Maybe it will be hinted that she will marry a few years down the line, but not right away. She is healing from trauma, just like Helio and Psyche are, so she will need to find herself and grow into the person she wants to be before she can be in any healthy romantic relationship, regardless of the feelings of love she might hold for one of the aforementioned characters.

If a ship is hinted at for Medea, a few years down the line, I don’t expect her partner to be Psyche, but thematically speaking and character-wise, it would be the ship that would make the most sense and would feel most appropriate considering the characters’ standing at this point in the story. If Helio went through a whole arc of character development, things might be different, but I don’t think he will by the end of the series. Also, Othilei’s queen has made quite a few references to being attracted to Medea, and Medea has acknowledged them, unlike what we could see in some similar stories like Beware the Villainess, meaning it is canonly considered a possibility for two women to be attracted to each other and one half of the ship at least is aware of that. Adding the fact that Dion has also shown that love between two men exists and is acknowledged in this world (Dekis didn’t even say he wasn’t interested in men, only that he was married, and I choose to consider that means he is bi or pan. Medea is also bi because you can’t tell me that someone who wears gowns and suits so well isn’t bi) and it isn’t so unlikely anymore to see Medea and Psyche admit to being in love with each other, even if nothing comes of it right away. But, like I said, I don’t expect that to happen.

[kingofsummer93]

Ex Luna Scientia

Summary:

Lucien Vanserra, seventh son of the Minister for Magic, is as loved by his peers as he is hated by his family. But behind the charm and irreverence hides a secret, as dark and menacing as the scar on his face.

Elain Archeron, middle sister in a trio of muggle-born witches, has only one wish: for someone to truly see her. Because when she sleeps at night, she can see it all.

Or- an Elucien at Hogwarts AU.

Chapter 15: The Pensieve

Ao3 Masterlist

Elain hesitated in the corridor outside the headmaster’s office, staring at the stone gargoyle that guarded the moving spiral staircase. All the bravado she’d previously felt about her decision had vanished the moment she’d arrived here, and she’d been in a staring match with the gargoyle ever since.

A horrible thought occurred to Elain. What if the headmaster didn’t believe her? Her vision had shown the giants’ camp, but it hadn’t shown where it was. Elain was not a good liar, especially under stress. She’d fold like a house of cards if he started interrogating her.

This was a bad idea. It was a very, very bad idea. Suddenly the thought of going up those stairs and looking Professor Spell-Cleaver in the eye made her want to vomit.

“It ain’t going to move on its own, deary,” tutted a ghost as it drifted out the stone wall behind her. Elain jumped as if she’d been caught doing something illicit.

That was her other problem. She’d never been inside the headmaster’s office, and therefore had no idea how to actually get up there.

“Well? If you want to go up, I’d try a password, if I were you,” the ghost continued, floating down the corridor away from her.

“What’s the password?” Elain called to the pearlescent figure.

“The headmaster has a sweet tooth, you know!” the ghost replied before drifting up into the ceiling.

Elain returned her attention to the stone gargoyle. She could have sworn that its features had twisted slightly and that it was now smirking at her.

“Um. Chocolate frogs?” The stone gargoyle stared back at her, unmoving. “Cauldron Cakes?”

Elain glanced around the corridor, making sure nobody was watching her make a fool of herself.

“Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans? Fizzing Whizzbees?”

Elain gasped as the stone gargoyle finally moved. To her dismay, however, it only stretched out its ugly mouth into a yawn before settling back into what was definitely a smirk.

“You ugly piece of…” Elain caught herself. Making an enemy of the gargoyle was probably not in her best interest.

“Let’s see. Sugar Quills? Liquorice Wands? Um…treacle tart? Sticky toffee pudding?” She tilted her head, considering. “Sour patch kids?”

The look the gargoyle gave her was nothing short of scathing. Elain held up her hands. “Ok, ok, no muggle candy.” She resisted the urge to turn around and leave. She’d made up her mind and gathered enough courage to come here- she was either getting up those stairs or waiting here until Professor Spell-Cleaver came down for supper. “Acid pops. Fudge Flies. Blood flavoured lollipops. Cockroach Clusters.”

She trailed off as the gargoyle moved again. It stretched out its wings and stepped to the side, revealing an ornately carved wooden door.

“Actually? Cockroach Clusters?” Elain asked incredulously. The gargoyle lifted its shoulders in a shrug.

Elain quickly stepped to the door before its guardian decided to change its mind. Behind it curved a stone staircase, and as soon as she stepped onto the bottommost step it began to spiral upwards on its own. When she reached the top she was faced by a set of oaken double doors. To her surprise they lay slightly ajar, and she shuffled awkwardly for a moment, unsure how to announce herself.

“Professor Spell-Cleaver?” she called tentatively, poking her nose towards the crack in the doors. The headmaster’s office was silent.

Elain knocked on the door, feeling supremely foolish. What if she’d gone through all that indecision only for the headmaster to not be in his office? There was no way she’d gather up the strength to come back again. But then again, she couldn’t just wait here…

She was gazing back and forth between the door and the stairs behind her when a slight noise from inside made her freeze. It was a plaintive sound, almost like a whine. Elain pressed her ears to the gap in the doors, feeling more and more like she was intruding. She heard it again, louder this time. It sounded like a cry of pain, sharp and shrill, like an animal.

“Um. Professor?” Elain’s own voice had risen an octave, her palms going clammy. She should definitely leave and come back later, but…

She leaned closer still, trying to make out any noise from inside the office, when she lost her footing and stumbled into the door. It swung wide open, revealing the headmaster’s office.

“Oh, sorry!” Elain stuttered, heart racing. “I didn’t mean to, I-” She cut herself off as she realized the headmaster’s office was empty. Her shoulders slumped as she released a nervous breath. Maybe this was a sign that this was a bad idea. She must have imagined that strange noise.

She took a step towards the spiral stairs, which were now moving in the opposite direction, but stopped short when the shrill cry pierced the air again. Something about it tugged at Elain’s heartstrings, enough so that she took a tiny step inside the headmaster’s office.

It was a bright, circular room lined with high windows. Books filled the shelves from floor to ceiling, some so ancient that their spines were illegible. The headmaster’s desk, a massive slab of polished oak, was surrounded by paintings of the previous headmasters and headmistresses, half of whom were dozing in their frames while the other half peered at her curiously. Spindly little tables littered around the room, filled with metal objects and instruments the likes of which she had never seen before. Some spun on their own, others emitted puffs of smoke, and one particularly ominous object rattled ominously.

But what caught Elain’s interest the most was the model of the solar system floating in midair near the center of the room. It was made of what looked like solid gold, with intricate carvings and panels. As she approached it Elain noticed that the planets made a faint whirring and clicking noise as they rotated on their orbits. There was something vaguely familiar about it, and it wasn’t until she bent to examine one of the tiny moons around Jupiter that she realized. Lucien’s golden eye was carved the same way, and it made the same faint noise. Merlin knew she’d spent enough time staring at it to recognize it anywhere.

A ruffling noise made her jump, and she had to catch herself before she went toppling into the floating planets. She scanned the empty office, preparing to launch into excuses as to why she was there, and gasped in delight when she found the source of the noise.

It was a bird, as big as a peacock, balanced on a high perch near the door. Its plumage was vibrantly red, with a long tail tinged with yellow and gold that reached almost to the floor. A phoenix. As Elain gaped at it in delight it emitted that plaintive cry again, ruffling its feathers in what looked like distress. She rushed to its side, looking around the office in alarm.

“What’s the matter, love?”

The bird raised its head and fixed its onyx eyes on her, as if it understood her. There was something ancient and knowing in those eyes, and it made the hair rise on the back of her neck.

Elain reached out a hand tentatively, but the bird recoiled from her, shrinking into itself.

“Are you hurt?” She might have felt silly talking to any other pet, but something about the phoenix made her think he understood her. But there was no injury that Elain could see, and she glanced around the empty office, unsure what to do.

The bird kept shrinking in front of her eyes, and she gasped in alarm as smoke started drifting out of its striking plumage. The bird let out another weak cry, and before Elain could react it had lit up in a sudden, violent burst of flames.

She stumbled back from the blaze, heart racing in shock. Was this normal for phoenixes? She couldn’t think beyond the panic of not only getting caught snooping in the headmaster’s office, but of him finding her here with his pet on fire.

“Aguamenti!” she exclaimed, pointing her wand at the flaming bird. “Aguamenti, AGUAMENTI!”

A jet of clear, cool water shot from her wand, turning to steam as it hit the flames. But it was too late- the flames had receded as quickly as they had appeared, leaving behind a pile of steaming, soaked ash.

Elain’s heart was still racing as she stared at the bird’s remains, mouth hanging open in shock.

“Pity, isn’t it?” a deep voice tutted behind her.

Elain whirled and froze, mortified, as she spotted the headmaster, casually leaning against the oak double doors. How long had he been standing there?

“Professor!” she gasped. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude but your door was open, and…your bird! I tried to put it out, but…” She trailed off as she realized the headmaster was smiling faintly.

“You caught him on a bad day,” he said, strolling into the room. “He’s usually quite handsome.” The oak doors shut behind him silently. He was wearing robes of a vibrant saffron color, embellished at the cuffs and hem in intricate gold embroidery. On anyone else it might have looked garish, but on Professor Spell-Cleaver it made him look like a walking ray of sunshine.

“I’m so sorry,” she stammered. “I didn’t know what to do, he just…burst into flames!”

The headmaster winced slightly, though his amber eyes sparkled with humor. Elain couldn’t understand it.

“I'm very sorry you had to witness that. I can see why that would have alarmed you.” He inclined his head towards the perch. “He’s not always this dramatic about it.”

Dramatic? He considered his pet going up in flames to be dramatic?

Elain turned back to the perch, but where previously there had only been a pile of sodden ash, there was now a tiny baby bird, covered in snow-white downy feathers. It opened and closed its beak, struggling to stretch its tiny wings.

“When phoenixes die they are reborn from their own ashes. As I said, pity you caught him at the end of the cycle.”

“Will he be alright?” Elain asked, extending a hand towards the bird. It snapped its little beak weakly, looking in her direction with unseeing eyes.

“Oh yes!” Professor Spell-Cleaver said cheerfully. “In a few days he should be back to his flamboyant self. You are free to come by and see him, if you like.”

Elain wrung her hands sheepishly, though the headmaster’s tone was still nothing but friendly. “I apologize for barging in, I didn’t mean to snoop…”

Helion shrugged, winking at her teasingly. “One shouldn’t leave their door open if they don’t want their offices snooped through. It’s my fault, really.”

Elain didn’t quite know how to respond to that, so she followed wordlessly as the headmaster crossed the room and took a seat behind the great oak desk. She couldn’t help another glance at the solar system as she walked by. The soft whirring and clicking of the planets was so familiar that it soothed her nerves slightly.

“Beautiful, if I do say so myself,” Helion said, noticing the direction of her gaze. “One of my favorite inventions.”

Elain blinked in surprise. “You made that?”

The headmaster smiled at her kindly, as if he knew exactly what it reminded her of. “I find there’s much to learn from the movement of the planets. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“I met a centaur in the Forbidden Forest during the first trial who said something very similar,” Elain said, smiling at the memory of the snowy-haired centaur.

Helion’s eyes brightened. “Did you really? How delightful. Strange creatures, centaurs. They don’t usually like to approach humans.”

“He told me…” Elain felt herself flush at the absurdity of what she was about to say. “He told me the stars shone bright upon me.”

He was silent for a long moment, his gaze so piercing and searching that she squirmed. “That they do, Miss Archeron,” he said finally with a gentle smile.

Elain had to look away from that gaze. She stared over the headmaster’s shoulder, at the portraits of the former headmasters and headmistresses, most of which were not even pretending to be asleep as they listened in to their conversation.

The headmaster steepled his fingers and continued peering at her curiously, though not unkindly. “Though I do love the company, should I assume there’s a reason for your visit, Ms Archeron?”

Elain swallowed, her nerves returning full force. The headmaster indicated for her to take a seat, and as she sat she promptly stuck her hands underneath her legs to hide their trembling.

“I, um.” She cleared her throat, shuffling in her seat. “Speaking of centaurs and…strange powers. I don’t really know how to say this…”

Silence stretched on as Helion continued to smile at her encouragingly. Oh god, what was she doing here? She had a sudden urge to jump to her feet and bolt from the room. They’d find another way to let the headmaster know about the giants. She simply couldn’t do it, she couldn’t just blurt it out…

“Sometimes,” Helion started, interrupting her spiraling thoughts, “I find it can be easier to show than to tell.”

Elain stared at him, uncomprehending. Was he suggesting reading her mind? She knew about Legilimency, though she had never heard of anyone at Hogwarts having such powers. Though if anyone at the school would have mastered such an art it would have been Helion.

He smiled again, as if he had indeed read her mind. “If you’ll indulge an old man, I can show you what I mean.”

Elain couldn’t help a small laugh at his self-derision. The way Helion referred to himself made him seem like he was almost a century old, though to Elain he didn’t look older than forty. If she had to guess she’d say his real age was somewhere in between.

“Ok…” she said, tentatively.

Helion suddenly got to his feet and walked to one of the cabinets filled with strange objects that lined his walls. Elain looked with rising curiosity as he picked up a large stone basin and carried it back to his desk.

The basin looked ancient, perhaps as old as the tattered Sorting Hat that sat on a high shelf behind the headmaster’s desk. The rim was carved with ancient runes and symbols, and it was unlike any cauldron she’d ever seen.

“This,” the headmaster said, as if anticipating her question, “is a Pensieve.”

Elain peered into the basin curiously and was surprised to find that it was full of a swirling, silvery substance. It was somehow more solid than air, but less substantial than water. Around and around it swirled and reformed, as if stirred by an invisible hand.

“Professor? What is that…stuff?”

“Ahh. Those are my memories,” the headmaster replied, chuckling lightly.

“Your…” Elain looked deeper into the basin as images flashed within the swirling liquid, too quickly for her to decipher what they showed.

“Would you mind if I showed you one in particular?” Helion asked.

Even before she answered he had pressed the tip of his wand to his temple. As he pulled it away a long string of the silvery substance followed, before drifting down into the pensieve.

“Oh! Yes. I mean, of course, Professor.”

She wasn’t sure what he could possibly want to show her, but she much preferred this to having him look into her mind. Even if that was why she had come here in the first place.

The sliver of memory swirled and then settled, until murky shapes and colors appeared in the mist.

“After you.” He indicated the basin with a wave of his hand.

Elain looked deeper into the pensieve, feeling slightly foolish. “Um, Professor? I can’t see-“

Even as she said it she leaned in a little closer, until the swirling substance tickled her nose. And then the world lurched, and she was falling- falling through those swirls that were neither air nor liquid. She didn’t even have time to scream before her feet hit solid ground again, and she lurched to keep herself upright.

“Sorry, I think I lost my balance, I….” She trailed off as she glanced around her. She was not in Professor Spell-Cleaver’s office anymore.

The room was cavernous, so high that Elain could barely see where the walls ended and where the ceiling started. It looked like a library of sorts, but not the kind that she had ever seen before. All around her stood stacks upon stacks of shelves, all filled not with books, but with strange, silvery white orbs.

She barely had time to register where she was before Professor Spell-Cleaver appeared beside her, completely unruffled.

“Sorry about that,” he said jovially at the look on her face. “I should have warned you, the first time can be a bit disorienting.”

“Professor…where are we, exactly?”

“This,” he replied, gesturing to the room around him, “is the Hall of Prophecy. Or, more specifically, my memory of it.”

Elain felt her blood turn to ice. This couldn’t be a coincidence, but how could he know?

“Ahh,” the headmaster continued. “Here I am.”

Elain followed the direction of his gaze and gaped as another Professor Spell-Cleaver emerged from one of the rows of stacks. He looked slightly younger, with a bit less silver weaving through his dark hair, but otherwise looked much the same.

“I’m sorry, it seems I’ve once again gotten ahead of myself without proper explanation. You should really chide me next time.”

Elain suppressed a giggle, despite the strange circumstances. Trust Helion to make even a romp through his own memories seem normal. He started down the main passageway after the other Helion, and Elain followed suit, her head on a swivel between new and old Helion.

“The Hall of Prophecy is part of the department of Mysteries at the Ministry for Magic. It is, therefore, top-secret.” He said it cheerfully, though his warning was crystal clear. This wasn’t something she would be allowed to tell people about.

A mixture of dread and excitement sent her heart racing as she looked around the cavernous space and the orbs filling the shelves. Could they really all be…

“Professor?” she asked in a small voice. “What are those…” she gulped. “Those…orbs, on the shelves?”

He smiled kindly. “Those are prophecies, my dear.”

Her steps faltered, and he reached out a hand to steady her. “I had quite a similar reaction the first time I saw it. I can only imagine how you must feel.” His amber eyes were so piercing and full of knowledge that Elain couldn’t hold his gaze.

“Why did you want to show this to me? If it’s so secret, I mean?” How did you know? was the question she really wanted to ask, but she couldn’t seem to force her tongue to form the words.

Helion chuckled lightly. “Like I said, sometimes it’s easier to show than to say.”

She followed him silently as they followed the younger Helion deeper and deeper into the stacks. Elain didn’t dare ask anything else, not until she saw why he had brought her here.

There were no windows in the hall, the only light coming from those silvery orbs. The substance inside looked eerily similar to the memories inside the Pensieve- not quite liquid, not quite air, swirling like gas but glowing with an internal light.

Their steps were silent on the marble floor- it made sense, she guessed, considering they were nothing but ghosts here. As they passed, some of the orbs seemed to whisper at her, the noise like a buzzing, hissing sound that made her shiver. If this was a mere memory she couldn’t imagine how strange this place would feel in person.

“Professor?” she whispered. “Why are the…prophecies making that noise?”

Helion turned to her sharply. “What noise?”

Elain clamped her mouth shut and stared straight ahead. Thankfully Helion didn’t press her. The silence stretched on as they walked deeper and deeper into the endless stacks of prophecies. Just when Elain was about to ask what it was that the headmaster wanted to show her, his younger self turned down one of the many rows jutting out from the main aisle. She didn’t know how he could possibly know where he was going- there were no signs anywhere, no apparent order to the prophecies. There were only tiny metal plaques underneath each orb, some so old that the engravings on them were completely worn off.

But the younger headmaster seemed to know where he was going, and Elain and present-day Helion followed him silently. They walked so deep down the row that she started to feel claustrophobic, as if the weight of all those prophecies around her was pressing down on her.

The younger Helion came to a stop in front of a stretch of shelf that to Elain looked much the same as the rest.

“This,” the headmaster next to her said, making her jump, “is what I wanted to show you.”

Elain looked closer at the shelf, stepping so close to the memory of Helion that she shivered. But the headmaster didn’t so much as glance at her direction, as he continued to stare at the orbs in front of him. His mouth was set in a grim line, his eyebrows knitted together in apparent displeasure.

Elain turned to look at the orbs on the shelf, and couldn’t keep herself from gasping out loud. She backed away from the shelf as if she’d been burned.

The plaques underneath these orbs were recent enough that the writing underneath them was perfectly legible. They all indicated a date, as well as a single name.

Her name.

“What…How…” She whirled to face the headmaster standing silently behind her. He was perfectly still, staring at the shelf with the same displeasure as his younger self.

Elain turned back to the orbs, her mind reeling to comprehend what she was seeing. Dozens of orbs, all marked with a date and her name. Some were recent, others dated from when she was just a child.

But the thing that caught her attention was the spot directly in front of the younger Helion’s eyes. Where there should have been an orb was a blank space on the shelf, dated and marked with her name like the others. As if a prophecy had been taken.

“I think we’ve seen quite enough,” Helion murmured behind her.

Before Elain could protest she felt a gentle hand wrap around her elbow and tug her upwards. The world tilted again- up was down, down was up, like a hook had embedded itself in her navel was jerking up through the world.

And then the world righted itself, and she was back at Hogwarts, in the warmth of the Headmaster’s office. She jumped to her feet, her mouth opening and closing like a fish.

“What…” It came out more like a croak, and Elain made herself sit down and breathe. “What…”

Helion snapped his fingers, and a teapot and cups appeared on his desk. The casual grace with which the Headmaster performed magic would usually have impressed her, but she was too stunned to notice.

Helion poured her a cup and set it in front of her, and Elain gulped down the tea greedily. With every mouthful her nerves settled until her heart had settled back to a steady rhythm.

“The Hall of Prophecies contains every prophecy ever made by a Seer. It’s unknown how far back they go, but it’s a safe bet that the Hall has been there since the inception of the British Ministry for Magic.”

Elain’s stomach lurched, and she poured herself another cup with a shaking hand. When she had downed her second cup a pleasant numb started spreading through her. She didn’t know what sort of tonic was in the tea, and didn’t care.

“Its existence is a secret, as I already told you. Hence its presence in the Department of Mysteries.”

Elain had so many questions that she didn’t quite know where to begin. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to meet Helion’s gaze. “How did you know?” she whispered.

If the headmaster knew, then perhaps others knew as well. Including the person who had attacked her during the first trial.

The headmaster waved a hand, and a soft noise behind her intensified. It was the golden model of the solar system, except the planets weren’t turning gently as before. They were shifting, the intricate panels sliding and reforming as the floating planets spun through the air. Golden light was reflecting on the ceiling overhead, shapes and runes that she couldn’t make sense of.

“There are many who consider astrology to be nonsense. But the stars hold a certain knowledge that humans do not. Just like Seers hold knowledge and magic that normal wizards and witches do not. The two are intricately linked.”

Elain was struggling to keep up with what Helion was telling her. “How did you know that’s what I wanted to talk to you about?”

He shrugged, his eyes twinkling. “I didn’t. Call it a lucky guess, or intuition. But I figured it was time I told you. Keeping a secret like that can be isolating.”

Elain’s throat tightened at that.

“Mr Archeron,” he continued gently. “I hope you know you have my discretion, whatever it is you wished to tell me.”

She bit her lip to refrain from the torrent that she suddenly wanted to unleash on him. Kallias’s warning, the spells fired at her during the first Trial.

“In your memory. There was an orb…a prophecy missing.” She was stalling now, but she was also genuinely curious.

“Indeed,” Helion said, frowning. “I had heard whisperings that prophecies were being tampered with, and unfortunately it turned out to be true.”

“You mean…someone stole it?”

“Stole it, or perhaps took it thinking it belonged to them. You see, a prophecy can only be taken by the person whom it concerns, or the Seer it originated from.”

Elain gaped at him. “You mean…you mean to say that I might have seen something about…someone, and they could have gone into the Hall of Prophecy and taken it?”

Helion looked at her for a long beat, his expression now tense. “I’m afraid I think that’s exactly what happened.”

“But…why?”

“Why did you come to speak with me today?” he prompted. When she didn’t say anything, he leaned forward, piercing her with that all-knowing gaze. “Is it because you saw something that you felt I should know about?”

“Something like that, yes.”

“The kind of information that could be dangerous in the wrong hands?”

Elain stared at him in horror. “But…I can’t have…I would remember…” Wouldn’t she? Surely she would remember if she had seen something so potentially dangerous that someone would want to break into a top-secret vault to steal the information? “How do the visions come to you?” the headmaster asked gently.

“Dreams, mostly,” Elain mumbled, suddenly embarrassed. After so many years of keeping her powers secret it felt like an invasion to discuss them in such detail. “Although I’ve seen things in the crystal ball, too, but that’s different. Less defined, more hazy.”

“More up to interpretation,” Helion supplied.

“Yes.”

“And do you always remember all your dreams? Every night, every single one?”

Silence fell, broken only by the puffing and whirring of Helion’s strange metallic instruments, and by the discreet shuffling and coughing of the inhabitants of the paintings behind his desk.

“No,” she murmured. “I guess I don’t.” She felt like she was falling- like a pit was opening in front of her and she was teetering on the edge.

All her life she’d assumed her visions were mostly innocent- or at least, not valuable enough to risk sharing her secret. But this- the rows and rows of orbs, most of which she would never remember…

She felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to cry.

“I apologize. It seems I’ve given you more questions than answers. But if there’s anything else you’d like to share with me, I will always listen.”

Elain took a deep, shaky breath. She’d come this far, she might as well tell him the rest. “Professor? What do you know about giants?”

The headmaster froze, a slight widening of his amber eyes the only sign that he was at all surprised by what she said. “That’s a very vague question, Miss Archeron,” he replied carefully.

“It’s just- they’re supposed to be extinct in Britain, aren’t they? But, the other day, I thought I saw something in the crystal ball during Divination lesson. It looked like- well, I thought it was trolls at first, but I’m pretty sure it was giants. And…well, it looked like they were in the mountains near Hogsmeade….” The words rushed out of her in a torrent, and when she finished she realized how absurd it all sounded.

Something flashed through the headmaster’s gaze, a brief flash of something that looked suspiciously like fear. But it was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by a weary heaviness. The headmaster was silent for another long moment, and when he spoke it was in the same careful tone as before.

“I thought your visions through the crystal ball were very vague?”

Shit. “I mean, yes, but…sometimes I can still see…”

The headmaster lifted up a hand to silence her. “My apologies again. I am not doubting you. Your power is not one that is black and white. I simply wish to understand, so I can help you understand as well.”

Elain nodded mutely, feeling the weight of her white lie with every passing second she remained under his scrutinous gaze.

“To answer your question,” he continued. “Giants were gone, yes. For a long time.”

Elain started in shock. “They were? You mean…they’re back?”

“Whether they are back or passing through remains to be seen.”

“Does the Ministry know?”

Helion’s mouth pressed into a thin line of displeasure. “You do not need to worry about such things, Elain. I assure you the matter is being handled and that there is no threat to the school.”

“But-“

“Ms Archeron,” he cut her off, his tone still kind but firm. “I’m sorry that I am unable to answer your questions on this matter. If it’s any consolation, you have my word that as long as they remain within the grounds, my students will always be safe at Hogwarts.”

Something about the wording gave her pause. He was giving her that look again, the one that made her feel like she was being inspected by a searchlight with the power of a thousand suns.

“I really am sorry, Ms Archeron. You shouldn’t have to concern yourself with such matters. But I want you to know that you can always talk to me. Secrets are a heavy burden to bear. I would ask only one thing of you. I’m sure you will understand that everything we spoke of today is highly classified. That being said, if you must unburden yourself, do try to be selective with those you share it with.”

Elain gulped. The humor was back in his eyes, and though the warning was gentle it also left no room for argument.

She didn’t know what to make sense of it all. Of what that missing prophecy could mean, or who else might have learned about her powers. Or what those giants were doing near Hogwarts, and why Professor Spell-Cleaver didn’t seem that surprised by the news.

What she did know with sudden clarity was that she needed to find a way inside the Hall of Prophecy. And she knew just who could be reckless enough to help her.

But first, she’d have to make it through the second Trial in one piece.

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FANON speculation for season 7

Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!” 

Chapter 10 will be posted soon.

I’m excited to finish writing Chapter 10 because a lot is happening and there's still more to come. At the end of Chapter 9, Buck and Eddie were trying to cope with everything that happened during and after Jonah's criminal trial. At the end of day two, Buck had a major panic attack, he asked Eddie to get him out of the courthouse and Eddie drove them home instead of taking Buck back to the loft. Then Buck scheduled an emergency therapy appointment with Dr. Copeland and later that night, after Chris and Buck were already asleep, Eddie spent time trying to decide if he should make an emergency appointment with Frank instead of scheduling one with his new therapist, Dr. Theresa because Frank's a trauma therapist and she's not. He was strongly considering it since both him and Buck were faced yet again with additional ramifications from the shooting.

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As a continuation of my WIP Wednesday, here’s a little more of Buck’s conversation with Rhett and Eddie’s conversation with Bertie.

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Buck

“Now… if you swipe to the left, I think… well it’s either left or right who knows with all this new fandangle technology… you’ll see a picture of me and my husband.”

Buck swipes left in the photos app and he sees Rhett in a photo with a very handsome man.  If he didn’t know any better, he’d think it was a picture of him and Eddie because the man in the picture standing next to Rhett has dark hair, brown eyes and olive skin just like Eddie.

“You have a beautiful family.”  Buck says as he hands Rhett’s phone back to him.

“Yeah, we did.  Me and Ray…”  Rhett chuckles then continues.  “His real name was Raymundo but after he left his parents’ house, he wouldn’t let anyone call him that anymore.  We didn’t get married until nine years ago but by that time… we’d already been together for more than forty years.  Even though we didn’t need a piece of paper to tell us how much we loved each other, we wanted it… so we had a small wedding in our backyard with our son and his family.  Getting married also allowed me to change my last name from Quinn to Dominquez… it’s on our marriage license and it’s still hanging up in our home today.  I looked at it before I left to come here.”

Buck’s hit with another realization because he knows he’s been wanting to marry Eddie for years but he’s still not sure Eddie wants him so he tucks the little hope he has back into the corner of his heart.

“You didn’t want to keep your last name?”

“No, I didn’t because the last name Quinn didn’t hold anything but hurt and pain for me.  I grew up in an ok family but my parents weren’t ready to be a mom and a dad and I suppose, it affected how emotionally detached they were.  I don’t blame them for it anymore but finally being able to take my husband’s last name after 40 years of us being together was the best because me, him and our son all had the same last name.”

Buck nods his head because the last name Buckley certainly doesn’t mean shit to him anymore.  That’s Phillip’s last name not his and he’s been trying to figure out what he should change it to.  Diaz has a nice ring to it but he’d have to marry Eddie first for that to happen and since he hasn’t told him how he feels, he doesn’t think it ever will.

Where is Buck?  Also, who is Rhett and why is he telling Buck about his life?

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Eddie

After they leave the hospital and they get back inside of the ambulance, it only takes Bertie a few seconds to mention something about Loni.

She closes the driver’s side door, looks at Eddie then says, “She lives on the outskirts of Los Angeles and if anything ever happens to the solitary road that leads to her house, no one will be able to get to her”.

He shrugs his shoulders then says, “Well… she said she likes living out there and she likes the peace and quiet”.

“Yeah, she did say that and she also said the reason why she did it was because she figured she wouldn’t find love again.  So, maybe her decision to live all the way out in an area of Los Angeles that resembles ‘Death Valley’ wasn’t completely about her desire to live in peace and quiet.”

She turns her head to crank the ambulance, then she looks over at Eddie again.  “Some people choose to be alone while others feel like it’s their only option.  Neither choice is wrong but if someone doesn’t want to die alone, they don’t have to”.

Almost immediately after the words leave Bertie’s lips, Eddie feels like someone is screaming at him even though he’ll never admit it’s the universe.  Over the last few days, several people have told him things that remind him of that Geoffrey Chaucer quote, “Time and tide wait for no man” and he realizes he might be running out of time to have a conversation with Buck.

Who is Bertie?  Why is Eddie partnered with her and will he listen to the things she's saying?

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Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it.  But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 -Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 -After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago.  They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are part of the foundation when a couple builds a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial.  But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - Will be posted soon.

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I’m enjoying writing this fic because it’s giving me the chance to unravel the mess that was the 6x18 ending for Buck, Eddie and Chris.  Also, it’s taking them places the show refuses to go including Buck finally having a mental breakdown and Eddie being there for him the same way he was there for Eddie in season 5.

Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading

Read chapters 1 - 9 are already available on AO3.