#bronze trio fics

[slytherins-heir]

Okay so I need some Harry Potter/Hogwarts Legacy mutuals 😭 Any fans or blogs that are down for being hp/hl moots just drop a comment here, the fangirling and headcanon's are too much, I need my people <3 (18+ only please, ty😭)

[thatninjacat27]

The Names Of The Keys For Cinderella Boy (Webtoon) + ideas/theories on unknown ones

I’ve been obsessing over this for hours.

Confirmed Keys (Keys that have names and their roles):

Silver- Heroine Key, User: Chase Hollow, Color: Silver

Bronze- Helper Key, User(heavily implied): Deacon, Color: Bronze

Violet- Villainess Key, User: “Buddy”, Color: Purple

Unconfirmed Keys(Key with fandom given names and possible roles for them):

Gold- Hero Key, User: Unknown, Color: Gold

(I feel like the name is a given because it’s first place and usually main character. I think as a cute nickname Gold should be sometimes called Goldie. He’s got to be the oldest with the Villain key being the second oldest then Silver(headcanon but I wouldn’t be surprised is Silver is the second oldest because Silver is typically a second place medal. I keep think of Bronze, Silver, and Gold being the Main Protagonist Trio because of their names. The names are what get me))

Obsidian- Villain Key, User: Unknown, Color: Glassy Pitch Black (Basing the color on how the actual stone looks.)

(I wish I knew who came up with this name because I absolutely loved it. I feel like it fits perfectly and black matches well with purple as villain colors)(if you are reading this, please comment so I can credit you properly for having mentioning the name first.)

Trevor- Everyman Key, User: Unknown, Color: Brown(chosen because it’s a basic color)

(credit for the role goes to @bananacakepie. Post: https://www.tumblr.com/bananacakepie/743283540605747200/so-theres-a-webtoon-called-cinderella-boy-by?source=share )

(This name is kind of a joke but also not really. I saw a post by the creator about how all the servants were named Trevor no matter what they did for a living and I found that a little funny. I used that idea for a key that was copied into many keys so that random members of Ex Libris could walk around in the story without any real hassle and spy on anyone with a main key to make sure they were doing their job properly. It’s a blank key with no little person but it’s still named the “Trevor” key by low ranking members as an inside joke. I then saw a post here on tumblr about different possible roles for the keys, saw Everyman role, and was like as a joke, Trevor should be the name of that key too. Anyways, still going to keep my original idea for Trevor because I kind of got maybe two fics that involve the blank keys but I wanted to share my thoughts on possibly names/Key roles)

I will add more keys as we learn of them/come up with them and update any information. Comment whatever Key roles/names so that I can add them as well. I want to add personalities to them too but I’m bad at describing them so also comment that if you want to.

[bluejayblueskies]

Song Number Three | shadow0haven

[ID: Three photos of two hand-bound books. In the first, one book--which is approximately a quarter of the size of the other--is stacked atop the other book. The spines are facing the viewer. The binding style is exposed-spine coptic, and the folded edges of the paper are exposed as well as the stitching. The stitching is half green and half yellow on the bottom book, as if the book has been cut in half vertically. This stitching matches the bookcloth on the covers, which is green with mushrooms on the green stitching side and yellow with bees on the yellow stitching side. Paper wraps around the covers with the title, Song Number Three, and the author name, shadow0haven, on them as well as green and yellow patterns. On the top book, the stitching is a dark green and the cover material is maroon with a tree root pattern on it. There is a silver, maroon, and green braided bookmark sewn to the top with a bronze bead at the end of it.

In the second photo, just the bottom book is shown, standing upright with the spine facing the viewer. In this position, we can see that it is a tete-beche binding, with one cover right-side up and the other upside-down so the book can be flipped over and read from both directions. In the third photo, just the top book is seen, standing upright with the spine facing the viewer. /End ID]

I had the pleasure of binding Amai (@shadow0haven)'s fic Song Number Three for the 2023 @malevolentbigbang event! It's a separate-bodies omegaverse AU where John undergoes a type change from beta to omega, and I wanted to represent that in my bind, so I decided to do a tete-beche binding with two different typesets and cover designs for the story, placed back-to-back in the same book. You can read it, then flip it over and read it again from the other direction!

The designs for the two sides of the book are inspired by the scents for betas and omegas, which feature in the fic. Betas are described as having a grassy, earthen scent, while omegas have a sweeter scent, like vanilla and orange. Alphas additionally have heavier scents, like spices or oak, which is what the additional mini bind of the fic is inspired by! I wanted to complete he trio, so I did another bind of the fic in a smaller size that fits in the palm of your hand.

In addition to the visual design, there's a component to these books that doesn't photograph: they're scented! I mixed essential oils into the glue used to construct each side's coverboard--orange and vanilla for the omega side with the honeybee fabric and moss and dirt for the beta side with the mushroom fabric. The alpha book has spice and teakwood scents infused into it. I was really excited to experiment with scented books (as strange as they may sound), and I'm very happy with how they turned out! The scents are subtle enough not to be overpowering, but they're very much present and distinctive.

More information about the bind and photos of the typeset beneath the cut!

Each typeset is designed so that it is distinctive from the others but with certain shared elements to tie the three versions of the story together. Each title page of the tete-beche book uses the same two fonts in different combinations, and the petite book borrows certain fonts from the tete-beche book while also introducing new ones.

Each set of images has, in order from left to right, the omega typeset, the beta typeset, and the alpha typeset.

[ID: Three photos, each of which shows a different style of title page from a hand-bound book. All three title pages have the title, Song Number Three, and the author name, shadow0haven, on the righthand side of the righthand page. In the first picture, the title is in a sans serif font and the author name is in a script font, and there is a watercolor image of oranges on the lefthand side of the page. In the second picture, the title is in the same script font as the first picture and the author name is in the same sans serif font as the first picture. There is a watercolor image of ivy on the lefthand side of the page. In the third picture, the title is in a sans serif font with extra lines along some of the letters and the author name is in the same script font as the first image. There is a watercolor image of an oak tree on the bottom lefthand side of the page. /End ID]

The summary pages are also similar, with the same body font used for the summary (and the rest of the typeset) and different images used for each typeset.

[ID: Three photos, each of which shows a different style of colophon page on the left and summary page on the right from a hand-bound book. All three colophon pages have copyright information about the fic and the publisher, Blue Skies Books, as well as a description of which fonts were used in the bind and where photos were sourced from. All three summary pages have the same summary of the fic on them in the same font. In the first picture, there is additionally a watercolor image of a vanilla flower on the summary page. In the second picture, there is additionally a watercolor image of a mossy rock on the summary page. In the third picture, there is additionally a watercolor image of oranges, cinnamon, and star anise on the summary page. /End ID]

I wanted a washed-out watercolor vibe for all of the images, and I'm really happy with how they turned out!

[ID: Three photos, each of which shows a different style of chapter header page from a hand-bound book. All three chapter header pages have the same text from the beginning of chapter two in the same font, the word 'Two' at the top of the page in differing fonts, and drop caps at the beginning of the chapter in fonts that match the font that the word 'Two' is in. In the first picture, the word 'Two' is in a sans serif font and there is a watercolor image of oranges in the top left. In the second picture, the word 'Two' is in a script font and there is a watercolor image of ivy in the top left. In the third picture, the word 'Two' is in a sans serif font with extra lines around parts of the letters and there is a watercolor image of an oak tree branch with acorns on it in the top left. /End ID]

The fonts used are:

Body: Perpetua

Titles: Raspberry Brush, Aura, Neon Magic

And most images are sourced from rawpixel and are public domain or creative commons.

Finally, here are some face-on images of the covers for the tete-beche book. The title and author are printed on a piece of cardstock, which was then wrapped around the cover and glued together on the inside. I wanted a way to put the title and author on the cover of the book without directly committing it to the bookcloth, which consists of two very busy patterns, and I like the look of this! And they're removable should one desire to remove them and just have the bare book covers.

[ID: Two pictures of the double-sided book, each of which shows a different cover. The first shows the cover bound in green mushroom bookcloth with a strip of paper across the middle that has the title, 'Song Number Three,' in a sans serif font, the author name, 'shadow0haven,' in a script font, and a green floral pattern. The second shows the cover bound in yellow bee bookcloth with a strip of paper across the middle that has the title, 'Song Number Three,' in a script font, the author name, 'shadow0haven,' in a sans serif font, and a yellow flower-like pattern. /End ID]

[chawarin-panich]

First Kanaphan Kissing Booth

Hello, hello! This fic is inspired by @khaopybara's absolutely brilliant gifset from the even more brilliant gmm's men kissing men gifset series which in turn is inspired by @ranchthoughts amazing kissing multiverse analysis. Overjoyed, by the findings that my slut trio took gold, silver AND bronze I have been floating on cloud nine ever since and then khaopybara included hoefirst threeway kiss in her set and my fate was sealed. Look away if you don't like RPF! You have your warning and I'm not responsible for you reading beyond this point.

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Title: the First Kanaphan kissing booth Rating: Teen and Up Pairing: FirstNamtan ; FirstBright; eventual FirstKhaotung endgame Status: Incomplete! But!! You can help! Do you ALSO have people you wished First kissed but hasn't? Please let me know such that I can include it!!!! Right now I'm planning to include Earth, Tay and perhaps Jennie (I really don't know which of the GMM ladies First is close to)

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When First gets roped into picking up a shift at the kissing booth for his faculty’s fundraiser, he hadn’t really thought that he would be the one kissing anyone.

For you see, there are several, in his opinion, way cuter-than-him cats there, sitting and dozing in little baskets meant to be the stars of the show.

But suddenly there’s a looming presence that’s blocking the sun from his line of sight and he looks up to be met with the most gorgeous woman he’s ever seen in his life. She’s not from his faculty but she’s a cheerleader, he’s seen those piercing eyes with perfect winged eyeliner many times before, often his friends talking about her pictures on socials.

“Hey,” She says and First can’t say that he’s completely unaffected by the confidence in her tone, like she’s someone who’s used to getting her way, “How much is it to kiss you?” First’s heart starts beating a little faster but after a few moments of staring at her in shock he has enough presence of mind to stutter out a little, “I’m not part of the menu.” He remembers her name mid sentence and there’s an awkward pause before he very respectfully adds, “P’Namtan”

She rolls her eyes but she’s speaking much gentler than she was before, “I know I can read. That’s why I asked you the price.”

First doesn’t really know why, but he does know that when beautiful women ask you to do something, you should do it. At least this is what his friend Neo keeps telling him and he’s never found a reason to question him. But it turns out he has many questions about this logic. 

None that matters to her though as Namtan starts tapping her finger against the table restlessly. It’s not helping First decide what to do but he doesn’t think she’s conscious of doing it either. He starts stuttering again and scratching his head as he starts reasoning out a price. Namtan stops him with long, delicate fingers on his chin, then slowly leans forward, with enough time for him to pull away, and kisses his cheek.

“So? How much do you think that was worth?”

First feels like all he’s done during this exchange is stare and ramble unintelligible phrases. He figures that if this was Neo, he would say something a lot smoother like ‘it’s priceless’ but the only thing he’s capable of saying is.”

“But am I not supposed to be kissing you?”

Namtan grins and there’s a mischievous look in her eyes as she leans slightly towards him.

“Huh?” She says tilting her head, “I suppose you are.”

*

If kissing a cat is 50 baht then surely he must be worth at least 200 right?

*

He doesn’t quite include his services into the menu card displayed in the front of their tent but word spreads and there’s several people who come in the next hour to be bestowed with his kisses. 

He’s turning a profit much higher than any of the previous shifts had and he can’t help feeling a little proud about it. At this rate he will have beaten Big Ben as their highest earner in a few hours.

Suddenly there’s a 1000 baht note in front of him.

“P’Bright!” He exclaims when he notices that devilishly handsome face. But Bright doesn’t have that kind, patient smile he always reserves for First and his myriad awkward antics. First doesn’t know what exactly he’s feeling right now but the intense look in Bright’s eyes has a nervous warmth spread through his chest. 

“Ah! I can make change for that, go ahead.” He says as he gestures towards the cats. “Somporn seems to be a little tired, if you kiss him make it quick or he might swat at you.”

“I’m not here to kiss the cats.” Bright says and doesn’t elaborate further but the easy smile on his face as he checks out First, has that same warmth from before prickle down First’s neck and pool low in his belly.

“Oh.” He says and twiddles his fingers. His cheeks flare up and he suddenly can’t look his beloved senior in the eyes anymore as he stutters out a little, “How-how many?”

“Just the one.”

First nods and reaches for their little money till, still feeling like his whole body is on fire, when Bright’s hand comes down over his to stop him from opening the box. When he looks up, he gasps from how close Bright suddenly is.

“Nong Fir.” Bright says and his whole body is filled with sparks, his hand clasped in Bright’s starting to get clammy. Bright taps his own lips and says, “Do you object?”

To his own surprise, First shakes his head and then he’s being pulled forward by their joined hands, Bright’s free hand snaking around his waist. He has never appreciated fully just how firm or solid Bright’s chest is until now that he’s laid his palms flat on it, truly focused on how it feels to be this close to Bright now that his eyes are closed waiting for Bright to close the distance between them.

Their lips meet softly, a gentle brush that slots them together. And only a few seconds pass before Bright is pulling back with a little nibble on his bottom lip. He makes the mistake of opening his eyes so he can see Bright’s lashes fanned across his cheeks up close and surely First thinks that 1000 baht should get Bright a longer kiss.

But before he can make that point, there’s a little scream at the entrance of the tent. It startles them both and they quickly let go of each other, to put some distance between them.

There’s someone who appears to be Ciize, now unconscious and being held up by Khaotung. There’s an inscrutable look on Khaotung’s face and he’s looking at them with an eyebrow raised. It’s not a bad look and Khaotung doesn’t say anything as he pulls Ciize to sit on a chair. He get a water bottle out and wets a napkin from their booth’s supplies and puts it to her forehead.

“Don’t worry about it.” Khaotung says, when Bright moves forward to help him, “It’s heatstroke. She’s nearly fainted once already, that's why we’re here. Sorry to interrupt.” First can’t find anything wrong with what Khaotung said or even how he’d said it but there’s something about the way that Khaotung is yet to acknowledge him, can’t even be bothered to spare a glance, that his heart sinks. 

He feels like he should apologize but Khaotung hasn’t asked for any such thing and if he were to really think about it then he really doesn’t know what he would be apologizing for either. First stays paralyzed at his spot while Bright is crouched in front of Ciize with Khaotung. When she finally stirs, Bright says something comforting to her that makes her blush and Khaotung look, for just a moment, sour.

Bright comes back to First and brushes a hand against First’s back, ‘I'd better be off. See you around Nong Fir.” He finishes with a wink before walking out of the tent.

[robinbuckleysgfreall]

It’s always been you

Robin Buckley x BlackSinclair!reader

My first mini fic! Kinda long. Not proof read at all 😭😭. Enjoy I guess :))

There they were sat in a movie theatre as if moment before they were just about to die in a secret Russian underground base. Y/N glanced next to her at her best friend Robin. Her gorgeous honey coloured hair still as beautiful as ever despite it being tousled from their escape. Y/N smiled sleepily to herself the drugs still not quite worn off yet.

Robins hand layed lazily on the arm rest and Y/N resisted the urge to reach out and clasp it in her grasp. Despite their almost 5 year long friendship there was still so much Y/N hadn’t told Robin about. Like the fact that she still slept cuddled up with the stuffed teddy Robin got her for her 13th birthday or the fact that she wished it was Robin who she was actually cuddled with.

Y/N didn’t know when the feelings for her best friend had started but they started non the less and they didn’t seem to be leaving. And after spending 12 hrs in a life or death situation in a underground Russian base, let’s just say those feelings were bubbling at the surface and the drugs weren’t helping. There was only one person whom Y/N had confided in: Steve Harrington. Having fought the Demagorgan and the Demidogs together just a few hrs before their friendship had started. Being Lucas’s older sister sure ended her up in a fair few “end of the world” situations.

Feeling thirsty, Steve stood up beckoning the others to follow and they did, Robin grabbing Y/Ns hand as they escaped the theatre. Y/N felt goosebumps jump on her bronze skin as they fingers made contact with Robin’s.

The trio took it in turns at the water fountain, Steve being the biggest fountain hog, as they debated the movie they had just partially watched.

“I’m pretty sure that guy was trying to bang his mom” Steve said mouth still on the fountain sloppily spraying water everywhere.

“That’s so gross straight people are weird” Y/N giggled before dramatically clamping her hands to her mouth drunkenly. Steve stared at her with wide eyes and Y/N couldn’t quite read the look on Robin’s face. “Anyways why is it called back the the future it should be back to the past?” She continued as a distraction from her slip up.

“Because he’s travelled to the past and now he needs to go BACK to the future which is his present!” Robin explained before pushing Steve out the way for her turn at the water fountain. Steve stumbled and Y/N held him up with an arm around him to stop him tumbling. Leaning into her Steve whisper-giggled

“Your so gay.” And Y/N laughed. Her eyes found their way to where Robin stood at the fountain and watched as her best friends plump pink lips enveloped the water in her mouth some of it dripping down her chin slightly. Y/N couldn’t tear her eyes away.

“Your staring.” Steve whispered again

“It’s not my fault she’s so HOT!” Y/N whispered, shouting at but at the last word.

Robin looked up at the two who stood their basically hugging as they whispered back and forth into each other’s ear. Her stomach turned unpleasantly as she watched Steve brush a braid out of Y/Ns face to continue whispering to her. after finishing her drink she wandered over to the other two, still miffed, and stared up at the ceiling at whatever they were now looking at.

“Robiiiiinn” Y/N slurred resting herself against her friends shoulder “i feel dizzy catch meee” Y/N dramatically flipped a hand onto her forehead falling back against her best friend. Despite catching her, Robin retorted,

“why don’t you have Mr fancy hair dingus catch you instead”

Y/N looked shocked at her friends sudden outburst but something inside her twisted. Years she had spent pining over this girl and she still couldn’t open her eyes and see that Y/N liked her? She really thought that Y/N had a crush on Steve Harrington of all people?

Y/N snapped “I don’t WNAT Steve to catch me I want YOU! And if you would open your STUPID GORGOUS EYES for just one second you would see that!” Y/N huffed. Robin stood there shocked not expecting her friend to match her energy or her feelings.

She began to open her mouth when suddenly a feeling of sickness rushed through all of them and they raced as fast as they could to the nearest bathroom. Robin and Y/N flopped on the floor in one stool emptying their last meal, and all the drugs into the toilet as Steve did the same in the cubicle next to them.

After a few minutes breather Robin looked up at her friend both of them feeling a lot more sober. Thoughts circulated robins head. Did Y/N really mean what she said? Was it just the drugs talking? Shifting closer to her friend Robin placed a shaky hand on her friends knee and looked down at her. “I- I’m sorry for getting mad at you.” She spoke quietly worried that Y/N might not even have memory of what had just taken place.

Y/N smiled softly back at Robin still feeling far too sick to say anything. Not because of the drugs but because Robin wanted to talk about what had just happened, she was going to tell Y/N that she didn’t feel the same and that they were never going to be friend aga-

“About what you said back there, if you meant it. I really” Robin took a breathe. “Ireallylikeyoutoo andimsorry ithoughtyoulikedsteveand-“ Robin was suddenly cut off when Y/Ns lips crashed into hers shocking her slightly before she returned the kiss. Y/N pulled away for a second to say “Robin, It’s always been you.” Before diving back into the kiss, tears flooding her eyes at the feeling of robins soft lips against hers Kissing her back tenderly. They stayed like that for what Y/N and Robin both secretly wished was forever before Robin pulled away wiping the tears from her friends face and asking

“why are you crying aren’t you happy?” Robin looked nervous as she pulled her lip between her teeth anxiously.

“No- i am happy it’s just. I’ve been in love with you for 4 years and i never imagined you would ever tell me you like me back. Especially not here covered in puke in a bathroom after escaping Russian spies”

Robin laughed at Y/Ns attempt at humour in such a time as this a pulled her best friend, now lover, closer to her and held her tight.

The two sat there for a while basking in each others embrace. Suddenly they felt an extra pair of arms wrap around them and they snapped open from their trance looking up to see the tear stained face of Steve Harrington.

“That was just so beautiful” Steve sobbed pulling the two girls in for a hug. They gave each other a slightly concerned slightly amused look before pulling Steve into their group hug.

“You’d think he would be the last person to cry in this situation. The straight white man!” Y/N jokes and Robin and Steve joined in with her laughter.

[thesteriuswife]

another small part from that same scrapped fic because i think i'm hilarious 😭

The first thing Patroclus and Achilles learned about King Theseus is that he was, genuinely, truly, poor with directions in addition to being rather forgetful. Patroclus had thought (or rather, he hoped) that the king was exaggerating somewhat about his clumsiness, but the trio was led into a number of glades that definitely were not Elysium's library, including, but not limited to, a market selling children's toys, a small shop with a variety of candies (Pat may or may not have given into his impulses and purchased a few), and a shrine to Dionysus (which Theseus quickly led them away from the instant ritual instruments began to sound). By the time they finally made it to their destination, they were all quite out of breath.

("Isn't Elysium supposed to be an eternal paradise…? Why, then, do I feel so exhausted?" 

"You are a bit out of shape, Pat. Perhaps it's time you start getting some exercise?" mused Achilles.

"You should train with Asterius and I sometime! If you will not fight in the arena, you can at least bless us with a spar!" bellowed Theseus.

The fallen warrior groaned at both suggestions.)

“Observe- the great library of Elysium!”

The building before them was massive and extravagantly built in the style of Athenian architecture. A number of pillars stood tall beneath carved stone, and in the center garden was a bronze statue of Athena. The babbling of a water fountain rushed by; Achilles gazed downwards to see a number of obols hidden beneath the ripples, certainly thrown in by those seeking wishes. “Well! Now that we have arrived,” King Theseus exclaimed, “...Would you two mind going inside and fetching Asterius for me?” “You’re not going in yourself?”, asked Patroclus suspiciously. “Oh, no no no no. No!” Theseus waved his hands empathetically, shaking his head all the while. “For you see, I have been banned from the library! Did I forget to mention that?” “You’ve been...banned.” “Yes! For you see, the shades who work within it claim I am too loud, and too disruptive, and too argumentative! As if it is MY fault if some men are foolish enough to completely misinterpret the ending of a play!” “Well then!” The corners of Achilles’ lips twitched with a slightly delirious smile. “Aren’t you here for your friend? How does he know that you’re waiting for him, if you cannot enter the building?” “He does not! Most days or nights, I simply stand out here and wait for however long it takes! But with you both here, I have no need to! Of course, I am not in any real hurry, so feel free to peruse the facilities as well!” The king was now pushing the two warriors towards the library’s door with a surprising amount of strength, considering they were both much taller than he was. “Now go- find Asterius, and tell him that his dearest friend is outside waiting for him, and tell him that we four are going to ‘hang out’ with one another! Now, off you go!” With that, the champion shoved the two men through the doors, and into the vast library. It was just as spacious looking inside as it was outside, though the very first thing the pair laid eyes on was none other than a small portrait of King Theseus himself, with bold text scribbled underneath it:

Do NOT allow this man into the library under any circumstances, it read, May the Gods have mercy on his immortal soul.“Achilles…”, Patroclus sighed, already exhausted, “What have we gotten ourselves into.” 

[bunkernine]

hello!! i love ur evil trio au, and i’ve been wondering— what exactly are the found fam villain dynamics here? 👀

:D

If this is from the post from like 2 years ago, then know that it's evolved lololol. If this is from the fic then you'll see it eventually :)

Piper, Jason, Leo are besties no duh. Jason and Leo are more intimately tied because of their places in the prophecy and Piper's the most suspicious due to eventual charmspeak immunity... It's a natural split but of course, Piper and Leo still have wilderness tying them together, and Piper and Jason... Idk lol, nothing much yet :)

MEDEA

Piper doesn't care for Medea at all. Finds the woman untrustworthy and wants to ignore everything she says. Still, fears her because her powers are unknown. Piper also hates charmspeak too, and Medea's is so natural that she hates Medea. 🤔 On the flip side, Medea thinks Piper is a silly child but understands her role as Piper's main teacher :) She doesn't lie to any of the kids, and is well aware of Piper's distrust

There's an aside where Medea was Jane (Tristan's assistant) and this makes Piper falter, but idk, that's just such a funny thing to think about. Idk where I am with that

Jason trusts Medea the most. He doesn't really have a choice with charmspeak and her general mothering. Medea often thinks about Jason as her Jason (Argo Jason) and is a little sweet on him 🤔 As established, the only one she really calls by name

Leo and Medea don't interact much, but generally agreeable and trustworthy. Leo mostly listens to Piper's doubts and is like "ok sure, I don't trust her too but like, what's the other option?"

Medea kinda takes the place of Hedge? Or Chiron? She interacts with them the most

GAEA

Gaea is more tied to Leo than the others :) cuz duh prophecy, fated to kill her

Using the mirror technique in MoA (Gaea talks to Leo thru a bronze mirror) Gaea and Leo chat occasionally. I would say Gaea is more mothering to convince him, but Leo wouldn't care too much. He believes her though, because of how she presents her side of everything

Gaea and Piper don't talk much

Gaea and Jason don't talk much either

MELLIE!!!!!! 🥳💗

Stealing from my soul eater au with how Mellie operates. She and other nature spirits have little allegiance to either side, but they tend to lean to mother earth

She and Jason are the ones put together because she teaches him some air abilities!!!! :) She likes the kids very much and they all like her back :D

Piper DOES trust Mellie because of Mellie's neutrality. It's amusing to me because Mellie's answers to Piper's questions are usually more wishy-washy than Medea's 😭 But they are great!!!

😀 When the Lost Trio eventually head over to the other side (annabeth + co), Mellie follows them :) She is so helpful and awesome

Those are like, the 3 big ones 🤔 Their personal mentors and mothers and whatnot. Technically, Leo's mentors are Ma Gasket and the other cyclops, as Jason's was SUPPOSED to be Aeolus. Other ones I can think of:

Khione is there because... Idk for fun 😭 she and Piper bicker a lot. Sisters tho fr, through mutual dislike of Medea. She and Leo bicker a lot, general fire/ice dichotomy, it's not that deep. Jason doesn't like being around her, thinks she's too callous. All three of them think she's pretentious and snobby in general. Drew-esque

Cal and Z pop up again later to help train yeah. They're idiots. Cal and Leo are friends but Leo might just be making fun of him. Piper likes Cal but not Z. Jason doesn't give either of them his attention 😭

Midas + Lit are there, they just want to see the trio fight to the death all the time. Lit has this made up rivalry with Jason that Jason entertains but couldn't care less. Piper finds them funny but generally keeps away because Midas keeps forgetting he has the gold touch. Leo hates training, and thinks Lit is stuck up (he is)

Dylan is there. He's so Dylan like. He and Jason piss each other off, because Dylan thinks Jason doesn't deserve the attention, and Jason just thinks Dylan is an asshole. Leo and Dylan don't get along because Leo keeps pranking him with Cal + Z. Also Dylan keeps bringing up Wilderness memories. Piper has never liked Dylan and this won't change, but they have a mutual understanding

Hera is still trapped. None of the trio trust her when they meet 👍

Despite the fact that Piper is the most suspicious, she's also the one who leads things. Jason and Leo follow her. 🤔 Idk if this came from the soul eater au or just Nina's art but I like it 😂👍 Sometimes it feels like Piper is actually leading the story and the other two are doing mini games in the back 😭

Eventually Piper and Annabeth are at odds and then come to trust each other but that's WAYYYY down the line :) Reyna also plays into this :)

Medea and Mellie aren't fond of each other. They go back and forth about the kids sometimes, but ultimately the heir archy is still Mellie → Medea → Gaea. But also Medea and Khione aren't fond of each other, but that's because Medea thinks Khione is a brat

The "kids" is obviously the lost trio, but it also extends to Khione, Cal, Z, Lit, Dylan and other random people who come and go. The only ones that comes to mind rn is Clovis and Calypso, sorry 😭 Lit doesn't really mess with them too much tho, but he's there. On their occasional missions to loot the camps, it's usually the lost trio paired up with cal + z + dylan. They typically stick with the 3 members for a reason. Sometimes Khione goes but she rarely listens to the quest leader. Running gag and frustration that anytime they go out, she disappears halfway through. Plus she thinks she's too good for them 😭 debatable

Ultimately it is though, Mellie, Gaea, and Medea playing the biggest roles :) for the most part everything is like:

Medea: let's go shopping for new clothes

Jason + Leo: ok 👍

Piper: Why? 🤨 How can I trust you won't buy EVIL clothes? This feels fucked up. This is exactly like when you killed your kids. 😒 But if you're paying 🙄 I guess I'll go. I don't want any TRICKS though. You EVIL woman

Vs

Mellie: let's go rob some people

Jason + Piper + Leo: ok miss mellie 🥰

While in the back it's like,

Khione: 🤨 and why would EYE, a PRINCESS, do that peasant stuff

Cal: 😆 I will kill! It is fun!

Z: (I don't know what z would say I don't think about Z 😭 I don't care for him)

Lit: Tch. Stupid kids. (Does in fact go shopping)

Dylan: (just arguing with khione and glaring at jason who is ignoring it)

Hope that explains what ur asking for :)

[my-sleepy-head]

Ao3 link

Tending to his wounds

This fic was written to remember a drawing idea, this idea being: The Spine’s right leg is injured during WWI and Hatchworth has to try and bring him comfort while Rabbit patches him up with scrap metal.

The Spine whimpered silently, smokestacks pressed against Hatchworth as his little brother held him close. He was injured, pain causing his upper body to shake and Rabbit had secured his left leg under herself and was working on his injury. His right leg was mangled, he’d been hit and it had begun to bend and twist under his weight. “You’ll be ok friendo, I’ve got you.” Hatchworth said as his big brother was breathing heavily, panicked and unable to feel anything other then his wounded leg and how Rabbit was attempting to straighten it up. He was having a hard time focusing as he held his own hand over his mouth to keep quiet and that oily tears flowed down his face. He could feel the fire against his limb and held back a scream when he felt molten metal graze the injury.

“I’m almost done, you’re doing so good.” Rabbit whispered towards her twin, making sure the scrap metal she’d fused to his leg was straight and sturdy. “Just a little longer and I’ll lower your pants leg. Ok?”

Spine nodded as his tried to keep himself from shaking, his internal components rattling slightly as he leaned his head to rest against Hatchworth. “You’re doing so good The Spine. Once we’re home I’m sure papap will fix you properly.” The bronze automaton was trying to be comforting, he didn’t like to see his brother in tears.

The trio didn’t immediately start moving back towards their allies once the repair was done, the silver automaton still unable to move until he calmed down and that his siblings stabilized him upwards. Even then, his limp was obvious and they knew he’d probably have it for a while.

[ashpkat]

a scene from he’s always known, chapter 10 “Take Your Aim” (read on ao3!)

actual scene below the read more ---

‘“I know you’re in the league with the Enemy, Call. So I need you to help me, to help you.” Aaron pleaded with me, his hand grabbing my shoulder.

I’m too stunned to speak. How could I have been so careless to not notice an entire person watching me? ” 

-hes always known, chapter 10

[madsmazing]

D.M. Fanfic

A/N: Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!!!

Sorry I haven’t been updating as quickly! I had a seizure and then I’m taking eighteen hours of classes so I haven’t been able to write! I graduate December 11th though!!!!! So expect lots of updates very soon! I’m so thankful for everyone who reads this I honestly didn’t think it would come this far!

@octupus-on-the-moon

Part Eleven

It was the middle of the night, when I heard hard, heavy knocking on our door. I was not an easy person to wake up, so I knew it had to be loud. Draco was an even deeper sleeper next to me, or should I say around me. His leg had ended up in between mine and his head was nuzzled in my neck with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I could just ignore them, right? It is the middle of the night, they shouldn’t expect someone to answer. The loud banging on the door persisted. I let out a huff, untangling myself from Draco. He grumbled but rolled over showing no signs of consciousness.

I peered through the peephole in the door, seeing the pale green-eyed boy. Harry was starting to agitate me. I could see why he enraged Draco so much. I opened the door slightly, keeping my hand on the handle in case I needed to slam it in his face.

“What do you want, Harry?” I raised my eyebrows at the breathless boy.

“I wanted to apologize for earlier.” Harry’s hand reached for mine, but I yanked it back.

“You could have killed me.” My anger was sharp off my tongue.

“I didn’t though.” Harry looked hopeful.

“That doesn’t really help your case.”

“Look Mae, I didn’t mean to spell your broom. I meant to do it to Draco’s.”

“Why do you still have a problem with him?” I questioned; he quickly grabbed my arm. His eyes met mine with desperation as he pulled me forward out of the doorway.

“Mae, we can escape now. We can hide out until I figure out how to get this marriage law abolished and-” My reaction was fast. I hardly thought about it as my other hand came up and hit him across the face.

“What the fuck, Mae?!” Harry yelled. I let out a frustrated noise as a glare formed on my face.

“Stop acting like I’m some girl who’s obsessed with you, Harry.”

“I’m no-”

“Harry, it’s late. You’re going to wake Draco, get away from our door.” I spoke slow as I attempted to close the door when his foot blocked it. I sighed and couldn’t help the annoyed expression that came onto my face.

“I’m going to say this one time. I don’t want you; this is the last time I want to see you at our door. Do not come back, especially for me. Okay, Potter?” The last name slipped off my tongue before I could stop it. I couldn’t lie the hurt showing on his face did make me feel guilt deep in my stomach, but I wanted this to be clear. I quickly shut the door, so I wouldn’t have to look at him. I leaned my back on the shut door. My eyes welled up with tears, I had never had to stand up for myself before, especially to someone I cared about. However, if we’re talking about loving yourself, I feel like standing up to someone who almost killed you is a good way to start.

I wiped my tears with my fingers and looked up to get back in bed only to see Draco walking towards me. He looked almost predatory in the dark like this. His sliver eyes bored into mine in the darkness and the moonlight from the window caught his hair causing the bleach blonde to glow. His muscles tensed as he strutted towards me, he always held so much confidence.

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” I said, fumbling over my words. Merlin, Mae. You just had a badass moment and now you’re a stuttering mess.

“It’s not your fault, but I’m glad I did wake up. I got to hear my little mini me set her boundaries.” I scoffed, “I am no one's mini me.” I clarified. I liked honey b much better.

“Potter,” Draco mocked me. “Fuck, you almost said it better than me.”

“Of course, I said it better than you. I didn’t have to summon all the silva into my mouth before I spit it out.” I teased, he quickly bent down and grabbed the back of my thighs lifting me off the ground. He was getting very comfortable touching me, not that I minded.

“You think your cheeky, huh?” Draco tsked, his eyes darkening as he wrapped my legs around his waist. My body started heating up from the position. I felt so tiny wrapped around him like this, and I kind of loved it. He walked us back over to the bed, before flopping us down.

“Not going to tease me now, are you?” He chastised me; his eyebrows raised as a smirk played on his lips. I wanted to tease him, so much more. His hands hit the mattress on both sides of my head causing it to dip under his weight. I sucked in a quick breath; my body felt flustered in anticipation of where this would lead.

Draco trailed his hand from my toe up to my mid-calf. I was hyperaware of the contact his fingers lightly grazed onto my skin. When they reached my calf, his hand quickly encircled my leg giving it a forceful tug causing me to straighten my leg involuntarily. Draco rolled off me onto his side of the bed with a huge fucking grin spreading across his face.

“Goodnight, Honey b.”

“Goodnight, Dray.” I huffed back, hearing him let out a soft laugh.

***

In the morning I woke up to the smell of spiced tea. I cracked my eyes open to see Draco’s shirtless back and plaid pajama pants hanging low on his hips. The waistband of his underwear peaked out the top of the pants, letting my imagination run wild. He was too good looking for his own good. I laid there taking in his scent from the pillows, his smell lingered everywhere in this room. I kind of loved being reminded of him.

He turned around, a smile forming on his handsome face. His hands carried two cups of tea, the steam still rising off the tops.

“Rise and shine, honey b.” He sat on the edge of the bed, blowing on one of the cups of tea before handing it to me. I sat up smiling, holding the warm cup in both hands. I sipped the beverage slowly; I was always nervous with warm drinks that I was going to burn my mouth.

“Good morning, Dray. Thank you for the tea.” I greeted, if this was how I woke up every morning I was in for a treat.

‘Good morning, Darling.” His voice still had some morning husk as he spoke. I liked darling almost as much as I liked honey b. To be honest, I would probably like anything he called me. My eyes lingered on his forearm a second too long and he quickly moved his arm, so his mark was hidden with his body. I set my tea on the bedside table and grabbed his marked arm. I traced my fingers over the death eaters mark gently. It was just skin. I lifted my eyes up to meet his silver ones.

“I’ve been trying to figure out spells to get it off.” I shook my head.

“I know you’re ashamed of it, but I think it symbolizes what you have been through.” I spoke sincerely.

“I know, but this was a time in my life where I had no control over anything. I just look at it and feel weak.” I gave him a soft smile, putting his face in my hands. He always symbolized strength to me.

“If you want to get it off, I’ll help you.” His face brightened.

“Really?” I nodded, his infectious smile passing onto me.

***

I sat at breakfast with my friends, chatting our morning away. It was a carefree moment and we had never really had that at Hogwarts. Not with Voldemort tormenting Harry year after year. The spirit definitely seemed lifted, having to marry someone wasn’t so bad compared to having a war the year before. I quickly noticed Kai hadn’t joined us, and neither had a fourth year that sat next to us.

“Hey Jasper, have you seen Kai?” I questioned; the boys were closest to each other. He shook his head no, looking as confused as I was. Ester and Kai didn’t have much in common, but they both were extremely adamant that breakfast was the most important meal of the day. They never missed it.

“Maybe he wanted to have breakfast with Astoria?” I shrugged it off, that’s probably what it was. Something still felt off, I ignored it. It’s probably nothing, just a little stomach ache.

I was in the library getting some books for my potions essay, when a shadow darkened the whole aisle. My body stiffened as I looked around me but saw nothing. I casted my magic out to feel the air around me, the air felt sharp causing a shiver to run up my spine. I grabbed the book I needed and left that section quickly, almost running back to our room. I knew logically this was an overreaction, but something about that shadow installed a type of fear in me I had never felt before. I almost wanted to cry, I was so overwhelmed. I opened our mahogany door and slammed it shut. My heart hammering in my chest as I passed back and forth checking multiple times if the door was locked.

“Hey, what happened?” Draco said soothingly guiding me to the couch. I shrugged, I didn’t know how to explain it.

“It’s stupid, I shouldn’t be so scared.” Draco’s arm came around my body pulling me into his chest.

“Talk to me.” I sighed.

“Kai wasn’t at breakfast this morning, and neither was a fourth year who always sits next to us. Then when I was in the library getting books and shadow came over the whole aisle, but when I looked no one was there. It scared me very badly and I have no idea why.”

“A couple people were missing from the Slytherin table today too. Astoria, and a few fifth years.” He stated, making me lift my head from his chest.

“Do you think it’s connected?”

He sighed, “Maybe, Baby, it’s probably nothing.”

[slytherins-heir]

Requests Are Open!

Requests are finally reopened! Mainly focusing on what you want to read regarding The Wizarding World, but other fandoms are okay to request too!~ Any Harry Potter Universe requests are completely fine, they doesn't have to be solely based in The Golden Trio's era, I'll happily write for any era of the Wizarding World<3 I'll have a poll up shortly to see which of the three fic's I've been brainstorming that you all would rather read first~

[moonspads]

to achieve their ends

or, when the slytherins didn’t shut up when they had something to say.

some swearings but it’s only because they’re mad

“but he’s there! potter’s there! someone grab him!”

the entire place fell into silence right before pansy screamed these words. of course, potter’s friends were walking to stand in front of him, as if they were willing to sacrifice themselves for the boy.

the first thing blaise thought about was not the ridiculous amount people around him, but the fact he have never heard pansy saying something with such a frightened tone. out of all of them, she was always the one to get her shit together when necessary. this was scary, in a way, seeing his strongest friend like that. he didn’t know what to do.

he numbly hears mcgonagall asking filch to lead the slytherins to the dungeons, and that was what made him understand he has to do something, otherwise they’ll be dead.

“don’t be so heroic,” he managed through clenched teeth, “are you really going to send your students to the dungeons because we actually care about our own ass rather than some gryffindor’s who has the talent of getting himself into trouble?”

“i would die for him,” ginny weasley called confidently. blaise couldn’t stop himself from rolling his eyes.

“you might,” blaise said, “but would you sacrifice your brothers for the sacred harry potter?”

there was a silent for a few seconds. “you only say that because you’re a slytherin,” cho chang finally said, “you don’t care for others, you care for yourself. that’s what this house is all about!”

behind blaise, theo let out a laugh. “seriously? if you were as smart as you should be as a ravenclaw, chang, you would see slytherins actually care about others. you know, that’s why some of us prefer to give the boy who lived to you-know-who to save everyone in here. don’t blame this on the house.”

“i’m sorry for not being as pure as you want me to be,” pansy finally said, her sarcastic tone taking over, “i’m sorry i care about my friends. i’m sorry i would much rather see him dead than one of them -” she pointed at the rest of the slytherins - “and don’t even get me started, bitch. if everyone in here would die because you-know-who has an army of skilled and powerful wizards and not students, you would regret not letting him in and saving everyone possible.” she stopped to breathe for a second, then continued. “is his life worth more than any other’s?”

ron weasley snorted, “with all due respect, parkinson, you and your death eater friend will not decide -”

“how dare you,” daphne called, her body shaking, her wand in her hand, “how dare you call him like that. how dare you judge him. how dare you, weasley, really. if you were him you would have never lasted so long, i promise. none of you would,” she said, looking at the people standing in front of her. “don’t make this personal, i am warning you.”

the hall fell into silence again when daphne’s words echoed in the hall. her angry eyes were fixed on ron weasley, who did not seem very comfortable with the idea.

“just think of that,” draco finally said, quietly, but loud enough for everyone to hear, “we would all be saved. so many people you care about will be saved. what are you going to do? act like a book hero and start a war? or are you going to be a bit more clever and save more people? because, you know, i thought this was important to the oh-so-good gryffindors.”

“what would you choose?” blaise asked, “letting everyone die or save them?”

[levi-my-beloved]

Birds of a Feather

Chapter one

Pairings: Canon!Levi x F!reader

Content warnings: violence, swearing

Word count: 4K

Summary: You were the most notorious criminal in the Underground City. With your organisation of highly skilled professionals, only one man could take you down. He also happened to be Humanity’s Strongest… and your ex.

A/N: asdfghjkl hello there. so, this has been on my brain for a while now, so i started this as just a drabble. what i thought would stay as just a drabble turned into this 22k+ multi chapter fic because i have zero self restraint or self respect. i’m currently finishing chapter 5 as this is being posted, but i want to keep chapters posted around once every two weeks so i can keep up with the workload. maybe once a week if i start feeling spicy. yeah plot twist this is actually the second time i’ve drafted this up. the first time i managed to get everything done and in order and then manages to delete the entire post with my huge disgusting thumbs. Genuinely felt like crying for a good half an hour.

This is also my first Levi fic! yay! lmk if it sucks and idk i’ll cry or something. nah, in all seriousness please send me criticism cuz i really want to improve and critiques are the best way.

𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔

“How down, Raven?”

“Six feet.”

Within the dank confines of a stinking alleyway, two green capes marked with the Military Police insignia crept ever closer to the taller, run-down building upon which you and your little squad of Shadows were now perched. No sunlight illuminated your position. Not that you’d ever seen the sun, or know what it even looked like, but you based your guesses upon the pathetic rays shining through the grates littering the ceiling of the Underground City.

The language you used with your Shadows, coded words translated to:

‘How do you want them to be dealt with?’

‘Death.’

It was something developed by your late guardian and mentor, Viper. See, you all had aliases in The Nest, your criminal organisation. The leader was often referred to as The Raven, however your mentor preferred to use his own nickname, stemming from his own reputation.

Then come the aliases for your Shadows. Prongs was your second, a tall, stern looking man with the black mask of a stag settled across his features.

Then came Wolf, and you swore the first time you’d set eyes on him, you thought a titan had wandered into the city. He was enormous, all 6ft 6ins of him carved in hard muscle. Slicked back silver hair and a beard that to rival a bear. Similar to Prongs, a mask sat upon his face, resembling that of a snarling wolf.

Following him was Verdant, Scales and Diablo. Your power trio. Though their special talents lay in different professions, get these three together and they were borderline unstoppable. A white mask decorated with three broad maple leaves obscured Verdant’s pretty features, Scales sported a bronze half mask etched with a snake-like diamond pattern, whilst Diablo, your trained escort, had opted for something that accentuated her own gorgeous features, a mask of black leather arcing high onto her brow on the left side, whilst the right arced low by her jaw. Though you were already spoken for, you couldn’t deny the beauty of Diablo. She did wonders when prying information between the legs of a moaning MP.

To your left crouched the twins, Una and Leaf. Una was gifted her name by none other than you yourself, after seeing her accuracy with a rifle. A single shot was all it took, from any distance. She wore no mask, something you’d allowed simply because she’d complained about the sight obstruction when lining up a shot. You’d agreed, but only under the condition that she wore a low hood. Her fiercely protective brother Leaf had chewed you out for that, but you knew he meant well. Leaf was good at what he did, excellent, in fact. Which was part of the reason you kept him on as a Shadow. The larger part was that you were damn fond of him. Of all of them, in fact. You loved every single one of your Shadows. Every single damned member of The Nest, you adored. You were their leader, afterall.

A masked helmet of black leather, similar material to Diablo’s, perched snug upon your own features. The hooked beak and obsidian feathers of a raven decorated the necessity, covering your face and hair, though leaving your lower features visible. It was a rite of passage, for you especially, and it signalled the start of your leadership.

“Una, set up. Verdant, Prongs, roundabout. Wolf…” your eyes slid to the giant man on your right, a dark smile slicing across your mouth. “Heel.”

The boulder of a man visibly sagged, clearly disappointed at your orders whilst the others sprang into action. Prongs and Verdant leapt across the rooftops in separate directions whilst Una removed her rifle from her back, parting her heavy cloak to reveal rounds and rounds of bullets strapped across her body. Leaf nestled closer into her side, whilst the other four took a step back. It was obvious you’d all been at this for a very long time, despite the twins not looking a day older than sixteen. In fact, most of your squad was younger than you, save for Wolf and Prongs, who had served their respective roles twice previously.

Sitting back on your heels, you watched your team get to work, the warmth of pride blossoming in your chest. Whilst you knew Prongs and Wolf were already incredibly skilled, the rest had flourished under your leadership. It had been ten years since you’d witnessed MPs put a bullet through your mentor’s skull. Ten long years since you’d taken up leadership and expanded the reaches of The Nest. Honestly, you were pretty proud of yourself, and none more so than when you watched your Shadows do what they do best.

Taking care of unwanted visitors.

Una took aim, resting the butt of her rifle in the crook of her shoulder, staring down the makeshift scope. She would be ready to take care of the two soldiers if either Prongs or Verdant failed to eliminate their targets.

Speaking of which…

That kernel of pride ignited as your (E/C) eyes followed Verdant’s careful, calculating form dropping from the rooftops above the alleyway, in sync with Prong’s own movements. The two assassins swooped with the grace of a stooping hawk, the silver glint of metal caught your eye as they both brandished their blades, before sinking the steel into the necks of the two soldiers. You didn’t need to be closer to see they were both dead. Expert precision. Deadly accuracy. That was why these people were your hand-picked Shadows. And why you were the most formidable gang leader in the Underground City. Your little criminal organisation had expanded into something to rival the killcount of Kenny the Ripper. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought.

Una lowered her weapon, strapping it back in the buckles between her shoulder blades.

“Finished.” she simply stated, turning back to drop down between the shattered tiles and splintered ceiling beams that marked your entrance and exit to this lookout point.

“Rendezvous back at The Nest,” you ordered flatly, before dropping forward and into the alleyway below.

“Anything?” you ask, a brow raised behind your raven mask as you saunter over. Prongs held up two sets of blades from one of the crimson bodies now gathering dirt and grime. Useless to you as they were, but somebody would definitely find an interest in them. Verdant seemed to be struggling with the straps of whatever gear these mosquitoes used to fly around. You’d never been able to figure out how to use it, but that shit made good money when in doubt. However, your usual buyers had disappeared off the face of the city, and you’d noticed a decline in gear sales since then. Gritting your teeth, you shook your head to Verdant, laying a hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t. It’s not worth it. The thug trio haven’t been back in years. I doubt they’d return to us now,” you explain softly, prompting the girl to stop her struggles and huff defeatedly. You’re heart ached softly at the thought of him, but you pushed the feeling down.

“Here,” she muttered, handing you another rifle. It seemed to be a newer model, something of an upgrade for Una.

“You did good, Ver. I’m proud of you,” that seemed to immediately lighten the girl’s mood, her eyes shining behind her mask as her mouth widened into a toothy grin.

“Thanks Raven!” she beamed, before scampering off back to The Nest, almost forgetting to take the gun back from your outstretched hand in her haste to make it back and tell everyone she’d received a compliment from you. It wasn’t an everyday occurrence. Rather it only happened once in a blue moon…

A huffed chuckle had your head turning and eyes narrowing to your second in command.

“Can I help you?” you ask, your tone dripping with the poisonous threat of hell if he chose his next words poorly. But Prongs continued to smile ever so slightly, shaking his head.

“Not at all, Raven. It’s just, in the last few years, since you drafted her into the Shadows, she’s really come into her own,” Prongs explained simply, shrugging as she stooped to kick over the now drained corpse, hoping to find anything useful. You bristle ever so slightly. That was something you hated. Compliments. How the fuck were you supposed to respond? You tried to think back to when Viper tried to teach you simple social skills.

“Uh, yeah. She has,” you respond, keeping your features as neutral as you could as you turned away, beginning to trudge back to The Nest.

“I’m serious, Rave. You’ve done incredible things for us. You know Viper would be proud of you. I am too. But…” Prongs trailed off, clearing having something to say but not knowing how to say it.

“Go on. But what?” you pressed, wanting to hear what your second in command had to say.

“Well, don’t you think it’s a bit much? Rave, it’s been years. Eyes have started looking in our direction since those three vanished. You don’t think we should be lying low for a bit? Calming suspicions instead of rousing them?” Prongs offered gently. You knew, deep down, he was right. But some notable gang disappearing hasn’t stopped you before, and it sure as hell wouldn’t stop you now.

“I’ll talk to Scar about it,” even just the mention of your advisor, and wife’s name gave your stomach butterflies. Scarlett Obsidine, your other, and better, half. After the disappearance of a certain dark haired man, Scar was the woman who comforted you, and though you missed him dearly, your heart managed to haphazardly piece itself back together and love all over again.

“Rave, listen—“

“Let’s go,” Prongs closed his mouth, the tone of your voice stating clearly that this matter wasn’t up for discussion. Especially not with him.

⎈⎈⎈⎈⎈⎈⎈⎈

“You know he’s right,” you couldn’t help but sigh when your wife’s soft tones calmed your irritated mood. Soft hands gently kneaded at the tense muscles in your shoulders, forcing them to relax as a tired moan escaped your lips. Leaning back, you peer into her shining sapphire eyes, locks of brunette framing your face as she took the sides of your cheeks in her hands and leaned down, softly pecking your lips with her own. You couldn’t help humming a smile against her mouth, reaching up to deepen the kiss, but she pulled away before you could.

“Scaaaaar…” you pout, looking up at her mischievous smirk as she winked playfully.

“(Y/N)...” Scarlett sighed, swinging her legs over your body to sink into your lap, one thumb now caressing one of the most prominent features on your face. A nasty, jagged scar ran down from the the top of your forehead, over your right eye and finishing just past your jaw bone. One (E/C) iris lighter than the other as a result of the old wound. Soft lips chase away the shadows of your past as Scarlett replaced her thumb with her mouth.

“(Y/N), I don’t want to find you dead in some alleyway because you picked a fight you couldn’t win,” a finger poked your chest as she huffed above you, feigning irritation. You roll your eyes, (E/C) landing on your gear now strung across the table. That raven helmet almost calling to you as you shook your head. Disagreeing with your wife was never a good idea, but you were feeling particularly bold this evening.

“Look. So many jobs have opened up recently. We have so many opportunities to make this life more comfortable. More jobs means more money, more money means we can afford the gate toll and actually see the world above ground. And I can finally buy you an actual ring.”. Technically, you two weren’t married. Who the fuck would be stupid enough to perform marriage ceremonies in the underground City? But, it was easier than saying you were devoted to each other in every single way.

Lightly smacking your chest, Scarlett raised herself from your lap with a hefty sigh. “One of these days (Y/N), you’re going to be captured or killed,” she said quietly, unable to meet your eyes. “And then what the hell will I do…?” Scarlett had now completely turned away from you, shoulders hunched. Running a hand down your face, you pick your sore body up from the chair, reaching her in a matter of strides.

“I can’t give this up, Scar. You know that. You knew that when you chose to be with me. You knew The Nest was always going to be my priority,” you held out your arm, hand hovering over her back, not sure whether to comfort her or let her go. The admission almost had her in tears, you could tell by the way her shoulders shook ever so gently.

“You still miss him don’t you?” It was her vulnerable, defeated tone that alerted you to the slight change of topic.

You fell silent, not really knowing how to respond. Yes, of course you missed him. You loved him more than anything. But those days are over, you knew that. You’d cried enough those following nights after his disappearance.

He was probably dead anyway.

“Of course I do,” you wouldn’t lie to her. That wasn’t fair. But you knew the truth was just as painful for her.

“Will I ever be enough? Will I ever be enough to replace him?” the sound of her voice had your heart in pieces. You loved Scarlett. You really did. But your heart wouldn’t let you love her wholly. Part of yourself will always be dedicated to that grumpy kid you’d fallen for all those years ago.

“Scar… I—”

“I know,” she whispered, stepping forward away from your outstretched grasp. “I know,” you watched as the woman you loved, and who loved you, stepped from your shared quarters, hovering in the doorway. “I’m sorry I asked,” she closed the door as she left, leaving you a frustrated, conflicted mess.

⎈⎈⎈⎈⎈⎈⎈⎈

“Understood, I’ll bring them in right away. Thank you Niles,” The Commander of the MPs stood opposite Erwin, arms folded. An expression of irritation plastered on his sunken features. Erwin simply sighed, realising Niles was wanting to stay for this seemingly impromptu meeting. With a nod of his head, a cadet rushed off to find the two soldiers mentioned in their little conversation. Being Commander of the Scouts often had its perks, like having cadets around to run errands for him.

Niles cleared his throat, taking a seat on the green leather sofa within Erwin’s office. “You sure he’d help us? I mean, it wasn’t too long ago he actually decided killing you was probably a bad idea.”—he raised a thin brow, peering at Erwin with barely concealed suspicion—“I’m pretty sure the Underground City would be the last place he’d want to return.” a knock at the door cut their conversation short, both turning their heads as Erwin called;

“Enter.”

Hange was the first to make her presence known, poking her head in as she opened the door. A smile adorned the slightly dishevelled section commander, her hair sticking up in all directions. Clearly she had been in the middle of something when Erwin requested her presence.

“You asked to see us, Erwin?” her eyes sparkling with curiosity behind her glasses as she stepped through the door.

“Tch, just make it quick, I have shit to do,” the monotone voice of Levi behind her made Erwin pinch the bridge of his nose. How many times has he told him not to talk to him like that?

“Yes, come in and make yourselves comfortable.” Hange immediately took up a seat next to Niles on the sofa, Levi preferring to stand against the now closed door, arms folded. Erwin’s sharp eyes shifted to Niles, an indication for the MP Commander to speak.

“Well, no point in beating around the bush. We’ve received an anonymous tip about some criminal gang that’s been plaguing my soldiers in the Underground City.” Levi visibly stiffened at the mention of his old home. His jaw tensed in anticipation. There would be only one reason he would be called into such a discussion, and the answer was a firm no.

Without his permission, his mind flashed back to a (H/C) girl, her face etched with that ever mischievous smirk. He quelled the thoughts as quickly as he could. He needed his wits with him, and allowing his mind to wander back to what he’d left behind wouldn’t help anything. Besides, the likelihood of you being alive was close to none.

“Section Commander, I don’t suppose you would have heard of the group but Captain Levi here surely would have done. The Nest.” Niles continued, now eyeing Levi to gage his reaction. And for a man whose emotions were usually on a tight leash, this seemed to be what cracked his impenetrable walls. His eyes flew wide open, frantically searching between Niles and Erwin. They couldn’t be serious. The Nest? That was where Farlan and Isobel used to—

Shit, he really needed to keep his thoughts at bay. But what he did know was that The Nest was an impenetrable fortress of criminal activity. Trying to mess with them was suicide.

“Judging by your reaction, I’m going to assume you are familiar with them, Levi,” Erwin’s surprisingly calm tone eased the growing tension in the room. Taking a subtle breath to calm himself, Levi’s eyes narrowed to his commander.

“Yeah. I know of it. Why?” it was a rhetorical question, he already knew why, but he wanted to hear it from Erwin himself. Hange looked incredibly confused, looking between the men in the office, trying to glean something, anything, about what the hell was going on.

“The Nest? Why are they so bad?” she asked, not afraid to show how completely oblivious she is to anything that doesn’t concern titans or science. Erwin gestured to Levi.

“Levi? Care to explain? You probably know more than myself and Niles combined,” though his voice seemed kind, there was a slight edge to his deep tones. One that didn’t go unnoticed by Levi.

A heavy silence filled the room as the Captain wracked his brain for all the information he could think of regarding the organisation. It seemed like hours before he finally spoke.

“Well, you got one thing right. The Nest is a criminal organisation. A nasty one at that. Merciless bastards. Whether you’re a soldier or a citizen, they don’t give a shit. They’ll leave you a broken, bloodied mess in the street. I don’t know much about their leader. Only that he took over from the previous one around ten-ish years ago. Since then, they’ve expanded their shitty little gang and taken over an entire section of the city,” he explained, poison lacing his tone. It wasn’t that he was above the whole gang thing, oh no. It was more the state Farlan would be in before he left to meet whoever the fuck led that group of demons. He’d never seen his friend so anxious. So afraid.

“You never met him? Their leader?” Erwin inquired, lacing his hands together on the desk in front of him. Levi scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“If I had, I would tell you. But I know he’s smart. And not the good kind of smart. The kind of smart where he would always be ten steps ahead of you. He has a small group of trusted criminals surrounding him at all times, called his Shadows. They’ll be the ones to look out for,” Despite his voice sounding bored, Levi’s heart was racing. They couldn’t seriously be thinking of facing The Nest, could they? But something in the expressions of both Niles and Erwin told him he was wrong. Dead wrong.

“They’ve been picking off my soldiers. Always in the same places as well. I was going to leave it, just tell them to avoid certain areas until this tip. Their next job. We know what it is,” Niles interjected, looking down to the floor, his own mind a whirlwind.

“And you want to intercept them. The same way you did with me, right?” Levi finished through gritted teeth. This was absurd. There was no way they could pick them all off. Unless… that wasn’t the goal. Levi’s grey eyes widened slightly, realising what they wanted to do. Yep, this was total suicide. Hange clapped her hands together almost excitedly, as if she was also able to read Erwin’s mind.

“You want to capture him! The leader! Ah! This all makes so much sense now, I was starting to wonder why I was here,” the scientist mused almost to herself, before jumping to her feet. “This is the perfect opportunity to test some of the concept traps I have in mind. Obviously for titans they’d need to be much, MUCH bigger. And of course a few modifications would have to be made so they could adapt to size and body type but oooooooh this is so exciting! I’ll start right away!'' Without allowing anybody to get a word in edgeways, Hange dashed back to her lab to begin her preparations.

“Thank you Erwin, the Military Police will remember this,” Niles said, before he too was rising from his seat. Throwing Levi an unsure glance, he made his way towards the door, only to be shoved into the hallway by Levi, who promptly closed the door behind him.

“Don’t.” he simply said, turning back to Erwin who was peering at him, his expression puzzled. Levi rolled his eyes again, clearly having to clarify what he meant. “Don’t pursue them. It’s suicide,” The Commander’s expression relaxed slightly in understanding.

“We don’t have a choice, Levi. Not only are hundreds of MPs being slaughtered down there, but relationships between the Scouts and the MPs are strenuous at best. It would be in our best interests to—“

“Bullshit.”

Erwin sighed again, having to hold his tongue. Snapping at Levi now for his language would only rile up the man more.

“Levi, we already have a plan in motion. There are soldiers down there now meeting whoever gave us that anonymous tip to further discuss the job The Nest has taken. It’ll be fine, but you’re going to have to trust me.” Erwin’s eyes bore into Levi’s own, the man once again asking his Captain to trust him in a risky call he’s made. Levi’s done it so many times before, why was it so difficult now?

It took yet another pregnant silence before Levi eventually yielded.

“Fine, but don’t be surprised when we’re once again forced to retreat with our tails between our legs.” it was a savage comment, but one that Erwin didn’t take to heart as he watched the raven haired man leave. Yes, this was a risk, but all his risks so far had worked out fairly well. There was no reason why this one would fail. No reason at all.

Levi leant against the door to Erwin’s office, looking down the hallway before letting loose a long breath. Not only would he have to go toe to toe with The Raven, but he also had to face so much of his past he’d wanted to forget. Fuck, this was a terrible idea. Why did Erwin always have to gamble? It was exhausting for everyone else involved.

Folding his arms, the shorter man strode back to his own office, lost in thought the entire way. Would he see you again? Were you even alive? Did you know just how much he had missed you. Just how much he’d wanted to see you again. To hold you again.

Did you know he’d looked for you? How his heart shattered over and over again each time he found no trace of you. He’d never accepted you were gone. Always holding onto that thorn of hope that maybe, just maybe, you’d survived.

Collapsing in his chair behind his desk, Levi unlocked the bottom draw and gently pulled it out. He delicately picked out a small, ebony bird feather you’d crafted into a quill pen. Even though neither of you knew how to write, you knew back then how much he had wanted to learn despite never voicing it directly. All those nights spent copying out basic letters from discarded newspapers and wanted posters. You always had this way of reading his mind.

The smallest fond smile crept across his usually bored face. God he missed you. It had been years and he still missed you like he only lost you yesterday.

[emerald-phoenix-dragon]

"straight as a ruler"

Hey yall, here’s the long-awaited deamus fic that we’ve all been waiting for! If you want to follow my tumblr, it’s on my instagram profile now :). And if anyone from tumblr wants to follow my instagram, my handle’s @em.jade_dragon on there! Do like, share, save, reblog etc my posts, it really helps! More interaction (i.e interaction with my stories, commenting) would be very much appreciated :D. Anyways, without further ado, let’s get into things!

This is an eighth-year AU. TW/CW: food, alcohol, parties. stay safe everyone!

After the war, Professor McGonagall (now headmistress) invited all of the previous seventh-years back to Hogwarts to give them the chance to learn all of what they missed out on, as well as complete their NEWTs if they wished to do so. Most of the students did end up returning, even though a lot of them already had jobs (or offers that they had accepted).

The “eighth-years” were given their very own common room, and Dean was very glad for this.

It had been a relatively easy Saturday, and now, it was around 6pm, and the sun had just set. And because it was a Saturday, everyone was prepared for the event they all looked forward to - the weekly eight-year party. When Dean finally arrived on scene, albeit slightly late due to some solo quidditch practise (they didn't have any teams, but the eighth-years often had fun matches that were inter-house) to take his mind off something that had been bugging him for a while: Seamus. he couldn't quite put a finger on why he was having that nagging, butterfly-feeling in his stomach whenever he thought of his late best friend, but he kept on ignoring it hoping it'd go a way. He had the slightest suspicion what it might've been - after all, Dean was pretty sure he was pansexual, so it wasn't completely unexpected. But he'd intentionally tried to forget about it. He had, for a little, whilst he was outside, but now, as he entered the common room, he grew queasy again knowing his best friend would be looking for him.

As soon as he stepped foot inside, he noticed that a lot of people were already half-wasted. He must've been later than he thought.

"Dean-y, there you are!" He turned to see Ginny Weasley bounding towards him cheerfully, her eyes a little glassy. Other than that, she appeared to be pretty sober. "Gin, hey," Dean replied, giving her a light hug. They'd dated for a short while previously, but had broken it off after they both realised they were better of as friends. He was glad for that - they'd never have worked out, not when Ginny was practically in love with another classmate of theirs (spoiler alert - it wasn't Harry). He knew she, Neville and Luna had snuck into the party again. Not that anybody minded.

Ginny laughed loudly, and ran a hand through her cropped shoulder-length hair. She'd reportedly gotten Neville to cut it for her. "Needed a change", Dean remembered her telling him a month back. It suited her. "Dean, helloOo?" Ginny waved her hand in his face, and Dean blinked. "Come on, let's go say hi to everyone else!" she said, and promptly dragged him to the end corner of the room. There, on the couch, sat the golden trio, squished in with the bronze trio group. Neville and Luna were there too - Neville and Blaise were engaged in a flirty conversation on the floor, and Luna smiling fondly at them. She turned when Dean and Ginny approached.

"Oh, hello, Dean. How was quidditch practise?" she asked sweetly. He told her it was fine and she nodded. "Got a case of wrack spurts around you. Seamus, too."

Dean wondered what it meant. He was about to ask but before he could Ginny had strolled up to her girlfriend and had begun kissing Luna rather passionately. Sighing, he sat down near Blaise.

Hermione and Ron were cackling loudly with Pansy, who was telling a story involving Draco and the giant squid. Draco was silently sulking, leaning against Harry who was playing mindlessly with his partner's hair. "Dean, mate, you made it!" Harry said, nodding at him.

He smiled slightly. "Yeah. What'd I miss?" "Well, Dray here's been traumatised by Pansy and Ron and 'Mione-" "-They were not!-" Pansy cut in, now listening to the conversation as Hermione and Ron started discussing something about Percy Weasley and his new relationship with Oliver Wood.

Dean and Harry laughed. Malfoy scowled, but their eyes were light. "-Anyways, Ron and 'Mione and I had a fun time teasing Blaise and Nev, and at some point we were all dancing to ABBA music but we settled down again." Harry continued.

Ron nodded. He made a terrible impression of Parvati and Lavender, who had been singing along, before he stopped and seemed to remember something. "Oh yeah, and Seamus came looking for you. Not sure where he's gone now, but Luna said something about some girl rejecting him and now he's probably sulking-" Luna, by this point, had tuned into the conversation, with Ginny now sitting in her lap and gazing lovingly at her. "I never said she was a she, Ron. But yes, he had quite a lot of fuzz around his head." "You should go check on him, mate, he's your bestie!" Ginny suddenly exclaimed, her voice slurring. Dean nodded and got up, exiting the scene.

***

Despite having left his circle of friends rather swiftly, Dean had been interrupted several times for small chats and drinks with people in the room before he could even start searching for Seamus. He'd heard the latest gossip from Padma Patil and Wayne Hopkins, been given a bottle of fire whisky from Theo Nott, and had discussed the uses of owl feathers with owl enthusiast Michael Corner. At this point he'd gotten rather tired and was a tad bit intoxicated.

He ended exiting the common room and heading down into a more quiet hallway to try and sober up, when he'd heard quiet sniffling in the corner. Curious, Dean cautiously approached the noise to find Seamus sitting hunched against the wall, a bottle cradled in his palms. When Dean approached him, Seamus looked up and wiped the tears from his eyes rather swiftly.

"Guess you finally decided to turn up whilst your best mate got his heart broken, huh?" he said bitterly, his Irish accent coming out thicker than it usually did. Dean's heart melted a little, and he felt incredibly guilty. "Seamus, I'm so sorry I was clearing my head out a bit at the quidditch pitch and lost track of time, I feel awful I-" Seamus put a hand up, telling him to stop. He stood up and put the bottle on the floor. Dean couldn't help but notice how soft Seamus' hair looked tonight, and how toned his muscles were through the thin school shirt. Seamus, unfortunately, noticed Dean's staring. "What're you staring at for?" "I- nothing", Dean said quickly, awkwardly scratching his neck, looking away at the wall for a second. He'd forgotten how incredibly fit the Irish boy was, even though he was both taller and more muscular than Seamus. They stood in silence a bit, before Seamus spoke up. "I asked someone out today. Thought I'd give m'self a shot, y'know? But they said no. It wasn't a girl who- who rejected me. It-" he breathed out shakily, and Dean realised how incredibly shattered he was, and put a hand on Seamus' arm without thinking about it too much. "-It was a guy. Stephen something from Ravenclaw."

Dean didn't know what to say. He had wondered if his best friend had been 'bent', but never really thought about it too deeply. Inwardly he felt his guts churn and he suddenly felt strangely content, but he wasn't sure why "I- I'm so sorry mate, that's awful," he began, and trying to lighten the atmosphere, continued, "Maybe Steph wasn't into white guys?" His best mate laughed, and it was a broken, hollow sound. "Thanks Dean-o, really makes meh feel better. Perhaps he's into you, eh?" "I- well I'm not into him-" he began, but Seamus cut him off. "Bloody no shit, you're straight as a ruler!"

"But I'm not. Straight as a ruler, you say. I'm- I think I'm pan, Shay." "I- what?" Somehow, without Dean realising, Seamus had brought his hands onto his chest. And now all he could feel was his calloused palms digging slightly onto his chest, over his erratically beating heart. "I thought I was the gay bloke out of the two of us! Like, I dunno, at least the only fruity one."

"I guess you thought wrong." Dean said awkwardly.

"I guess I did." They stood there for another minute, staring at each other.

And suddenly Dean remembered that he was still holding onto Seamus rather tightly, so he made to let go, when he felt hands sliding down to his waist and gripping him. Astonished, he glanced up from staring at the floor and looked into his best mate's deep brown eyes. He reached his other hand out unconsciously, cupping his chin. "Oh, for fuck's sake!" Shay said, the lilt in his tongue sounding for some reason really hot.

Next thing Dean knew, Seamus had crashed his lips onto him, pushing him into the opposite wall of the narrow corridor.

He didn't respond at first. Seamus stopped for a second, pulling back. "Kiss me back, you dolt, or I swear to merlin I'll be punching that fucking sexy face of yours-" Next thing Seamus knew, Dean was snogging him back.

~fin

[ginazmemeoir]

so i was inspired by @h00man-bean and here you go with a fic about Kaz and Inej as the Devil and the Reaper.

tagging @h00man-bean @mango-pickle @carmen-riddle @the-fault-in-our-inquilab @momo-all-the-way @gopikanyari @aadyeah @reddish-green-personality @weird-u @holding-infinity-and-a-book @dragonfairy1231 @totallyforgotyouwerehere @a-dragon-under-the-stars @taareginn

I crash into consciousness. The sound of gurgling water and rustling leaves greets me as I stand up. Strange. The last time I was alive, I had arthritis and was confined to a wheelchair. All Nina could do was slow mine and Inej’s death. I remember the last breath I drew, the last thought I had, the last time I saw Inej smile. And then nothing. Just an empty void, just – not being anymore.

I look at myself, flex my toes. It appears as if death has returned my old skin back to me, but it still doesn’t look like mine. This one is clear as if it was tended to by a Grisha tailor daily, as if the man who bore it had never worked a day. I am wearing the suit I stole from Pekka Rollins, decorated with a genuine gold pin showing a crow with a lion’s head in its claws. My cane lies beside me along with my hat. Either I am in a coma and am dying a slow, painful death as many of my enemies wished, or I have woken from a dream and nothing that I know happened, never really happened. I would rather prefer the first. Then, I see Inej.

She stands there in her captain’s uniform, the teal coat Sturmhond gave her, coupled with breeches and boots. I bet her knives are still tucked there. Her skin, still the same gleaming bronze, is now wrinkle free. Her eyes are kohl rimmed, and her ink black hair spill onto her shoulders. She looks at me with confusion, her eyes searching. “Kaz?” she asks. I move toward her, and then run. Funny how a good leg is almost as useful as a grisha crafted cane.

I clasp her hands in mine, her breath caressing me. “Inej,” I whisper “What are we doing here?”

“You’re both dead actually.” says a voice behind me. I turn around to see a Fjerdan merchant approaching us. He wears a blood red coat with gold lapels. His blonde hair is slicked back, and he walks with the cool confidence of someone who just cracked a deal. The only thing differentiating him from a Kerch businessman that I once looted is that he’s surrounded by floating rocks. Inej immediately kneels beside me, and nudges me. “Sorry but I have a bad leg. Also I don’t bow to animated turkeys.” I say as I go and retrieve my cane and hat. The Fjerdan chuckles and replies in heavily accented Kerch, “I suspect that bad leg excuse is of any use to now, Kaz Brekker. Also, please get up Inej, you look extremely out of place bowing to me in a teal coat.” Inej gets up reluctantly, and when she does, she has… tears in her eyes?

“Sankt Demyan of the Rime, thank you for protecting me.” She says, and hands him one of her knives. “Ah. How poetic.” He says, and pockets the knife. That is when I realize that we, in fact are dead. And Inej’s saints, are in fact, real. Great. There goes my ten thousand kruge. Thankfully the rest of the Crows aren’t here or I would have ended up as quite literally, a bankrupt soul.

“How many times have I told you Demyan to let me welcome the visitors? You’re hardly a gracious host, let alone a good gambler,” says a Shu woman, as she walks in behind Demyan, along with a Suli girl. The Suli girl was surrounded by floating rocks as well. She looked at Inej, and smiled at her. “And now, I would like those gold buttons of yours.” Says the Shu woman.

Inej hastened to remove her own lapel, a dragon and a fox, when the woman stops her. “I’m not talking to you Wraith, I’m talking to Demyan. We had bet that Kaz Brekker would kick him in the balls when he first arrived. I however had gone for a scathing insult. So seems like I won.” She says, and takes the gold buttons that Demyan removed (albeit while grumbling) in her slender hands. “Sankta Yeryin of the Mill, and Sankta Marya of the Rock, I- it’s an honour to meet you.” says Inej, and proceeds to bow more times than she has apologized when she was alive. I am shocked to see the way these so called “saints” milk Inej’s “devotion”. She was the closest thing to a saint that people actually had down in the mortal realm, and I would rather have kicked Demyan in the balls than let Inej bow again. But I restrain myself for the sake of my jaan.

Inej gives two more knives to the women, and stands beside me. She looks like a ridiculous schoolgirl, all giddy as if she had met her favourite aunts, and I catch myself falling in love with her all over again as a dead soul. Demyan soon interrupts my thoughts with that sinuous high-pitched voice, and asks, “I see you’re unusually quite today Dirtyhands. What’s the matter?” “I’m sorry, it’s just I’m wrapping my head around the concept of not existing physically anymore. Also I’ve heard you carry your belongings with you to the afterlife, so where’s all my gold?” I reply. Yeryin chuckles, her slit eyes crinkling while Marya looks at me in disbelief. Her voice, booming like a mountain echo, repeats what she, and countless others back in the mortal world, including my wife, thought each day, “Have you no honour Kaz Brekker?” I just shrug and adjust my hat.

“Anyways, ah, back to the topic at hand.” says Demyan, as he walks towards a tree. No wait, the tree. It could easily be as tall as a mountain. Five springs gush forth from its roots, and a heart is suspended from thorns right in front of a tear in it. The heart with the thorns I remember from the most epic heist of my career, involving legends and the Ravkan monarchy. The tree I do not. Inej asks, “Mind me, O great Saint of the Dead, but could you please acquaint us with our surroundings?” Wow. That’s a lot of vocabulary from a woman whose last sentence, in my memories, is complaining how the medicine she gave me smelled like rat fart. “Oh yup that’s Djel. Or rather his ash tree. Quite popular with my countryfolk.” he says cheerfully. “And we’re here in a mountain in the Sikurzoi, in a different plane of existence. For you, are dead.” he continues, with that ridiculous smile of his. Marya then steps forward, her voice slightly less enthusiastic, giving me the feel that this is all probably quite rehearsed for a while now. “You are a long way from home my loves. Kaz Brekker, you died a natural death. Inej Ghafa, you also died a natural death. Both of you were a hundred and thirteen years old, with Inej dying within a year of your death. The form you have now, is the form you chose to be remembered as.” she says. Yeryin huffs past us, her robes billowing, and hands the buttons over to Demyan, raising up her hand to his face and showing a symbol that quite contradicts with the Saint of Hospitality. “I should have expected such from you, you merchant scum.” she says. She then turns to directly address us and says, “Enough introductions though. The real reason you’ve been brought here is for another reason entirely. You see, the souls of the dead…”

I roll my eyes as the Sankta prepares for another lecture about how our “feeble human brains can’t comprehend the world.” I regret having married Inej in this moment in the afterlife though. Dirtyhands would’ve conned them by now and found a way back to the mortal realm. Kaz Brekker on the other hand, sits on the grass like a five-year old listening a story. Inej sits beside me, her coat now lying beside her in a heap and her hair fluttering open. How I wish I could’ve seen her in the open sea like that.

“…are usually brought to the other sides of the tree.” Yeryin says, waving her hands in an elegant motion to summon up a throne made out of the river pebbles and rocks, confirming that the trio were all, in fact, Fabrikators. “There, they are all assessed in context with their deeds on earth. Everything that they’ve gone through, and everything they’ve done is all taken into account by the Saint of The Book.” She then points to a woman, invisible until this point, sitting near the tree. She bends over a desk, poring over a giant ledger and surrounded by thick books. Her thick blonde hair covered her face, her glasses perched on her wide nose, and her fair, plump skin flushed. “The three of us then decide their fate in the afterlife. Those, who we decide are ‘good’, enjoy the fruits of paradise for a while and then return to the making at the heart of this world. Those, who we deem ‘bad’, are impaled on the thorn wood until they are purged of their sins. They then bathe in one of Djel’s springs, and return back to merzost.”

“Yeah but why are you telling us all of this? We get it, we’re dead, so which way are we going?” I ask the Saints. Inej elbows me once again, scolding me with her eyes. I shrug, and stand up with my cane. “Unless you have something else to tell us, I would like to take your leave. Saints.” I start to walk, when I find myself tripping over. I right myself with my cane just in time, and see that my hands and feet are bound by vines, Demyan’s hands raised up. These saints want a taste of Dirtyhands? Fine. I will show them Dirtyhands.

I see Kaz’s demeanour change. He slips into the familiar garb of Dirtyhands, his eyes cold as flint, lips slightly pursed, standing like the King of the Barrel. I get into a fighting stance, my heavy coat no longer obstructing me. I feel the presence of my remaining knives, regretting handing over the rest. I respect my Saints, but nobody, and I repeat nobody, touches my husband and escapes alive.

Marya stands immovable, her eyes gazing at something in the distance. Yeryin clasps her hands, and states, “You came here at our wish Kaz Brekker. You leave with our wish as well. No need to reach for your knives Wraith they won’t serve you here.” I feel a tug inside me, as if someone is yanking on my leash. Before I know, I am pulled back, my breath knocked out of me, and I crash into a wooden chair. Kaz suffers a similar fate beside me, and I can see his anger barely in check. “Why are you doing this to us?” I ask Marya. She glances at me, her eyes tearful, and replies, “Because we’re tired Inej Ghafa. Because you’re now, the new gods of death.”

Great. We’re the subject of a cruel joke by the Saints and are being tortured for our sins. “We don’t want anything to do with you or your jobs. Just release us and march us over to the thorn wood, I’m ready to answer for my crimes.” “Oh you silly girl, we won’t kill our scapegoats, will we? Isn’t that right my fellow sisters?” Demyan says in his ridiculously cheerful manner. That smile takes me back to the West Stave, Heleen bartering over me with the slavers, her sinuous smile each time I resisted her. I eventually did track my slavers, although only Kaz knows of their fate, for he was the one who insisted on having them. Demyan then comes over to us, and the Saint of Death’s face becomes morose. He kneels in front of us, as if pleading with us, and says, “You see, we’re linked directly with humans and grisha. Death. Hospitality. Pathfinder. Our roles were fundamental to the balance of the world, to the smooth passage of souls and justice in the afterlife. However, seeing the Starless One return back to merzost, seeing Juris merge with the Dragonqueen, has made us realize that we thought impossible, was actually just – improbable. You would certainly know about that, wouldn’t you Dirtyhands?” Demyan glances at Kaz, his eyes moist, while Kaz looks at him unflinchingly. Weren’t the Saints destined to perform their duties? Then why are they looking for scapegoats? Demyan comes back to me, his tone rushed as he blurted out his plan. “We long to be free Inej Ghafa. We too long to return back from where we came. We too long to feel.” Yeryin and Marya then float over to us. “A Saint that dispenses justice, must have suffered injustice to be accurate in his judgements. He should be immovable, yet sensitive to the souls he receives. Kaz Brekker, you have shown us the resilience and fury of a Saint.” Yeryin says. Marya then glances at me, and begins, “Jaan, you’re one of my own people, and so I hold a special place for you. The Saint that is the Reaper, who brings over the souls of the dead, must kill without remorse. Must feel for each soul with all of her heart. She must be indiscriminate in her search.” “And you Inej Ghafa have shown us that heart.” Demyan finishes, clasping my hand. “The part is yours, should you keep it. However, remember, you must take it up with free will, for handling the deceased is a far more tedious and draining task than it sounds.”

I look back at Kaz. His eyes are focussed on the ground, his brain coming up with another wild scheme. I look at the Saints with disbelief. All this time, as I, as millions, prayed to them, honouring their martyrdoms with festivals and prayers, the Saints just longed to be human. Kaz finally speaks after what feels like an eternity. “I have a question. Are the Saints willing to answer that?” “But of course. That is the least we can do for you.” says Yeryin.

“You might’ve come across two souls in your eternal career. Jordie, and Pekka Rollins. What fate awaited them?” I ask hesitantly. I am both excited and afraid of the answer the saints hold for me. Marya looks at the Saint of the Book. She rises, and comes towards us, a small register in her hands. She hands it to Marya, and returns back, giving me a not-so subtle side look. Marya searches for the names I asked, clears her throat, and begins. “Pekka Rollins, the leader of the Dimes, a gang in the streets of Ketterdam, was impaled on the thorn wood. He was purged of all his sins, and then chose to return back to merzost. As for Jordie, your brother, he did not choose to stay for long.” I look back at Marya. “His soul… was tormented. Even though he was healed with the waters of Djel, even though we helped his soul discover his unknown gift as a Grisha Tidemaker, he kept searching this garden for you. In the end, he chose to take a single bite of Djel’s fruit, and returned back to merzost, finally at peace.”

Jordie’s fate stuns me into silence. Pekka Rollins snatched our life on Earth, but even in the gardens of paradise my brother kept searching for me. My vision blurs, my brother’s destiny opening a well of sadness in me, his peaceful return to merzost the only respite offered to him. This was the place where Jordie’s soul searched for me. Where he waited and waited for me, until he dissolved back into the heart of the world. And this is where I would choose to stay for eternity, the only place that holds my brother’s peace. I look at Marya, and nod.

Beside me, Inej grasps my hand, and smiles. She then looks down at Demyan, and says, “We will take up the mantel of your duties, O Revered Saints.” I roll my eyes. It’s as if Sturmhond’s vocabulary worms it’s way into Inej’s brain each time she talks to her saints.

The saints all look at each other, then smile and open their arms. “Our powers, are then yours, Wraith and Dirtyhands.” Golden rays, the colour of sundried wheat and barley emit from Yeryin. Ink black waves surge from Demyan while a shower of dirt erupts from Marya. The three slowly disappear, probably to a much better place. The knives Inej gave to them clatter on the ground.

Inej picks up her coat, dusts it off, and shrugs it on. She picks up her knives, touching them to her forehead, and wipes them on her sleeve. “So what do we now?” she asks me. “Well we’re here for eternity, alone, at least till you go off to bring our souls. Let’s have some fun.” I say and suggestively smirk. The Saint of the Book widens her eyes in horror as she looks at us. “Oh keep it in your pants, you perv.” I say, as I give a big shout and run towards the gentle slope along the riverbank, Inej’s soft padded boots following me, as we both tumble into each other and hurtle to the earth.

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Could I get a golden trio era ship preferably male. I'm 5"0, a virgo and a ravenclaw. I have shoulder length brown hair and dark brown eyes. I have a slim figure, kind of baby face and lots of freckles. I'm very sarcastic and introverted. I love astronomy and anything to do with the stars, I also love reading (mystery books are my favourites), crystals, astrology, flowers (my favourite flower is a jasmine) and true crime. I'm quite shy when it comes to talking to people at first but I do open up eventually

Crystals and Stars

Draco Malfoy x Ravenclaw!reader

Summary: Draco arrives at the Astronomy tower in hope of some peace and quiet. What happens when he finds a familiar face already there?

Words: 967

Warnings: none

A/N: I legit thought of this at 6am in bed when I was half asleep 

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“Oh sorry. I didn’t think anyone was here.” You jumped in your seat in surprise and turned around to look at the entrance.

“No, it’s okay,” you shook you head once you realized who it was, “I was just leaving.”

You marked your page with a pressed jasmine flower, reached down to grab your bag and quickly put everything it in.

“NO!”

You looked at him, taken aback at the volume of his voice. He cleared his throat hoping you wouldn't notice his burning cheeks from a distance, “I mean no. You don't have to.”

You stared at him for a second before facing back towards the telescope, pulling your book back out and placing your bag at the foot of your chair.

“So what are you doing here?” Draco asked dragging a chair to take a seat next to you.

You looked up at him and answered timidly, “Oh um. I like to look at the stars.”

Draco nodded in understanding, “Astronomy has always been your favourite subject.”

You looked at him wide-eyed as Draco quickly turned away from you, looking out into the night sky pretending to be nonchalant and praying to Merlin that you didn’t notice his red cheeks.

“I didn’t think you- I mean anyone noticed.”

Draco smiled to himself; ‘I notice. I notice everything about you,’ he wanted to say.

You turned back to the beautiful velvet black sky. Draco turned his head to gaze at the stellar view in front of him. The moonlight illuminated your face, your blue-and-bronze tie standing out against your brown hair. He watched your eyes twinkle like the stars above with a joyous look. Your lips were upturned slightly, enjoying doing what you loved the most. His eyes trailed from your face to the hands adjusting the telescope as you moved on to another constellation. His eyes fixed on fingers, his hand reaching forward unknowingly to trace the rings on them. You were startled by the unexpected touch. His hands were cold but soft, softer than you imagined they would be.

Realizing what he just done, Draco pulled his hand back to his side and quickly began to apologize, “Sorry I didn’t mean to-”

You smiled at him softly, “It’s fine.”

His attention shifted from your mesmerizing brown eyes back to the rings on your fingers.

“What are they for?”

You gestured to the ring on your right-hand index finger, “This is a moonstone. It helps bring about positive thinking and intuition by soothing stress and instability so the wearer can move towards good fortune and success in their endeavours.”

Draco admired the next crystal you pointed at. The crystal was a beautiful golden hue with flashes of flaming orange and yellow through it.

“This is the citrine crystal. It expels negative emotions like fear and instead boosts warmth, motivation and optimism in your life.”

Draco’s attention moved onto the next crystal on your pinkie finger, “Now this one is a sapphire. It’s said to be the stone of wisdom and royalty. It opens the mind to accepting the beauty existing in its surroundings. Plus, I thought it would be fitting for a Ravenclaw,” you finished with a shrug.

Draco smiled at your enthusiasm, the manner in which you explained and spoke about the crystals making him believe maybe they were more remarkable than he’d previously assumed.

“What about yours?” you asked hesitantly.

You didn’t know how he’d react. You didn't want to believe the rumours about how cruel he could be. But you had witnessed from time to time. Therefore you were shocked at the gentleness he spoke with as he admired the ring, twisting it around on his finger, in pride.

“It’s a family heirloom. It’s passed down generation to generation, father to son, on their admittance into Hogwarts.”

He removed the ring and placed it in your palm. You picked it up carefully, not wanting to damage something of such great importance.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered.

“Thank you,” Draco replied quietly.

You handed the silver snake ring back allowing him to slip it back on. Assuming that was the end of the conversation, you went back to mapping the stars in your notebook and Draco sat silently by your side, subconsciously fidgeting with the ring as he watched you do your work. Awhile later he was bought out of his daydream as you stood up from your chair, sliding your bag onto your shoulder. He didn’t realize when you were done and packed your bag.

“Thank you. For keeping me company,” you said, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear shyly.

Draco responded with a bashful smile, staying silent in fear of saying the wrong thing. You nodded before turning around and heading towards the stairs that would lead you down from the Astronomy tower. Draco stared after you, willing himself to say something, to not lose the chance he’d so clearly been given.

“Wait!” You stopped, turning around to face him with a confused look.

He looked seraphic, the moonlight illuminating his silhouette from the back made him appear as an angel descending from the heavens above. Draco felt his chest constrict, nerves taking over as he opened his mouth to speak. He closed it, clearing his throat trying to gather courage as you sent him a reassuring smile.

“Would you want to- can we maybe do this again?” he asked, his heart beating fast, thumping loudly in his ears.

Your face lit up as you sent him a bright smile, gripping tightly onto the strap of your bag with sweaty hands, “It would be my pleasure.”

Draco grinned widely, relieved at your acceptance.

“I’ll see you later,” you said, waving at him slightly before rushing down the stairs with a matching wide grin on your face.

Draco sighed as he fell back onto the chair, his eyes closed, a pleased smile on his face. He had come to the tower to look for some peace and quiet, some time away from people. Instead, he found something much better, he found you.

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