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[njcov]

THE SECRET WAR

Status: Completed

Rating: M

Summary: Lucius tasks Draco with a special mission: "You will seduce the Granger girl. I don’t care how you do it, I don’t care how long it takes. Tell her you renounce your family, tell her you want no part in the Dark Lord's plan...tell her you need her help. You will make her love you, Draco. You will win her trust, and then she will lead us to Potter.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26290024/chapters/64006732

[midnight-serendipity]

Timeless

Anakin Skywalker x Padme Amidala

A Star Wars AU x Greek Mythology AU x Multiple Crossovers AU

Synopsis: The late Ares had met his demise. As it was written - a primordial rule known only to the Gods - one destined mortal would transcend to divinity and claim the fallen one’s throne.

A one shot love story between two Olympian Gods.

Where Anakin Skywalker is Ares, the God of War.

And Padme Amidala is Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom

Rating: M

Warnings: Mentions of war, Mentions of death, Mentions of Pregnancy, Smut

Word count: 8.4k

~

Four thousand years ago…

“Anakin!” the Toydarian shop owner shrieked. “Where is that boy?!”

“I’m here.” 

“What took you so long?”

“I came here as fast as I could.”

The boy and his owner busily carried on with their daily tasks - Anakin with fulfilling whatever Watto threw his way, and Watto with his shady dealings - completely unaware of the eyes that observed them. Just like any other mortal all across the universe.

~

“He is the chosen one,” Zeus bellowed as all of the deities peered at the basin. Athena frowned in confusion as she stared at the face of the young boy.

“But he’s just a boy. There must be some mistake.” Hera’s voice rang with concern, her motherly instincts kicking in.

Athena looked at the rest of them, each one looked as doubtful as the other. The late Ares had let his guard down and met his demise from a poisoned drink while celebrating his latest victory in Exegol. As it was written - a primordial rule known only to the Gods - one destined mortal would transcend to divinity and claim the fallen one’s throne. It was the same for Padme when she had been chosen to step into the shoes of Athena. She was only fifteen at that time, and the transition had been very difficult for her.

How much more for this boy who is barely twelve?

“It is prophesied. He will be the one to bring balance to the universe.”

Athena frowned. She had not heard of this prophecy before. Had it been written way before her time?

“The pull of darkness has always been strong within Ares. But there is also light inside him. To restore the balance in the universe, he must first find that delicate balance in him. That is the prophecy of the chosen one - to do what others before him had failed to do. ” Zeus answered their unspoken question. 

She understood the concept right away. But believing it was an entirely different story.

Ares only ever had one role to play. Was it really possible to find balance when your purpose was tied with war?

Athena didn’t know that she would find the answer to that five hundred years later.

~

Anakin’s transcension happened in the middle of the night, when the boy and the rest of Tatooine slept. A light shone inside his room, bright enough to rouse him from his slumber. He woke up shielding his eyes. He didn’t even know where the light was coming from, but it was as if the small storage room he made a home in was…glowing.

Once his vision adjusted to the intrusion, Anakin frowned. Right at the foot of his cot was…a door made of light?

But before he could ponder whether or not he was still dreaming, a funny looking man with kind eyes came out of it. And unlike where he came through, he looked very much real. 

“Hello, Anakin.” He smiled. 

Anakin blinked. “Who are you?”

“I am Zeus. But I used to be known as Qui-Gon Jinn.”

~

The man called Zeus but used to be known as Qui-Gon Jinn assured him he wasn’t dead yet. He wasn’t sure what death felt like. But the void surrounding him didn’t convince him of that.  

It looked like they were inside an orb. Pathways made of light, too many for him to count, were scattered all over. There looked to be thousands above the one they were walking on, and thousands under it, too. There were some that intersected, but there were much more that never touched. But what he found most intriguing was that it didn’t seem to connect to anything. 

At least not to the naked eye. 

Much like the door they came through - vanished like it had never been there.

“Where are we?” Anakin finally gave in to his curiosity. 

“This is where everything meets. The thin divide that connects Gods to mortals - the World Between Worlds.”

~

“Welcome Ares.” Apollo greeted him. 

Athena’s heart squeezed, the boy looked much younger than she remembered. 

“Could you please call me Anakin?” 

The deities looked to one another, each of them unsure how to handle a child and his petty requests.

“We refer to our immortal names, that is how it is when we transcend to divinity,” Poseidon answered.

“Yes, but,” he swallowed, as if pained, “my name, it’s the only thing I have left from my mother. I just…don’t want to forget her.”

Athena’s heart dropped. Along with everyone else’s in that room. They all knew the story, how she died in his arms. He was only nine. Suddenly, the request did not seem petty at all.

“Of course, Anakin,” Hera answered without pause, reaching for his hand. 

The Gods have gathered at the gates to welcome the new deity and accompany him to his new abode. 

Each of them was gifted with one upon setting foot into divinity. 

Zeus had his up the mountain top, the only one casted in gold. Hera’s was made of pure platinum, structured just a few meters below Zeus’s. Apollo’s was down by the shoreline, always the one greeted by a new day’s first rays. Aphrodite had hers in the meadow. Poseidon’s, rightfully by the lagoon. Her own was by the brook. Its peaceful echoes, without fail, a welcome rest to her assiduous mind. 

The rest was scattered all over Olympus. Twelve temples for the twelve Gods. Each as regal and imposing as the other. 

Except for one.

The twelfth one was unlike any of the rest. It was the only place in Olympus where the sun never rose and the night never touched, bathed in a perpetual sunset. It sat, solitary, atop a rock formation. A river of molten lava licked its banks, casting shadows of red-orange flames around it. 

The sole place in the Heavens that was fit for the Underworld. 

Back when it had been Palpatine who resided in the temple, she didn’t give it much thought. 

But now, Athena found it extremely difficult to reconcile that same place with this child. 

His hand was still held within Hera’s as she guided and introduced him to each immortal there. Athena was the last in line, and when they stopped in front of her, it was unmissable how the smile he flashed her was the biggest they have seen on him since his arrival. 

A few months from now would mark her seven hundred and twenty-fifth birthday, and with a face of a nineteen year old, she was obviously the one closest to his age.

But whatever the reason for his ease, it felt contagious. 

Athena beamed at him. “I’m Athena. But you can call me Padme.”

She still didn’t have a clue about the prophecy Zeus spoke of. But she desperately hoped that Anakin was indeed the chosen one the God believed him to be. Anakin seemed too precious to lose to the dark side of Ares.

~

Present…

The setting sun cast a warm blend of pastels as its rays ricocheted off the marble tiles and stone pillars of the temple. The flow from the brook was music to her ears and the pleasant smell of lavender entwined with its echoes. 

On other days, the Goddess would have taken pleasure in basking in and observing this splendor. But not even the magnificence of her own garden could distract her from the mess of her own thoughts as she continued to pace around her temple, the trail of her midnight blue gown, billowing after her steps. It was a rare sight to see the normally graceful and sophisticated deity on edge. But on the few times that she was, it was always tied to him.

I know wisdom is your domain, but to me, you are my Goddess of love and beauty.

She halted on her tracks, and turned. She found him leaning against one of the pillars so casually, with that signature smirk of his. It would’ve been enough to have her fooled that this evening was one of their usual picnics followed by endless hours of frolic and exploration of each other’s bodies. But his attire told her the opposite – the perfect harbinger of the news she was trying so hard to elude. He was decked in his gilded armor, matching helmet on hand, sword tucked delicately in its sheath against his hip, while the wind toyed with the red cape that hung from his broad shoulders. She despised the mere thought of war, but every time he rode to one, he always looked so regal, so handsome.

She watched as the smirk on his face grew. He knew he rendered her speechless once again.

Padme rolled her eyes, but the uplift of her lips was evident. Such irony that the bane of her existence was also the one who quieted her storms.

“Be careful, you don’t want our darling Aphrodite to think you’re mocking her.”

Anakin chuckled and shook his head. “Adaline knows I would never. She knows I am simply besotted with you.”

But her relief was short-lived. She could continue with this charade, if only to mask and delay the inescapable. But he granted her an opening, and it was an invitation she couldn’t help but to sink her teeth into.

“Besotted enough to stay here if I asked?”

Anakin’s smile fell. And instantly she hated herself for falling prey to her own selfish whims. Anakin sighed. He placed his helmet on the stone bench and in three purposeful strides, he towered over her, her face cradled by his hands.

“Athena.”

It was also very unusual for the Goddess of wisdom to feel small, fragile. But she always found herself in such a predicament when he called her by her divine name and with that gentle tone that he reserved when he disagreed with her.

“I hear their prayers. They call for me. I have to intervene.”

And it was true. Each time she visited the chamber of prayers, she heard the mortals cry for him.

For Ares.

It had taken nearly a century for this war to brew. Padme, knowing the repercussions of one, immersed herself in anything and everything she could get her hands on – sending omens, appearing in dreams of warning, whispering in their ears, and even going as far as to seizing control of the queen’s mind and later on posing as one of the senator’s. The latter two had been frowned upon by Zeus, Obi-Wan and Anakin at first. Only to realize later on and admit that her efforts had been effective. She had managed to delay it by seventy years. 

Still, it didn’t feel sufficient. 

But this current war tyrant was even more relentless than his father. And there were things inevitable, even from the Gods themselves.

But was this truly inevitable?

What if I wasn’t as thorough as I thought?

What if there was a detail I overlooked, a participant I missed?

What if –

“Hey, hey.” Anakin grasped her chin with his thumb and forefinger, tilting her head up by a fraction. “I know what’s going on in that pretty head of yours. None of that, alright?”

“But what if I –”

“No. I know you gave it your all. Master Qui-Gon said so, too. Or do I tell him you doubt him?”

Padme couldn’t stop her grin. “You do know we agreed that he and Hera are the only ones we can’t call by their mortal names?”

Anakin grinned back, smugly. “I’m the exception to the rules.”

That. Was a very irrefutable statement.

Looking at him again, her smile was quick to take a somber turn. “I want to come with you.”

Anakin raised an eyebrow as if expecting something. When Padme didn’t continue, he smiled and shook his head.

“Funny you say that.”

Padme recoiled, hurt.

Anakin sighed. “I don’t mean it that way. I know you can hold your ground in the battlefield. But,” he trailed off, settling his hands on her still flat womb. “You were going to tell me, right?”

Heat bloomed on Padme’s cheeks as she looked away from him. She didn’t have the courage to admit it, but that was all he needed to know that she did plan to use their unborn twins as her bargaining chip at some point in this conversation.

Anakin chuckled lightly. “Now when,” he drew her face back to him with a gentle hand, “did you ever become so cunning, my darling?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. But the moment you leave Olympus, you lose its protection.”

Age would still come at a century’s pace, and he would still have the strength of a hundred men. But immortality would no longer cloak him. Anakin was no stranger to this. After all, it was Ares and Apollo who often gave aid to mortals when a war broke out. The scar that ran on the right side of his face, from temple to cheek was a stark reminder of that – a token from the last war he plunged himself in. Vulnerability was about to claim him again, and Padme refused to think to what extent this time.

His hands went back to her cheeks, as he stepped closer. “We’ve loved each other for thousands of years. Do you doubt me now?”

Padme shook her head, moisture clouding her vision. “Never.”

“Then you know that I will always come back to you. Now, more than ever.”

And it was true, no matter how long it took him, he always came back to her.

~

Three thousand five hundred years ago… 

The Gods all stood by the gates of Olympus once again. Anakin Skywalker was due to return from his training. Padme couldn’t quell her excitement. She was fond of the little boy. So much that she joined Hera in admonishing Zeus when he first told them of the young one’s upcoming training.

He was Ares now. They didn’t have to ask what training he needed. But still, he left with Obi-Wan, eager to fulfill his responsibilities.

Padme shook the despondent thoughts away. The important thing was, he was coming home. Today. She clutched the necklace he fashioned for her tighter now.

And just as they promised, as soon as the thirteenth sun for the eighth month arose on the five-hundredth year, two silhouettes appeared in the distance. Only, there was no little boy in sight. The two figures drew closer, one clearly towering over the other. She didn’t need to guess which deity was which.

“Welcome back.” Zeus greeted as soon as they finally stepped foot within the gates.

Padme’s heart gave a stutter. Obi-Wan still looked quite the same from when they left half a millennia ago. But Anakin did not. The meek little boy was gone, and in his place was a young man. Everything about him screamed power. Confidence sat on his broad shoulders. He stood straight and tall, stance fit for a king. 

But it was his face that took her breath away. He had cheeks and a jaw that looked to be carved from granite, ocean eyes deep and all-seeing. His hair was a darker shade now, more honey than golden. Longer too, as his bangs curled on his forehead. The sides combed slightly over his ears, the back kissing the collar of his dark robes.

He was a sight difficult to look away from. 

But a poke to her ribs did make her look away. Adaline. 

Padme glared. “What?”

“You didn’t greet them.”

Padme’s eyes widened. They were supposed to echo the greetings after Zeus. How could she have forgotten and not heard the other Gods?

She opened her mouth only to be silenced by the sly twinkle on Adaline’s blue hues. “It’s alright. He is easy on the eyes, isn’t he?”

“–”

“And he’s gotten quite the experience, living with mortals. You’ll never know, he might be able to give your busy mind some well-deserved distraction.”

Padme blinked, warmth slowly creeping up her cheeks. She didn’t need to ask. After all Gods were allowed to partake in pleasures with humans when in their realm and the child in Anakin was clearly gone now. Still, she refused to have her thoughts paint him in that light. But it was too late now. The seeds that Adaline planted in her mind sprouted, and there was no way to unsee the images of what those soft pink lips would look like up close. Or how his curls would feel in her hands if he was hovering and panting above her, maybe have his head between her legs, too.

She felt like she was about to burst in front of all the deities. And that wouldn’t be a pretty sight.

Padme closed her eyes, drawing a breath or two, she willed her heart to slow down and ignore the whispers the tease of a Goddess blew her way. After all, she wasn’t Goddess of wisdom for nothing.

And she would have been that close to believing it too and garnering a feeling of triumph over it. Until Zeus had turned around, beckoning the newly arrived Gods to follow him. Obi-Wan smoothly fell into step after him. Anakin remained a second behind and turned, singling Padme out with ease. He looked at her, like she was the only one in all of Olympus and Padme could have melted right on the spot with his fiery gaze. Then just like that he flashed her a grin and a wink then left to trail after the two Gods.

The heat returned to her with a vengeance.

He had heard her thoughts. 

She will never admit it, but she had focused her entire energy in avoiding him.

It didn’t last long, however.

The next day, Padme had been intent on getting an early start. Daybreak hadn’t even arrived yet when she found herself at the Chamber of prayers. To her surprise though, she wasn’t alone nor its first occupant.

She didn’t have any idea how long he had been there already. But judging from the number of used scrolls beside him – a while. He glanced up at her. She steeled herself for some teasing, maybe even a little bit of arrogance. Only, none came, when he looked up, he only gave her a small smile then went right back to his scribbling. As if all the playfulness from yesterday didn’t even exist. But he wasn’t the only one with a purpose. She went to the chamber with a mission, and Padme was determined to see it through – regardless of his presence, nor behavior. So, with a roll of her shoulders, she marched for the basin and planted herself in front of it, eyes and ears dedicated to all calls to her.  

Senses diluted in her task; she was vaguely aware of the hours as they ticked by. Focusing on the most dire ones was of course a priority. Once satisfied she had answered all she needed to, she took a step back, letting the present slowly come back to her.

The first thing she noticed was the sun, now high above Olympus’ skies. The second was the silence. No sound of the rough glide of a quill over parchment to be heard. And yet, she didn’t even need to turn around to know he was still there. His presence filled the room. But when she did, she found him drawn in concentration as his eyes meticulously devoured each line on the scroll he held.

Curiosity finally won her over. “What are you doing?”

Anakin looked up, startled. “Oh. Just making sure I didn’t forget one.”

“What one?” Padme’s head tilted as she stared at his eyes. It was as piercing as always, but it carried a sheen of guilt and sadness that held her in confusion.

“Names of those who died in the war.”

“And you’re listing them down?”

Anakin nodded. “It’s my turn to pray for them.”

Padme’s mouth fell open.

“To Charon, that he’ll be kind enough to ferry those who were buried in the enemy’s soils and not given obols, that I’ll pay him in return. And to Hades, that he’ll give them a just judgment and rest to their souls.”

“Why?”

“They died during the war. I failed to keep them safe.” He shrugged. “It’s the least I can do.”

Feeling inexplicably drawn to him and unable to stop herself, Padme sat down on the bench beside him.

“Anakin, there is always death in war. You know that.”

“I do know that. But they called out to me. I just want to help in any way I can.”

It was silent for a short while and Padme was momentarily distracted by the slight tinge of pink on Anakin’s cheeks. But that too didn’t last long as he turned to her with eyes made of steel yet housing a little bit of uncertainty.

“Padme, can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“When I – if I die and if there was a chance that Ares dies with me entirely, will that…end all wars?”

For the first time in a very long time, the Goddess of wisdom was struck speechless. She did not know if it was because of the look of determination that hardened his handsome face – as if he would be ready to shed his immortality and fling himself off the fiery banks surrounding his temple if she said yes.

Or, if it was because she finally understood what Zeus meant all those years ago.

Before Anakin, Padme had come to know only one man to don the title of God of War - Sheev Palpatine. 

Palpatine was always deliberate and meticulous in his every move. He slaved over plans and strategies every time a war broke out. Padme looked up to him for a time, admiring his dedication. Until she found out his real reasons.

“I enjoy the politics behind one. I have a great love for puzzles.”

Oh, the horror on her face when she heard him say it. Wherever war was, death surely followed along with destruction, hunger and suffering. And here was one who basked in it.

He lived up to twelve thousand years. 

Before him a male from the Dathomirian Zabrak race occupied the war God’s throne - Maul Opress. Padme never had the displeasure of meeting him, but as per the other Gods’ recollections, he was the exact opposite of his successor, and aptly labeled as the most reckless deity to have ever transcended. 

He was also known as the divine being with the shortest immortal life.

But if there was one thing common between Maul and Palpatine - and perhaps all the others who came before them - is that they thrived in going into battle. They took great relish in the prestige of being war gods and heroes.

Anakin however was an entirely different story. There had always been a subdued and somber side to him, one she had once been sure he would grow out of. One look at him now, she knew that was not the case.

There had noticeably been fewer wars since he ascended to the role. She always associated that with luck.

But no, she finally understood.

That if he could, Anakin Skywalker would willingly and gladly contain all conflicts within him. If it meant ending its devastations once and for all. These past five hundred years had been the most peaceful the universe had ever known. Only because the explosions were going on inside his head – the cost of balance.

Padme’s heart ached as she stared at him. Chaos had never looked so beautiful.

She didn’t know if that was the pull that made her snap. But in the next second, Padme threw herself onto him, lips claiming his. A sound of surprise came from Anakin but was soon forgotten as his hands came around her, pulling her impossibly closer.

His lips were warm, soft yet firm as it moved against hers. She had been the one to initiate it, but dominance was pretty much second nature to him as he easily pulled it from her. The warmth of his palms seared her skin as he cupped her face in his hands. Padme gasped as he softly bit her bottom lip, granting entry to his prowling mouth.

And when the tip of his tongue gently touched hers, she was chocolate melting in his arms. Padme’s hands trailed down to his chest. It was firm underneath her fingertips and she wondered what it would feel like against her skin.

Padme shuddered as Anakin’s lips left hers and started tracing a line down the column of her neck. She shifted and a loud moan was pulled from her as something stiff and definitely not small, brushed her between the legs. She wanted more. Planting her knees on the sides of his hips, Padme secured a firm hold on his shoulders, desperate to chase that feeling again and again and –

Wait. When did I get on his lap?

She straightened, her eyes snapping wide open.

Anakin, not having caught on to her inner turmoil yet, continued mapping her chest with his mouth. Padme flushed, it was one thing to just feel it but another thing to watch it, too. His lips were dangerously close to her neckline. She bit her lip wondering how he would react if she were to pull it down by a little.

What am I doing?

Scandalized, Padme pushed him off her and scrambled off his lap, hands hastily fixing her disheveled gown. Anakin slightly tipped forward, eyes opening in a daze. Confusion was evident in his face until the image of Padme fixing herself finally made his brain catch up. He stood up, red blotching his face and neck.  

“Padme I – wait! Padme!”

Anakin continued to call out for her, but Padme was adamant to make a run for it. She was grateful that he didn’t chase after her.

Although, if she were to stop and listen to her heart of hearts, she would know at that moment that there was a part of her wishing he would. But the Goddess wasn’t just wise.

She was also stubborn.

And maybe that wasn’t a trait to be proud of. But right now, it dug through her veins, fueling her intent to get to the bottom of things.

It took her a few moments, but she found the bottom of things the next day.

At Aphrodite’s temple.

“Oh, hello Padme, come have some tea.”

“I didn’t come here to have tea.”

“Come now –”

“No! I don’t want to hear it and I don’t want to be part of your pranks!”

The only response Padme received was a curious raise of a brow.

Padme steeled herself, “whatever you did – reverse it.”

“Oh.” Unfazed, Adaline’s voice rang with amusement. And by the glint in her eyes, Padme knew she needed to brace herself. “Or you could own up to whatever it is you did.”

“I – I – No – I – He –”

Adaline’s eyes narrowed. “Did you kiss him?”

Padme’s face was on fire.

“Oh.”

“Because of you!”

“Excuse me?”

“You! You’re the Goddess of love. You just – you just make things happen!”

“Oh, that age-old misconception again!” Adaline sighed, exasperated. “I help make love matches happen, not love spells. I don’t manipulate people and certainly not deities to act on their impulses.”

Padme glowered.

Adaline sighed again, albeit on a calmer note this time. “Have a seat Padme, come have tea –”

“I don’t want tea!”

“Padme, you are at my temple, therefore you’re my guest. Please, come sit and have tea.”

Padme’s mortification resurfaced with a vengeance, only this time of a different nature. Both of them boasted of more than a thousand years of divine experience under their belts, and yet here she was acting like a petulant child. To make up for it, she did as told and with a timid hand, accepted the piping hot cup.

She had no clue what kind of tea was in the cup. But she did detect a faint aroma of cinnamon, and the hint of spices were a pleasurable surprise to her tongue, and after a few mouthfuls, she felt soothed.

“Where I come from, people have a lot of quotes about love.” Adaline spoke. Her relief and calm, palpable.

“Earth?” Padme asked and Adaline gave a nod. Humans, like all other races, were scattered across the universe, each ethnicity possessing a telltale characteristic. The ones from earth seemed like an eccentric one.

“But there’s one that perfectly sums it up for me. Whatever our souls are made of –”

“His and mine are the same.” Padme finished. She had heard of it before.

Adaline nodded, placing her cup down. “When someone is born, I see something in their souls. It’s like,” she trailed off, lips pursed as she searched for the right word, “a spark.”

“A spark?” Padme repeated.

“Yes, it’s usually dull and small. But when they finally meet the person with the other half of that spark, it explodes into something beautiful and big and bright. Sometimes they meet other people along the way who – how do I put it, hmm?” Adaline paused, tapping her chin with a finger, “Ah, they’re like the journey but not the destination – if that makes sense?”

This time it was Padme’s turn to ponder – jilted lover? Former lover? No. They had a new term for that now. “Like an ex?”

Adaline snapped a finger. Her eyes alit, clearly pleased that Padme had cottoned on. Last she checked, the mind and heart didn’t always get along. “Yes, that’s the one. Those people can help a spark grow but no matter how hard they try, their sparks won’t reach their full potential.”

Padme blinked, before her eyebrows drew into confusion. “So, where do you come in?”

Adaline grinned. “I give them nudges. You know, clues.”

Padme’s frown deepened. “But that sounds so…easy.” She tried not to, but knew it still came out as rude.

To her astonishment, Adaline only laughed. “Oh, you’ll be surprised. People are very…fickle. Most times they don’t even recognize the one they’ve been searching for their whole life is right in front of them. And sometimes I send warnings and they ignore it completely, even when it’s already flashing neon signs! That’s when a relationship can become toxic.” The pointed look Padme received from Adaline had her almost squirming in her seat.

“Besides, I only found out recently that this trait carried onto divinity.”

Padme blinked. “What – what do you mean?” She asked.

Adaline smirked. “I almost gave up on you, you know? Thought you were a mistake –”

“Hey –”

“I didn’t know your match would be born seven hundred years later.”

Padme was powerless against the sharp intake of breath that tore from her mouth. “What? You – you mean –”

“Anakin.” Adaline finished for her.

Padme’s mouth opened and closed, no sound coming out. There were arguments on the tip of her tongue. But even in her own mind, nothing made sense. From the very first time she laid eyes on him, Padme had felt an invisible string, pulling her to him. Back then, she was always quick to label it as something akin to a sibling’s affections.

And yet seeing him again two days ago, after being gone for so long – it was like a veil had been lifted from her eyes. And everything never looked clearer.

And yet…

“Thank you for the tea. I must –”

“What are you afraid of?”

Padme froze, she had just stood up, back turned to the table when Adaline’s question came. She willed herself to move, to deny her claim. But it’s as if her own body forgot to function, and in a second, Adaline was in front of her.

Adaline beckoned her with her eyes, and that was all it took for Padme to understand that she won’t be able to lie through her teeth with this one.

Padme sighed, her walls falling, shoulders stooping. “We call ourselves immortals. But we too, perish. Although it can take a hundred thousand years or so, still, we die, and he’s the God of war. He’s always out there fighting. Chosen one or not anything could happen and if so…I,” Padme looked to her feet, letting out a breath. “Eternity seems too long of a time to miss him.”

Back then, when Anakin was still new to the role, she had worried greatly for him. But even that paled in comparison to the fear engulfing her now. Even to Gods, nothing was certain, and now more than ever she wished not to witness the truth behind that statement.

As if expecting something like that, Adaline only smiled at her. “You know what I love most about being Goddess of love?”

“What?”

“I can only feel a fraction of their emotions, but when you’re the one involved…it is mind-blowing.” The taller deity placed her hands on Padme’s shoulders. “Not everyone gets a chance like this Padme, and a lot of mortals would kill to be in your shoes. Every day, they throw themselves away for even just the slightest chance of love, and they risk all they have even if they know everything is just fleeting.” Adaline let out a breath, rubbing her hands up and down Padme’s arms. “I know the idea of losing him and living the rest of your immortal life without him seems daunting. But that feeling of forever that love gives you?”

Adaline smiled, a thin film of moisture that wasn’t there before making her eyes shine with a despondent luster. “No matter how short, it’s a feeling that nothing else in this Universe could ever replace.”

Padme’s mouth dropped, her own eyes slightly tearing. Adaline was ahead of her by a hundred and forty-six years. But she too, had heard of the Goddess of love’s story, how her mortal lover died a few months shy of her transcension.

The cruelest welcome to immortality.

She rarely allowed herself to be vulnerable. There were times that the pain and longing would sneak up on her and catch her off-guard. But she always masked it behind her tresses and smiles, choosing instead to help others and finish the story she never could.

If that wasn’t selflessness and strength, then Padme didn’t know what was.  

“And do you remember the very first thing Zeus told us about him?”

Confused, Padme frowned. She wasn’t sure why Adaline was bringing that up now. “That he is the chosen one?”

“You help him find that balance, Padme.”

For the second time that day, she was speechless. 

“Go.”

She didn’t need further convincing. Heeding her heart this time, she knew she had already heard everything she needed to. Padme smiled and lifted her skirts, racing her way out of Adaline’s temple. She didn’t even need any help from the Goddess to pinpoint her way. She knew where she’d find him.

And find him she did, almost right to the entrance of her own temple.

She was still a few paces away, concealed by some trees when she stopped. The sight of an agitated, pacing Anakin stilled her breath.

“Padme, I’m sorry – I,” Anakin paused mid-step, “no, I can’t start at that. She might think I didn’t like her kiss.”

Anakin went back the way he came from and only then did Padme let herself smile. He had her mistakenly thinking he'd found her. But now, Padme didn’t know which had her more delighted – the comical sight of a frustrated Anakin talking to himself, finding him with the intention of straightening things out with her, or his inadvertent confession.

It would have been entertaining to remain in her hiding spot, but after watching him take a few more turns and mumble to himself, Padme decided to finally swallow a pill of courage and take the last few steps.

“Padme.” Anakin stilled when he caught sight of her.

His surprise had her smiling wider. Being the God of war, she was pretty sure he’d have heightened senses.

“Anakin.” She greeted calmly.

In the blink of an eye Anakin was in front of her, and Padme had to draw in a breath. His eyes were midnight blue and yet lost in it, all she could feel was heat.

“You ran away from me yesterday.”

Padme cringed, initial elation now gone. “Anakin, I –”

“No. I let you go when I’ve been nothing but in love with you. If there’s anything I’m sorry for, it’s making you think I didn’t feel the same way.” Anakin cupped her cheek, “I’ve always dreamed of kissing you, Padme.”

Padme’s mouth fell open in a gasp. It never crossed her mind that she’d get to hear these words from him. And now that she did, she came to know one thing. Even if still new to her – Adaline was right. Nothing would ever compare to this. No words would ever come close into giving her heart a jumpstart. Padme smiled. “Nothing’s stopping you now.”

This time, it was Anakin’s turn to grin. But it was short lived as two seconds later, he bent down and caught her lips with his. It was nothing like their first kiss.

This was unhurried. His lips, soft against hers, gentle and teasing – like a breeze dancing on one’s skin. But just like yesterday, it left her breathless for more.

~

Present…

“What are you thinking of now?” Anakin asked, a sly twinkle on his eyes as he reached for her hands, bringing her knuckles to his lips.

“You.”

Anakin straightened, the hold on her hands keeping firm.

“You have me, sweetheart. Always.”

It was like a newly sharpened blade struck her heart, an invisible hand twisting it slowly. She dreaded the long days and even longer nights without him.

How long would it be this time?

Years?

Decades?

Centuries?

Would he even come back – No!

Padme mentally gave her head a shake. She mustn’t think that way. Anakin promised he would come back to her, to them, and if there ever was a being who wouldn’t just move, but bend heaven, earth and everything in between to fulfill a promise – Padme didn’t have to look further.

It was the God standing right in front of her.

“When do you leave?” Padme asked, trying hard with an iron-clad fist to keep her tears and voice at bay.

Opposite to the atmosphere, Anakin gave out a short breath. A chuckle caught last minute. “Obi-Wan wanted tonight. But I convinced him tomorrow was the better idea.”

Padme rolled her eyes. “Remind me to have a word with him. But that means you’re all mine tonight?”

Anakin grasped her chin, thumb brushing her lips. “Tonight, and all of eternity.”

And that was everything she needed.

Padme smiled and grabbed his hand, leading him inside her temple. She stopped once she reached the foot of her bed. Turning around, her hands went to the clasps of her dress. With a press and a pull, the garment pooled by her feet, leaving her completely bare to Anakin’s gaze.

She watched as Anakin’s eyes darkened and Padme felt molten lava flowing through her veins.

“You will be the death of me woman.”

Padme let go of him and crawled to the middle. She laid on her back, unabashedly spreading her legs to give him an unobstructed view. Anakin’s gaze zeroed in on her center, generously slick for him as his hands steadfastly, yet slowly worked to remove his garments.

With every piece of his tanned skin revealed, Padme traced with her eyes, until none of his clothing remained. Her nipples tingled and tightened as her gaze traveled down his sculpted torso. Stopping on the manhood that stood proud and stiff against his stomach.

Anakin smirked, following her line of sight. He grasped his length in his hand, groaning as he gave himself a few pumps.

Padme copied his movements, her own hand traveling towards her core, fingers lazily drawing circles over her clit.

“Anakin, please.” Padme moaned. Watching him was one of her greatest pleasures. And on any other night she would have basked in it and taken everything he wanted to offer. But not tonight.

Tonight, she just needed him.

Hearing her plea, Anakin’s eyes softened and crawled over to her. Padme’s arms drew him in as he hovered over her. He closed the gap and captured her lips. Padme sighed into his mouth, melting in his embrace. Oh, how she was going to miss him.

Too soon for her liking, Anakin left her mouth. But the feeling of longing was immediately quashed as he trailed a path on her jaw and the column of her neck, leaving little nips in his wake. Reaching her chest, Anakin drew a nipple to his mouth, sucking and lightly grazing it with his teeth.

“Anakin.” Padme threw her head back and moaned.

Anakin smirked, watching as Padme lost herself in the torrent of sensations. He released her nipple, repeating his motions on the other one. Once he had Padme writhing in pleasure, he abandoned her chest and started his trek downwards. His mouth was on her stomach when Padme reached to cup his face.

“None of that Ani. I just need you now.”

Anakin studied her face, and Padme was almost convinced he wasn’t going to acquiesce. Having his mouth between her legs was after all a second favorite of his. But he sighed dramatically. “Alright. But when I come back, you should know that I intend to feast on you.”

Heat coiled inside of her. But the roguish smirk on his face held her on pause. She should’ve known he had something up his sleeve.

“Just one taste, I hunger for it.”

And before she could stop him, Anakin swept down on her.

“Anakin.” Padme moaned breathlessly as soon as his tongue touched her warmth. But just like he promised, he resurfaced right after that one taste. She didn’t know if she loved or hated him for it.

“Always so delicious. I’m going to miss you.”

The moisture she was trying so hard to fight came back to her eyes.

“I will come back to you. I promise.” He repeated his earlier words and cemented it with a kiss.

Padme felt delirious as his tongue curled against hers. Vaguely, she felt him lining himself against her. The anticipation almost had her combusting.

Anakin filled her slowly. Inch by agonizing inch. Her mouth fell open, eyes dropping closed, head resting against the pillows. They could do this for all eternity, and still it won’t be enough for Padme to get used to the heady sensation of him claiming her.

Anakin took a pause once fully sheathed in her, forehead resting against hers. A tremble shook his sturdy frame. Barely imperceptible to anybody else. But never to her eyes.

She couldn’t help the tiny smirk on her lips.

It seemed she wasn’t the only one that could still get shaken by their lovemaking.

Groans spilled from Anakin’s mouth as his hips rolled against hers slowly. Padme sighed, fingers skirted the planes of his back, legs twining around his narrow hips. Heat prickled her skin and engulfed her chest, body taut like a wounded string as Anakin panted above her, curls spilling over his head like a golden halo.

The muscles of his stomach rippled and expanded as he continued to move. Her sight traveled further down, settling at the image of his length pillaging her heat. Padme moaned, warmth claiming her cheeks.

Anakin grunted. Fingers on either side of his lover’s head, crumpling the sheets as her walls fluttered around him. Padme shuddered, giving off a loud cry as Anakin hit a delicate spot inside her. A proud glint shone on Anakin’s eyes, and from then on it was deliberate, as he angled his hips, making sure to keep hitting that spot over and over again until Padme was a moaning, shaking mess in his arms.

She attempted to gain control of her legs, but they thrashed on their own volition as the ball of fire inside her kept growing.

“Anakin!” Padme cried out as she came. Anakin’s hold tightened on her frame, all the while keeping the slow and deep thrust of his hips, drawing it out for her.

“I got you, love.” Anakin grunted.

She should have known. Anakin’s mind was a hunter through and through, and his most prized win had always been her pleasure. Sensitive and overwhelmed, he had her exploding a second time not too long after.

“Anakin,” she gasped, out of breath.

Anakin groaned, spilling inside of her. He thrusted a few more times before collapsing beside her, arm thrown over his eyes, chest drawing in huge lungfuls.

Padme pillowed her head on his chest, his arms instantly wrapping around her. The sound of his rapid heartbeats slowing into a steady rhythm, lulled her. The pads of his fingers ghosted her skin in a soft caress, whispering all his words in the silence of her temple. Her eyes fluttered close, lips pulling up in a contented smile against his skin.

He was her safe place.

He was her home.

And she had faith in him.

“You know I don’t intend to let you sleep tonight?”

Padme froze, head lifting to find him staring at her with mischief in his eyes. She felt himself clench and knew that he was perfectly aware of it as he smirked down at her.

Padme bit her lip. “I was hoping you won’t.”

His blue eyes darkened to a midnight storm. That was all the warning she got before his hands lifted her astride his hips.

“Ride me, Goddess.”

~

It felt like she had just closed her eyes when she was being roused from her sleep. Not by Anakin. But the absence of him from her bed. Clutching the sheets to her chest, she turned and sat up, finding him a few paces away.

His back was to her, as he fastened his armor.

Shame, I still wanted to see you naked.

She laughed as he visibly tensed. He turned around, shaking his head and flashed her a grin.

Anakin cradled her cheek with his palm. “You need to rest, woman.”

“That’s not what you were saying last night, and this morning.” Padme rose to her knees, letting the sheets fall.

Anakin settled a hand around her back and claimed her lips in a kiss. Padme moaned, circling her arms around his head. Anakin pulled back too soon for her liking and placed a finger on her lips, her protests dying immediately.

“I’ll stroke my cock to thoughts of you.” One thing he never shied off from was speaking like a mortal, especially when teasing her. A gleam sparkled in his blues as her breath hitched. He reached for her hand and lifted it to his lips, eyes never leaving hers. 

“Watch me when I do, my Goddess.” Anakin leaned in to whisper in her ear.

Padme shuddered and pulled him closer. “Keep talking like that, and I will never let you leave.”

Anakin chuckled, pecking her lips once more.

“As much as I love to see you naked, Obi-Wan will be here shortly. Please don’t give me a reason to blind my master.”

Padme released her hold on him, her reluctance only mildly concealed. Once she meets them outside of her chamber, it will be her bidding him goodbye.

“I love you.” Anakin reminded her, kissing her forehead before leaving her to dress.

Despite the perfect night they shared, the crippling fear came back and crashed around her like a tidal wave as soon as he was out of sight. She already expected it but found herself still greatly unprepared as her knees buckled. Padme reached a hand out so as not to topple over and sat down on the edge of the bed, drawing in huge breaths. Anakin leaving for war had always been a source of distress for her. But this time was different.

She wasn’t just his lover, but the soon-to-be mother of his children. She needed to be strong for the four of them. She can do this.

Padme stood up, fixing herself. She straightened her shoulders and went outside.  

“Hello Obi-Wan.” Her voice came out smoothly.

The two Gods turned, Obi-Wan bowing to the Goddess. “Athena.”

Padme returned the reassuring smile Anakin flashed her way. She could tell he knew she needed a moment.

“Are you heading to war in that?” She eyed their matching armor. It was a question that had piqued her since yesterday. The war was currently spread throughout the galaxy, spanning different planets. She had a feeling their outfit might be out of place.

“No. We are meeting Ananke at her mortal school. She said there’s a room there – a room of requirement that would give us what we need for this war.”

Padme tipped her head and bit her lip. Out of all of them, Obi-Wan had the most trouble letting go of the formalities.

“Weapons included? I believe we’ll be using a different kind.” Anakin asked, turning to face Obi-Wan.

“Yes, yes. What was it again – laser sword?”

“Light sword?” Anakin suggested.

“No.”

The two of them mulled it over, before pointing at each other and exclaimed. “Lightsaber.”

“Yes, that’s it. I believe it’s time. Zeus and Hera are supposed to see us off before we go, I’ll go ahead?”  

Anakin nodded.

“Alright. I’ll see you, my dear.”

Padme stepped forward and met Obi-Wan’s embrace.

“Be careful.” Please watch over him.

You do not need to ask. Take care of yourself, Goddess.

“I’ll see you at the gates.” Obi-wan placed a hand on Anakin’s shoulder and marched off.

Anakin walked closer to her. “I’ll pray to you.”

She nodded, throat tightening. And despite willing herself not to, a tear escaped her as she watched Anakin kneel down on one knee and place a kiss on the left and right side of her abdomen. “Be good to your mother.”

He straightened and towered over her, cradling her face in his hands. “I will come back to you. To all of you.”

Another nod, moisture clouding her vision. “I have faith in you. I love you.”

“I love you.”

Anakin closed the distance, kissing her. Tongue and teeth clashed as he pillaged her mouth, claiming everything that she had to give. And when they were both breathless, Anakin released her and turned around, not once looking back, his cape billowing after him.

Don’t look back. She once asked him, and he always complied.

Soon all traces of him vanished, as if he had never been there. One more tear fell down, but she didn’t let another follow.

Because Anakin will come back.

And Padme will wait for him.

~

A/N: I finally finished it! This one took me more than a year to write. It was challenging but definitely, a fun experience. Shoutout to my lovely friend @lovebarefootblonde. Thank you for beta-reading this for me. Your skill is seriously unmatched, and your help as always, is very much appreciated.

Thank you to everyone who read this. Please leave a comment and/or reblog. I would love to hear your thoughts and chat with you! 😊

To any Potterhead out there, I'm sure you figured out who Ananke is, wink wink.

[harmonyandco]

When Harry fell through the vail, he wasn’t expecting to find himself in another universe, in the hand of an organization called the SCP Foundation, but he made the most of it. Luckily they have experience with this sort of situation so Harry knew that there were a few possible ways to return home. One of them was the Wanderer’s Library, where he was now. He knew coming in that he would have to deal with any members of the Serpent’s Hand that he ran into. He just wasn’t prepared for one of them to be his friend Hermione.

via @icephoenix96

[luckylana]

Me: I just don't understand why there should be any love triangles if they are perfectly complement each other and should be happy all three together without suffering and feeling themselves alone!

My friend: Let me guess when we were children you've taken all your toys to the bed because weren't able to choose just one of them cause other toys would feel themselves abandoned?

Me: what do you mean?

Friend: just saying

Me, taking a pillow: what. do. you. mean? 😑😑😑🤾‍♀️

[queenpiranhadon]

Things I need to See in the new Percy Jackson Show

Nancy Bobofit getting d e s t r o y e d by the giant water hand from the fountain

Percy overhearing Grover and “Mr Brunner’s” sEcReT conversation

The three Fates cutting the yarn in front of Percy and Grover on of Greyhound

Percy and Gabe having the ultimate show down in front of Gabe’s poker friends

Grover muttering “enchiladas” over and over again after being knocked out by the Minotaur

The “You drool in your sleep”

Clarisse dunking Percy’s head in the toilet and heh you know what happens next

The first capture the flag game :D

Auntie Em’s Garden with the Cheeseburgers

The trio meeting Gladiolus the pink poodle.

The awkward elevator ride with Echidna and her “Chihuahua” called Sonny

The weird water lady that gave Percy the pearls

it’s “C-H-A-R-O-N”, not “C-H-I-R-O-N” (Hermione vibes lmaoo)

Annabeth playing fetch with Cerberus

Persephone and Demeter bickering lmao

The tunnel of looooove :D

The ride in the back of a zoo truck.

The fight with Ares ofc

Poseidon calling Zeus the God of Drama 💀

And so much more that I can’t think of rn 😭😭

[floatyflowers]

Character AI List| Character Link List

Mother Aphrodite

Elliot Diedrich

Father Pharaoh

Disney Reverse Harem

Merfolk Parents

Faerie Parents

Male! Aphrodite

Greek Reverse Harem

Dark Ancient Egypt

Time Travel Harem/Reverse harem

Husband Apollo

Husband Ares

David Marshall

Father Nature

Luis

Male Alice Liddle

Male Maleficent

Male!Pocahontas

Male Ariel

Male!Cinderella

Male!Emily

Male!Rhaenyra Targaryen

Male! Shiera Seastar

Male! Homewrecker

Male Kafka

Pharaoh Ramses II

Harry Potter Reverse Harem

Percy Jackson Reverse Harem/Harem

School of Aesthetics

Male!Luna Lovegood

Male!Hermione Granger

Classical Books Reverse Harem/Harem

Father Homelander

Male Dolores Haze 'only underage are allowed to interact with this character...because if you are an adult why are you interacting with him 🤨

Student Council Reverse Harem

Fanfic Reverse Harem

Male Azula

[dramioneblog]

can anyone write fanfic with greek gods au like(or does anyone know similar fic or them having like demigod children like percy jackson)

athena-hermione

ares/hades-draco

aphrodite-pansy

artemis-ginny

apollo-theo

poseidon-ron

hephaestus-blaise

demeter-luna

hermes-harry

[flower1622]

Gryffindor house:

Harry, Hermione, Ron, Zeus' cabin, Hera's cabin, Poseidon's cabin, Athena's cabin, Nike's cabin:

"All the slytherins are evil"

Huffepuff house:

Apollo's cabin, Hebe's cabin, Iris' cabin, Hermes' cabin and Aphrodite's cabin:

Hermes' cabin and Apollo's cabin:

"No one talks bad about Dionysus' cabin"

Apollo's cabin:

"No one talks bad about Hades' cabin"

Aphrodite's cabin:

"No one talks bad about Ares' cabin"

[mastermindmiko]

Potions Partners (Part 20)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy + Fem!reader

Word count: 2349

Warnings: fire, dying, death, battle of hogwarts

Hey! If you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist.

The final part

Requests are open

“That’s my girlfriend, dumb bitch!” Ron runs after Draco, Blaise and Goyle. Y/N bursts into the Room of Requirement and she looks for her brother. She finds him climbing a group of chairs, and she sees the diadem on top of the hill of objects. She climbs it from the other side, hoping to help her brother. 

The mountain of items is unstable and she can hear Harry knock down a few things while she manoeuvres through them. Hermione starts climbing too. A group of Pixies storm the place, disorienting her a bit, but she manages to hold onto one of the chairs. “I’ve got it!” 

After Harry’s shout, she climbs back down and spins around till she’s next to Harry and Hermione. She hears Ron start screaming and she waits for him to appear. A large, bright orange colour appears from behind him as Ron runs. He grabs Hermione’s hand and they start running in the opposite direction, he screams, “Goyle set the bloody place on fire!” 

Harry grabs Y/N’s hand and starts running after Ron and Hermione. A large fiery snape moves after them, surrounding them from every direction. They run as fast as they could, but the fire catches on to them. Harry knocks down a large mountain of items and they stop the fire for a second before it starts again. 

The fire engulfs the room from all directions, leading them to all meet at the centre of it. All pathways were blocked and the fire was nearing them. Y/N’s grip on Harry’s hand tightened. A block of flame gets shot at them and Y/N blocks the spell with a shielding field. 

The field knocks Ron down and he hits three broomsticks. He throws one to each of them and Hermione rides behind Ron. They climb them quickly and they take to the sky. Y/N hears a scream, and she shouts, “Who else is here?” 

“No one, just Malfoy and his gits.” Harry answers, not understanding the implications of his words. Y/N perks up at the mention of his name and she says, “Draco’s here?” 

She turns around on her broom quickly and she looks around the room trying to find them. She can hear Ron shout from behind her, telling her that she’s insane. She sees Blaise and Draco on a mountain of stuff that is getting engulfed by the fire by the second. 

Blaise’s grip on the chair he’s holding onto is loosened and he starts to fall. Y/N moves quicker and grabs his hand before he can get killed by the fire. Blaise sits down behind her and Draco was about to fall before Harry got to him and he saved him. 

They turn around to exit the room and the flames are getting closer and closer to the ceiling. If any of them lowered their legs a bit more, their feet would get burned by the flames. They turn around and quickly start moving. Ron shouts at her, “If we die for them Y/N, I’m going to kill you!” 

“I’ll be dead anyway, so you can do whatever you like!” she shouts back at him, and she leans down, making her broom move faster. They dodge the falling objects and the flames, expertly. The perks of having three members of the Gryffindor Quidditch teams, flying the brooms. 

The doors of the room are open wide and they all move out. The strength of the flames pushes them all off their brooms and onto the ground. While falling Blaise falls on top of her and it takes them a moment to regain their focus. He lifts himself a tiny bit up and says, “thank you for saving me.” 

“It was nothing really.” she says, while he’s still on top of her. Blaise shots her a smile, and someone clears their throat from beside them. She looks to find Harry, Ron and Draco lined up next to each other shooting daggers at Blaise. He quickly climbs off of her and he runs away. 

Draco’s the first one to help her up. He pulls her up by her arms, using enough strength to pull her straight to his chest when she’s on her feet. He wraps one arm around her waist and the other cups her face. He whispers, “Are you okay?” 

“I should be asking you that.” she says, and he gets an odd sense of deja-vu. She smiles as she looks at him, but the moment gets interrupted by Harry falling to the ground. She runs to her brother and she feels a sting herself. 

Harry’s eyes turn red then he starts withering on the ground. His eyes turn green again and she waits for him to regain his scenes. He starts gasping and he looks at her and says, “It’s the snake, the last horcrux is the snake.” 

She nods her head in understanding. Harry stands up and she says, “I’ll go kill it.” 

“No, you can’t.” Draco blurts out quickly and Harry looks at him disgustedly with his top lip quirked up from behind his sister. Draco flushes at the unwanted attention and rubs the back of his neck. He explains, “If she’s within a close distance of Nagini, she’ll die.” 

They all look at him questioningly at this new piece of information. He lifts his hand and points at himself. He chuckles nervously, “That was my fault.” 

“I’ll find out more about this later.” Y/N tells him sternly and he gives her a nervous smile. Hermione takes a step forwards and Ron mirrors her actions, holding her hand. Shooting her a smile. Hermione says, “We’ll go.” 

Harry nods his head and motions for Malfoy to follow him. Draco looks back at Y/N scared, and she pushes him towards her brother. Harry lifts one finger to motion that he’ll be borrowing Draco for a minute. They move a few steps away from Y/N and until Harry’s sure she can’t hear them. 

“You love my sister, right?” Harry says, and he gives Draco a glare. Draco nods his head and Harry continues, “There’s something I have to do, but she can’t know because she’ll stop me and get herself killed when she doesn’t need to. If you even care about her, you’ll occupy her, and stop her from finding out.” 

Harry doesn’t wait for Draco’s answer and he walks back towards Hermione and Ron. Draco walks to Y/N’s side and she gives him a weak smile that he doesn’t return. He grabs her hand, and squeezes it tightly. Harry whispers something to Ron and Hermione, and she shouts, “Hey! Aren’t I going to be told about what’s going on there?” 

Harry lifts his head from the huddle he’s in with Hermione and Ron. He gives Draco a pointed look and Draco realises. He stutters for a moment before he tugs on her hand. Draco says, “Come on, we have to go do something.” 

“I can’t leave, Harry.” She says, planting her feet firmly to the ground and she looks back at her brother and friends with a frown. Draco tugs her hand another time and he says the words he’s sure will convince her, “Your brother’s the one that asked me to do this.” 

“Okay…” she says, and she lets herself get taken away by him. He leads her to the Great Hall, and when she enters, she sees the groups of bodies laying down on the floor. Her breath hitches in her throat as she sees a group of people with red hair, surrounding something. 

She stops walking and grips his hand tighter. If any people were opposed to Draco Malfoy entering the Great Hall, they didn’t show it, noticing her hand wrapped in his. Mrs Weasley lifts her head and notices her. She can see Mrs Weasley tap on George’s shoulder. George lifts his head up and Mrs Weasley points to her. 

George sees her and he rushes to meet her. He wraps his arms around her body and her hand falls away from Draco. Draco takes a step back, giving them space. She embraces her friend in a hug, and she can feel his body shaking. 

She looks at the Weasleys to find Molly, Arthur, Bill, Charlie, Percy and Ginny. Ron’s outside with Harry which means…Tears prick her eyes at the revelation and she grips her friend tighter, “Oh, George.” 

“He’s gone, he’s gone.” George repeats, he couldn’t believe it himself. He lifts his head from her shoulder and she walks to the Weasleys. Tears stream down her face when she recognises Fred’s body, eyes closed. She grips George’s hand tighter. 

He sits down on the floor and she sinks next to him. He grips her hand like it’s his life line. He keeps on crying again and again until his eyes dry out. Y/N tries to keep her tears at bay, trying to be strong enough for the both of them. Despite that, a few stray tears fall from time to time. 

After some time, the doors of the Great Hall open to reveal two corpses being carried. Y/N turned to see who it was, but George grabbed her shoulder, bringing her attention to him. George said, “Don’t.” 

She pushes her hand away and stands up to move to where they set the corpses, and she brings a hand to her mouth as soon as she sees who it is. She starts sobbing as she falls to her knees. In a second, Draco falls beside her, holding her to his chest. 

She continues sobbing as she looks at the familiar sight of her god-father on the ground beside his wife, their hands reaching out for each other. All she could think about was poor Teddy, suffering from the same fate she had faced when she was young. Parents killed by Voldemort. 

She makes her decision right then and there. Draco moves her gaze away from Remus Lupin’s body and hides her face in his chest. She sobs into his chest and he smooths his hand over head. She holds his shirt and tugs it down.  

It all happened so quickly after that. Her body falls limp and her eyes turn red. She falls to the ground and she starts withering in Draco’s arms. She could faintly hear Draco’s distant voice, distressed, calling out for help. 

The memories flashed through her brain. She sees Remus, Sirius, her mom and dad. She sees Harry talking to them all, and then she sees herself walking to Woldemort and she hears Voldemort’s snake-like voice say, “Harry Potter, the boy who lived come to die.” 

Panic courses through her veins before she sees a flash of green and then her vision gets cut off. She gasps and her chest heaves as she regains her senses. Madame Pomfrey standing above her with Draco and the rest of the Weasleys. She sits up quickly and she screams, “Harry!” 

She doesn’t waste a second before standing up. She recognised the place as the forbidden forest, if she got there in time she could stop whatever was happening from happening. Draco stands up just as fast as she does, but she becomes disoriented. Draco holds her up as she feels more dizzy. Draco says, “You should sit down.” 

“No, no…I need to get to Harry.” she says, weakly fighting against his grip that’s trying to set her down on the floor, making sure her dizziness doesn’t make her fall herself. A flash of white covers her vision and she sees Dumbledore from afar, and when she regains her senses again, she sobs. 

It is unmistakable, Harry’s dead. Voldemort’s words, the flash of green. The white and then finally Dumbledore. She sobs and Draco asks her, “What’s wrong?” 

She looks around to find several people looking around. They were still in the middle of a war. They needed to defeat Voldemort for everyone that died, and for Harry. She couldn’t tell them, it would demolish all hopes of a victory. She leans down and whispers in his ear, “Harry’s dead.” 

His eyes widen and she starts crying again. He holds her tightly against his chest, and Mrs Weasley starts to pat her head, sympathetically, assuming she was crying over the death of Remus. She shuts her eyes and hears the voice of Narcissa. Narcissa wasn’t dead, Voldemort wouldn’t kill her, unless…unless Harry’s alive. 

She stands up once again, and this time she doesn’t feel dizzy. She sees Hagrid walking along with Voldemort, heading towards the castle. She moves out of the Great Hall and a group of people follow her outside. She goes to the courtyard and surely enough, Voldemort and what’s left of his army are coming towards them while Hagrid is carrying Harry in his large arms. 

“Harry Potter is dead!” Voldemort shouts and Ginny screams as she rushes towards him, but Mr Weasley holds her back. Y/N holds Draco’s hand, and he pushes her back behind him a bit when he notices Nagini staring at her, slithering around Voldemort. The Death Eaters laughed.  

“From this day forth, you put your faith in me. Now is the time to declare yourself, come forth and join us…or die.” Voldemort says as he looks around at the Hogwarts students all looking beaten and broken. Lucius and Narcissa, standing near Voldemort, urge him to come forward. 

Y/N squeezes his hand and he looks at her then at his parents. They start calling his name, but his feet stay firmly planted. Voldemort watches the interaction with interest, and he looks at Draco, then says, “Draco?” 

He doesn’t move and he squeezes her hand tightly. Voldemort sighs, disappointed and he looks at Dolhov to his right and he orders, “Kill him.” 

Dolhov raises his wand, taking Draco’s wand out of his own. Then he fires the killing spell, and Narcissa protests, but the spell was already shot. Draco’s eyes widened, and he was quickly pushed out of the way. Draco screams, “No!” 

Y/N falls to the ground, the spell hitting her right in her chest. The last thing she heard was Ginny shouting out her brother’s name and some cheers. 

@urbansaint @love-me-satoru @callsignwidow @angelofasgard16

[prettiestlovergirl]

❝ REQUESTS !

" late night devil, put your hands on me "

disclaimers ༊彡⬭ 𓈒  I

✪ please check my rules before you request anything! and please read these disclaimers, if you are in violation of any rules, you will be deleted and/or blocked.

✪ please make sure you have your age in your bio/ pinned on your account! i do not interact with minors!!

✪ there is no guarantee that i will write what you've requested! i do not always have inspiration for things, so please bear with me and PLEASE do not message me/harass me about whether or not i saw your message.

✪ smut is my preferred genre but i am definitely open to writing/responding to other genres! i'm a whore but i love fluff as much as the next girl!

✪ if you want a part two of something, you MUST give me an idea for it!! could be small, could be fully thought out, doesn't matter to me, but there MUST be something i can go off of.

✪ below i have a loooooong list of characters i'll write for, if you see a character you like but is not on the list, please feel free to reach out! i will let you know whether or not i will add them to the list xx

characters i'm willing to write for 𖼐꒱࿐ ִ I

✦ luke castellan ✦ coriolanus snow ✦ sejanus plinth ✦ finnick odair ✦ peeta mellark ✦ anakin skywalker ✦ peter parker ✦ jj maybank ✦ rafe cameron ✦ tim bradford ✦ wesley evers ✦ john nolan ✦ jake peralta ✦ barry allen ✦ james potter ✦ remus lupin ✦ sirius black ✦ tom riddle ✦ mattheo riddle ✦ theodore nott ✦ ares (from pjo) ✦ spencer reid ✦ aaron hotchner ✦ matt simmons ✦ luke alvez ✦ will lamontagne jr ✦ tony stark ✦ miguel o'hara ✦ steve rogers ✦ peter quill ✦ scott lang ✦ harry potter ✦ ron weasley ✦ fred weasley ✦ bill weasley ✦ charlie weasley ✦ percy weasley ✦ george weasley ✦ aaron thorsen ✦ anthony bridgerton ☆ benedict bridgerton ☆ harry hook (ouat) ✦ alex claremont diaz ✦ cardan greenbriar ✦ manny (abbott elementary) ✦ sally jackson ✦ lucy chen ✦ celina juarez ✦ hermione granger ✦ katniss everdeen ✦ johanna mason ✦ padme amidala ✦ sarah cameron ✦ angela lopez ✦ nyla harper ✦ amy santiago ✦ rosa diaz ✦ lily evans ✦ marlene mckinnon ✦ luna lovegood ✦ ginny weasley ✦ fleur delacour ✦ emily prentiss ✦ jennifer jareau ✦ elle greenaway ✦ emma swan ✦ natasha romanoff ✦ yelena belova ✦ kate bishop ✦ carol danvers ✦ wanda maximoff ✦ jude duarte ✦ prettiestlovergirl (fantasize about me, baby <3)

definitely into ༊彡⬭ 𓈒  I

☆ oral fixation ☆ infidelity kink ☆ size kink ☆ brat/brat taming kink ☆ face fucking ☆ tit fucking ☆ thigh riding ☆ daddy/mommy content ☆ domination ☆ sadism ☆ breeding kink ☆ masochism ☆ exhibitionism ☆ squirting ☆ degrading ☆ dirty talk ☆ cum swapping ☆ dacryphilia ☆ overstimulation ☆ gagging ☆ praise edging ☆ biting ☆ marking ☆ cne ☆ dubcon ☆ coercion ☆ breath play ☆ impact play ☆ anal play ☆ legal age gap ☆ threesomes ☆ brother's best friend ☆ best friend's brother ☆ daddy x princess ☆ step-cest ☆ legal age gap ☆ dom x sub ☆ gangbang ☆ bareback/ cream pies ☆ being shared ☆ free use ☆ orgasm denial ☆ brat x brat tamer ☆ knife play ☆ corruption virgin! reader ☆ bimbo! reader ☆ office sex ☆ mean! reader ☆ hair pulling ☆ dark content ☆ fratboy! character ☆ hand kink ☆ dumbification ☆ nicknames: mami, mamas, mama, ma, pretty girl, babe, baby, sweetheart, angel ☆

sometimes into ༊彡⬭ 𓈒  I

☆ somnophilia ☆ olfactophilia ☆ piss kink ☆ arm kink ☆ dry humping ☆ virgin! character ☆ best friend! character ☆ kidnapping kink ☆ thigh fucking ☆ sub! character ☆ sex toys ☆ period sex ☆ orgy ☆ drunk sex ☆ angst ☆ fluff ☆ sex pollen ☆ under the table ☆ noncon play ☆ polyamory ☆ predator/prey kink ☆ bondage ☆ sensory deprivation ☆ fake relationship ☆ cuckhold ☆ pet play ☆ cockwarming ☆ nicknames: babydoll, doll, honey, hon ☆

not into ༊彡⬭ 𓈒  I

☆ tentacles ☆ age regression ☆ professor x student ☆ childhood bedroom ☆ self-harm ☆ suicide ☆ ai ☆ pedophilia ☆ incest ☆ underage characters ☆ race play ☆ race exclusive features ☆ eating disorders ☆ depression ☆ getting caught masturbating and moaning out a name ☆ financial domination ☆ scat ☆ gay for pay ☆ age play ☆ wax play ☆ pegging ☆ feet content ☆ food play ☆ male! reader ☆

[novemberwasgrey]

Hi!! Since you’re also into the pjo fandom, let me introduce you to this concept: Wednesday as the daughter of Hades and Xavier would totally be an *edgy* Apollo kid!!

I thought about this before and I just love this idea 😍 Some headcanons for my PJO/Wednesday mutuals:

‌First and foremost: Wednesday is older than Nico and is protective with him like she is with Pugsley and Eugene. They're so similar it's scary. In camp, they're considered to be the two creepy children of Hades who dress in black and eat souls for breakfast. They love this reputation.

‌She is one of the only kids whose name Mr D actually remembers.

‌Someone said somewhere about a possible Wednesday/HP crossover that Wednesday and Hermione wouldn't stand each other which I completely agree with and I feel the same about Annabeth. They're too different, they would contradict themselves and talk over the other all the time.

‌As much as I love Clarisse, I don't think her and Wednesday would get along very well at first either because it's canon that Wednesday doesn't like bullies. More than once, she got back at Ares kids for putting the newbies' heads in the toilet.

‌Later on, when Clarisse matures a little bit and stops the bullying, they learn to respect the other and find themselves several common interests. Like I can't stop thinking of them bonding about their knives collections.

She tolerates Leo and he's her go-to person when she wants a new dangerous weapon for unknown purposes.

‌Bianca would totally be a daughter of Nike (Cabin 17) and her and Wednesday are constantly in competition. Capturing the flag is always intense when they're on opposite sides.

‌...she also didn't like that Bianca happened to date this cute tortured Apollo kid Wednesday stares a bit too much at 👀

‌I think her and Xavier would be sort of friends at first, like they arrived in camp at the same time when they were ten and grew up together. Then one day, they came across a monster on a minor quest, Wednesday saved him (like in the show) and since then, he's always been secretly in awe of her.

‌The day Bianca and Xavier broke up after eight months, everyone in Camp Half-Blood was gossiping like crazy. Nico basically barged in Cabin 13 while she was reading in peace and went like:

Nico: Guess who's single? Now you can ask him out.

Wednesday: I will not do such a thing.

Nico: Yes, you will. Unless you want Drew and the other Aphrodite kids to get to him first.

Wednesday:

Nico:

Wednesday *snaps her book shut*: Fine. I'll do something about this Apollo kid. On the condition that you do something about your Apollo kid.

Nico: What?

Wednesday: You've been drooling over Will Solace for years. Grow yourself a pair.

‌With lots of help from her best friend Enid from the Iris Cabin (of course Enid would be the daughter of the goddess of rainbow) and the fact that Nico had landed a date with Will before her (there was no way she was letting her little brother win), she finally confessed her feelings to Xavier.

‌Of course, turns out this idiot was in love with her for years but thought she wasn't interested and got dumped by Bianca because she found way too many drawings he had made of Wednesday.

‌In a nutshell, I like my favorite Apollo-Hades pairs and they deserve to be happy 😘

[theyraylovehate]

Wheel of Fan Fiction Masterlist

Smut 🔥

Fluff 🌸

Angst 💧

*This is like brand new so most of the characters won't have anything just yet*

•Stranger things

-Billy Hargrove

-Steve Harrington

-Eddie Munson

-Robin Buckley (Fem/NB only)

-Argyle

-Johnathan Byers

-Nancy Wheeler

-Jim Hopper

-Joyce Byers

-001/Henry

-Will Byers (No smut)

-Mike Wheeler (No smut)

-Max Mayfield (No smut)

Hateful Cuddling - Female reader 🌸

-Dustin Henderson (No smut)

-Lucas Sinclair (No smut)

-Eleven (Jane) Hopper (No smut)

•Marvel

-Iron Man/Tony Stark

-Captian America/Steve Rogers

-Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff

-Hawkeye/Clint Barton

-Hulk/Bruce Banner

-Thor

-Loki

-Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

-Black Panther/T'challa

-Doctor Strange/Steven Strange

-Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff

-Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

-Starlord/Peter Quill

-Gamora

-Spiderman/Peter Parker

-Falcon/Sam Wilson

-War Machine/James Rhodes

-Valkyrie (Fem/NB only)

•X-Men

-Professor X/Charles Xavier

-Magneto/Erik Lensherr

-Wolverine/James Howlett

-Quicksilver/Peter Maximoff

-Rogue

-Jean Grey

-Storm/Ororo Munroe

-Cyclops/Scott Summers

-Mystique/Raven

-Beast/Henry "Hank" McCoy

-Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner

-Havok/Alexander Summers

•DC/Young Justice

-Batman/Bruce Wayne

-Superman/Clark Kent

-The Flash/Barry Allen

-Aquaman/Authur Curry

-Cyborg/Victor Stone

-Joker/Jack Oswald White

-Harley Quinn/Harleen Quinzel

-Wonder Woman/Diana Prince

-DeadShot/Floyd Lawton

-Kid Flash/Wally West

-Nightwing (Robin #1)/ Dick Grayson

-Red Hood (Robin #2)/ Jason Todd

-Robin (#3)/ Tim Drake

-Beast Boy/Garfield Logan

-Superboy/Johnathan "Jon" Kent

-Artemis/Artemis Crock

-Red Arrow/Roy Harper

-Green Arrow/Oliver Queen

-Black Canary/Dinah Lance

-Miss Martian/Megan Morse

-Aqualad/Kaldur'ahm

•Umbrella Academy

-Luther Hargreeves (#1)

-Diego Hargreeves (#2)

-Allison Hargreeves (#3)

-Klaus Hargreeves (#4)

-Five Hargreeves (#5)

-Ben Hargreeves (#6)

-Viktor Hargreeves (#7)

-Marcus Hargreeves (#1)

-Fei Hargreeves (#3)

-Alphonso Hargreeves (#4)

-Sloan Hargreeves (#5)

-Jayme Hargreeves (#6)

-Lila Aryu

-The Handler

•Harry Potter

-Harry Potter

-Ron Weasley

-Hermione Granger

-Fred Weasley

-George Weasley

-Ginny Weasley

-Draco Malfoy

-Sirius Black (Older)

-Cedric Diggory

-Oliver Wood

-Neville Longbottom

-Luna Lovegood

-Remus Lupin (Older)

-Nymphadora Tonks

-Lucious Malfoy (Older)

-Narcissa Malfoy (Older)

-Severus Snape (Older)

-Bill Weasley

-Charlie Weasley

•Marauders

-James Potter

Friendly Love - Male reader 🌸

-Lily Evans

-Sirius Black

-Remus Lupin

-Severus Snape

-Regulus Black

-Lusious Malfoy

-Narcissa Black

-Peter Pettigrew

•Greek Mythology

-Zeus

-Hades

-Posideon

-Apollo

-Hera

-Persephone

-Ares

-Athena

-Demeter

-Aphrodite

-Artemis

-Dionysus

-Hermes

•Divergent

-Beatrice "Tris" Prior

-Caleb Prior

-Eric

-Peter

-Christina

-Will

-Tobias "Four"

-Zeke

Zip line of Love - Nonbinary Reader (Requested) 🌸

-Uriah

•Star Wars

-Anakin Skywalker

-Luke Skywalker

-Leia Organa

-Han Solo

-Obi-Wan Kenobi

-Kylo Ren

•Supernatural

-Dean Winchester

-Sam Winchester

-Castiel

-Crowley

-Lucifer

-Rowena MacLeod

-Gabriel

-Charlie Bradbury (Fem/NB only)

-Chuck Shurley

-Jody Mills

-Ellen Harvelle

-Kevin Tran

•The Walking Dead

-Rick Grimes

-Daryl Dixon

-Glenn Rhee

-Carl Grimes

-Maggie Greene

-Negan

-Michonne

-Shane Walsh

-Rosita Espinosa

-Carol Peletier

-Paul "Jesus" Monroe

-Abraham Ford

‐Tara Chambler (Fem/NB only)

-Enid

-Ezekiel

-Aaron (Masc/NB only)

•The Walking Dead Game

-Clementine

-Lee

-Kenny

-Luke

-Javier

-Gabriel

-Kate

-Louis

-Omar

-Ruby

-Mitch

-Marlon

-Violet (Fem/NB only)

IT (2017)

-Richie Tozier

-Beverly Marsh

-Eddie Kaspbrak

-Bill Denbrough

-Stanley Uris

-Ben Hanscom

-Henry Bowers

-Mike Hanlon

-Patrick Hockstetter

-Victor Criss

-Belch Huggins

•Desendants

-Mal

-Evie

-Ben

-Jay

-Jane

-Chad

-Doug

-Lonnie

-Carlos

-Uma

-Harry Hook

-Gil

•Maze Runner

-Newt

-Minho

-Gally

-Teresa

-Alby

-Chuck

-Brenda

-Aris

-Thomas

-Frypan

-Jorge

[stephsycamore]

Hello friends. Yet another post on a topic literally no one here signed up for but the blog is about my hyperfixation of the month so here we are

I have been reading dramione. I know in my last post i said i was ki da over dramione after a couple of fics because i find the pairing too toxic but i only kinda lied because i have just reread the like 4 dramione fics i found and liked and now i will review them. Technically i have read/started more than 4 but i won't be commenting on fics i didn't like because that isn't fair to the writers.

The first one was manacled. Which i know what a fucking reintroduction to the fandom. But i am no young newbie. I used to read and rewrite A LOT of harry potter fic and while its still fuck jk rowling, she doesn't financially benefit from fic and i heard years ago that she doesn't like fic so. I hope its all a big fuck u to her.

Anyway, manacled. Wow!!! What the fuck???? It has lived rent free in my head ever since. I literally cannot stop thinking about it. If ever i reentered the harry potter fic world let it be known that it would be so i can write fanfic of this fanfic. A couple points - manacled is kinda overly long and would benefit from an editor/beta reader, but I heard senlinyu wrote it on her phone while nursing a baby and just???? Idk what her day job is, but that woman needs to be doing creative writing mfas, writers workshops, residencies, whatever. That is extraordinary creative talent.

I think the first part with hermione in the manor was a bit overly long and too torture porn ish. A lot of the scenes bordered into the unnecessarily gratituous. But overall, it was well plotted, well written, and gut wrenching. The last section takes my breath away

The second fic i read was Remain Nameless. And while i kinda don't love smut (it makes me a little uncomfy) i think remain nameless is a perfrct example of fanfic as a genre. Within fic, there are obviously genres, but there are stylistic elements and things that I think makes fanfiction a genre in itself. Remain Nameless is an exploration of character that goes beyond the confines of conventional or traditionally publish-able story structure. It is too long, too drawn out, too indulgent to be a traditionally published story. If i swap out the names and details in Manacled or Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in love (up next) out, its a probably close to a stand alone novel, but Remain Nameless relies on you knowing and already caring about Draco and Hermione. I don't mean that disparagingly at all, I just think sometimes people don't realize that fanfic should be different from traditionally published novels and that is a benefit of the genre. I think Remain Nameless is great. Its an indulgent, fluffy read that takes two broken people and slowly puts them back together again. Its like a hug in book format.

My next one is DMATMOOBIL!! I loved this one. And the author??? You cannot convince me that this fic was not written by someone with literal years of publishing experience in contemporary romance. No way. Its too good. Not just in a good writing way. Manacled is good in an unfiltered, raw talent way, but DMATMOOBIL is polished. The plot is perfectly structured and then each chapter within that is perfectly structured. I loved it. It wad witty, funny, heartfelt, and exciting. Not sure what more I can say about it. It reads like published fiction both in its polish and readability, and I think of all the fics I read has the best worldbuilding. It is truly exciting to read about the possibilities of magical and muggle science colliding in this book and bringing their world to the 21st century.

The last fic i read was Green Light by SereneMusafir. I thought it was so good but would benefit from being split into two maybe even three books. Green Light features a journalist coming to interview Draco many years after the events of the book, so that kinda complicates splitting it up, but as it stands, the story parts are too vast and thematically disparate to be one book. The first part has Draco and Hermione on an expedition in the desert to find a archeological myth and the writing is extraoridinary. Its poetic and cinematic. But I think at times it all tries to do too much. Like I said, the whole thing needs to be split up but each chapter also needs to be a bit shorter. Again, I don't mean cutting content, but rather restructuring. As it is, I read an incredible scene, but then there's like 5 more scenes of something else, and by the time I'm at the end of the chapter, I've kinda forgotten what amazing prose I read earlier on. Things get lost in this way. Beautiful passages buried.

I think two or three books would also allow each thematic section to be explored better. Idk i thought about this one a lot. I likely will not reread Green Light the way I have reread the others on this list, but other than Manacled, it is the one I think about most. Its the most ambitious plot wise and it kinda got lost in that ambition but I think it has so much potential and was over all very good.

Anyway. That is the end to this book review no one asked for. I will likely not be reading more dramione. So here ends that brief of excellent phase.

[okay-j-hannah]

They Comfort You

Preference

Characters: James Potter, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley

Warnings: ✨ insecure reader ✨ sending my love 🥰

Request: “Please, Hannah! James Potter, Harry and Ron comforting me when I'm feeling ugly (and giving me kisses too)” Anon

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James

The hospital bed was stiff against her back, the rough blanket being picked and twisted by her fidgeting fingers. It was an attempt to distract herself from the itchy, painful bandages plastered to her face.

All she wanted to do was change her face a little bit. She was sick of the shape of her nose and the constant breakouts weren’t much help.

She was rather good at transfiguration, but the jinx she put on her nose went from bad to worse, distorting it beyond recognition. And though the gossip chain said bubotuber pus was excellent to rid yourself of acne, it forgot to mention that it had to be diluted.

When she put the undiluted bubotuber pus on her face it immediately bubbled into large angry boils.

And now she was stuck in the hospital wing waiting for someone to spread the word that (Y/N) was desperate to be different.

“(Y/N)!” the curtain was torn open, and James ran to her side, “Remus told me what happened.” He grimaced at the sight of her face, and she sighed. “Are you alright?”

She only gave a slight nod.

James knelt by the bed and took one of her hands, “(Y/N), what were you trying to do to your face?” He was nothing but concern as he stared at her unabashedly.

She bit the inside of her cheek, thinking of a lie. “Experiment,” she muttered, “A dare?”

“You don’t sound too sure,” he replied, his brow furrowing with more and more worry.

His hair was falling adorably curly over his glasses, it almost made (Y/N) want to cry. In fact there were definite tears pricking the corners of her eyes.

James frowned – always unhappy when his girl was sad – and tried to urge her on, “You can tell me, love.”

“It’s silly. I was being stupid.”

James shook his head, holding her hand fiercely, “No, clearly it was important. And I want to know about the things that are important to you.”

She looked up at the ceiling to stave off the tears, “I wanted to change my face.” She missed the widened, pained look that filled James’ eyes. “And I did a terrible job.”

He rose to be closer to her, “Why would you ever want to do a thing like that?” He could see the answer when she looked at him. “(Y/N),” he whispered.

He leaned in, brushing some of her hair out of her face. “There’s not a thing about you I would change.” He went for her lips, but she turned away.

James held back a huff, reaching for her chin and making her look at him. “I’m going to kiss you now. And then I’m going to climb into this bed. And then we’re going to cuddle while I tell you all the things that made me fall in love with you.”

He waited just long enough for the smile to quirk her lips before he kissed them.

Harry

Harry was feeling a bit clueless, as if he was somehow missing something. Something important. Because (Y/N) was sad and withdrawn. She didn’t want to be touched or kissed or even looked at for more than five minutes.

Harry was wracking his brains for something he might’ve done wrong. He even consulted his two best resources, the angel and devil on his shoulder: Ron and Hermione.

Naturally Ron said some nonsense about women being mysteriously mad creatures and that he should just apologize.

Hermione was more sensible – smacking Ron upside the head – and suggested asking (Y/N) what was wrong, no beating around the bush.

Harry thought it sound advice and since he knew himself to be slightly oblivious, he knew he must’ve missed something (Y/N) wanted him to know.

He found her on the edge of the forbidden forest near the pumpkin patch. Upon seeing Harry approach, she crossed her arms very tightly across her chest, bowing her head to let her hair obscure her face.

“What are you doing out here?” he opted out of his usual kiss of greeting, knowing she wasn’t in the mood to be touched.

“Just a bit of fresh air,” she said quietly, “How are you?” She knew she’d been avoiding him for a couple days now. The poor boy must’ve been so confused.

“Well, I’ve been on this hunt to figure out what’s been upsetting you.” He waited for her to reply, but when it was evident she wasn’t going to, he continued, “I’ve decided the best way is just to ask you.”

He took a few steps forward and she stumbled, hearing him ask softly, “What’s wrong, (Y/N)? Why have you been so distant?”

She pulled at the front of her robes and kept her eyes on her shoes, “I haven’t been feeling well.”

“We could go see Madam Pomfrey,” he suggested, sounding hopeful.

(Y/N) continued, slightly amused by his reply. “I haven’t been feeling well about myself.”

“About yourself?”

“I just…” she bit her lip, “I haven’t been very kind to myself as of late. I don’t like…” she was pulling at her clothes again, trying to hide her face.

Harry suddenly understood, “Oh.”

She sighed, now she’d done it. Now he knew how insecure she was. He was going to end the relationship now to be with someone far more clever and confident.

But he eyed her pink cheeks and asked sweetly, “Can I give you a hug?”

She tilted her head to see his face, brows furrowed. “If you’d like,” she mumbled, barely audible.

Harry went forward and wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face into her neck. He held her tightly, taking a deep breath and relaxing against her. He didn’t let go until he felt her begin to return the hug.

“(Y/N),” he kissed her cheek as he leaned away, “Please don’t hide away when you feel like this. Let me know,” he was smiling now, “And I can help you feel better.”

Ron

There was a great commotion just down the next corridor, Ron realized, grumbling at the thought of having to pass some student fight to get to the common room. But with no other shortcut he resorted to turning the corner and finding a group of girls.

Pansy Parkinson and her gang of Slytherin girls were mocking someone between them.

“Look at the ugly thing,” one said.

“She’ll be lucky if she doesn’t break a mirror the next time she looks into one,” another snickered.

“I’ll wager she had to pay him to be her boyfriend,” one sneered, “There’s no way she caught his eye with that face.”

Ron found himself frowning with distaste, thinking he’d say something as he passed the group. But then he saw who they were bullying.

(Y/N) was shoved to the ground with a yelp of surprise. She slid painfully on the stone floor, tears already in her eyes.

“Oi!” Ron yelled, “What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?” He ran the rest of the way, “Get away from her.”

Pansy chortled, “You don’t have to defend the poor girl.”

Ron always held himself to the standard of never hitting a woman, but he felt awfully close to breaking that standard now.

“I said get away from her,” he glowered, “Before I hex you into a spot in the hospital wing.”

Pansy’s lip curled, motioning for her girls to follow her, “We’ll see you in Charms.” She looked at (Y/N) one last time before bursting into a fit of giggles.

Ron was still fuming, red painting the tips of his ears as he knelt in front of (Y/N). “Here,” he said, offering a hand.

She waved it off, wiping furiously at her eyes, “I’m fine.”

“No, you can’t be.”

“I’m fine!” she said, standing shakily.

“(Y/N),” he said softly, his anger still evident – because he knew what it was like. He knew what it was like to be picked on and bullied and overlooked. His heart stammered, “I’m sorry.”

She attempted a smile, “You have nothing to be sorry for. I should be thanking you,” she rubbed at her nose, “They’ve always been quite cruel.”

Ron felt that stammer work into an ache in his chest as he saw the despair ebbing away at (Y/N)’s face. “You don’t believe them, do you?” he watched her expression carefully, “Because none of it is true.”

She swallowed, “Well, when you hear it often enough…” she mumbled, smiling awkwardly out of embarrassment.

And that was answer enough for Ron, “Come here,” he said gently. He drew her into a hug, kissing the top of her head, “I wish you wouldn’t believe it.”

She held onto him, “I’ll work on it.”

“I’ll help,” he said, pulling her face up to kiss, “And in the meantime we can plot our revenge.”

“Ron,” she lightly smacked his chest, “I don’t want to stoop to their level.”

“No, no,” he laughed, “We’ll get Fred and George to help.”

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I just want to get right into it. Here are my thoughts (mostly rants) on Percy Jackson and the Olympians, episode 5.

Why is this turning into the Annabeth show?

They literally have Ares complimenting her after almost every single line. And don't even get me started on their interactions. Annabeth was the one who was constantly scolding Percy for talking to Ares with disrespect, now she's the one doing it? The titular character doesn't seem to get as many lines or screen time as Annabeth, that doesn't strike anyone as odd?

(Also, no hate to Annabeth here, this is all the fault of the writing.)

AND titular character aside, it makes no logical sense! She's the daughter of the Goddess of Wisdom, wisdom is her whole thing in the books -- how is it wise for her to speak the way she does to Ares? Book Annabeth always knew the rules, always tried to follow them as best as she could, that was why, when she was openly hostile to Hera, it showed a TRUE hatred and connection there. Annabeth doesn't talk back to the gods, so we know that her hatred for Hera has to really MEAN something. Well, that's out the window now. Why? So the show can have their little girl power message. Does it make any sense for her character or the story? No, but hey, if we don't have other characters constantly praising every word she says, then I guess that makes her weak.

Also, it makes no storytelling sense for Percy to then get all up and angry in Ares's face. He wasn't the one talking back to Ares in the diner (you know, like in the books), so this sudden anger really comes out of nowhere. It just drives me a little bit crazy because this was the biggest difference between Percy and Annabeth in the first place. Percy is all heart, he's guided by his feelings. Annabeth is all logic, she's guided by reason. They balance each other out and then end up learning more from each other. Now Annabeth is just Flawless Badass? Even Hermione acknowledged that there were more important things than books and cleverness, her particular set of skills -- it's not wrong or demeaning to have a female character acknowledge her own flaws.

It's Percy who sees the Fates, yet we have Annabeth this time? It seems like a minor detail, but Percy seeing the Fates and not knowing why he felt like something was wrong showed his connection to the Olympian world. Yes, he'd grown up like other humans, but there was a part of him that recognized parts of the Greek myth life that others didn't. That's what leads to my biggest problem:

Percy is not treated like a son of the big three, he's barely half the time treated like a demigod, he's treated instead like a random kid that happened to stumble into all of this. Except he's not. That's kind of the whole POINT. And I fully blame the script for this, but you can't give most of the screen time and dialogue to Annabeth, and then act like, "No no, this is Percy's story!" It sure as Tartarus doesn't feel that way.

Why is everything so dark? And I'm not just talking about the terrible lighting either (I can barely make out a thing half the time)! I'm talking about the fact that rarely anyone cracks a joke, and when they do, they do it in such a serious way. The colors are so muted, why? Hate the movies all you want, but they were colorful, they were vibrant, they were fun. The pacing was faster, the music was brighter.

Why is everything so serious? The brilliance of Percy Jackson was that it was able to introduce these dark themes in a bright environment, and it made the deaths and darkness even more frightening because we had fun, vibrant characters who were now suffering, so it means that much more to see them hurt or die.

And I thought they were trying to give the show a timeless feel? I didn't ask for that or anything because the books make a ton of dated references, but they volunteered the information that the show was going to feel timeless. Then within the first two episodes alone, we get a Minecraft dance or whatever that is, and an Olivia Rodrigo song?

I feel the need to mention all of this because no one else is. It's all, "SLAAAY ANNABETH" and "OH MY GODS PERCABETH" AND I DON'T CARE. This feels like the Harry Potter movies giving all of Ron's most vital lines to Hermione -- she doesn't need anyone else's lines, what she contributed was more than enough! Except, in this case, it's not the best friend she's taking lines from, IT'S THE MAIN CHARACTER.

I absolutely loved Ares, he was hilarious and a breath of fresh air, I loved every scene with him. I also absolutely loved that chair scene, I loved the shield sacrifice, I loved Annabeth's speech, but all that does is just remind you how great Annabeth is and what she can grow to be without the need to take from Percy. Because all that does in the end is ruin her character because it stops making any sense, and ruin Percy, which is a crime when you have this brilliant cast to carry the show, but you've got to let them be great. Leave your little moral high-horse messages behind, and focus on the freaking story.

I'm tired. I don't know if they're going to confess to Luke being the thief yet, the way it ended? Luke's reveal was kind of a big deal in the books, a pretty big moment. I don't see them spoiling it too soon, and I hope they don't. I liked the lake scene, and I liked that it was such a big betrayal. If they try to rush through it with more exposition at the beginning of the episode, I just don't see it being as meaningful. That said, I really don't think they know who it is yet, but I guess we'll find out next week.