#hesperia x reader

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Sabotage in love - Hesperia/Betterfly x fem!reader

warning : fluff, tiny hurt/comfort, teen angst from adrien, use of Y/n, female reader

Summary : Time has passed after the death of Emelie, and although his wife is still there in Gabriel's mind, he has found a new love. But his son is anything but pleased when he meets her...the only thing to do as an emo is to ruin the dates.

Info : So this One-Shot came from a comment by @iamallthingsasian and her idea of Adrien try to sabotage the dates of his father with his new girlfriend. Have fun reading :)

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Since his father Gabriele had fallen into mourning after the death of his wife, some time had passed. The fashion designer had cried at the funeral, in the evening and the days, weeks and months after. But after almost two years he had finished with it.

He had accepted that his once beloved Emelíe had died and knew that holding on to it was not good. He knew that as much as it joked him, his son had to let go. It counted that he remembered the good things and not the last moments.

Gabriel had initially tried to be there for him and they had become closer. But since his father had applied himself in Adrien's eyes to look for new love, the blond clung to the grief.

A process that Gabriel could not oppose, especially since he had to concentrate on the villains of the city Shadybug and Clawnoir and did not want to lose hope himself. Until the day came when his father brought home a woman and it was not a new secretary. ,,Adrien, I'd like you to meet Y/n...my girlfriend," his father said after a moment's pause, reaching for her hand.

The younger woman next to him, perhaps a few years older than Emelie, smiled kindly at his son. Before she broke away from Gabriel and held out her hand to Adrien, ,,Hello Adrien nice to meet you" the blond teenager looked like he had been punched.

The eyeliner that was carefully drawn began to smear as he gave his father a hateful look and tears welled up in his eyes and he wiped them away. ,,Traitor! You and your-your money-grubbing bitch!" he hissed, slapping her hand away before running up the stairs to his room, the slam of the door echoing throughout the house.

She felt two hands on her shoulders and he hugged her from behind, ,,I'm sorry he was like that, I hope he didn't hurt you...he hangs on to his mother" the older one said and closed his eyes for a moment before she turned to him.

She carefully took his hand in hers and kissed it, a gesture that brought a smile to his face. ,,It's okay...not just a teenager he lost his mother I can't imagine how hard that must be" she said understandingly knowing it wouldn't be easy.

But she also knew that she would try everything to make him understand that she would not replace his mother and here was for Gabriel not for Adrien.

A relationship that the two continued anyway and even Nathalie was pleased that Gabrile had found a partner and the two women understood each other much to the chagrin of Adrien who liked her less and less each day.

But instead of reaching for his power and just wiping her out because he knew that even this was too conspicuous. Instead, the emo thought of other things to get his father away from her.

After a few weeks and months she moved in with the Agrestes and slept in bed with Gabriel. She had her own room where she she stayed from time to time, but most of the time she helped Nathalie and Gabriele either as a secretary or in designing clothes.

Gabriel always fell into a love frenzy and recited her the most beautiful poem while he used her as a model. Gestures and words that Adrien tried to block out with My Chemical Romance what was coming from his room.

Not only was the side of the bed she was sleeping on suddenly cut and torn, but the side of his mother's bed where Gabriel was sleeping was completely intact. But this only led to the couple sleeping together on the couch or simply in one of the other beds and this closer and sweeter than ever before.

The morning came over Paris and Y/n decided to make breakfast for their loved ones. It was to be pancakes with syrup nothing particularly exciting but sweet.

While she went to the kitchen and slept out of the room before she gave Gabriel a light kiss on the head and checked that Nathalie was still asleep she went to work in the kitchen. Humming lightly, she got to work on the dough before she went in search of snow. A time that the blonde took advantage of and poured the white spice into the dough.

Giggling, he hurried out of the kitchen and ran into Y/n, who held him so he wouldn't fall. ,,Are you alright?" she asked and was about to offer him a cup of cocoa or something else in the hope that he would say yes.

But he hurried out of her grasp and ran to his room. The surprise was yet to come as everyone gathered for breakfast. ,,Good morning, everyone!" she said cheerfully and put out their favorite drinks.

Gabriel his lavender tea, Nathalie her coffee and Adrien she had even bought his favorite energy. ,,Thanks" he mumbled and the three adults looked at each other in confusion before they hurriedly continued before they all had a pancake on their plate.

,,I hope you like them" Y/n said and took a bite of the pancake like the others and Adrien seemed to almost break the cutlery. ,,Oh...this is just...so good" Gabriele murmured and Nathalie agreed while pleasurable noises came from the three of them and Y/n hastily waved it off but was happy that it tasted good.

,,What!" he shouted way too loud and took a bite of his pancake but it was true it was sweet instead of salty. He had mixed up the salt with the sugar and poured sugar into it.

A fact that made the blond run back to his room before he took his energy and ran away again. ,,What's wrong with him?" asked Nathalie and her father said, ,,Maybe he doesn't like sweets?" before the three of them continued to eat and spend the day. With the condition that they Gabriele and Nathalie had to write down the recipe and the three ate together for a while.

But this was only one of the many pranks that Adrien tried to bring his father apart. Whether it was the trip to the park in which the two made an excursion. Hand in hand the way along went and it always smiled when Gabriele butterflies observed and her about the kind something told while she made photos of it.

The two complemented each other in this matter and she even got a necklace in the shape of a butterfly from Gabriele. While they were walking she felt him stroking her fingers when suddenly a teenager with a hood on his face came towards them.

Before it happened he took out a water bomb and hurled it at the woman. With a splash it burst and the woman was completely wet while the teenager ran away. But the force almost knocked her over. Adrien had used his strength and only a fraction of it.

Gabriel caught her before she stumbled and held her close, afraid something might happen. ,,Are you all right? Are you hurt?" Gabriele asked immediately ignoring the young man and taking off his coat, the dark purple coat wrapped around her form as she began to shiver from the icy water. ,,Y-Yes, thank you, it's just water...even if it was weird" she replied and gave him a grateful smile as he rubbed his hands over her arms.

Tried to give her warmth before he realized that this wasn't completely effective. ,,Close your eyes, we'll be home soon," he murmured, stroking her hair before turning and picking her up in his arms.

Transformed, he jumped from roof to roof back to his house where he set her down and transformed back. Before Nathalie made her friend a tea and Gabriel disappeared with his friend in the bathroom.

There he ran her a warm bath and sat down next to the tub while Nathalie brought the tea and seemed to be having a conversation with Adrien when the music stopped. ,,Don't you think your care is a little too much?" she asked, taking a sip of the tea as the foam sank into the lilac lavender water.

But the white-haired man just shook his head with a smirk as his fingers slid through the water. ,,No, I mean you are the most important thing in my life next to Adrien and Nathalie. You're my family...but you I'm afraid of losing...my heart couldn't take it" he confessed and looked at his shot confessing his inner self and touching her heart with his words.

Putting the tea aside she sat up slightly and reached for his hand while placing her other on his cheek. ,,Gabriel I had no idea...thank you my love" she said softly and pulled him into a loving kiss before she felt him come closer to her and return the kiss.

After the conversation with Nathalie, Adrien didn't seem to accept his father's girlfriend as his mother, but he respected her somehow and seemed inwardly happy that she was somehow doing his father good.

Even if the attacks on the dates suddenly stopped, the occasional hissing from Adrien and the evil glances were still there. But Gabriel and his love stayed together they had found their future and their true love.

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@irenea666 , @vavandeveresfan , @a-reading-dreamer, @taylorsmakingfuckingmacandcheese

[kumalimited]

Gabriel Agreste entering the Tumblr sexymen candidate pool was not on my 2023 bingo list but anyway

[naviaknell777]

Oki oki. Get this. Miraculous fics.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Lol oki, when requests are open again (which will be soon! Working on requests on the list rn!) I can take Miraculous fic requests, following the guidelines that I already posted on my pinned post.

Characters you can request (and pls specify which one you want, especially if it’s a miraculous holder since they have their civilian selves and hero selves!)

- Marinette/Ladybug

- Adrien Agrests/Chat Noir

- Gabriel Agreste/Betterfly/Hesperia (Hesperia is his hero name in the French version, Betterfly is in the English version) (from Miraculous World: Paris special!)

Maybe more characters down the road, but for rn these are the ones I’m most comfy with taking when requests open again.

See y’all soon when I post the rest of the fics in my queue!

[hellbornsworld]

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🌻 oxygen | Mafia!Jungkook x f!Reader | One-Shot | @gimmethatagustd

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🌻Love on the Rocks | hfth!jungkook x f. reader | Series | @jjungkookislife

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🌻blooming | sunshine oc x grumpy jk | Drabble | @kjhmyg

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🌻anatomy of the moon | werewolf!jungkook x werewolf fem reader | Love Triangle | Side:vampire!yoongi x werewolf fem reader | @caelesjjk

🌻Animal | Boxer!Jungkook X Reader | Series | @cutaepatootie

🌻Choices | Werewolf !Jungkook x Reader | Series | @jjngkook7

🌻window panels | guitarist!Jungkook x lawyer!femreader | Series | @rkivepetals

🌻the final stretch | JK X Reader | One-Shot | @luciathcv

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[tryskomys]

MOONCHILD

Remus Lupin x OC reader

Chapter 2 - Episkey

Summary: Moony and Mittens officially join the Hogwarts faculty. After a string of both endearing and hostile reunions, the feast unexpectedly evokes a wave of dreadful memories.

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tw: a bit nasty - blood, vivid description of minor injuries, foul language, padfoot is a dickhead ™

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"Do you think I should change back?" Hesperia mumbled in a hushed voice as she and Remus crisscrossed between students through the narrow corridor. He was doing his best not to step on anyone's feet, which was quite a challenge as his pointy Oxford shoes neared twice the size of some of the children's. The brown leather material was flaky in some places, the heel worn out and uneven.

He answered with a shrug, now trying his best to maintain balance when the train suddenly moved, rattling through the tracks once again with a deafening screech of wheels.

"I don't think that will be necessary. They probably thought you were wandering somewhere around the train." 

She sighed in relief and attempted to tuck a loose strand of hair back into the chignon.

"Splendid. I don't think that shaggy old floor mop would digest the chocolate very well. I don't plan on dying tonight, not until I've had at least two servings of butterbeer croquembouche."

A giggle rumbled through his chest as they reached their respective compartment. The children were still there, now a bit calmer as they discussed the preceding events. Remus gave a short nod in the direction of the now-empty package of chocolate.

Hesperia raised her eyebrows in contentment and then softly cleared her throat, a shy shiver running down her spine when the passengers looked at the two of them. 

Their surprised faces scanned the new stranger, the boys were especially flustered when she gave them all a warm smile. Harry discreetly looked the woman up and down, stopping when she made eye contact with him. 

Her eyes…that's impossible.

"Are you feeling better, Harry? We'll be arriving at Hogwarts in ten minutes." Remus gained back their attention when he spoke. They were already getting used to his calm, silent voice. He seemed to have an unusual sort of authority, one won over by pure kindness. But it was their first time hearing the woman speak. 

"Professor Lupin kindly filled me in on the problems we've run into. I'm sure Professor Dumbledore will investigate how those beasts got in here. Don't burden your minds with that, now. There's no safer place than Hogwarts, right?" she assured them. Her words carried through the air as if they were soft clouds, sweet to their ears like butterscotch.

Remus nodded and motioned towards the leather seats. 

"May we join you?" he asked politely, his tired smile growing wider when the children nodded and muttered silent, assuring replies. Harry shuffled to the side so the professors could sit in the same place where Remus slept, oblivious to the cat's sudden disappearance until Ginny's shy voice peeped from the corner.

Hesperia got up in the meantime and reached for the copy of Daily Prophet that was tucked under her ragged suitcase, stubbornly staring into it when she sat down and heard Ginny's tremoring question. 

"Professor, I- I'm sorry, but where is your Mittens?" she stuttered and her face was almost as red as her hair now. His eye twitched for the slightest second before he shifted in his seat, sticking his hands into the pockets of his robe. 

"Oh, Mittens is not mine, she's just a stray. I used to meet her a lot around the grounds when I went to school, which was…let's say some years ago. More than I'd like to admit." he grinned and casually rested his head on the window. 

"I was quite surprised to see her after all that time. She was looking rather ragged, though. I guess age is catching up to her." he shrugged as Ginny giggled. His ears caught the subtle rustle of paper when Hesperia gripped the Prophet tighter.

Oh, you're surely getting the claws when we get there, prick. 

She was torn out of the long silence that followed when the train stopped with a shrill sound of metal grinding against metal. 

"Looks like we're here! Ah, I hope there will be broiled potatoes." Remus stretched and gave everyone present a wide smile before getting up, probably too fast for his exhaustion, because his vision went fuzzy for a moment and he stumbled backwards. Neville caught him, his big ears as red as his favourite cherry liquorice sticks from the snack trolley.

The professor patted his slouched shoulder and thanked him. He just nodded and nearly ran out of the cabin, stumbling over Hesperia's small suitcase in the process.

"Well, it was a pleasure to meet all of you! See you around." she nodded and handed Remus his cane before disappearing from their sight with a small wave.

When she walked outside, ropes of frigid rain were falling from the sky with loud splashes and clouds occasionally cracked with bright lightning. She softly swore under her breath, cringing as wet drops ran under the collar of her robe. Remus carefully limped down the stairs of the train and when he hit the ground with a heavy huff, she snorted.

"Who did you say was getting old?" she hissed at him but couldn't hide the grin playing at her lips when he looked at her, his green eyes wide. He smacked his lips in annoyance and softly punched her arm. He took out his wand, pointed it at the sky and a transparent umbrella sprung out of its tip, successfully shielding both of them from the pouring rain.

She lifted his small luggage from the ground and held it along with her own so he could use his cane as well as his wand. Ignoring his protests, she scooted over closer to him and hooked her arm into his when he offered it with a sigh. 

"Mimi, you don't have to -" 

"Shush, pay attention to your steps, now. You can be a gentleman tomorrow." she cut him off and tugged on his arm to make him move.

She heard Hagrid's booming voice calling the first-years to join him and she melted, the nostalgia finally catching up to her.

They made their way over to the carriages, gravel crunching under their shoes as they walked on the road surrounded by various blooming bushes and small flame spheres that hovered above the ground. The carriages they seemed to be dragged by strange, naked creatures now. They resembled horses and birds alike, their wings scaly and skeletal. Thestrals.

"Makes sense that we would see them, now...after everything," Remus mumbled in her ear, his warm breath making her freezing cheek pleasantly flush. She just soundlessly nodded and let go of him, climbing into one of the vehicles with a soft huff. 

Three fairly grown-up girls, presumably seventh-years, hesitantly joined them. Their hair was soaked and their teeth rattled in the cold autumn breeze that fluttered around them as the Thestrals moved. Their faces turned pink when they noticed the unusually young and unusually handsome professor and his gentle smile. 

"Engorgio!" he commanded and the transparent umbrella expanded with a high-pitched squeal until it hovered over the whole carriage. The group's cheeks flamed even brighter now, stifling giggles when he spoke. 

"Better?" his sweet voice carried through the air and the girls nodded, gingerly thanking before murmuring something among each other. She cursed her pitch-perfect hearing.

Why couldn't I have transformed into a mole rat instead?

"Show-off," she muttered under her breath and he shrugged, a smug grin reaching all the way up to his twinkling eyes.

When they arrived in front of the castle and hopped out of the vehicle, she spotted Harry and the others from the train in the distance. They seemed to be in some sort of conflict with a trio of boys she didn't see before when they passed the compartments on the way here. Remus raised an eyebrow as they neared the group. 

"I wonder whose son that is," he mumbled with a sarcastic smirk when they were close enough to notice that the loudest student had shiny, platinum blonde hair. She scoffed and did her best to put on a professional façade. 

"Is there a problem?" Remus questioned in a firm but friendly tone and they stopped by the band of teens. He was remarkably better at keeping his temper than her, which was quite ironic considering his condition. Her disdain was hidden behind an unconvincing smile. 

Draco Malfoy and his two companions turned around and looked the professors up and down, silver and green ties nonchalantly thrown around their necks. Now that they were illuminated by the golden lights of the castle and standing right in front of them, Harry noticed just how much shabbier they looked in comparison to the river of people flowing into the castle.

Remus Lupin was a tall, tall man. And yet, his ill-fitting robes still seemed to loosely flutter around his fairly broad stature. The tweed suit he had under his long grey robe was pilling around the buttons and loose threads were sticking out of his mousy brown tie. The rough woollen coat that hung down from his shoulders had clumps all over and it looked frankly uncomfortable to wear. His dark brown Oxfords were worn-out and creased all over.

His female companion didn't look much fancier. Her fawny suit was from a lighter type of wool than his, but it was no less crumpled. Her trousers ended above her ankles, it was hard to decide if they were supposed to be that way or if she had them for years and simply grew out of them. The high leather boots on her feet were slightly pointy and had a small and stocky hourglass-shaped heel. The shoelaces were tightly knotted, looking like they might fall apart at any moment.

Her moss-green robe had a few patches from a different fabric and her mustard-yellow parka was the only piece of clothing on both of them that looked semi-new.

Malfoy must've went through the same thought process, because his already judgemental smirk grew even wider when he saw Remus's scarred face, pale and exhausted. The grey strands in his hair glinted under the soft lights that escaped through the windows.

"No problem at all…professor." Draco sneered and gave Harry, Ron and Hermione one last scoff before waving off his two beefy friends and joining the mountain of heads moving up the stairs. Ron gave them an apologizing smile and Hesperia patted his shoulder. 

"Enjoy the feast." she winked and turned around when she heard Professor Flitwick's high-pitched voice from around the corner. Ron caught the slightest hint of her perfume when she whipped her head around and his red ears nearly started glowing in the dark rainy night. 

"Hessie! Remus! I've been looking for you all over, where were you hiding?" Flitwick mused, waving at them to join him. They exchanged a big grin and waved Harry and his friends goodbye, rushing to the small man's side. They affectionately shook his hand and he led them to the back entrance reserved for teachers.

They entered a small lobby that continued to The Great Hall, where most teachers already sat at their places, waiting for everyone to arrive. Remus waved his wand to make the umbrella disappear with a puff of raindrops and hung his cane on one of the armchairs. Hessie put the two suitcases on the floor, taking off her parka.

Professor Sprout just walked in with a deep frown on her face. 

"Filius, how in Helga's name am I supposed to -" 

She stopped in her tracks when she noticed the new faces and her annoyed expression immediately changed to a delighted smile. 

"Remus! And Hessie, too! Merlin's beard, come here, my lion cubs." she exclaimed and stomped through the lobby with a boisterous giggle. She gave them both a big bone-crushing hug before standing on her tiptoes to pinch Remus's cheek. He blushed at the sudden attention.

"My dear boy, look at you! You've grown so much!" she sniffled and turned to Hessie, took her hands and spun her around.

"Let me have a proper look at you, rosebud. My dear Hessie, as sweet as ever!"

Professor Sprout took out a lacy handkerchief and patted her eyes dry. Hessie bit her lip to contain the embarrassed smile that curled on her lips. The stocky witch sighed and put her handkerchief back inside her robes, softly clapping her hands.

"We're so honoured to be back, Professor." Remus awkwardly stuck his hands into his pockets and Professor Sprout tutted.

"Oh, stop it, sweetheart. Call me Pomona. We're so delighted to have you here with us. Truly, right before you arrived, Filius was just talking about - Filius?"

Her eyes widened when she realized she came in to complain to Professor Flitwick and franatically looked around the room. He elegantly snuck out of the room when she was busy blowing her nose.

"Filius!" she lamented and ran out of the door without a word, muttering something under her breath before calling out for him again. 

They broke into giggles as soon as she disappeared behind the corner. She walked up closer to him and smoothed his robes, spotting cat hair on his chest. They fell silent and he looked down at her lovingly, allowing himself to study her face now that she was busy taking out her wand. 

Her eyebrows were knitted in concentration as she muttered a string of incantations, first removing the clumps on his suit with a simple wave, then swishing it to make the loose threads vanish and finally move onto the tear near the bottom of his robe, intricately twirling the tip as the fabric seemed to attach itself together.

She didn't seem to age a day since they last walked through this castle. Even back then she had a few silver threads in her hair. 

His eyes fell on the long scar that graced her skin. A wave of sickness jolted through his body and he bit down on his bottom lip so roughly a drop of blood appeared on it. She seemed to have a potent radar for Remus's self-loathing thoughts, so she looked at him, put her wand away and reached up, wiping the red stain with the pad of her thumb. His eyelids involuntarily fluttered closed as his fists clenched in his pockets. 

"How many times did I tell you not to chew your lips?" she whispered when he opened his eyes. They were exhausted and bordered with dark circles. And despite all the pain they carried, they were so warm, so caring it made her heartbeat stutter. He softly shook his head.

"I cannot count that high, Mittens," he said and breathed out a shivering sigh.

Both of them jumped when Albus Dumbledore cleared his throat, watching them with arms akimbo as his grey robe fluttered in the cold breeze that flowed in through the main door. The expression on his face seemed deliberately bored as if he was standing there for hours.

"I see you've already settled here comfortably. Splendid!" his voice echoed through the stone walls and he giggled when he saw their terrified expressions, walking up to them with open arms.

Hessie let out a silent chuckle and straightened her robes. Remus sheepishly took the hands out of his pockets, clasping them behind his back.

"Sweet Hessie." he kissed the back of her hand before softly caressing her cheek.

"And Remus, my dear friend. What a joy to see the two in these halls again. I'll forever be in your debt for this." he shook Remus's hand and patted his back, taking both of them around the shoulders.

"You have missed the usual professors' meeting, but pay no mind to that. I will fill you in on everything. Now, tell me - ah, Severus! Right on time as always."

They both set their eyes on the towering figure in the doorframe. His posture was unbelievably straight, not in the slightest similar to the hunch he was stuck in when they last saw each other.

Severus Snape was piercing them with narrowed eyes, thy were so astonishingly dark they didn't seem to reflect any light. He was completely wrapped in layers of long black robes, only his pale sinewy hands peeked out of his sleeves while he folded his arms. 

'What's up, Snivellus? Stumbled upon some shampoo lately? 'Cause it doesn't seem like it. Levicorpus!'

James Potter's phantom voice echoed through her ears as she studied his greasy raven hair, her eyes rapidly blinking off the embarrassment. She hated that nickname almost as much as she hated Snape himself, along with his supremacist friend group.

She wondered if he ever knew that. If he remembered that she and Remus loathed their friends’ treatment of him. Considering his hostile scowl, though, it seemed like enabling was just as heinous as bullying in his eyes. She couldn't fault him for that, so she averted his stare by peeking inside the noisy Great Hall.

"Severus, you've met Remus and Hessie before." Dumbledore walked up to him and motioned him inside the lobby. Remus was as uncomfortable as her when he stuck out his palm to shake Snape's veiny hand. 

"I've had the pleasure." he simply stated, his voice impossibly deep and cold as ice. Remus gave him a small, genuine smile, but Snape just turned to Hessie, shaking her hand with a similarly steely grip. 

"Severus will supply you with the Wolfsbane potion as often as you'll need. The ingredients in his pantry are of utmost quality, as are his skills, of course. I'm fully convinced that we'll be able to ease your suffering, Remus. I promise." Dumbledore assured him, sensing the tension in the room.

Remus nodded.

"Oh, I have no doubts about our Potions Master's skills. Severus, thank you from the bottom of my heart. I am in your debt." he gave him a polite nod, nervously picking on the skin around his nails.

Snape stood motionless, like a Muggle portrait before giving Remus a lopsided, dishonest smile and with a dramatic swish of his black robe, he turned around and headed towards his seat behind the teachers' table. Dumbledore shrugged and gave them a reassuring smile, waving towards the door as he led the way to The Great Hall. They exchanged a nervous sigh and followed him.

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"With great honour, I'd like to welcome Professor R.J. Lupin and Professor H. Lynx, who were generous enough to accept my offer and share the open position of Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers."

Dumbledore introduced the young duo and they both got up, giving the packed dining hall a court, shy bow. They grinned at each other and sat down, looking around the room as the lukewarm cheers died down. 

"For those who seemed to be puzzled by this unusual precaution, the Hogwarts faculty has discussed the…inconsistencies in the previous years and deduced that it would be wise to employ two teachers at once. In case one of them got possessed by anything, be it villainy or incompetence," he added with a knowing smirk and cheerful laughter carried through the packed room.

Harry caught Hessie's eyes and she gave him a disarming wink, making his cheeks flood with a patchy blush.

She seemed so familiar.

The excitement after Dumbledore’s announcement of the new Care of Magical Creatures professor got a considerably louder applause as Hagrid sheepishly stood up and hit the long table with his large belly, making Remus's goblet of wine fall on the floor with a twinkling rattle. He just laughed it off and continued clapping as a new goblet appeared in front of him out of thin air.

The joyous atmosphere seemed to quickly vaporize when the headmaster’s speech turned to the topic of Dementors and their reason to lurk around the castle.

When his name boomed through the stone walls, Hessie felt as if someone dropped a bucket of freezing water down her robe, frigid dread running down her spine.

Twelve years and it still didn't hurt any less than when she got the owl on the fateful Hallowe'en night. She heard Remus's deep sigh beside her as he stared at the table. Her peripheral vision caught Snape's dark eyes boring into her skull, mouth twisted in a mocking grin.

A memory consumed her whole consciousness.

She was stomping through the tall grass with deafening ringing in her ears, her nostrils shivered as she huffed out heavy breaths. The Whomping Willow, covered in snow, was getting smaller and smaller as she walked away, looking almost indistinguishable from a harmless tree when she finally reached the castle's back door.

She never ran up the stairs to the Gryffindor Tower as quickly as that evening. The Fat Lady was just falling asleep when she walked up to the portrait, biting the inside of her cheek to contain her shaky voice.

"'Shrivelfig juice.'" she said firmly, trying to mask the anger spewing out of her brain. The Lady peevishly grunted and opened her eyes.

"Merlin's beard, what are you doing up at this hour? I was just about to indulge in my beauty sleep - "

"I SAID 'SHRIVELFIG JUICE‘!" she exclaimed, her eyebrows knotted in a deep frown. The Fat Lady gasped and reluctantly opened the entrance, muttering complaints under her breath.

"The audacity! I thought you had manners, young lady!" she called after her, but Hessie couldn't hear any of it. The ringing in her ears got too loud when she entered the common room and slammed the door behind her. 

A handsome young man was sitting by the fireplace in one of the velvet armchairs, the flames illuminated his chiselled features. His grey eyes were scanning a Muggle motorcycle magazine but he immediately hopped up when he noticed her, greeting her with a signature wide grin as his dark locks nonchalantly cascaded around his face.

His joyful expression quickly fell when she charged at him and decked him in the face so hard he stumbled back down on his seat.

Her fist slowly filled up with white-hot pain when she heard a soft crack upon the impact. Her index finger was now bent at an unnatural angle. 

"What the -"

"You self-centred prick! What exactly did you think you were doing?!" she shrieked as she held her bleeding knuckles, the pain was like gasoline to her fury. He looked up at her, mouth full of blood. His nose was letting out a small drop as well, tickling the bow of his lips. He immediately knew what she was talking about.

"What's gotten into you? It was a joke, Mimi -"

"Don't Mimi me, you fucking idiot! He could have died!"

"Serves him right, didn't he call you a scar-faced cunt yesterday?"

"Serves him right?!" she screeched again, pacing in front of him like a hungry lioness in her cage. Her chest rapidly heaved. They were lucky the whole tower was gone for an overnight field trip to Hogsmeade.

"He's a sinister, greasy little cockroach. He had it coming. Someone ought to give him a little scare." he hissed and wiped the bloody nose with the sleeve of his yellow-red sweater. 

She scoffed.

"So you took it upon yourself, a hero of the people!"

He took a breath to say something but she harshly cut him off.

"You don't value human life? Fine. Suit yourself. But did your omnipotent brain even consider what would've happened to Moony if he had ripped that fuckface to shreds? How he would feel if he woke up in the hospital wing tomorrow and found out he'd torn someone's beating heart out? Did you worry about the consequences for your best fucking friend?!" she screamed in his face and he fell silent, putting together that this was the true core of her wrath. 

And he truly didn't realize any of it. She was right and he was arrogant and careless. He felt humiliated. She could see right through him at that moment, so she gave him a joyless grin. 

"Didn't think so. Let me enlighten you, then!" 

He immediately backed away when she walked towards him again, but this time she just braced herself against the armrests of his chair, ignoring the bloody marks she'd left behind. She bent down on his level and got as close as she could without their noses touching.

He could inhale the scent of her Moondew shampoo from this distance, but it felt dangerous, not familiar. Her furious stare made him feel like he was burning on a stake, so he decided to move his gaze to the carmine red carpet under his feet instead.

Her silent voice was even more menacing than her enraged shrieks.

"He would've been expelled and sent to rot in Azkaban for manslaughter. All because pretty boy wanted to boost his fragile ego by navigating a clueless person to a tunnel that leads straight into a werewolf's den."

The boy's grunt echoed through the common room walls when he jumped up from his armchair, took her by the collar of her fuzzy green sweater and backed her into a wall, deaf to the gasp she made when her shoulders hit the uneven stone.

"You know what?! If you care so much about your precious Snape's well-being, why don't you go join him and his Death Eater friends at the dining table for breakfast? You can talk about your mother's bakery over a cuppa and they'll welcome you with open arms!" he barked out, spitting blood and saliva all around him. 

She didn't have time to process his statement, because as soon as the words left his mouth, her injured hand instinctively sprung up and firmly slapped his cheek, leaving a mark of bloody fingers behind. His face whipped to the side and he took a moment to breathe out before meeting her devastated face, realizing the weight of his insult.

Strident pain pulsed through her broken finger, but it was nothing compared to the feeling that was eating through her heart when his venomous words sank in. He stared at her with wide eyes, knowing that there was nothing he could do to take back the taunt he just stabbed her with.

She scoffed, a sarcastic smirk curling up the corners of her quivering lips.

"You make me sick, Black," she whispered and wrenched out of his now-limp grip. She forcefully pushed him aside with her shoulder, fat tears rolling down her cheeks. As she stomped off, he heard a strained mumble.

"Episkey."

He cringed at the poorly contained squeal she let out when her busted finger straightened itself back to its usual position with a nauseating crack.

”Mittens, I -“

He could do nothing but watch her body warp into a familiar ball of matted fur and disappear behind the bookshelf that hid one of the ways out of the castle.

She jerked at the loud swish that accompanied the sudden appearance of mountains of food.

Sweet and savoury, sour or bland, it was all there.

She fixed her dissociated stare at the broiled chicken drumsticks that were neatly arranged in a bowl of creamy corn and broccoli, dull pain pulsing in her stomach.

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Tag list: @wickedsingularity @messyr-moons

[bwibuns]

hesperia.

genre: angst, hanahaki disease one-shot

jeon jeongguk x unnamed female character

word count: 978

includes mentions of blood + death

Hesperis matronalis, otherwise known as Dame’s violet, belonged to the gentry among native perennials, and there is no need to cast it aside today because it blooms unbelievably abundantly for a long time. It looks most impressive in large groups. Dame’s violet’s genus’ scientific name comes from the Greek word hesperia which means “evening”, as that is the time that its flowers open and emit their strong and violet-like fragrance. Potential pollinators cannot resist the fragrance, and it is very pleasing to people too, so it is worth planting near a window to be enjoyed to the full on warm summer evenings.

Jeongguk sees it now, the tender flesh which he had once so admired. Tender flesh, unfettered by the rough hands of a man, split open. Kneaded scarlet by hard bathroom tile. Somehow, the patches where she must have been kneeling are still slippery with water from earlier, from when he had finally coaxed himself away from watching movies to mop the floor. His eyes, Jeongguk realizes, had been filtering out the little smears on his freshly mopped floor. Her fingers are bloody. The little smears are striped over the starkly white porcelain of his toilet seat, too. Her nail polish is flaking off of the thumb of her right hand. His eyes are wandering dazedly. He can’t remember how long he’s been standing there for. At least a few seconds? Or hours. 

Time slows when you can feel your heart solidifying in your chest.

His heart is a rock; rattling around inside his rib cage, bruising up his insides. He feels like a rock. He wants to plummet to the bottom of the ocean, to the tiled bathroom floor. He wants to lie next to her, curl into himself with blood-stained fingers and the perfume of a flower he doesn’t recognize leaking from the marrow of his bruised body.

He cannot. Because right now he is standing in the open doorway of his dingy bathroom, shaking, and wet. Crying? He can’t tell. He feels like somebody has doused him in cold water. It isn’t water, just sweat... oh. He had forgotten what he had been doing before he found her. She is in his bedroom. Laying in his bed. 

Jeongguk doesn’t care about her. 

The only one that matters now, exists now, is the girl who is dead on his bathroom floor. He knows she is dead, he recalls the cold, clammy dampness of it, the stillness of dead nothing when he’d had his fingers pressed into her carotid artery. Shaking and choking and crying. 

Must’ve been a few minutes ago now. He’d done that? All he can make out now, in the midst of the fog, is the weight of his body, still rigidly upright (by some miracle of some god), spine rod straight, in the doorway clad only in his underwear and a slightly stale shirt. He smells like sex. And sweat. Fresh or old? His feet are rooted to the spot like somebody has planted them deep into the carpet.

The lifeless body on his floor, when did she get here?

At this moment, his brain forgets to remind him that six days ago, he had pressed a key into her soft, mercifully blood-free palm. 

He had smiled that smile, the one that burned her skin and made her feel sick. Unfailingly. He had said to her, “I really do care about you, you know that right?” 

She had felt like her heart could burst with love, then. He hadn’t known that.

“I care about you. Friends help other friends out when they really need it”. And then he had grasped her small hands between his large ones, and pulled her into his hard, safe chest, and smiled that smile again.

And she had said a feeble “goodbye”, and caught the 8:00 pm train home. And vomited flowers again. 

He hadn’t known that either.

He hadn’t heard her come in, usually, the door is loud. Then again, she is always so quiet. Was? She is dead now. Past tense. 

Suddenly aware, head snapping upwards out of his daze, Jeongguk peels his saturated palms away from his aching thighs, running them frantically through his greasy hair and down the front of his shirt.

Everything she touched became quiet. She had that sort of gentle power, she held it in her eyes, the kind that Jeongguk had occasionally marveled at. 

When she would touch him, he was quiet.

She had stopped doing that. Brushing her hand lightly against his arm, making weak excuses to swipe away a piece of non-existent food from his lip or sweep a strand of hair from his eyes with a gently wavering hand. 

Had anybody else ever felt like they were being eaten alive by love? Was that what love was supposed to feel like? She hadn’t known. So she had just stopped.

Rivulets of blackening blood trace over the slope of her sticky cheek. 

Weeping onto the cold tiles. 

Seeping into the grout. 

No breath passes from her bright red mouth, the air is stoppered into her slackened body by the petals, crammed into her bursting lungs. There are small, saliva slicked petals littering the floor, sticking translucently to the tiles. She must have tried to pick some of them up, Jeongguk notes to himself absently, because are were wet, red imprints on the tiles where each petal used to be, branded into the bathroom tiles like little stamps. Shadows of her dying moments, scarlet wax seals on all the 3 am confession letters that she’d never sent. He couldn’t see it, but the little petals were all coating the inside of her throat, too.

If Jeongguk could have brought himself to kiss her goodbye, to place his bitten lips upon her salty red mouth, he would’ve been able to smell her. 

Thick, dark blood and the potent, perfect stench of persecution.

won’t you say it back, Jeongguk?

[dracosaurusrex]

Found (Draco x Reader)

“ The boy looked at you in awe. There you were right beneath him, as if the universe had orchestrated this scenario perfectly. ”

Summary: When Draco and Y/N find each other after losing one another in their past life.

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Prompt:  “I wish we could be together in another life” // “I promise I’ll be looking for you in each one” (From @minty-malfoy 300wc)

A/N: If you saw me frantically post this a number of times, it’s because it wasn’t popping up in the tags :/ Anywayy, I took a chance to retell the myth behind the constellation, Draco and infuse it with the characters. I thought it was fun, and I hope you enjoy reading!

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The skies were painted with pink and orange hues as the sun began to set upon Mount Atlas, home to Hera’s garden. Rooted heavily within it was a beautiful tree. One that bore fruit to sparkling, golden apples. It was a wedding gift from Gaia. A gift so precious that the young goddess had begged for it to be planted in her garden, which was filled with life itself. Lush trees covered its perimeter, flowers of every species bloomed with much radiance, and golden rays of light scattered through every nook and cranny. Lacing through the landscape were small creeks and springs, which nurtured the tree to its prime state of beauty. It is these that the nymphs of the evening, also known as the Hesperides, were entrusted by Hera to tend and protect. 

There were three of them: Hesperia, Erytheia, and you, Aigle. You all were a playful bunch who truly loved Hera’s garden. However, moments spent under the sun led to a heightened craving as the golden apples shined with temptation. Enter, Ladon, a grand-looking serpentine dragon who coiled himself around the beautiful tree. Hera had summoned him to protect it after several attempts had been made by you and your sisters to steal some of the fruit for yourselves. 

His body was decorated with scales of majestic shades comprising ivory, platinum, silver, and champagne. His talons presented themselves with intimidation, fangs comparable to the size of daggers, and his eyes flashed a striking blue hue filled with a look of ambition and purpose. The creature was the epitome of beauty and fright. 

His presence was effective in keeping your sisters away--they scoured at the sight of him--but the case was quite different for you. Instead of being overcome by fear, you found yourself marveling at him. Every time you rose from your slumber, he was always there, zealously fulfilling his task. He was immortal and he never slept, yet his appearance was as just astounding as the day before. Because of this, you took every opportunity possible to be around him, to bask in his presence, to simply admire him. Today was no different.

The grass felt soft under your steps, and the sunset glowed as fervently as ever. You sped through the maze of trees, chasing rays of light as it slowly reduced into a specks. The wind blew through your honey brown locks as the adrenaline pumped in your veins. The golden tree was in sight, and wrapped around it, like always, was beautiful Ladon. The serpent lifted his head at the sight of the beautiful nymph as she slowed her steps.

“Are you here to bother me again, Aigle?” Annoyance fills his voice, but it doesn’t shift her stance.

“Oh Ladon, your words harm me so. Nevertheless, I can never find myself to be apart from you.” A giggle accompanied your voice as you spoke. 

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“What do you want?” Ladon was accustomed to Aigle and her antics. Every single evening since his arrival, she’d spend her time doing whatever in the presence of the dragon. Despite the cold demeanor he often showed, he was very tolerant of her bubbly behavior. Moreover, he found himself to enjoy her company--it made him feel less lonely as he guarded the tree.

“I would just like to sit with you today, if that’s alright.” She said as she approached the base of the tree. After her countless visits, Ladon memorized her actions, behaviors, and even her mannerisms. He knew firmly well that Aigle wouldn’t steal the fruit. He huffed in response to her request.

“If you won’t say anything else, I’ll take your silence as a yes.” The dragon made no sound, so with a beaming smile she seats herself, leaning against the trunk in peace.

“How was your slumber?” He asks gently. Ladon gazes at her pleasant expression from the top of the branches.

“It was pleasant, I had a wonderful dream.” 

“And that is?” Her eyes open to return his gaze, animating with glee in the process.

“Humans with magical powers, Ladon! They were like the Gods and Goddesses, except that cultivated their skills through special schooling!” Excitement filled her voice as she stared into his blue orbs intently.

“They don’t sound like the Gods and Goddesses to me.” He snorted.

“Oh don’t be such a killjoy! It was truly wonderful! They dressed so differently too! It was quite peculiar, but it was alright.” The dragon only scoffs in response.

The ground surrounding the nymph had sprouted with blossoms as a result of her fascination. As silence loomed in the air, an idea came into mind. She gently plucked the small flowers. From her fingertips, she then produced small, thin vines. With much precision and swiftness, she interweaved the two together, tied up the ends, forming a dainty flower crown. 

“Ladon,” She called out from beneath him. The dragon looked down as she stood from her spot. With the flower crown in her hands, she reaches, delicately placing her creation on top of his head. Ladon huffed.

“What is this?” He asks.

“A gift, for you! I knew it’d look good on you.” The intensity of Ladon’s eyes softened at Aigle. He was known, by others, for his fright, yet when he was around her, he was appreciated for the beauty she saw in him. The creature didn’t say much with the exception of producing yet another huff. Although, this time it was filled with contentment.

Aigle ran her hands up and down his snout, caressing his face with much gentleness. He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch in response.

“You’re a beautiful creature, you know that, do you?” Her voice seemingly dripped of nectar as she spoke. When the dragon didn’t speak, she continued.

“Do you think I can meet you in another life? Just like this one?” 

“What’s wrong with this one?” His striking eyes opened to peer into hers.

“Nothing’s wrong. I like it a lot knowing that you’ll always be here.”

“Then why ask the question?” Aigle hesitates for a moment.

“I don’t think I can ever see a life with me living without your company. If I’m born again, I wish to meet you in that life too. The life after that, and the one after that also.” Aigle smiles up at the creature as the last bit of sunset glow graces her face. It was a known fact that she, amongst her sisters, was the most beautiful evening nymph. Her beauty, however, exuded compassion and care. Underneath his scaly exterior, Ladon felt a sense of warmth whenever she was near. He appreciated her existence not in appearance, rather for her persistent efforts to be near and to spread joy to a creature as vile-looking as him. 

Before he could respond, a rustle from a distance perked his attention. A threatening presence filled his senses, and sent his blood boiling within.

“Aigle, hide. Now.” The nymph’s eyes began to widen in fear as their peace was interrupted with much urgency. Ladon roared once more.

“Now. Aigle. Now!” The nymph steps back hesitantly, searching his eyes for reassurance that everything was going to be okay. Instead, she was met with uncertainty, increasing the worry she felt in her heart. Nevertheless, she followed his command, camouflaging herself within the brushes surrounding the tree. The rustles continue to increase in volume, making out to be the footsteps of someone near. Using her power, she travels through the garden, seeking out the foreigner. Her senses heighten at the sight of a deranged Heracles, the hero who was once praised now desperate for redemption.

He drags his feet through the garden muttering, “Golden apples. Where are those damned golden apples!?” Heracles had his hand clutched on the grip of his sword, seemingly ready to withdraw it from its sheath.

Aigle continues to follow him with her heart beating against her chest. Her thoughts flee to Ladon’s well-being, as she thinks of strategies to protect him. With attempts to stall the demigod, she lifts her hands, inducing trees to spring up in a sporadic fashion. However, Heracles doesn’t seem to notice as his focus remains on his target. He trudges on with much frustration, and Aigle continues to throw any kind of distraction to keep him from finding Ladon and the golden apples. However, her capabilities grow faint as her energy depletes. Tears stream down her face as she watches Heracles inevitably locate the tree. She watches as Ladon, who remains fervently coiled around its trunk, extends his body to coax the man away. 

Her last sight of him alive proceeds as Heracles withdraws his sword to strike his body. Within a split second, Ladon who was alive, laid on the ground in two. Fluid oozes from his insides and stains the grass beneath him. His breaths are sparse. 

Meanwhile, Heracles steps forward, kicking the dragon’s bottom half aside, and proceeds to pick the golden fruit from its branches. Satisfied with the amount he has collected, he walks away without any thought of the serpent laying practically dead on the floor.

Aigle lets out a piercing cry as she comes out of hiding. She runs to him and falls to her knees with her face striped with tears, heartbroken. With shaken hands, she delicately strokes the side of his face for the last time.

“Aigle,” He croaks. The nymph who was once radiantly shining, releases a sob. She gazes into his weary eyes for one last time.

“I promise I’ll be looking for you in each one.” At the sound of his last words, Aigle breaks into a wailing mess. She mourns her beloved friend, her beautiful and brave dragon--Ladon, who valiantly carried out his task while bringing her much joy. The moonlight shines upon them as she continues to wallow in tears. Her sounds are so heartbreaking that it catches the attention of the Goddess of Marriage herself.

Arriving within a flash, Hera gasps at the sight of Aigle embracing what was left of Ladon.

“My dear, what happened here?” She lifts up the nymph into her arms, caressing her hair gently.

With sobs filling her voice, she chokes out, “Heracles. Ladon tried to protect the tree. He really did! And yet-” The goddess shushes her cries as memories of him flash through her mind. Her breaths slow down after a moment, and her once audible cries now reduce to silent tears. Hera, with a soothing voice, comforts the girl.

“Aigle, I know you loved him very much. For your love and loyalty I bestow you a gift.” The nymph looks at her with confusion. 

“Look at the sky.” Following her directions, Aigle stretches her neck to the night. Upon doing so, she’s met with a new formation of stars--one that took the shape of her serpentine friend. The dragon, Draco. As she looks up, tears stream down her cheeks.

“He’ll always be here, looking for you. He’ll find his way back to you. I know it.”

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Y/N jolted awake with tears in her eyes. The sounds of birds chirping immediately fill her ears, as the rays of morning light infiltrate her yellow-clad room. She gingerly touched her face, the feeling of longing still burned in her chest. The dream was so vivid and so real that her heart felt heavy within her wake. The last few words Hera murmured rang clearly in her mind. It wasn’t something she could shake off so easily even if she tried. Ladon. Would she ever meet him in this life? She glanced at the clock--there wasn’t much time until class began. Wiping the wet traces off of her face, she got up to fix herself before making her way to her first lesson of the day, Divination.

Chatters filled the classroom when she entered. The space was split with Hufflepuffs nearest to the entrance and Slytherins on the farther side. The girl was shrouded in sadness as she made her way to her seat. Her eyes were red and puffy, her nose was slightly runny, and her body felt weak. 

“What’s gotten into you?” Your friend asked. You only shook your head in response, not understanding the reason for your sadness yourself. The sound of the bell prompts the class to begin. You wipe the tiredness from your eyes as Professor Trelawney navigated her way to the front of the room. 

“Welcome to another day of divination, my children! Today we will be learning about something important: dream interpretation!” Her voice resounds at the mentioning of the topic, catching your attention and making your heart race.

“Dreams, my dears, are the most crucial means to look into the future! Each dream that you have contains a meaning--a message--depending on its contents! Let’s get started!” Trelawney glides across the room, peering at various students. A great majority looks at her with exasperated expressions, while others turn away to avoid getting caught. She stops at a familiar blonde.

“Mr. Malfoy, let’s begin with you!” A scowl can be seen plastering his face in distaste. 

“Any dreams recently?” The question wasn’t something that would be usually asked in such a public setting. It was weird to you, certainly enough. However, what was more odd was Draco’s hesitance. He was a striking character most of the time. He always had something snarky to say, most especially when it came to divination, but today he kept silent. You examined his nervousness as he shuffled in his seat. You couldn’t blame him.

“No, professor.” He states simply after what seemed like a solid minute of silence. You kept your eyes on his expression. While his response meant one thing, the bothered look on his face couldn’t go unnoticed. There was something off about his aura, and you could feel it. Trelawny stepped back and nodded slightly. She continued looking for another volunteer to share. As she did so, you kept your eyes set on the Malfoy. You were drawn to him on this day in particular, and you weren’t sure why. His glance met up with yours, paralyzing you for a moment before the professor’s voice resounded once again.

“Y/N, how about you? Any dreams?” The sound of her voice was alluring as your sights shifted to her. She looked deeply into your eyes as though she was trying to search your mind. You stayed still, thinking about the one you had the night prior. If anyone could tell you the purpose behind your dreams, it would most likely be Trelawny. Everyone’s focus was now trained on you. 

“I did have one.” You admit quietly. You were astonished by your actions, having done so mindlessly. Regardless, the professor’s expression lit up at the sound of your words. She gestured for you to continue on.

“It was of a girl and a dragon.” You say with much hesitation. Trelawney’s eyes widened.

“Continue my dear,” she says rushedly, “what happened?” You stayed silent for a bit before cautiously deciding to go on. 

“The dragon protected a tree...and the girl loved the dragon--she was always by his side. Unfortunately, he was killed trying to protect it, leaving her alone and heartbroken.” A rush of emotions filled you once again, mourning the loss of a friend. The woman’s eyes softened a bit, while the class was dead silent, interested in what the professor would have to say. 

Draco, in particular, was mortified. As you sat there in contemplation, a heavy weight seemed to drop in his gut while his heart picked up its pace simultaneously. When the professor asked him to share his dreams, the feeling of vulnerability overcame him when he recalled his own. He had cried silently that night prior--having fallen for the nymph that occupied his subconscious. He recalled the vivid feeling of her touch, her soothing words, and the way the evening sun glowed on her face. He recalled Aigle’s swift-acting power as she tried to stall Heracles. The last thing he remembered from that dream was his death, carrying out his loyalty to the goddess, and making a promise to his beloved friend. What Draco didn’t expect, however, was the retelling of such coming from your lips. It was when he saw the look on your face that his heart sped up once more. 

“They made a promise to meet each other in whatever life came next...then the goddess that oversaw them both casted an image of the dragon in the stars.” The emotions you felt in the dream overcame you as a tear threatened to fall from your eyes. You hurriedly wiped it away and swallowed the feelings before looking up at the professor.

“I don’t know what it could possibly mean, professor. It was very vivid.” The professor looked at you with pity, before turning to her attention briefly to the class.

“Everyone, turn to your partners and discuss your dreams.” With the class’s attention now diverted, Trelawney beckoned you to come sit with her. As you do so, Draco’s line of vision remains on you.

A more secure sense of privacy surrounds you and your teacher. While the room began to fill itself with chatters once again, you directed full attention to her, expectant of what she had to say.

“Typically, dreams are foretellings of the future, child. The appearance of a past life doesn’t usually mean anything unless there’s a specific message involved.” Your eyes widened in disbelief.

“When you spoke about the promise, however, I believe the universe was trying to show you that there is someone waiting for you in this world. Perhaps this person takes a resemblance to the dragon, whether physically or even personality-wise. Nevertheless, he has awoken, and now he’s looking for you.” The words that left Trelawney’s mouth kept you in a state of awe. You sat there with hands folded on your lap, fingers fumbling, and knee bouncing. As you remained in a state of contemplation, the bell chimed, signalling the end of the lesson. As you stood to say goodbye to the professor, she cuts you off.

“My dear, senses tell me that he’s much closer than you think. You best keep your eyes and heart open.” You had nothing to say, so you just nod. Your mind was full of thoughts, leaving you to ponder about the identity of this person all day. 

You weren’t the only one curious. The moment Draco heard what you had to say, his awareness of you increased. His feelings told him to be simple and straightforward with you, but his mind was firm and stubborn. However, his body betrays him as he finds himself pacing in front of the divination class with questions that needed to be answered. You walk out of the room with books in hand, unaware of Draco’s presence. Just as you’re about to turn into the corridor, the boy bumps into you, resulting in you falling over and everything flying out of your arms. 

“What the heck was that?” You ask frustratingly as you brush dirt off your knees. The platinum blonde boy looks at you in shock. You don’t bother looking up. Instead, you proceed to pick up the books that fell on the floor. He doesn’t know what overcame in the moment when he stretched out his hand to you. All he wanted was to feel your touch. You glance up warily at the owner only to be taken aback as well.

“Malfoy?” you ask. His head was turned to the side, eyebrows furrowed, and the entirety of his side profile was exposed to you. You took notice of his pale complexion, the way his lips were slightly parted, and how his jawline sculpted and framed his face. He was beautiful. However, more of your attention was drawn to his locks. ‘Platinum’ you thought. As you did so the image of the dragon’s appearance flashed across your vision. Your eyes widened, but before you could process your thoughts the sound of Draco’s voice filled your ears.

“My arm has been extended for centuries now, Y/L/N, and you’re still on the floor. Don’t you have a class to get to?” You broke out of thought and mindlessly took hold of his hand. As he pulled you up, the boy felt a wave of shivers overflowing his body. The warmth of your skin felt familiar against his own, causing a rage of heart beats to spread across his chest. As he turns his head to face you, you let out an audible gasp.

Alarming you was his striking blue eyes as his gazed pierced through your own. Out of shock, you pull your hand out of his hold and trudged past him without saying a word. You weren’t even aware of where you were going. You simply allowed your legs to take you to your next destination as you cope with the heightening of your senses.

There was no way right? There’s no way that Malfoy could be…You shook your head, trying to take your mind off of the chances as you entered your next class. You made sure to be cautious throughout the day, taking care in avoiding the boy as much as possible. There was no denying the reputation that he had in school--students have been sent to Madam Pomfrey’s a number of times because of him. His rude comments, arrogant pride--they all deterred you away from him. Nevertheless, you felt something blooming in your chest, because the dragon you knew in your dreams was patient and tolerant. You were simply uncertain to say the least.

The boy looked at his palm in awe as you walked away. When he turned around, you were already gone. He clenched his hand into a fist as if the action would retain the warmth he had felt. He recalled the look of shock in your eyes before it was glossed over by denial and  sighed. How he longed to know.

As the week dragged on, you managed to keep your distance from the blonde--luckily, he didn’t approach you ever since. However, your attempts to concentrate in your classes were futile as small fragments of the dream replayed within your mind. Your thoughts were often focused on the image of Ladon that appeared so suddenly when Draco stood in front of you. You found that the words, “platinum” and “blue” ran through your mind constantly--not to mention his piercing gaze. Such imagery finds its way into your thoughts as you sit in the library, quill in hand as you work on your homework assignments. As you continue, you can’t help but wonder if he felt it too.

“I promise I’ll find you in every one.” A familiar voice rings within your mind without warning, inducing your head to pulse. You tried to fight it off for a moment, but the pain wouldn’t subside. Deciding it was time for a break, you set your quill down and made your way to the courtyard outside.

Meanwhile Draco, who spent his afternoons reading, situated himself on top of a tree, enjoying the silence which contrasted to the heavy banter in the Slytherin common room. A soft breeze ran through his platinum locks as the sun began to darken in its golden hue. He took a moment to observe the color of the sky change, prompting a series of flashbacks to flow.

“A gift, for you! I knew it’d look good on you.” There was no face attached to the dialogue, but he recalled the rosy feeling sharply.

“You’re a beautiful creature, you know that, do you?” Draco closed his eyes allowing himself to witness the emergence of his distant past.

“I would just like to sit with you today, if that’s alright.” The voice rang deeply in his mind. At the instant that the request had emerged in his thoughts, a loud crunching of leaves filled his hearing. As soon as he opened his eyes, you miraculously appeared into view, walking towards the tree he was situated in. His heartbeat raced quickly, but he kept silent, carefully observing your actions.

You sat down on its base and leaned your head against the trunk, letting out a sigh. Your head didn’t stop pulsing after you left the library. Despite that, your body relaxed upon the breeze brushing past your skin. You wrapped your arms around your waist and closed your eyes in contentment, basking in the nature that embraced you. The boy looked at you in awe. There you were right beneath him, as if the universe had orchestrated this scenario perfectly. The sight of your gentle expression stirs warmth within him, and the flow of memories seem to match this very moment to that of Aigle’s and Ladon’s. Suddenly, within the synchronization of time and space, Draco is Ladon, and in his eyes you are Aigle once again. 

The energy that had surrounded the pair from the past finds it way back to you, and the familiar feel of beloved peace and comfort induces you to open your eyes. The sun that had been going down, casts its glow on you as you look up. ‘Blue striking eyes and  platinum hair’ Your heart skips as you place your hand over your mouth. The dragon you’ve been mourning over had presented himself to you.

“Do you think I can meet you in another life? Just like this one?” The lines ring in your mind as Draco hops down. You get up and stand in front of him, your gazes meeting and never breaking. 

“I promise I’ll be looking for you in each one.” Your eyes search his and scan his face. Recalling the days when you were Aigle, tears began streaming down your face. You allowed your previous perceptions of Draco to melt within the energy of the reunion. 

You shakily lifted your hands and cupped his face in disbelief. Draco, in turn, closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. Both hearts paced quickly as a result of the awaited meeting. You stroked the boy’s cheek with your thumb, causing his eyes to flutter open. He watched as your fingers delicately brushed the space in between his eyebrows, proceeding to his eyelids, down the bridge of his nose, and finally his lips.

“Aigle?” Your old name passes through his lips low and hesitantly, but it’s enough to make you gasp. 

“It really is you, isn’t it? Ladon?” Draco grabs your wrists.

“It is.” The boy looks into your eyes as tears silently streamed down your face.

“You found me.” 

“I promised you I would.” You embraced him tightly, allowing the sound of his heart beat fill you up--it was the very proof that he was alive. His arms wrap around you, and you can feel his fists bunching up the fabric of your robes as his face nuzzles into your neck. The both of you took this moment to embrace the new reality.

As you step away from each other, Draco caresses your cheek and pressed his lips to your forehead. It wasn’t a form of affection he was used to showing, yet it occurred naturally within your presence. You closed your eyes upon feeling the sensation of his lips. They soon leave you only to ghost over your own. 

In a low whisper, he asks, “May I?” You let out a soft ‘mhm’ in response.

The sensation you felt on your forehead takes over your lips as Draco’s brushes his against your own. The feelings of longing pour out from both parties, and suddenly it didn’t matter that you were a Hufflepuff or if he was Slytherin. There was a lot of catching up to do, a lot of changes to be made, but all of that wasn’t important in the moment. All that mattered was that you found each other, you had one another--the appreciation you had shared never truly left. Instead, you only picked up from where you left off.

“It’s nice meeting you, Draco.” You chuckled softly as you broke the kiss. The boy rolled his eyes before letting out a small chuckle himself.

“It’s nice meeting you again, Y/N.” He presses his lips on yours once more, as you dissolve in his embrace.

Epilogue:

You both find yourselves in the astronomy tower that night. Draco looks at the girl pointing to the sky. His arms wrapped around her from behind as they leaned against the railing of the astronomy tower, gazing up at the stars.

“When Ladon left, Hera found Aigle in tears and casted his image to the skies in his remembrance.” She points to the blonde.

“That image, that constellation, is you Draco.” He tightens his grip on you.

“And I’ll never leave again.”

A/N: Thank you for reading! Any feedback is very much appreciated!

[writings-of-a-daphodil]

Fire Keeper: Chapter 4

Douxie x fem reader

Chapter 1

Masterlist in bio!

Series Summary: You are Jim’s older sister who is taking a break from college and has moved back home to Arcadia. You end up joining Jim and his friends on their adventures. Chapter 4 Summary: Road Trip!! It's Jim's Birthday and you offer to take care of all the Trollhunting errands.

“I have to admit, I’m worried that this won’t workout,” you said to Blinky as he put up the last balloon.

“Why do you doubt Master Jim will like his surprise?”

“Jim’s never liked his birthday and I’m not that fond of it either. It marks a bad day for us.”

“Ah, my condolences.”

“Thanks Blinky.”

Soon Jim and Toby were arriving and you had to hide. Jim wouldn't need to be there to ‘stop Aaarrrgghh’ if you were there.

"Hurry run," someone yelled as soon as they saw Jim and Toby.

"It's too late, master Jim. Aaarrrgghh has lost his mind. Save yourself!" you heard Blinky yell.

"I thought Aaarrrgghh was at your house!" Jim asked Toby then he turned to see Aaarrrggh charging. "Oh my gosh. Was it the kitty litter?"

"What the-" Jim yelped as Aaarrrgghh picked him up.

“Surprise!” You called out after Jim realized what was going on.

“Happy birthday Jimbo,” Toby said.

"Happy birthday Jim!" You yelled, a bright smile on your face.

"Happy birthing day, master Jim!" Blinky exclaimed.

Jim looked around in shock.

"Good actor," Aaarrrgghh grunted. You walked up to Jim and smiled.

"Tobias informed us of your human surprise birthday customs. Are you not surprised?!" Blinky stated enthusiastically.

"Uh...that would be one word for it."

"I was convincing," Aaarrrgghh said proudly and you patted him on the back.

"Sixteen years a propitious milestone. Sixteen is when young trolls master command of their bowels." Blinky informed and you wrinkled your nose.

The fanfare came to a halt though as Vendel arrived. "The hero's forge sacred proving grounds for Trollhunters past, present, and future, reduced to mockery."

Your attention snapped to Aaarrrgghh as he popped a balloon. "Balloons pop."

You turned back to Vendel. "It is only temorary, sir. Jim has had a difficult time recently and this was just to show him a little fun," you explained.

"Fine, but you will remove them post-haste. I don't want anything to delay the troll hunters training."

You smiled as you watched Vendel leave then you turned to your brother.

“I know today isn’t your favorite day. It isn’t mine either, but I want you to be happy okay? I’ll let Toby take it from here and I’ll  take care of any trollhunting stuff,” you said hugging Jim tightly.

“Thanks Y/n.”

“Anytime and make sure you have fun,” you pulled away and placed your hands on his shoulders. He was sixteen now, it seemed like just yesterday you were holding him for the first time while your mom watched nervously.

You turned to Toby and mouthed “good luck.” Then you were off to work.

You were only taking a half day if Jim wanted to hang out, but you understood he didn’t so while you worked you pondered what to do next. If there was an emergency then that would take your time, but as far as you knew there weren’t any. You could go and read more of the book you got or you could train. But in the end you decided to go and investigate where Douxie found the book.

At around one thirty you hung up your apron and walked over to the bookshop. This time an ‘on break’ sign was hanging in the window, but you were willing to wait.

You didn’t have to wait long because after you read the sign and moved away from the window Douxie opened the door.

“What brings you here?”

“I have a couple of questions,” you explained.

“Come in.” He held open the door for you and you walked inside. Once inside he led you upstairs to and through another door which appeared to be an apartment. He took a seat at a small dining table and you sat across from him.

“Ask away.”

You took a nervous breath. “Where did you get the book that you gave me the other day?”

“Oh it’s been in the inventory for ages. I think it’s always been in the shop.”

“Okay and there wouldn’t be any more copies out there?” You asked.

“Nope, you’ve got the only one.” His words put you at ease. Somehow you managed to find the only copy of a book written nine hundred years ago by Merlin. That was incredibly lucky.

“Okay, thanks.” You leaned towards the cat to pet him and you realized that you didn’t know his name.

You opened your mouth to ask when your phone rang. You didn’t recognize the number, but it was an Arcadian area code so you decided to answer.

“Hello?” You asked and Douxie walked away towards the register.

“Is this the sorceress?!” The voice, which you recognized as Bagdwella’s, asked loudly. You looked over to Douxie to see if he had heard, but he appeared busy.

“Yes, it’s me. How did you get this number?”

“The Trollhunter left it.” You sighed, hoping that this was at least a real emergency.

“How may I help you?” You asked.

“My sister sent me something in the mail and it got sent to the human town of Hesperia. I need you to get it.”

“I’m sorry, you want me to drive all the way to Hesperia?”

“Yes and hurry. You don’t want troll magic to hurt some humans do you?” She asked then and hung up.  

You took an annoyed deep breath and looked at the time on your phone. You would make it back in time for dinner with your mom.

You turned to Douxie and began stroking his cat. “As much as I’d love to stay and chat, I unfortunately have to drive out to Hesperia.”

“Do you mind if I join you?” It took you a second to register what Douxie had asked you.

You blinked slowly. “I mean it’s not going to be much fun. I’m going to pick up a package, but, um, sure.”

“Alright, just let me close up shop.”

“Take your time.” You took a seat and looked at the texts that Bagdwella had sent you regarding the address of the post office. It was a little difficult to decipher the misspelled words, but you eventually were able to type the right address into your gps.

Douxie came back down the stairs. “Do you mind if I bring Archie? I promise he’ll be great.” He gestured to the cat and you smiled, what an adorably sophisticated name.

“Works for me.” You walked out to your car and got in.

“So,” you began, “why do you want to go to Hesperia?”

“I have a few friends I’d like to see,” he responded looking out the window as Arcadia flew past.

You smiled, “You can do that while I get the package. You don’t want to wait with me in the post office anyways.”

“Yeah.” The two of you settled in for the hour long drive.

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“Are you sure you don't need me to drive you anywhere? It’s just a bunch of houses out here,” you offered and Douxie shook his head.

“It looks like a lovely day to walk and my friend doesn’t live too far from here.”

“Alright enjoy your walk.” You smirked as you got out of the car and the wind blew his hair every which way.

“Oh, don’t laugh at me. Your hair is just as wild.” You laughed, after spending the drive with Douxie, this impromptu road trip wasn’t feeling so inconvenient anymore.

“See you back here at five?”

“See you then, darling.” He walked off with Archie and you started to do the same. As you made your way through the windy parking lot you did your best to not dwell on the nickname he had given you.

After spending an hour in the car with him, talking and listening to music, he was bound to give you a nickname at some point. You had definitely seen your friendship grow as you chatted.

A ding that sounded as you entered the freezing cold post office brought you back to reality. There was unfortunately a long line and you took out your phone to pass the time. You were glad you thought ahead to scan some of the trollish books for later.

Slowly the line got shorter, but as you waited, you felt odd, as if someone was watching you. You tried to ignore the feeling as you got to the front of the line and it eventually went away.

“Hi, I’m here to pick up a package for Bagdwella,” you said with false enthusiasm.

“Your name is Bagdwella?” The girl who was helping you asked.

“Unfortunately.” The girl gave a sympathetic smile and you once again got the feeling you were being watched. You quickly spun around to look, but saw nothing.

The last time someone had been watching was the day your brother got his amulet and that was Blinky. This time Blinky was in Arcadia and it was very sunny outside.

You decided to shove the thoughts aside as the girl began to ask you questions. She left to go get the package and you turned to scan the room again. You spotted movement outside the windows and was tempted to investigate, but the girl came back.

“Here you go.”

“Thanks.” You went out to your car to wait for Douxie.

As you were waiting Jim called. “Y/n! There’s some crazy troll that can show up in sunlight and it wants to kill me!”

“A stalkling!” You let out a small yelp. “Those things are crazy dangerous. Are you okay? Why didn't you call me earlier?”

“I'm fine, Blinky says I should be fine as long as I’m not alone. I have practice for the play tonight and then mom is picking me up." He sighed. "And I didn't tell you because Bagdwella said you were busy. I didn't want to worry you, but I realized I should at least let you know.”

“Okay, thanks. I’m in Hesperia on an errand for Bagdwella, and one of my coworkers is with me. I’ll hurry home.”

“No, I should be fine.”

“Are you sure Jim?”

“Absolutely.”

“Okay, stay safe and if you need to call me!”

“I will, no need to worry.” He hung up and you sighed. You were definitely worried.

Douxie showed up soon and gave you his charming smile. He held up a bag. “I got some food.”

You smiled brightly as he opened up the bag to reveal donuts. You could definitely use some comfort food.

“Yum!” You hopped in the car and began to drive. You turned towards the freeway, but last minute pulled off onto a dirt road.

The sun was slowly setting and it was filling the sky with gorgeous pinks, purples and oranges.  The few clouds that were in the sky only added to the picture. The colors against the still sky blue background stood out and shined. It was a spectacular view.

“The sunsets in the desert are the best,” you explained as you began to eat your donut.

“I’ve seen some pretty spectacular sunsets,” Douxie said, “and this one is definitely up there.”

The two of you ate as the sun began to completely disappear and the stars were barely appearing as you began to drive through the mountains.

It had been really nice to spend some time with Douxie and get to know him. Archie was adorable as well and remarkably well behaved. You would definitely treasure the memory of watching the sunset to together.

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You were fifteen minutes away from Arcadia when it began to rain. Thunder sounded along with the bass in the music and the sky flashed brightly.

Your phone began to ring and you asked Douxie to answer it.

“You’re on speaker Jimbo,” you said.

“Hey, Y/n, please tell me your back from...your errand.”

“I’m fifteen minutes out, why?”

“I really need you to pick me up. Mom can’t and Claire just got picked up. There’s...something out here. I'm going to start riding for home. I'll meet you at the bridge.”

“I’ll be there soon. Call Toby.” Douxie hung up and you began to accelerate. It was dangerous with the wind and rain, but you would protect your brother at all costs.

“Please drop me off at the bookstore.” Douxie requested as you sped down the street, discreetly using magic to keep the two safe.

“Alright.” You turned onto the street and pulled to the side next to the bookstore. You anxiously waited as Douxie hopped out of your car and waved goodbye. You gave a weak smile before speeding off towards the bridge.

You arrived just in time to see Jim being carried higher and higher into the lightning riddled sky. You let out a pained scream as you saw Jim hold up his sword.

Aaarrrgghh and Toby ran up to your car as you got out.

“What do we do?” You cried. Lightning hit Jim and you screamed again. He and the Stalkling began to fall. Aaarrrggh rushed to catch Jim and the Stalkling shattered on the ground before you.

Aaarrrgghh cradled Jim and he slowly woke up. You let out a cry and hugged Toby, the two of you let tears of joy fall. Jim was alive.

The four of you made your way to Trollmarket where Blinky said he had another surprise for Jim. He covered Jim's eyes then revealed to him a 1955 Vespa, something you knew he had always wanted.

You watched the excitement in your brothers face grow as Blinky said they could build the Vespa together. Things were looking up for the two of you.

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A/n: The place in Hesperia is real and the sunsets there are spectacular. The best I've ever seen. Anyways, I want to write a bit of this from Douxie’s POV so expect that tomorrow. I hope you enjoyed this and have a great day/night. Stay safe! :)

Chapter 4.5: https://writings-of-a-daphodil.tumblr.com/post/627488305535205376/fire-keeper-chapter-45

[blueberrypancakesworld]

What if ? - Adrien becoming a big brother

warning : angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, no use of Y/n

Gabriel Agreste x fem!reader

Info : So I needed to wrote another idea of @iamallthingsasian of what could have been when Betterfly's wife (adriens stepmother) got pregnant. Have fun reading this little thing ;)

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°What could be?

°It could have been that in one of the many parallel universes Adrien was not an only child. That his father, who found hope and love in Hesperia or Betterfly, and his two former enemies Shadybug and Clawnoir, the latter being his own son Adrien, found hope and became good.

°They all saw hope and love in a new future Adrien with his Marinette finally came together and his father eventually found love. A stroke of fate that the blonde could not immediately cope with. He fled to his girlfriend and the two together in drawings, music and concerts tried to process the fear that they felt.

°But after Adrien realized how happy his father was with his new girlfriend. How kind she was to Gabriel, Nathalie, Marinette and himself, his resentment against her had slowly subsided and together they were all the good that now fought against evil.

°A team that one year later had a message to announce. Adrien would have a half-sister and become a big brother. Is it true?" murmured the blond, looking at the ultrasound image as they sat together at the table. Gabriel nodded and Y/n put a hand on her belly.

°Yet you couldn't see anything, but in a few months you would start to see something. They both feared that Adrien would get angry or even run away. The reaction was understandable. To their surprise and relief, the blond stood up and hugged his parents. He had finally taken his stepmother more than just into his heart.

°The family would grow before a little girl was born months later. ,,Adrien your little sister Emelie" said Gabriel and stepped aside. He put a hand on his son's shoulder before Adrien saw his sister in his stepmother's arms. The little baby looked at him curiously and gurgled before taking a finger from him.

°,,Emelie...like mother" he said and his voice became brittle Marinette took his hand and Gabrielle put a hand on his shoulder and stroked his head. The family seemed to have finally found peace...at least in this universe.

°But they wanted to share the happiness with Ladybug and Catnoir from the other universe. They traveled there with the help of Alyas and had a meeting. Ladybug was completely enraptured by little Emelie and Gabriel held his wife supportively while Adrien held the baby. ,,Emelie...she's so cute...you're lucky" the only child murmured and his friend held his hand. Before he gave the baby back to its mother and she rocked it slightly.

°They all knew about the pain, the mistreatment of his father and fine Hawkmoth. They knew that Adrien was suffering until Hesperia had an idea. ,,How about we visit more often and train together and you could see Emelie" he suggested and saw the blond's look turn from disbelief to gratitude.

°He fell into his "father's" arms and stroked the baby's head one last time, knowing that in this pain he was feeling there was also hope.

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[blueberrypancakesworld]

Betterfly/Hesperia - In a relationship

warning : fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

Info : So maybe I have a little obsession with this man and the special so yeah have fun reading ;)

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°Loving and gentle

°Gabriel loves you everywhere and even if it was difficult for him to start a relationship again, he knew that Emelie would do the same. He knew that in such a cruel world, besides hope, there would always be love.

°A love that he found in you. He had never given up hope and when he met you for the first time by chance while buying fabric, he couldn't help but ask you politely to let him get to know you better.

°A gesture of gentleness that his partner accepted and the two went on the first meetings together. He was fascinated and completely in love with her cheerful and hopeful nature. While she simply fell for the gentle and polite Agreste.

°A couple that formed after a few weeks and Gabriel found himself more and more often transformed into Betterfly or Hesperia. The superhero with his helpers Alya and Nino came more and more often past their house. He was afraid that Shadybug and Clawnoir could do something to her.

°,,I know Betterfly is always watching over the city...it may sound strange but-but I'm grateful to him for doing all this" she had told him one day when they were sitting together in a cafe and he almost choked on his tea. It had touched his heart to know that he made her feel safe and that she was grateful to him. He carefully put his hand on hers and said, ,,I'm sure he's just as happy to protect the city and its people, especially you, my heart," before giving her a gentle kiss.

°But eventually his secret would come out and Shadybug would know who the heart of her enemy belonged to. A mistake. Betterfly would do anything to get his heart back with the help of his friends and comrades. A deed that at the end of the day led him to turn back in front of her.

°He was afraid that she would get angry and leave him. Instead, tears of fear and relief flowed down her cheeks before she fell into his arms. He himself felt the fear leave him as he realized that she did not hate him, still loved him no matter what.

°But since that incident, since they were in each other's arms, he left kisses and more kisses on her while she pulled him close. Since then, the relationship was less riddled with fear and trust issues. She was full of hope and trust while helping him as much as she could with his tasks. When he was not saving the city from evil, she helped him with new designs.

°Took over the work of communicating between the boutigen and publishers. Until one day she asked him if she could help him save the city from the two villains. A fact that he knew would come sooner or later. But after several times of talking his fear and her courage and hope, he allowed it.

°With his power he transformed her and the two fought together. A team full of love and hope which won more and more victories against Shadybug and Clawnoir. But when they were not fighting together against the evil, the two of them kept together. She moved in with him, there was more than enough room in the big apartment.

°While Nathalie was happy for him, it was Adrien who had a problem with the whole thing. He held on to his mother, held on to his parents' relationship and couldn't stand his father's new love. Gabriel's love tried, but she also understood that it was difficult for her son.

°Gabriel took her in his arms, kissed away her worries and filled them with hope. They cuddled at night and she was always by his side when he should give up hope. A simple kiss seemed to be enough to make the other happy again. And tried to be a family cooked and ate together. Trips and even model pictures together....to Adrien's sorrow.

°The two of them together complemented each other and in this hopeful cruel world they had a chance to save it. Through their love.

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@irenea666, @hesperia24, @taylorsmakingfuckingmacandcheese

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Hesperia/Betterfly - Fluff Alphabet

warning : It's getting fluffy under the cute have fun reading ;)

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A = Adoration (How do they adore you?)

°He idolizes you. For Hesperia, you are the embodiment of hope, kindness and cheerfulness. He would do anything for you. Protect and save you until it kills his life. Next to his son and Nathalie, you are everything to him.

°,,My heart belongs to you"

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B = Best friends (What would they be like as best friends? How would the friendship start?)

°He may be the fashion designer in Paris, but as a best friend he would be the quiet type who doesn't brag about his wealth. Even if he buys something for you, he insists that it's perfectly fine. But when he's not spending money he loves to go on tea dates with you. A new tea cafe has opened and he'll be there with you.

°His favorite tea is lavender tea

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C = Cuddling (do they like to cuddle?, how do they cuddle?)

°He doesn't always like to cuddle in public because he starts to blush and stammer a little. But in the house he always gives his heart a hug, whether at breakfast, at work or in bed when he gets up, he always has his hands wrapped around it.

°His favorite thing to do is to wrap his hands around his darling, grab her hips from behind and rest his head on her shoulder. Or to press her against him, knowing that his calm heartbeat soothed her.

°,,Come here one more hug the better"

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D = Domestic (how would they settle down? How are they cooking and cleaning?)

°He would stay in Paris as long as Adrien was not yet an adult. There would be talks and when he knew that his son could manage on his own and get a house or apartment with Marinette. Only then would he consider with his darling whether or not they should take time out away from Paris. He has all the money in the world and has more than just a house.

°He's a bit of a cleaning fanatic, at least you can always see him with a feather duster somewhere. Or even with a vacuum cleaner, he's a big fan of housework and loves doing it. When it comes to making food, he knows a few recipes but loves to try out new recipes with his son and his heart.

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E = Ending (how would they break up with their partner if they had to?)

°He would try to explain but especially if his loved one didn't know about his second identity, it would take all his strength not to start crying when he sends her home. She has to get away from him, his family and his lawyer. He's too afraid that Clawnoir and Shadybug will show up and in the worst case she'll get hurt.

°,,I-I...will never forget you my love...but-but it's over between and"

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F = Fiance(e) (how do they feel about consent? How soon would you want to get married?

°Consent is the be-all and end-all in his relationship. He would have almost like a little pre-recruitment talk beforehand to establish the consents. He would write everything down in his little notebook so as not to forget anything.

°He would love to marry you straight away, it was love at first sight. But he would take his time for his son, he didn't want to break the peace in the house any more and would talk to Adrien and his heart about everything before he remarried.

°,,Our hearts should belong together forever"

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G = Gentle (how gentle are they mentally and physically?)

°He is careful in everything he does. He always thinks of others first, of the mesnchem around him, his son, Nathalie and his beloved. He watches what he says and does and doesn't want to hurt anyone and only wants to spread hope and kindness.

°,,Everyone just calm down, smile and hug, we'll get through this"

°Physically he's just as gentle (as Hesperia it's different but even there he doesn't try to give out deadly attacks) he always gently puts his hand on hers and always hugs her carefully so as not to scare her. He is like a big soft gentle teddy bear.

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H = Hugs (do you like hugs? How are your hugs?)

°Hugs are like short cuddles and he loves both hugs and cuddles so both are a big yes in his eyes.

°He likes to hug briefly but several times, don't get me wrong, he's more than happy to hold you in his arms for hours. But short hugs mean more hugs throughout the day and that's just as good.

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I = I love you (how soon would they say it?)

°Immediately because he would be so nervous and in love that he would say it right away. Just blush and maybe even hide behind his sketchbook before he's relieved when his date takes his hand and takes him on a date after all.

°,,I-I love you.... did I say that out loud?"

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J = Jealousy (how quickly are they jealous? What do they do when they are jealous?)

°He doesn't get jealous very quickly, he knows that there are lots of women and maybe even men out there who want something from him, but just as many want something from his heart. But he just smiles at the attempts to woo her because he knows that his darling will stay with him. That's why he gave her his heart and she gave him hers.

°,,They're watching you, my heart...but you're the most beautiful one here"

°If he should get jealous, he gently places his hand on the hip of his favorite or places his staff in front of the person and pushes himself in between to create distance between the intruder and his favorite.

°,,A care to ask you out just like that such a beauty must be courted"

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K = Kisses (how are their kisses? where do they love to kiss you?)

°Gently and, above all, cautiously at first because he didn't know when and where and how without perhaps making him insecure. But after he feels you take his hand and he clearly sees that it's okay, his kisses definitely get deeper and a little rougher, but only a little.

°He loves to kiss her whole body, which is usually only possible in bed or when he needs her for a drawing and puts her in the right position with praising kisses. But like the gentleman he is, it's still the back of his hand he places gentle kisses on and kisses his way up her arm to her neck before kissing her lips.

°,,For every minute you have to wait darling, I'll give you a hundred times more kisses"

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L = Little ones (how are they with kids?)

°Adrien is the exception, he has a lot to talk about with his son, but as I said, that's one thing

°But otherwise he gets on very well with children, he loves to see their big fascinated eyes looking at the outfits or the production. He especially paid attention to the quieter children and helped them to realize their dreams.

°,,Who wants to paint something and create an outfit?"

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M = Morning (How do they spend their mornings?)

°Hesperia is a morning person even if he always wakes up tired with tangled hair and a purple slipped sleep mask. But as soon as he has his purple lavender tea he is wide awake and makes breakfast for everyone and most of all he brings it to his darling in bed and wakes her up with kisses and gentle touches.

°,,Tea, coffee, water? Just say the word and I'll bring it"

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N = Night (how are nights spent with you?)

°He's the kind of guy who sketches or draws before going to sleep. Who has his glasses on and purple pajamas. But he'll hold his sweetheart in his arms and talk to her or read to her from a book and just let them both finish the day.

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O = Open (how fast would they open)

°It would take him a long time to admit to you that he was Hesperia. Afraid you would hate him or leave him because he kept it a secret from you. But when he does tell you because he can no longer keep it to himself, he is met with understanding and acceptance.

°,,Darling... I have to tell you something about Hesperia"

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P = Patience (how quickly are they annoyed?)

°His wife has died, his son is an emo and he has to protect Paris, he has nerves of steel to cope with it all. But if something happens out of fear or you get hurt, his patience is at an end and he wants everyone he cares about to retreat immediately and get to safety. Even if he has to use his powers, he just wants everyone to be safe.

°,,Honey, listen to me! Please listen to me and go home it's not safe here...please"

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Q = Quizzes (how much would they know or remember about you?)

°He actually knows everything about you and not in a creepy way but because he memorized all the information and wrote it down in his notebook to read through it and perform little miracles that make his darling happy.

°,,I carry all your secrets here in my heart"

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R = Remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

°When he comes home from a long day and has to be at several meetings. It was already late in the evening and he quietly returns to his home. He went in search of his heart but didn't find it in the usual places. But when he saw the faint light shining out of Adrien's room and looked inside, it was hope for a real family that met him. He saw Adrien lying on the bed leaning against his stepmother who had apparently helped him put new strings on the guitar and she had some dark make-up on her face which Adrien had probably given her. It was the loving look that met his eyes when she smiled at him and they both knew they had hope. Hope for love and acceptance.

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S = Safety (how protective are they? How would they protect you?)

°Very protective, especially before Shadybug and Clawnoir were his allies, he was afraid for you every day you weren't near him. He was afraid that something might happen to you if he wasn't always with you and especially as Hesperia or Betterfly he would always patrol an extra lap around your home.

°He would always protect you as Hesperia no matter what with everything he had and everything he could give. And if he is not Betterfly then as Gabriel he will try to give you all he can and help you with everything.

°,,I'll help you...I'll stay with you...they won't get you"

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T = Try (how much would they invest in dates anniversaries, gifts etc?)

°Everything just everything. He has all the money in the world and wants everything to be perfect on special days. It doesn't always have to be bought because he also loves to make things himself, especially as a family activity with Adrien and Nathalie

°He gives the jewelry, clothes, new things for your hobbies everything he knows you can do something with.

°,,You deserve everything on this world"

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U = Ugly (what would be a bad habit of theirs?)

°His overprotectiveness and overprotection. Something he can do too much and too quickly too often with his darling, which is sometimes rather sickening. But it is precisely this care or overprotectiveness that seems to be lacking in his son.

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V = Vanity (how much do they care about their appearance?)

°He already paid a lot of attention to his appearance, I mean he is the fashion designer of Paris and should look more than good. But that doesn't mean he only wears luxury brands or his own creations. He loves to wear his darling's knitwear or to incorporate Adrien's design ideas into his clothes.

°He doesn't care what his darling wears, he loves her in all kinds of outfits, but it is a special honor for him when he can make one for her himself, then he is always very nervous and wonders if she will like it.

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W = Whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

°Yes, he would, it would add to the pain of losing his first wife and throw him into deep mourning. You were the light he hadn't had for years and now you were gone...he would lose hope.

°,,Hope? I have hoped for something long enough...I have failed"

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X = Xtra (a random headcanon for them)

°He would ask Nathalie or Adrien (if he gets along well with his father's girlfriend) what outfits he should wear for dates and for suitable gifts since he can't always buy a whole catalog and bring her hundreds of packages.

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Y = Yuck (what is something they would not like about his partner?)

°It makes him insecure when he knows that his sweetheart is someone who gives up quickly and loses hope. Because that's something that can cost people their lives in his universe. Which is why he does everything he can to prevent this and tries to fill them with love and hope.

°,,Don't give up hope please don't"

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Z = Zzz (what is a sleeping habit of theirs?)

°He always mumbles a few words in his sleep and sometimes makes drawing movements until he finds his sweetheart and either snuggles up to her or wraps his arms around her and holds her tight.

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MOONCHILD

Remus Lupin x OC reader

Chapter 3 - Riddikulus

Summary: Remus and Hesperia teach their first class. Prepared and excited, nothing can go wrong…right?

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notes: chapter threeee! i hope you’ll all enjoy. the next part will be…let’s call it a rollercoaster, okay? hopefully. that’s a spoiler, so it’s just between us, reader.

tw: some bad words. snape’s psycho breakfast. also, a bit of werewolf body horror - so that’s a bit nasty if you’re squirmish. and i feel like the squirm-factor will only get worse from now on, so beware of that, my sweet squirmish pals. squirm.

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"I don't know, it just came up in my mind. He looked at me like he was watching it happen." Hessie lamented about last night’s uncomfortable memory, lazily buttoning up her shirt. She was inside her chamber, talking to Remus over a half-closed door. 

They had separate rooms opposite each other. They joined in a short corridor, which led to a small common room with a cosy fireplace, stone walls and a soft burgundy carpet. There were frescos of constellations on the ceiling, similar to the ones in their classroom.

A floating porcelain pitcher was watering the greenery that was decorating the windowsills of the gothic windows. 

It strongly resembled the ambience of the Gryffindor Tower. She wondered if the chambers were accustomed to whoever stayed inside. The entire complex was hidden with an enlargening spell behind the door to their shared office, soundproofed from any inventive students that might enjoy spying on professors in their spare time.

After all, she wasn't a stranger to eavesdropping, courtesy of her unruly best friends.

Remus's head popped out of his ajar door. He was just in the middle of putting his red-and-yellow socks on. Lily Potter had knit them for him for his seventeenth birthday. 

"Are you suggesting that Snape is a Legilimens?"

He got a confused hum for an answer.

"That's absurd." he chuckled and disappeared into his room again, taking a shoebrush from his trunk to polish his oxfords. He managed to make them at least slightly shiny.

As he tightened the thin shoelaces, Hessie walked out of her room, a tweed vest lazily thrown around her shoulders. She made her way to the small kitchen-like corner.

"What's absurd is the way he treats his students. I overheard a couple of fifth years yesterday while leaving the feast. They discussed how he makes them test a potion's accuracy on their animals. Want a cuppa?" she glanced over her shoulder as he came in, his fuzzy tie still hanging untied around the collar of his shirt. 

It felt like they were back at their Yorkshire cottage. The only difference was the fireplace. And the king's beds with feather duvets. And not having to scrap for food. There was actually so much food she didn't know what to do with it. She felt like she could retrospectively feed her starving self.

He walked to a bookshelf next to the door, gathering a few schoolbooks. 

"Yes, please," he muttered and opened the well-used copy of The Essential Defence Against the Dark Arts by Arsenius Jigger.

He sat down in one of the armchairs in front of the fireplace, crossing his legs as he browsed through it all the way to the chapter index.

"Oh, marvellous. We're supposed to do Boggarts first."

Hessie whistled. She carried two ornate teacups that resembled goblets. They were made out of black porcelain instead of metal. The cups dangerously wiggled on their saucers and Remus hopped up to take one of the cup to help her and put it on the coffee table next to him.

She sank in the other armchair with a sigh, carefully sipping her milk tea so she wouldn't burn her tongue. 

"I was thinking of trying Boggarts first as well, it's an interesting and handy subject. But you're the one on duty this time, so I guess you'll have to manage by yourself." 

"I'm not sure I can do it without you, love." he mused with a smirk before taking a sip from his cup. She gasped and kicked his shin. She despised that pet name. James and Sirius always used it to piss her off. She hated how condescending it was.

It sounded somewhat endearing from Remus, though. 

"With this attitude, you'll be lucky to live long enough to show up for the class at all." she hissed at him and took another sip of her tea, this time so vigorously she scorched her mouth. She cursed, Remus just giggled, and continued to search through the textbook. 

He still looked so beaten down, purple circles were bordering his eyes, his skin pale and dull. As the first sunbeams entered the room, she could see familiar twinkles in his sad eyes. 

"Are you feeling okay?" she asked silently, nudging his leg with hers, this time softly. He looked up from the book. 

The silver strands in his hair were a lot more protruding than when they were students, but she felt like it made him even more handsome. Like fine wine in a cellar, he aged under the moonlight's glow, remaining startlingly beautiful despite all the suffering he had to endure.

That boyish charm in his grin was never snuffed out, the dimples above his mouth as cheeky as ever. 

"Never better," he replied, his tone laced with both sarcasm and honesty. The duality of the man, she thought as she rolled her eyes. She couldn't help but chuckle, shaking her head as if she wanted to get rid of the blush on her face. The one that spilt all over her whenever he smiled at her.

She stood up and walked to the bookshelf, nudging the back of his head when she walked by him. 

"It's missing a few essentials. I need to check the library, coming?" she muttered and put on the vest after grabbing her green robes from a lion head-shaped hanger. Remus shrugged, fishing a Mars bar out of the pocket of his pants. It was a bit melted, but tasty nonetheless when he took a big bite.

"Do you still think Madame Pince is still there?" he mumbled curiously.

"That old hag? Hope not. She took 30 points from me once, just because I brought her Earl Grey instead of Ceylon. As if she was allowed to assign students slave work in the first place."

"You put a frog in her teacup, Mimi."

"That was Padfoot's idea!"

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As the week passed by, they spent most of their time in the library researching and preparing for their classes. It was as if they were fifth-years again, furiously scribbling notes on their parchments. Even Madame Pince was still sitting behind her mahogany desk, as hostile as ever.

The only thing they were missing was Sirius Black’s taunting, James Potter’s annoyingly attractive voice calling them ‘book-flobberworms’ and Peter Pettigrew’s constant questions about when they were finally leaving for lunch.

And of course, Lily Evans sitting between them, her flaming red hair in their peripherals. 

When Thursday came, Remus felt considerably more sick than on the night they arrived, which was quite ironic. He looked a lot better now, the circles under his eyes were slowly going back to their usual light beige and the few new scratches on his face were closed up, now pale pink.

His hair was a bit more tameable as well, his cheeks somehow fuller and even more dimpled than usual when he gave Hessie his signature disarming smirk. He was very pleased when he looked in the mirror in the morning. Not that he felt handsome, he never did. But he looked alive and that's what mattered to him the most. 

The nerves were eating him up from the inside, though, fingers shaking as he held a fork with scrambled eggs. He was looking around the Great Hall, trying to remember as many Gryffindor and Slytherin faces as he could. He hoped it will make him feel a bit more comfortable when it comes to facing a classroom full of strangers. Hormonal teenagers, for that matter.

Hessie sat beside him, a bit less on edge, as her first class was scheduled for tomorrow. She felt terrible for him, though.

"You'll be excellent, Moony, I'm sure of it."

"What if I hurt them, Mimi?" he blurted out, his voice strained and trembling. She sighed and took his hand, lowering it back on the plate so the eggs wouldn't fall on his shabby robes. 

"You still have more than two weeks and you're starting Snape's brew tomorrow, there is no reason to -"

"Will you go with me? Please…" he cut her off, lowering his voice when Snape sat beside him, carrying a plate with a single over-toasted slice of bread and a lump of unmelted butter slapped on top of it.

As soon as it touched the table, the empty cup in front of him filled itself with tea so black it almost matched his robes.

Remus felt like a small boy begging his mother to go to school with him. Hessie mindlessly darted across Snape’s plate and then nodded.

"Of course I will. I'll just work on my notes and be an emotional support cat. I’m quite good at that, am I not?" she grinned and he let out a sigh of relief, finally gathering the courage to take a bite of his scrambled eggs without the fear of throwing up. 

"I was actually kind of hoping you'll demonstrate. You've always been better at charms."

"You received an ‘Outstanding’ in N.E.W.T.s, Remus."

"Besides," he interrupted and ignored her biting remark.

"You know what my Boggart is. It could…you know. Raise some suspicions."

Hessie panicked. Did he forget what hers was? Before she could argue, though, a deep voice filled her ears.

"So, Lupin. I've heard that you are teaching your first class today. I would like to wish you good luck. And a smooth process. After all, we would all be very disturbed if an accident occurred." Snape sneered, his voice frigid and sarcastic.

He took a sip of his tea, not even flinching at the nauseating bitterness. Remus closed his eyes for a second and then turned at him, a wide smile plastered on his face. 

Hessie just dug a fork into her fluffy pancakes, stuffing her cheeks to the limit. She had to make sure she wouldn’t be able to hex him right on the spot. Her nostrils were trembling with anger, though.

"Thank you, Severus. I truly appreciate your kindness." Remus stated calmly, biting his cheek when Snape responded with a twitch of a forced smile. The cold man continued.

"Speaking of accidents, your potion is nearly ready. Stop by my office around eleven o’clock to gather tomorrow's dose. I will continue to bring it to you on every odd date until the last seven days prior your…imminent sickness. Then you will switch to a full goblet twice a day for the entire week. No pauses, no misses. It is very important for you to remember. Write it on Lynx's forehead if you have to."

He ignored the furious look Hessie gave him when he mentioned her. 

"One last thing - mentally prepare yourself for its unique taste. I have not sampled it, for obvious reasons, but it smells like a troll's lair. And no cheating, sugar devalues its properties." he muttered and quickly got up, his black robe swishing behind him as he walked away, holding his plate with an almost disgusted expression.

"I swear to Godric I will cut him open one day."

After spending the rest of the day in the library, they made their way to the classroom in silence, both too nervous to hold a conversation. When they reached the door, they gave each other one last look. Hessie straightened his fuzzy tie and tapped his shoulder as he straightened her robes, brushing off a few cat hairs she had on her arm. 

He gave her a warm smile and then opened the door, walking inside the filled room with long strides as she jogged to catch up with him. 

"Good afternoon, everyone!" he said with a calm, soft voice. Hessie didn't detect any signs of stress on him. After all, he was an expert in masking himself. She echoed his greeting.

"Professor Lynx is here only as a spectator today, you will get to know her wits up close tomorrow. As for today, please, close your books and pack your things. We will only need our wands today. I would like to start this semester with a practical lesson." Remus stated. The students exchanged confused looks and whispers filled the classroom. They were quite curious though, so they obeyed. 

"All packed? Wonderful! Let's be on our way, then. Please, follow us." he said and walked back to the door, waiting for everyone to gather in a group. Hessie led the way next to him, clutching a packet of pumpkin pastries. They moved through the empty hallways, heading for the professors' lounge.

On their way, though, they were blocked by Peeves. The most infuriating poltergeist under the sun, in Hessie’s opinion. When he spotted them, he let out a shrieking laugh. 

"Fucking hell…" she muttered, silent enough for only Remus to hear. He just grinned widely. He beamed as if he was delighted to meet Peeves again.

"Loony loopy Lupin, lousy little Lynx - sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I -"

"Well, that brings out some memories. Peeves, would you be so kind and move? We were just on our way to the -"

Peeves just blew a raspberry, raising his transparent hands to give Remus a middle finger. The only obstacle was that he didn't have any fingers. Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil giggled at the implication of the ghost’s sing-song, their cheeks flaming with a blush. Remus just sighed and took his wand out of the depths of his robes.

"Pay close attention, everyone. This is a very useful repelling spell, it is truly a multitasker. Waddiwassi!" he exclaimed and performed a stabbing motion with his wand. Peeves rotated in the air for a few seconds as the spell threw him about five feet back, it looked like he was hit with an invisible projectile.

Remus gained admiring gasps from the students. 

Hessie snorted with laughter, covering her mouth so she wouldn't spit out the tea she’d just sipped from her chipped thermo flask. It came out of her nose instead.

"That was so cool, professor!" Dean Thomas mused as Peeves flew away, loudly complaining with foul words. Remus turned around and gave him a warm smile.

"Thank you, Dean! Let's move, shall we?"

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"I'd love to ask my wonderful assistant for today to do a little demonstration. Would you be so generous, professor?" Remus beckoned to Hessie. She did a little curtesy, making the students giggle in anticipation. She took a bite of her pumpkin pastry and took her wand out of the tweed vest. 

Hermione and Harry answered Remus's questions about the nature of a Boggart and the advantages of fighting it in a group. The closet in the middle of the room ominously shook every few moments, rattling with every move. Everyone in the room trembled as well - from fright. Except for the two teachers.

"By all means, professor." 

A few nervous chuckles accompanied her as she positioned herself in front of the ornate cabinet and brushed off pastry flakes that settled in the corners of her lips with the back of her hand.

She took a quick glance at Remus for a green light and he nodded. Then she pointed the tip of her cherry wand at the object’s door, following up with a soft swing. 

The doorknob twisted with a loud click and several students jumped at the noise. They were anxiously waiting on what will come out. A couple of gasps and squeals echoed through the classroom when black mist slowly floated out of the cabinet and materialized into a bony, clawed paw.

A tall, pale creature stumbled out of the closet and fell on its knees. Its ears were large and pointy, skin shrivelled and a sickly shade of white. The patches of fur that scarcely speckled it were thin, the only consistent amount of hairs was on the top of the beast's head.

It slowly rose on its huge sinewy legs and straightened its back, at least as much as the big skeletal hunch allowed it to. Its long snout twitched as it smelled its surroundings, the damp tip of it moved up and down when it locked its glowing yellow eyes with hers. 

Loud thumps filled the air as it vigorously swung its stubby tail and repeatedly bumped into the open door behind it. The children backed away in panic, a few stumbling right into the wall. Harry soundlessly gasped when the creature stepped towards Hessie, its chest heaving in irregular wheezes.

She watched it with great caution, not taking a single step back when it threw its head back, took a deep breath and howled, its voice cracking. The creature's teeth were needle-sharp and crooked, dark blood was leaking from the corners of its lips. 

Her eyebrow twitched when it set its eyes on her again. But it wasn't vicious. It wasn't a feral glare.

Its amber irises were glossed over by misery. Big salty tears were streaming down the beast's scarred cheeks. It looked at her with tremendous pain, pure, pristine agony.

A high-pitched cough hitched in her throat, but when Pansy Parkinson’s terrified squeak reached her ears, she forced out an exhale and swished her wand in a Z-pattern just as the beast raised its frail arm to swing at her. 

"Riddikulus!"

A split second before the dirty claws were about to dig into her flesh, the figure warped into the same dark fog it originated from and then vaporized again - a fluffy grey puppy appeared in its place. She broke into a soft smile when the class started applauding with sighs of relief and cheers.

Even the most disinterested Slytherins were watching closely in awe. A lot of them actually whistled in admiration. 

She crouched and scratched the dog behind the ear before pointing her finger at the cupboard. It barked and obeyed, stomping away with a chipper shimmy, its tail excitedly wiggling. It disappeared into the depths of the closet and she swung her wand again, closing the door with a loud bang. The object started rattling again. 

Hessie stood up and looked at Remus. He was clapping, too, but he stared at the floor with a sad smile. She cleared her throat and turned around to face the class, theatrically bowing when the cheers got louder. She took another bite of her pastry and grinned. Remus walked up to her and chuckled.

"Wonderful, professor, thank you!" he beamed and stuck out his palm to shake her hand. She took it with a laugh and felt her features fill with familiar warmth when their fingers touched.

She hopped up on the windowsill that ran along the room and tucked her wand away, chomping down the last bite of her snack. She dusted off the crumbles from her fingers and watched as Remus called Neville to the front. 

When he successfully polymorphed Snape's bat-like robes into his grandmother's clothes, the class erupted in laughter and she couldn't help but giggle as well. She couldn't deny the uncomfortable pit in her stomach, though.

The students formed a line and Remus rushed to the gramophone that was next to Hessie, carefully placing one of his well-used vinyl records on top. A cold shiver ran down her spine when her gaze fell on the slender fingers that took the needle and gracefully pressed it on the record. 

A catchy swing melody filled the room and Remus grabbed an apple from a wicker basket prepared on a tea table next to him. He took a bite and excitedly wiggled his eyebrows at his friend, twirling around to face the crowd.

"Parvati!" Remus called the petite girl to the front and watched as Snape twisted into a gigant snake. She stumbled backwards with wide eyes. When she heard the encouraging roars of her friends, she waved her wand and another pop echoed around the room. It changed into an oversized jack-in-the-box.

Hessie scrunched her nose.

Not much better.

She seemed amused and satisfied, though, so Hessie gave a little clap and whistled while motioning Seamus to continue. One by one, the students took turns in front of the closet, successfully morphing the Boggart to their will. She shook off disgust when Ron came up and Dean’s incapacitated zombie hand warped into a full-grown Acromantula. 

"Steady, Ron!" she cheered and took another pastry from the packet in her pockets. 

"Wand at the ready, Ron!" Remus clapped and rolled up his sleeves, watching Ron's twisted expression. He let out a small squeak when the Acromantula clicked its mandibles. Then he finally moved his wand.

"Riddikulus!"

With a loud snap, all of the spider's legs disappeared. Its body rolled around the ground like a furry ball. Cheers and laughs mixed with the lively music. While Ron didn't look a hundred per cent convinced, he grinned and backed away, giving high-fives on his way to the back of the row.

The round torso rolled around the room and stopped at Harry's feet. He was up next.

All colour drained from Hessie's face when Remus looked at her with wide eyes, an identical memory flashing behind his eyes. 

Pale, nearly transparent skin peeling off of a face that still carried some eerie resemblance to handsomeness. Glowing red eyes with serpent-like slits for pupils. A green light ricocheting off a disarming spell. Deafening ringing in their ears as they held each other's hand in a tight cramp, apparating away from the annihilated battlefield.

Remus jumped in front of Harry as nonchalantly as possible, right before the Boggart infiltrated the boy's mind. 

"Here!" Remus exclaimed and raised his wand. The fuzzy globe bounced off of the floor like a volleyball and hung in the air for a few seconds before dissolving into a shiny orb surrounded by clouds. Hessie accidentally crushed the pumpkin pastry between her fingers, forcing down a dry swallow.

"Riddikulus!" he commanded, calm and collected. The orb burst open and a cockroach appeared instead, falling on the floor with a dull slap. Remus ignored Harry's confused shrug and searched for Neville in the crowd.

"He's weak, Neville! Finish him!" he waved his hand and Neville awkwardly jogged to the front and pointed his wand at the insect, more confidently this time. It changed back into Snape for a split second.

"Riddikulus!" the boy loudly yelped. Everyone caught a flash of his grandmother's red handbag. Then the Boggart turned into a small whirlpool of black smoke before imploding with an echoing boom, leaving behind a few crackling fire sparks.

The whole class erupted in loud cheers and feverish clapping along with both professors. 

"Wonderful, everyone, truly professional work!" Remus stuck his wand into the wicker basket to applaud properly. 

"I'm very proud of you all, what a joyful show!" Hessie agreed, giving everyone thumbs up. 

"So, five points to Gryffindor and Slytherin for each student that participated, ten points to The Lion for Neville, as he faced the Boggart twice. And five points for both Harry and Hermione."

"But I haven't done anything!" Harry questioned, his expression as puzzled as his voice. Remus smiled.

"You and Hermione answered my questions correctly! Everyone, this has been a wonderful lesson, thank you!"

"A small homework for the lot of you, read the chapter on Boggarts in your textbooks and write a short essay on methods of recognizing and eliminating them. The deadline is Monday, so you have plenty of time, no stress. Thank you, dear colleagues!" 

Hessie clapped once again and hopped back up on the windowsill, watching the excited students say their goodbyes and flow out of the classroom until it was empty.

They were boasting to each other about how well they dealt with the dark creature. Remus let out a heavy sigh, clearly content. Hessie chuckled and tucked a loose hair behind her ear. 

"Very enjoyable, sir," she mumbled, smirking when he proudly straightened his back. His fist involuntarily flexed at the way the title rolled off her lips. He cleared his throat. 

"Not so bad yourself, madame. They seemed to understand quite well, don't you think? I feel like they all have a lot of potential." he closed the closet door with a swish of his wand and leaned against the wall next to her, taking a big bite of his apple. She nodded. 

"I just hope…you know -"

"Yeah. I'm sure he will understand. Harry is a smart boy."

Strange silence filled the room. Hessie felt like she could hear Remus's thoughts sprinting through his brain. She took a shallow breath to say something but he was faster. 

"I did not realize your Boggart was still…I mean, I didn't think that…"

He fell silent. Stumbling through his explanation wouldn't be coherent enough for her to understand. She started shaking her head furiously.

"No, no. No, Remus. Don't do this to me right now. You know damn well why it's -"

"I'm sorry, Mimi."

"Don't you dare even imply that I would -"

A maternal voice disturbed their hushed conversation. McGonagall's elegant figure entered the chamber, her hair tied in a tight bun. A stark contrast to the mess on Hessie’s head.

"Ah, here you are! Albus told me you have your first lesson today. Did everything live up to your expectations?” she asked, her kind smile as professional as ever.

The two of them exchanged a quick look before Remus cleared his throat, trying to swallow the apple pulp completely.

”Of course, prof- Minerva. They all did their part and eliminated the Boggart Albus was talking about. I feel like they’re all way smarter than we were at that age.” he chuckled and McGonagall pursed her lips.

”I highly doubt that.” she simply stated, her voice full of brutal honesty. Hessie painfully bit her lip to contain a wide smug grin that was cracking her professional smile. The older woman sighed.

“Glad to hear that, though. Anyway, I just came to invite you to our Quidditch practice. I am sure you will find that Potter is even more similar to his father than you think."

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[tryskomys]

Moonchild

Remus Lupin x OC/reader

just a little wip bit ;) og potterheads rise up but not too quickly bc we’re ancient and have joint problems

Preview:

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“Please, Professor! You’ve promised us that you’ll have a guess!” Hannah Abbott whined, nudging the small vial towards Hesperia with her chubby finger. She cleared her throat and smirked at the excited giggles that filled the shabby classroom. The bundle of girls that stayed behind after class whispered something among each other, she tried her best not to listen. Looking around, she let out a loud, heavy sigh, rolling her eyes.

“Merlin’s beard, I swear, if it’s just a transfigured Dungbomb I’ll turn all of you into Puffskeins.“ she threatened them with her cherry wand and a tuft of pink sparkles emerged from its tip with a loud crack. She stiffled a laugh when the girls jumped at the sudden noise.

She tucked her wand into the eyelet sown on the inside of her tweed vest, carefully grabbed the vial and twisted it open with a muffled pop. It puffed out a small cloud of iridescent mist, twinkling as it evaporated around her nostrils. The scent hit her senses like a stunning jinx and she immediately recognized the substance, quickly holding it away from her face, her nose scrunched.

“Come on, that’s a low blow, ladies.” she shook her head at their giggles, masking her grin with a frown.

“I remember when Professor Slughorn made us brew Amorentia in fifth year, the smell of mine made him vomit, though. I nearly failed my Potions O.W.L.s, but that’s just between us.” she shrugged as the students erupted in another wave of giggles. She was just about to cork it again when Parvati gasped.

“Professor, please, please tell us what you smell!”

“Yes, say it!”

“We won’t tell anyone, promise!”

The girls babbled over each other until Hesperia sighed and put it to her nose again, making them squeal in excitement.

“Fine, let’s see…” she whispered and closed her eyes. She carefully smelled the glass edge of the vial, trying her best not to accidentaly dip the tip of her nose in it. Her hand softly shook when the cloud swirled around her again.

“…forest soil…cold wind…”

The girls silently chortled and she playfully shushed them, opening one eye to peek at the group.

“…hm, interesting. My sixth-year Transfiguration schoolbook...” she closed her eye again with a dramatic solemn expression and the girls’ laughter ricocheted off the stone walls, clearly oblivious to the fact that it wasn’t a joke. She suddenly felt overpowered by the thought and all mischief dissapeared from her features. Faint annoyed voices filled her ears.

‘Come on, you know how it goes, Moony! You’ve read the chapter.’

‘I can’t do it if you keep staring at me! What kind of tutoring is that?’

‘Merlin, where the hell am I supposed to look, then? I need to see your wand movement.’

‘You’re insufferable sometimes.’

‘Well, so are you! Maybe you should take your own advice for once and eat the damn…’

“…chocolate.”

There was a few seconds of silence after her shivering sigh before she blinked again and swiftly corked the vial, carefully laying it on the table. The memory floated further and further away from her mind. When Hesperia finally looked up, she was met with wide smiles and pink cheeks as the girls uncontrolably giggled.

“Well, I’m certain that you shouldn’t carry such a dangerous substance around the castle. Five points from Hufflepuff, Hannah, I’m sorry.”

The giggles turned into groans and she continued. “Who brewed it? Come on, don’t get all shy now!”

Susan Bones reluctantly raised her hand, rolling her eyes in the process. She started to open her mouth to protest but Hesperia spoke first.

“I might be very bad at Potions, but even I can recognize such a correct and potent brew. Ten points to Hufflepuff for your impressive skills.” she added in a whisper and winked, making the group sigh in relief and break into chortles again.

“Come on, now, off you go. Shoo. If you miss Charms, professor Flitwick will give me detention.” she waved them off and they thanked her, quickly saying goodbye over their shoulders before they errupted into whispers she could no longer hear.

She stared at the simple vial and walked backwards until she hit the uneven wall, resting her back against it. She turned her gaze to the ceiling, mindlessly scanning the dainty frescoes that peppered it. Her chest was flooded by a familiar scorching pain.

She suddenly heard footsteps accompanied by the sound of wood clicking against wood - a cane - as Remus opened the door with a loud creak and walked out of their office above the classroom. He leaned against the chipped wooden doorframe.

“Pomona was right about the Shrivelfig jam, I even managed to fall asleep for a bit. How did it go?” he softly smiled at her and straightened up, slowly limping down the stairs. She caught a glimpse of his worn-out brown sweater but didn’t respond. She just took a deep breath.

Forest soil. Cold wind. Old schoolbooks.

Chocolate.

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[tryskomys]

MOONCHILD

Remus Lupin x OC reader

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THE HESPERIDES (Ἑσπεριδες): the goddess-nymphs of evening and the golden light of sunsets.

synopsis: Two Marauders murdered, one rotting in prison. The shattered group has left behind only rubble - the remaining duo is summoned by Albus Dumbledore to share the open Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher position. The nostalgic stay at Hogwarts only reinforces the Fiendfyre of unspoken emotions they both buried deep inside for decades, unwilling to hurt each other. Remus and Hesperia move through the castle’s busy days as the ghosts of their past haunt the stone walls and remind them that the peace they so desperately fought for is still uncertain.

notes: here’s some backstory for this work! I’m not very experienced in writing reader-insert stories, but I wrote this with an ambiguous female reader in mind. I just don’t really feel comfortable with using the term “y/n” in text…kind of takes me out of the story when I write it, you know? So I decided to choose a substitute name that’s symbolic and simple at the same time! Think of it as a nickname, a cool stand-in token. The features of our heroine are very vague and as bendable as possible, except for the mentions of greying hair, scarring and a nameless unusual eye color, which are all an essential part of the story.

I certainly didn’t want to quote any existing scenes word for word, so the events and vignettes are a cluster of material from the English books, the translated Czech books (which slightly differ), movies, headcanons, and my imagination that I threw into a cauldron and mixed until this story came out!

I hope you’ll enjoy this ride and that I’ll do justice to the story that we all cherish and love <3

(ps.: jk rowling sucks bye)

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[writings-of-a-daphodil]

Fire Keeper: Chapter 4.5

Douxie x fem reader

Chapter 1

Masterlist in bio!

Series Summary: You are Jim’s older sister who is taking a break from college and has moved back home to Arcadia. You end up joining Jim and his friends on their adventures. Chapter 4.5 summary: Douxie's POV of the road trip!

“Do you mind if I join you?” Douxie asked, he had heard the voices at the other end of your phone call and now he was almost certain you were a sorceress. He also realized that you were probably rather new to your powers seeing as he had never really sensed them before.

He wanted to go with you not only to confirm his theory, but to also help you out. He didn’t have too many dealings with trolls or gumm-gumms recently, but he knew that they could be nasty sometimes. He also wondered how you had gotten mixed up with them.

“I mean it’s not going to be much fun. I’m going to pick up a package, but, um, sure,” you said and Douxie smiled.

“Alright, just let me close up shop.”

“Take your time,” you said, focusing on your phone.

Douxie quickly took care of everything and walked back up the stairs. “Do you mind if I bring Archie? I promise he’ll be great.” He watched as your eyes lit up when he mentioned his framilier.

You smiled, “Works for me.”

The two of you walked to your car and got in. “So, why do you want to go to Hesperia?” You asked and Douxie suddenly felt bad about lying to you.

He looked out the window and stroked Archie. “I have a few friends I’d like to see.”

“You can do that while I get the package. You don’t want to wait with me in the post office anyways.”

“Yeah,” he mumbled, looking out the window again.

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“Are you sure you don’t need me to drive you anywhere?” You asked. “It’s just a bunch of houses out here.”

Douxie shook his head. Technically he wasn’t going to a friends house so technically you couldn’t drive him. “It looks like a lovely day to walk and my friend doesn’t live too far from here.”

“Alright enjoy your walk.” You stepped out of the car and your hair was immediately messed up by the wind. Douxie grabbed Archie and felt his own hair get tousled. You laughed quietly.

“Oh don’t laugh at me. Your hair is just as wild,” he joked and you laughed louder. You had a nice laugh.

“See you back here at five?”

“See you then, darling.” The last word slipped out of his mouth and turned to walk away.

Archie looked over his shoulder watching for when you would get inside the post office. “I believe she just entered the building, but it’s hard to tell without my glasses. Turn the corner to be safe.”

Douxie did as Archie said then carefully backtracked to the window of the post office. There was a long line and it didn’t look like it was moving fast.

“So she’s a sorceress and she helps out the Trolls,” Archie summed up.

“It appears that way,” Douxie said as he adjusted his position so he didn’t look conspicuous. He sat under the window while Archie stood on his shoulders and looked through.

“How much training do you think she has? She looks rather young.”

“I don’t know, I want to ask her, but I don’t know how. Maybe she doesn’t want to talk to other wizards.”

“You’ll never know until you ask,” Archie said.

After a while you made it to the front of the line and you were heading out the door so Douxie and Archie left the window. They hadn’t learned much over their time spying and you had managed to almost catch them.

Douxie and Archie did however learn you were a sorceress and the trollish markings on the package confirmed that you worked either with or for trolls. But Douxie didn’t feel like it was the right time to talk with you.

So instead he went and brought donuts at a nearby shop. As he walked back to the car he saw you hand up your phone and sigh. It was probably your brother, he seemed to call you often.

He smiled. “I got some food.” He handed you the bag.

“Yum!”

The two of you got in the car and you began to drive. As you made your way to the freeway, Douxie ate and admired the scenery. It may have just been a desert, but it had its own type of beauty.

You pulled off the freeway and Douxie and Archie looked around confused. You gestured to the view in front of you.

As the sun slowly fell beyond the horizon colors were painted across the sky. There were pinks, purples, and oranges gracing the sky and coloring the few clouds that were out. It was an incredible sight.

“The sunsets in the desert are the best,” you said in a matter-of-fact way.

“I’ve seen some pretty spectacular sunsets,” Douxie said, then glanced at you, “and this one is definitely up there.”

The two of you finished eating in silence and Douxie was able to see that the desert was just as gorgeous at night as it was during the day. This road trip would be a memory he would treasure forever.

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Thunder roared and lightning flashed in the sky as the two of you neared Arcadia.

Your phone began to ring, interrupting the music. “Can you get that?” You asked.

“Sure.” Douxie answered the phone. “It’s Jim?”

“My little brother,” you explained. “You’re on speaker Jimbo.”

“Hey, Y/n, please tell me you’re back from...your errand,” your brother sounded worried and Douxie hoped things were alright.

“I’m fifteen minutes out, why?” You responded and Douxie could tell by just the tone of your voice how much you loved and cared for your brother.

“I really need you to pick me up. Mom can’t and Claire just got picked up. There’s...something out here. I'm going to start riding for home. I'll meet you at the bridge.”

“I’ll be there soon. Call Toby.” Douxie hung up and looked out the window as you sped up.

There were random flashes of orange that appeared through the rain and Douxie realized it was your magic. You were using it to keep the two of you safe.

Douxie was impressed by your multitasking and your strength. He and Archie had thought you were young, but you seemed so powerful.

You began nervously glancing at Douxie and he realized that you didn’t want him to come with you to help your brother. He also realized that perhaps your brother had been talking about a troll or maybe a gumm-gumm.

“Please drop me off at the bookstore.” He requested and you nodded, visibly relaxing a bit.

You turned on to the street and pulled over. “Alright.”

Douxie quickly hopped out of the car and waved. “Stay safe,” he mumbled.

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And Voila. Another Chapter done and tomorrow I shall post chapter five. I’m really excited to write that one. I hope y’all have a wonderful day/night and stay safe out there.

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Chapter 5: https://writings-of-a-daphodil.tumblr.com/post/627579740293824512/fire-keeper-chapter-5

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