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myymi · 1 year

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intro !!

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⤿danielle / myla

⤿18 || [02/23]

⤿agender || they/them + ny/nym (preferred, but im ok w any!!)

⤿alt.blogs :: personal - @dyymi || art - @ceemi

⤿ao3

⤿mutuals are free to ask for my discord 💜

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⤿don't forget your daily clicks!!

faq !!

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⤿"are you still taking prompts?"

⇢ ˗ˏˋmy bio will say if theyre open or closed <3

⤿"how do you get inspiration?"

⇢ ˗ˏˋlistening to music!

⤿"can i draw art based on your fics?"

⇢ ˗ˏˋof course!! please tag me if you do, i'd love to see it!

⤿"have you written for any other fandoms?"

⇢ ˗ˏˋyes, but you'll never find it. i never posted them lol

⤿"any tips for __?"

⇢ ˗ˏˋcheck my tips tag first!

main tags !!

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⤿tails - miles tails prower

⇢ ˗ˏˋ& sonic - unbreakable bond / dynamic duo

⇢ ˗ˏˋ& knuckles - brain and brawn

⇢ ˗ˏˋ& amy - pinky lemonade

⇢ ˗ˏˋ& shadow - bumblebee

⤿asks - myyanswers / anon / anonymous / anon ask

⤿drabbles - myydrabs

⤿fanfic - myyfics

⤿headcanons - myyhcs

⤿alt.blogs rbs - dyymi / ceemi

⤿tips - writing tips

(you may not find every post when searching up tags. i sometimes forget to tag them, and a lot of these are new ones. sorryyy)

fics !!

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[it's quite long, so i'm going to add a read more]

⤿Quick Trip

⇢ ˗ˏˋTails just wanted to run to the store to pick up a few things but was attacked on his way home.

⤿Tails can Purr

⇢ ˗ˏˋjust the family finding out tails can purr

⤿Tails can Purr | Sonic Boom Edition

⇢ ˗ˏˋthis is before season 2, same time as cabin fever cause i love that episode

⤿Welcome To Westside Island!

⇢ ˗ˏˋtails runs into some old 'friends'

⤿What Kind of Genius Can't Figure This Out?

⇢ ˗ˏˋThe crew stay behind to lend a hand in repairing the chateau after the avalanche hits. Over time, Tails properly processes everything that happened that day, but is left with more questions than answers.

⤿Early Birthday Gift

⇢ ˗ˏˋTails is working on The Tornado when Amy swings by the house with an early birthday present

⤿Sonic Hoodie

⇢ ˗ˏˋsonic comes home to tails in a hoodie that looks like him

⤿Feelings

⇢ ˗ˏˋSonic and Tails have a little talk about what happened during the war.

⤿Reality Check

⇢ ˗ˏˋWhat starts as a normal day with Tails fixing up Omega after an accident turns into the fox receiving a reality check from Shadow

⤿Chaotix Babysitting

⇢ ˗ˏˋour favorite detective agency look after our favorite two tailed fox while he's sick :)

⤿Abandonment Issues

⇢ ˗ˏˋKnuckles and Tails are left home alone for the first time. It later proves to be a terrible idea

⤿They're Called Scary Movies for a Reason

⇢ ˗ˏˋtails watches a horror movie for the first time. it does not end well

⤿Echidna Memorial

⇢ ˗ˏˋknuckles takes sonic and tails to the memorial he made for his ancestors :]

⤿It's What Brothers Do

⇢ ˗ˏˋjust a cute little moment between the boys, set in the aosth universe :]

⤿That's His Little Brother

⇢ ˗ˏˋsomeone else saves Sonic instead of the avatar

⤿Worried

⇢ ˗ˏˋAs Tails packs up the Tornado, Sonic comes to him to talk about something on his mind.

⤿What's the Point?

⇢ ˗ˏˋtails notices people don’t typically care to listen to his tech rambles so he stops

⤿Sleeping Troubles

⇢ ˗ˏˋknuckles wakes to find tails missing and sets off to locate him. they talk abt history :]

⤿Hide and Seek

⇢ ˗ˏˋjust kids being kids. for the most part, anyways

⤿You're Not Alone

⇢ ˗ˏˋa small rewrite of one of the scenes in the third issue of idw's scrapnik island :]

⤿Rainy Day, Sick Hedeghog

⇢ ˗ˏˋsonic gets sick, leaving tails to take care of him :]

⤿He's Still Five.

⇢ ˗ˏˋknuckles watches over tails while sonic goes to fight eggman

⤿First I Love Yous

⇢ ˗ˏˋsonic wakes up to a empty bed that should’ve had a fox cub in it

⤿Jelly

⇢ ˗ˏˋbasically; tails finds out he’s allergic to jelly. lethally

⤿Sonic Prower

⇢ ˗ˏˋsonic changes his name

⤿Online Fights

⇢ ˗ˏˋsonic and tails get into a fight like losers /lh

⤿If you can't catch a Hedgehog, Torture a Fox

⇢ ˗ˏˋthis is based off a response my friend got when messing around with an eggman ai

⤿School Troubles

⇢ ˗ˏˋTom and Maddie get a call from the school about Tails

⤿Complimentary Colors

⇢ ˗ˏˋobligatory first meet fic starring sonic and tails

⤿Waiting

⇢ ˗ˏˋtails waits for sonic to come home

⤿Storybook

⇢ ˗ˏˋEither Tails has a nice nostalgia trip, or Sonic gets to embarrass him. The joys of being the big brother.

⤿Easily Hurt

⇢ ˗ˏˋ"You ever think about plastic surgery to fix those, uh, freaky tails?" -- based on the events in episode 61 'fast and easy' in aosth

⤿Situation

⇢ ˗ˏˋknuckles gets some visitors

⤿Tumblr Drabbles

⇢ ˗ˏˋvarious drabbles from tumblr

⤿Find a Rock

⇢ ˗ˏˋbaby tails meets amy

⤿One Last Favor

⇢ ˗ˏˋa scene from telltale's the walking dead game rewritten w sonic and tails

⤿Mobius Lost Another Hero

⇢ ˗ˏˋtails, knuckles, and shadow scavenge for supplies. it does not end well

⤿Grocery Shopping

⇢ ˗ˏˋlittle slice of life fic, aosth bros

⤿Similarities

⇢ ˗ˏˋshadow sits on a roof to sulk. tails says no

⤿Tail Wags

⇢ ˗ˏˋtails finds out his tails wag

⤿Rainstorm

⇢ ˗ˏˋknuckles sonic and tails are stuck in a cave during a rainstorm

⤿A Warm Meal

⇢ ˗ˏˋzombie apocalypse sonic au - inspired by telltale's the walking dead (s1e2)

⤿New Allies

⇢ ˗ˏˋsonic and tails meet knuckles !! yayyy

⤿Bitten

⇢ ˗ˏˋzombie apocalypse sonic au - inspired by telltale's the walking dead (s2e1)

⤿Actions Have Consequences

⇢ ˗ˏˋzombie apocalypse sonic au - inspired by telltale's the walking dead (s1e3)

⤿What Did I Do?

⇢ ˗ˏˋmy take on what happens after the end of sonic prime part 3 (contains spoilers)

⤿Have You Seen Tails?

⇢ ˗ˏˋsonic wakes up from his nap and tails is not there

⤿False Paradise

⇢ ˗ˏˋsonic and tails talk on angel island

⤿Collapsed

⇢ ˗ˏˋa large hotel collapses while a certain fox is inside

⤿Holoska

⇢ ˗ˏˋonce the world began to restore itself after the war against infiite, tails sets out to explore an abadoned eggman base located in holoska

surely nothing bad could happen there

⤿Love is Confusing

⇢ ˗ˏˋtails has no idea what love is

⤿Familiar Faces

⇢ ˗ˏˋtails runs into a few familiar faces as he's transporting a batch of weapons to the resistance's armory

⤿Welcome to the Team

⇢ ˗ˏˋAmy and Sonic are on a walk through a forest when Knucks, Amy's Sandslash, runs off the path. They follow him, and Sonic ends up gaining a new team member. - pokemon au

⤿Tumblr Drabbles

⇢ ˗ˏˋvarious drabbles from tumblr

#miles tails prower #sonic the hedgehog #tails the fox #sth #sonic #myyfics #myydrabs #introduction #intro post #introductory post

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boomblebee-420 · 2 years

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Sk8 Headcanons

Random Sk8 headcanons because I can. If you don't agree with them, please just keep scrolling

There is some shipping between characters. Some of this is me projecting onto characters because I kin them lol

Fluff, Angst, Crack

Warnings: Mentions of self-worth issues, self-harm, suicide attempts, homophobia, anxiety, meltdowns, death, intrusive thoughts, and panic attacks

REKI

-definitely chews on his pencils

-has wanted a dog for years but he’s allergic

-transmasc demiboy

-biromantic and demisexual

-uses he/they pronouns

-AuDHD

-they’re a hopeless romantic

-his binder is orange

-started a fund for top surgery

-gives Langa wheels that they make as birthday/holiday gifts, or just whenever

-spins/jumps in a circle to stim

-also repeats memes, vines, sounds, pretty much anything he finds funny or interesting

-he doesn’t look like it, but he reads a LOT

-they don’t like reading for school because the books suck

-bouncy leg bouncy leg bouncy leg

-separation anxiety with Langa

-FAST FAST FAST MUSIC OR DEATH

-used to cut, but stopped since meeting Langa and the gang. Relapsed when he and Langa were fighting

-depression and anxiety

-knows how to drum (self taught on buckets and empty bins. He’s actually really good)

-inferiority complex

-incredibly impulsive but also very cautious

LANGA

-constantly tapping fingers on everything

-autism, inattentive adhd, ocd

-cat person

-gayyyyy

-asexual

-uses he/they/ice

-talks to his dad a lot (even though he’s gone, it makes ice feel like he’s still with them)

-non-verbal sometimes

-donates some of his paycheck to Reki’s top surgery fund every month

-has no regard for his safety

-my guy can’t take a hint to save their life

-plays a lot of video games

-hyperfixated on omori and undertale

-clicks ices tongue a lot

-has made an attempt on their life before. Ice is better since meeting Reki and the gang

-doesn’t really like books, more of a movie person but he usually doesn’t finish them in one sitting

-really bad intrusive thoughts. Ice will often shut himself up in their room for days because of them

-gets Reki flowers all the time

-Everytime ice meets a new skater, he demands a beef

-Can play the piano

-Monster Energy addict

-depression

-Used to be extremely emo (style-wise)

-Listens to midwest emo, regular emo, shoegaze, indie, some pop

-Likes to stick to a schedule and has meltdowns if it’s disrupted

MIYA

-Aroace

-They/He/She

-genderfluid as fuck

-hates polka dots (STRIPE SUPREMACY)

-loves all fluffy animals

-loves going to the zoo and making fun of random people there

-royalty of embarrassing his friends

-huge abandonment issues

-tends to stay up till three am eating fruit snacks and playing video games

-she and the gang have mario kart contests every saturday night

-has hidden in Langa and Reki’s houses before and scared the shit out of them

-listens to fleetwood mac but will never admit it

-learned german just to fuck with people

-photobombs everyone (even people they don’t know)

-Wilbur Soot and Lovejoy fan. He and Langa listen to them together while playing video games

-Perfectionist

-Has G.A.D and depression, finds it hard to do simple tasks a lot of the time

-Gets panic attacks sometimes

-Watches MCYT

JOE

-Bisexual disaster

-he/him

-Knows spanish and uses it to his advantage

-my guy got mad rizz, as we all know

-Used to be in a band with Cherry. They were called Skate Bomb. It didn’t last long

-Plays bass and guitar

-Sings, but not very well

-dude’s been cooking since before he could walk

-dominates mario kart almost every single time

-listens to everything under the sun (mostly surf rock), and sings country songs to annoy the gang

-has memorized all the vines. Good luck finding one he doesn’t know

-sucks at dying his hair so he forces Cherry and Shadow to help him

-Was a theater kid

-Favorite animal is a penguin. Thinks they’re the funniest things to walk this earth

-Self-harmed as a teenager

-Has anxiety, and tries his best to help the gang when their not feeling the best

-Horrible eyesight, he wears contacts

CHERRY

-He/She

-Gay as fuck

-Agender

-Autistic

-had horrible handwriting and Joe kept making fun of him for it, so she got really good and opened his calligraphy business out of spite

-secretly loves musicals, and knows every word to Hamliton. Like, she memorized the entire script

-Fluent in english and french

-plays a shit ton of instruments and really good at all of them

-major perfectionist

-extremely tech savvy

-believes that Carla is his soulmate

-sings like a fucking angel

-can’t cook for shit, but has really high standards for food

-has horrible self-worth problems and only Joe knows

-Parents were incredibly homophobic and strict, so she’s really sneaky

-Acts like he hates being touched but is secretly touch-starved and craves attention

-Grew up rich

-Donates a shit ton of money to charity. Also donates to Reki’s fund when she finds out about it from Langa

-Doesn’t really like animals

SHADOW

-Been gardening since he was small

-He/They

-Trans FTM

-Pansexual

-Really good at makeup, and occasionally will get into drag just for fun

-Amazing fashion sense

-Loves his grandma and brings her flowers all the time

-Been in love with his manager for years

-Has O.S.D.D, and O.C.D

-Horrible relationship with his parents. They cut off all communication with them as soon as he turned 18

-Sucks ass at mario kart

-Has a god complex and inferiority complex

-Gets intrusive thoughts a lot

-Saved a shit ton of money and managed to get top surgery at 22

-Listens to goth and punk music and hates country (except Dolly Parton, he loves her but will never admit it)

#sk8 the infinity headcanons #reki #langa #cherry blossom #joe #miya #shadow #fluff #angst #crack

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prideofcelestia · 2 years

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❝ when he learns that he’s your favourite character in obey me (self-aware au) ❞

« characters - leviathan, satan, barbatos »

« gender neutral reader »

« headcanons »

belphegor, simeon

You are surprised when all the characters of the game appear on the screen together and greet you sweetly.

“Welcome, master.” A voice that doesn’t resemble any of theirs speaks, “May I know who your favourite is so that he can greet you today?”

It may seem difficult to choose only one but when the voice insists that you must decide, you finally come to a conclusion and name one of them.

LEVIATHAN

“W-W-What do you m-m-mean that I am your favourite? You are kidding, right?!”

His furiously blushing face is hidden behind the back of his hand as he struggles to regain his nonexistent composure. Seeing him that way calms your heart so you inch closer to your screen and poke his cheek.

“Aww, Leviachan doesn’t believe his normie best friend? That’s sad! The Lord of Shadow would definitely believe his Henry!”

“W’aaaaahhhh. Leviathan takes 9000 damage-! I-I-It’s cheating to bring TSL into this! You know I’ll just s-swoon over you even more than I usually do! My heart isn’t ready for that. A-A-Also, I see you as more than my best friend. You’ve unlocked a new level of Henry rankings in my heart-!”

When he visibly jumps back after that, you raise an eyebrow and focus on him. That’s surely new.

“D-D-Don’t look at me with that cute look! Ugh, anime eyes could never compare! Leviathan will take leave for all of eternity. Thank you very much!!”

With that, he disappears from the screen in one swift movement.

You blink. Floating icons and no character to welcome you. Interesting.

“What the… That has never happened before. Hmm… Maybe I should uninstall the app.”

Your plan is to install it back at once but the characters fear that you’ll vanish on them so they take matters into their own hands. The moment you utter the forbidden word (‘uninstall’), Leviathan is thrown back into view from the corner of the screen.

“Aaaaaahhhh-! Be gentle with my inactive, hermit body, won’t you?! And you all are supposed to be my brothers?!?! You guys make me want to sleep with a knife and the spell to summon Lotan for safety purposes!! I’ll never trust you guys with my game codes!”

The last bit makes you laugh out loud. Your gaze meets his and he gulps while playing with the fabric of his clothes nervously. Even though you don’t understand the situation, you’re enjoying watching it unfold.

You say teasingly, “Would you trust me with your precious game codes, Leviachan~”

He never knew he needed to hear that until this moment. Forming fists with his hands, he holds his head high and yells, “Of course I will, Henry! I WILL TRUST YOU WITH MY GAME CODES A-AND MY F-F-FIGURINES TOO-! Just don't ask for it...”

SATAN

It warms his heart and entire being to know that you chose him.

With an alert look in his eyes that you have never seen before, he smiles and greets you with grace.

“Welcome [Name]. I thought I needed to play pranks to get your attention but I've been proven wrong. It makes me happy to see you here today. How have you been lately...? Do you want to talk about it?”

The words do not reveal that he's aware of you so it evades your notice that it’s the first time you’re hearing that variation of dialogue. Why should he play all his cards from the very beginning? He wants to observe and understand why you chose him before revealing his secrets.

His lines are a mixture of humor and concern so you sigh and answer sheepishly. “I’ve not been feeling the best lately. Everything feels overwhelming so I need a break mentally. My emotions are all over the place… At least I can play Obey Me! to blow off some steam.”

Satan searches your face before he speaks with a slight tremble in his voice:

“Are you allergic to cats?”

Depending on your answer, he may suggest you to go and boop the nose of a furry companion to feel better. Despite his love for cats, he doesn't want you to be in the presence of one if it'll harm you. You're the most important person to him so your comfort is his priority.

When you’re busy with your work, he sometimes opens the web browser on your device and searches for novels that are popular in your world. Some tales have really stuck with him. In every story, he pictures the protagonist to be you and the love interest as him. With that in mind, he’ll narrate to you in a way that you can have the purrfect image too! His soothing voice and polished reading skills are at your service whenever you want it. Close your eyes and get prepared to be transported into a world of adventure and romance with Satan.

He’s yours — heart, body, soul and partnership of furry babies, if you want.

When you stare at him wide eyed, he smiles innocently. “Do you not like my idea? I have other plans too in case this displeases you.”

He’ll remind you daily why you made the correct decision by choosing him as your favourite.

BARBATOS

“Just when I thought I wouldn’t see you again, you appeared…. master. I was about to go back into the kitchen and cut onions to excuse my tears. But there is no need for that anymore.”

The line seems new so you stare at him and chuckle a little. The delivery is made with a straight face but his teasing tone doesn't escape you.

“Barbatos, you can be really cute haha.”

Curiously, he reacts to that by frowning.

“I do not think ‘cute’ fits me.”

The reply sounds like he heard you speak just now so you wear a bewildered expression on your face and stare at him skeptically. Had the writers anticipated your reaction to an extent that they prepared the perfect reply in advance? That's... impossible. Different people will surely react differently to his dialogue.

“Hmmm…. Why are you staring at me like that, master? Did I surprise you excessively? But that must partly be the reason you chose me as your favourite.”

He laughs softly.

If you blink at him, he answers your question with a small smile.

“The ‘cute’ one in this situation is you. If you look all confused, I can’t help but want to be by your side and take care of you while teasing you mercilessly. Needless to say, I know all about your preferences by hearing you speak from the other side of the screen. If you do not object, I would like to ask you some questions.”

From the other side of the screen...

That’s when it hits you.

“Barbatos, you can… see me?”

Sharp eyes focus on you. “Why, yes master. One may say that my eyes have always lingered on you.”

#obey me #obey me!#obey me x mc #obey me x reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral mc #obey me headcanons #obey me satan #obey me barbatos #obey me leviathan #x mc #x reader #self aware au #shion script

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thewitchofbooks · 4 years

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Konnichiwa~ How about...family headcanons for ikepri suitors???? You can chose whoever you want~ thank you! 🤝🤝

Hello there~You didn't ask for someone specific, but I didn't want to come to conclusions, so I wrote for everyone, haha. I hope you like it! Also, thank you for the request!

Game: Ikemen Prince

Type: Headcanons

Characters : All the characters

Warnings : Kind of spoilery, I hope it is okay, lol,my English,the characters might be ooc.

~Chevalier Michel

🔹Chevalier becomes a bit more gentle when you two start your own family.

🔹Sometimes, you catch him smiling at your children and playing with their chubby cheeks. They always giggle and hug him.

🔹He tries to tell them how much he loves them, more with his actions and not so much with words. But they know he absolutely loves them.

🔹"I love you too." You heard him once say. You peeked inside the library and saw your handsome husband kneeling in front of the youngest, who was crying. The moment your kid heard that, he/she was grinning as he/she threw himself/herself at Chevalier.

🔹Then Cheva walked out (after a lot of awkward but comfortable cuddles on a small chair.

"Chevalier?" You said his name.

"What?" You smiled and asked.

"What did you say before?" Chevalier frowned.

"Nothing that concerns you, dummy." You laughed as he walked away.

🔹Once, you went to wake Chevalier in your shared bedroom, only to see a large lump and a lot of smaller ones, covered with the fluffy blankets.

🔹Now you have to wake them all up, but you gave up a few hours later and slept with them.

🔹Chevalier is very clever and very strong so, sometimes, he teaches his children.

🔹Every night, he reads them to sleep.

~Clavis Lelouch

🔹You were in for it when you agreed to start a family with Clavis.

🔹If your children didn't look like him, they surely took his character.

🔹Clavis will be coming back after work and instead of being greeted with deep bows from the maids, he gets greeted with buckets full of sparkly confetti and glitter.

🔹He is very proud of them but he doesn't want you to have a lot of headaches.

🔹Clavis always makes time to play with his children. He is being sweet and he helps them however he can.

🔹He teaches them to not be too open with suspicious people and if they get in trouble, he shows them how to get out of it.

🔹He let's them keep pets. And if you're allergic to furr, it's okay! None of these pets have furr at all! They can be from small, little snakes to big birds and fishes.

🔹He is trying his best.

🔹Your children love him and they show it all the time.

🔹Clavis is getting attacked with love, which he wasn't used to. He was completely shocked. In the end, he got used to it and he adores it.

🔹There will be days where you'll wake up with sketches on your face and your husband laughing with your children.

🔹They are very adorable when they're sleeping together, Clavis arm wrapped protectively around them (and you, of course).

~Leon Dompteur

🔹Leon is a very loving man. You and the family you both made are his oxygen. You're the most important reason to keep loving and enjoying life at the fullest.

🔹There are days where Leon has finished with training his army, so he takes you and your children for rides with his horse.

🔹You ride in the city and go straight to the food section.

🔹He spoils his children very much, you have to stop him. Do they like sweets? He'll walk through hell to buy cakes, chocolates and everything else. (or ask Yves to bake fresh cakes, lolol). Do they not like sweets? What are those? He never heard of them. (He still eats them.)

🔹Leon always tries to find new activities, just to make sure his children are having fun in the palace, or outside.

🔹Everytime they do something troublesome, like breaking glasses and plates with their father, they try to play innocent.

🔹If they have nightmares, Leon will help them through them.

🔹He always tells them that they don't have to 'stop seeing nightmares' to be brave. Braveness is when they search for someone they trust, because opening up is harder than keeping it inside.

"But dad, when I'm sad and I don't tell anyone... am I weak?" Leon wiped his kid's tears away.

"No. You are strong. But if it is something too hard to keep to yourself, you can share it with anyone you trust."

~Yves Kloss

🔹Yves is a big tsundere and he is shy. So, when you asked for a family, he blushed and tried to deny it. It wasn't working.

🔹His eyes light up everytime he looks at his children. They're the most adorable children in the world. And his world is made with you and them. You are all the matters.

🔹After his royal duties, he bakes cakes, the children are decorating and you have to watch the chaos.

🔹Before having a family of his own, he found it bothersome and annoying to have things all over the place, but he got used to it.

🔹He is sneaking kittens in the palace for them to feed and pet. Where did those stray kittens you show on the street when you were shopping? Yves doesn't have any idea what are you talking about, but you now have to sleep in your shared bed with foolur freshly bathed kittens.

"Are you sure you don't know them? They look comfortable around you." You said, your brow raised. The kittens were sleeping on him. He blushed and glared at you.

"Hmph, I don't know them! No, lay down Snowflake, we aren't fighting with your mom." He stroked the white furr and the small animal fell asleep again.

🔹He gives to the children gorgeous clothes and he brushed their hair, putting it in the best hairstyles.

🔹At night, he praises them for being kind.

~Luke Randolph

🔹Luke grew up in a bad environment, so he makes sure that his children won't ever have to grow up like that. He could give his life in a blink of the eye to do that.

🔹He doesn't spoil his children too much, because he wants them to be down to earth. For him, his role as a prince is not important, but his family is.

🔹The children are tripping on his long legs while they're playing outside and he sleeps.

🔹Luke is a Disney Prince. That means all the animals love him. He gently cradles small fragile butterflies, or cute little birds to show them.

🔹Luke is taking them for walks in the forest. As the time goes on, more and more animals are attached to their gentleness.

🔹If anyone dares mess with his children, they are in for a big surprise. Luke will take them down and fight them until he is sure that they won't bother them again. He won't kill someone though, only hurt them enough for his family's safety.

~Sariel Noir

🔹Sariel is a very busy man and you know that. So when he asked you if you wanted a family, you were super exited.

🔹By the time your children are born, their bedrooms and everything inside is already ready to use.

🔹Sariel seems pretty strict, but he has a soft spot for your family.

🔹He helps them study all their lessons. If they don't understand something, he'll go out of his way to search it up and give them all the information he gathered.

🔹After babysitting the Princes, he takes a few books filled with fairytales and reads to them in his soothing voice.

🔹Sariel loves his kids dearly and he protects them from harm, even if it means being in the shadows.

🔹The children love to hug him and cling on him, while he is giving lectures to the Princes. (translation = scolding Clavis.)

🔹Sariel was lonely before, so he won't let anyone hurt his family. He'll let his people "clean up the dirt".

🔹Sariel kind of spoils his children, and you, because he is weak for your eyes and pouts.

~Licht Klein

🔹Licht seems distant from afar, but his family gets to see his true colours.

🔹Whenever his children are playing or doing something else (that isn't harmful), he smiles softly, his red eyes fill with love and adoration.

🔹He is scared that someday, they'll have the same bad luck his brother and he had.

🔹That's why he always keeps an eye on them.

🔹Licht was never troubled if he died, until one of his children told him he/she loved him so much, that he/she will make him the proudest dad in the world.

🔹Licht's eyes are wide open and he thinks about his choices again. He'll have to live in order to help them grow up.

🔹He is very supportive with their choices, unless it's something bad for them.

🔹At nights, he sings to put them to sleep, his smooth voice calming the down completely.

🔹You can find the m all sleeping together on a chair.

🔹He won't admit it, but he loves sweet food and his children are no better.

~Nokto Klein

🔹Nokto became a whole new person when you had your children.

🔹He still stayed playful for them.

🔹Nokto is happy when they are happy, he is sad when they're sad...

🔹He despises it when they hurt themselves, physically or not.

🔹He is also scared like Licht. He doesn't want then away from each other. He wants for them to be happy.

🔹Before they were born, he was scared that he wouldn't turn out to be a good father. He was scared of rejection.

🔹He lived with the same fear, until his children run up to him and hugged his legs.

"Dad! Thank you for taking us with you! We love you so much!" They said happily.

🔹Nokto.exe has stopped working.

"I love you too." He quickly hugs them to his chest, trying to keep the tears in.

🔹He is teasing them (in a good way) till there's no tomorrow. (with uncle Clavis).

🔹The children, with your help are making presents for him. He gets so happy!

🔹His past self still haunts him, but he doesn't let himself fall. He is strong.

🔹Nokto doesn't take risky jobs anymore. He takes better care of himself for the sake of his family.

🔹When stormy nights fall, his strong arms are ready to close you and the kids to his heart. It's his promise of never letting go, even in the scariest times.

~Rio Ortiz

🔹Rion is as exited as a puppy!

🔹Right after they are born, they are in his arms, cuddled up to him.

🔹Rio travels with them in other places (for personal reasons). He shows them all around and does anything they ask.

🔹Are they hungry? A whole buffet is made for them.

🔹They have his heart and mind. Sometimes, he is scared they'll think he is annoying, but they always tell him how much they love him.

🔹He takes time off his work and plays with them in the garden or in their Rooms.

🔹He always hear their problems. If he can help it, he'll tskr care of them.

🔹Rio won't let others hurt his children. If someone tries and he is in front of the scene, his hand might slip and he the other guys might get hurt.

🔹At night, he cuddle with them and they all wait for you to read them to sleep.

~Jin Grandet

🔹Jin was feeling bashful. He really wanted a family with the most beautiful person in the world (you).

🔹Like almost everyone else, his character changed a bit. He spends more time with his family.

🔹His children like to climb on his back and go fit walks. His back hurts, but are they happy? They it's worth it. End of the conversation.

🔹There are days where he is too tired so he takes food and drinks (not alcohol) and sets them on the king sized bed with you and the kids.

🔹He is manipulating Yves to cook (lol), but Yves does it for his nephew(s) /niece(s).

🔹If the children are terrified from the nightmares or other scary things outside of the windows, they'll run to him, crushing him on your bed.

🔹When morning comes, they are all over the bed, sleeping soundly.

THE END~

AN: I'm writing from my phone now, but I'll fix it when I'll get my laptop!

NadiaSilver~

Also, fun fact: When I first started the game, I fell asleep while reading/listening the prologue, because Sariel and Chevalier were speaking! I love their voices and I want them to put me to sleep every night, lololol.

#Ikemen prince #ikemen prince x reader #fanfiction #chevalier Michel #Clavis Lelouch #Sariel noir #Leon dompteur #Rio Ortiz #Yves kloss #Nokto Klein #licht Klein #Jin grandet #Luke Randolph #ikepri

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cactusjacked · 5 years

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FFVIII fic, “Liberation”

Pre-game. Slightly AU. Lots of odd snippets of headcanon about the Forest Owls/Rinoa’s life in Galbadia/the animal liberationist movement in Dollet.

Summary: Rinoa wants to be useful. She also wants a dog.

She had never before experienced the sensation of wanting to be useful.

In her old world there had useful people everywhere. There had been valets and maids for doing her hair and maids for making her bed. There had been chauffeurs who never smiled, gardeners with dirt under their fingernails, cooks who made perfect toast.

She tried to recall to her mind all the moments she had thanked the help, all the moments she made sure to refer to them by their first names or ask them how their day was going. She must have, she thought, must have.

She had never wanted to be useful for him or for any other Caraway, or for the teachers at her school or even for the people who had somehow ended up as something like her friends but not really. It had been easy then to think of herself as everything her aunt or her ex-stepmother or in his darker moments her father had said she was: selfish, ungrateful, hateful, even.

No, wait, there had been sitting by her mother by the piano, she had wanted to be useful then. But her mother was only humouring her by letting her turn the pages. She still couldn’t read music, but maybe she could learn, now, here. She didn’t suppose it’d be easy to get a piano through the door of the train carriage, though.

And money, she chastised herself, pianos cost money, and you – we – have none here.

She had already burned their shirts and saucepans. Hours of needlework lessons at school learning how to embroider flowers (lessons where she had was forever surly, argumentative) left her unequipped for shirt buttons and sock darning. Watts quietly and gently took over the job of polishing shoes, a task Rinoa had failed to appreciate the intricate labour of – just like she had with boiling lentils or making beds – until now.

Revolutionaries did not need the skills acquired from years of immersive training in the delicate art of Galbadian girlhood. They did not want or need to know the right way to accept or decline a dinner invitation. They did not have to memorise the words to Vinzer Deling’s favourite folk songs just in case he showed up to a social gathering and demanded the young ladies crowd around the piano to amuse him. Nor did they have to know about Admiral Thibault’s womanising problem that no-one talked about but also very much did (though she knew it thrilled them all here to know the tawdry, hypocritical lives their beloved leaders led).

No-one is here to make you a housewife, Zone told her, just pull your weight.

Some days she felt brave enough to participate in their study groups. She spent evenings familiarising herself with the illicit canon of essays, pamphlets, books, revolutionary songs. She learnt terms like eco-imperialism, resource imperialism (everything everything imperialism), ecocide, permaculture, food forestry, the military industrial complex, the carceral state.

She was still afraid to go outside before dark. In the evenings they went gleaning for food disposed of by the restaurants she and her father had once patronised. She learnt to love the texture of stale bread and the soft, fermented flesh of over-ripe apples. She was no good at stealing, but learnt she was good at smiling and distracting the Galbadian business-owners the Owls deemed grew too fat from selling wine and cheese to tourists from Deling City.

A girl from another faction donated her old boots to Rinoa - in her rush from the house the only shoes she had bought were her party ones, white satin with a heel not made for running. She would slide on her new-old boots and stamp hard on the soft ground of the railyard, laughing giddily at the idea of her father and her aunt and her ex-stepmother and her ballet teacher and her friends watching her climbing deftly over old shipping containers and scraping her knees.

The first time she is useful – or she at least thinks of herself, finally, as useful -- is because she stubbornly insists upon it. She is bored. She is still waited upon. She is still Rinoa Caraway.

A group of animal liberationists from Dollet had been in contact with information about a new initiative in a military camp about ten miles east of the city. There was recent confirmation of a new experiment. The group had been involved before in the liberation of Geezards, who were being - unsuccessfully - trained to detonate remote explosives. This new weapon, however, was more cuddly.

“Dogs.” Zone told her. “Attack dogs, specifically.”

Her ex-stepmother had been allergic. Her father disinterested and non-committal about the idea of pets. She felt ten years old again when Zone told her, coveting the simple, uncomplicated companionship she felt would – must – exist between her and a dog. She had even collected editions of Pet Pals and shoved them under her father’s nose at the dinner table.

“Look.” She had said, pointing to a page. “They’ve trained rescue dogs in the Trabian mountains to administer Phoenix Downs to people with hypothermia.”

Had he thought, then, she wondered, had the idea begun to germinate in his mind? She felt unwell, the same kind of unwell she had first felt when Zone had told her about the Town Square Massacre during the end of the Second Sorceress War (had her father known that they would shoot into the crowd? Had he? Had he?) or the methods of torture used at D-District.

“I’m going to come.” She announced. A panicked Zone recited the familiar list of reasons over why she absolutely should not come.

“If they find you--” He started.

“They won’t.” She said. “Please, Zone.”

He looked at her as if they were children again, with her barraging in on his and Watts’ play the way she always did, demanding they find a place for her. They always had.

“They want someone to record inside the facility.” He said. “You just hang back, okay? Stay outta shot. Follow our lead.” He paused for a second, bit his lip. “I meant what I said before, you know. There’s no condition to you being here. You don’t have to help us in our mission.”

“What if I want to?” She asked.

“You’re fifteen years old.” He said, only eighteen himself. “Just a few months ago you had no idea any of this existed.”

She wanted to tell him that that was a lie. She wanted to think that her acts of rebellion – both large and small, both petty and serious -- against her father, her family, her school, even Vinzer had been for something beyond herself. Back then Zone and Watts were just childhood memories, servants’ boys who she had followed and pestered and then lost the same time it had felt like she had lost everything: her mother, the Timber house, her father.

“And how old were you when you decided this is what you were meant to do? How old were you when you realised how wrong this all was?” She knew the answer. She knew it was the day Vinzer Deling had killed his father. There was no other answer he could give. Rinoa clutched the top of her arm and looked outside the train window, uncomfortable. “You know what I saw, what I went through, as his daughter. It was nothing compared to what people go through here, I know, but…”

She heard him sigh. She watched Joly and Jehan outside smoking and playing dice under the washing line. Behind them stood the solid boundary of Argoat Forest. It would be autumn soon and she would have been here for three months, waiting for something or someone or somewhere to show her what to do with the rest of her life. Maybe all she needed was a dog.

Rinoa accepts a cigarette from one of the Dollet Animal Liberationists even though she had promised herself she would quit because Rinoa Heartilly didn’t smoke. Rinoa Caraway’s last cigarette had been by patio doors of the Timber house as party music poured out into the night air. She had been wearing those satin shoes and the blue dress her aunt always insisted she wore around company. This Rinoa, though, wore sensible shoes designed for scaling chain-link fences and clothes that made her into shadow.

They sketch out the outline of the base into the earth with a stick. Rinoa does her best to memorise the exit points and guard towers. There is an air of nervous anticipation she can feel between them all as they huddle together in the twilight. An owl hoots in the distance, and Rinoa chooses to take it as a good omen.

“Rinoa, it’s okay if you want to wait in the van with Watts.” Zone whispers. She frowns and shakes her head and he grips her shoulder.

She imagines the fence as one of the trees she and Zone used to climb in the grounds of the Timber house. She looks across and sees he is still beside her. They used to have races to climb to the top of the big oak. He wins now just as he did then, but here he is once more with a hand out for her.

They keep low to the ground, dodging spotlights and sleepy, inattentive soldiers. The forest crowds around the camp, the sound of the wind through the leaves softens the noise of their footsteps on the gravel. Her back begins to hurt. Her comrades open control panels, begin fiddling with wires and keypads, muttering curses under their breath.

She used to come with him on tours of these places, sometimes. Officials would hurry her father around and talk in squeaky, anxious voices. She used to try and pretend she was somewhere else. Her father didn’t trust her home alone - she had managed her way out of too many bolted windows and locked doors.

The largest members of the Forest Owls and the D.A.L – Bahorel and a Dollet man she knows only by his muddy yellow hair – swarm the lone soldier out for his cigarette break. He is slipped discreetly into a small closet and his keycard stolen, hands bound and mouth gagged.

When they make their way through the back door of the kennel she is hit overwhelmingly by the scent of dog. She stands, dazed for a moment at the ugly bright fluorescent light, before remembering to switch on the camera. Everyone slips on their masks. They are old pantomime props from long ago showing faces of forest animals: bears, fawns, weasels, and, of course, owls. There is a faint smell of urine as the puppies begin to wake, whining and pacing in their cages.

Zone and the D.A.L. leader stand shoulder to shoulder. Rinoa raises the camera. She knows Zone’s speech already, he had her sit and listen and critique him on his posture, his over-reliance on metaphor, the use of his hands.

“We can see here the plain, naked brutality of the Galbadian Empire.” He began. “Not only do they corrupt and brutalise the minds and bodies of the soldiers under their command, but they extend their treatment to these innocent victims.” Someone hands him a puppy, who sits placidly in his arms. “Who gave these animals the choice to participate in their cruel regimes of violence against Timber, or against all who would seek to oppose their imperialistic dogma? This is only the first step in Timber’s liberation. Soon we liberate all of those who make their home on our soil!”

His delivery is stifled in places, over-practiced. He is not really built for this, she knows. In another place and time Zone would have been a ticket inspector or a clerk in a timber yard, work where his awkwardness and anxious temperament would have proved no serious hindrance to him. But this is not that time. This is not that place.

After the D.A.L leader’s speech – one that stresses the importance of direct action, of interspecies compassion -- she clicks off the camera. Zone thrusts the puppy into her arms.

“What are you doing?” She asks. The small body wriggles against her chest.

“It pissed on me! During my speech!” He replies, ripping off his mask. His face is flustered and he has been sweating. “Hyne this is a disgusting mission.”

Rinoa bobs the puppy up and down in her arms. All around them littermates are being slipped into carriers covered with dark blankets. One of the D.A.L. goes to take the bundle from Rinoa’s arms, but she will not let them take it. No, not this one, she says. I’ll carry it.

#ff8 #ffviii #rinoa heartilly #my fic

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red-wardens · 6 years

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Red-Warden’s OC Page

Because this is all on my OC Page (that I have a link to on my sidebar), but is therefore inaccessible to those who using tumblr app or tumblr from their non-computer devices, I am copy and pasting my OC Page onto a post for anyone interested :) My Warden Squad + Hawkes + Inquisitors

Under the cut because pictures + descriptions = long post.

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Picture Credits: Isseya Mahariel (@Vasirah), Kieran Tabris (@noquiethere), Ronan Aeducan (@blue-spectre), Nora Brosca (@chillyrose), Cassian Cousland (@varrric)

Ages: Start of Origins (Dragon 9:30), Start of Inquisition (Dragon 9:41)

Blue Surana: the Leader (my “canon” Warden Commander) and Most Powerful Warden on Squad

5'4, silence and duty and eccentricity; elf mage, Fire mage (Specialization: Arcane Warrior/Spirit Healer/Battle Mage), royal blue eyes, expressionless face, seldom talks but when she does her voice is very toneless; strong sensitivity to loud sounds/bright lights; generally has a physical touch aversion; True Neutral, Virgo

During Blight: age 18, bobbed white hair tied back and straight-across bangs; has difficulty processing emotions and understanding feelings/actions of others; generally keeps to herself, somewhat scary/spooky aura;

During Inquisition: age 29, waist-length white hair and straight-across bangs; sclera of eyes is darker and some of her veins are black/blackening due to the taint (affects her more than most Wardens)

LI/sexuality: mutual pining for Sten; Asexual/Grey-romantic

Creator Notes: Though there’s no official word for it in Thedas, in Modern AU Blue is diagnosed as a child with high-functioning Autistic Spectrum Disorder. She is also half-Middle Eastern, half-Indian coded.

Hero of World State 1 (survives Archdemon)

Blue’s Aesthetic Tag

Isseya Mahariel: the Second in Command and the Arlessa of Amaranthine

*also Becomes Warden Commander when Surana steps down to look for Cure for The Calling

5'7, sternness and skill and pride; Dalish Archer, Rogue (Specialization: Ranger), dark green eyes, beautiful but often looks annoyed/disapproving, alcoholic tendencies; low key really likes halla; Lawful Neutral, Capricorn

During Blight: age 19, thick black hair in long thin braids, impatient but not impulsive, prone to yelling, very prideful and sure of herself, generally unsentimental

During Inquisition: age 30, the Grey Wardens are her life (married to job trope, but also married to Zev), scars from archdemon fight, firm but fair; wants kids but the Warden taint makes it hard; lost faith in Elven gods but still respects Dalish culture

LI/sexuality: Zevran Arainai; Heterosexual

Creator Notes: In Thedas her Mahariel parents are from Rivain; in Modern AU she is Kenyan-Japanese mix coded with predominantly Kenyan culture (understands Swahili).

Hero of World State 2 (survives Archdemon)

Isseya’s Aesthetic Tag

Alyss Amell: the Healer/medic of Squad; generally non-combatant beyond setting glyphs and in-fight healing

5'2, sweetness and hope and tears; human mage, Creation Mage (Specialization: Spirit Healer/Blood Mage/Rift Mage [by Inquisition time]), pale blue eyes, half-Orlesian and fluent in the language, loves reading/studying, shy and gentle, blushes easily; Chaotic Good, Cancer

During Blight: age 21, light brown hair slightly past shoulders and tied back with a pink ribbon; kind but timid, no self-confidence and no “fight-or-flight” instinct only “freeze and cry"; huge affinity for sweets and breads

During Inquisition: age 32, still kind-hearted but braver and more sure of herself, still shy but can speak up in front of others now, hairstyle now the “bisexual bob”, new hair ribbon is a pale blue

LI/sexuality: Leliana; Demisexual/Biromantic

Creator Notes: In Thedas her father is Orlesian so her mom Revka Amell decides to keep her maiden name to make it easier on her children; in Modern AU she is French-American coded and was diagnosed with Severe Depression and Generalized Anxiety Disorder at age 14.

Hero of World State 3 (dies slaying Archdemon)

Alyss’ Aesthetic Tag

Kieran Tabris: the Vanguard, always first to charge into battle

5'9, candidness and loyalty and a fiery temper; City elf, Two-Handed Sword Warrior (Specialization: Templar/Reaver), motivated by spite and aesthetic (also attention), talks about his mom a lot; Chaotic Neutral, Aries

During Blight: age 20, pretty but petty with a loud foul mouth, has never had a single chill in his life; raging hatred towards humans (except is neutral to human mages), idiotic tendencies, a pain in the ass to Mahariel

During Inquisition: age 31, has obtained some chill but not much

LI/sexuality: has a son with Morrigan (one night stand, never sees her again, doesn’t want to), was in an on-and-off relationship for a couple years with Velanna but they eventually broke up for good; Bisexual/Grey-romantic (strong aversion to humans).

Creator Notes: In Thedas he and his mom came to Ferelden from an island to the East of the Amaranthine Sea. His mom married Cyrion after Adaia and City Elf Warden (the real Tabris Warden) both died. Kyung-jae is his real name and “Kieran” was the name he adopted in Ferelden while learning Trade language. He is not blood related to Sorris or Shianni; in Modern AU he is Korean coded and diagnosed with ADHD and ODD when he was 9. In any AU he has poor eyesight.

Not a ‘Hero of Ferelden’, exists only in Multi-Warden AU

Kieran’s Aesthetic Tag

Ronan Aeducan: the Battle Strategist of Squad; the Lazy Genius™

5'0, naps and brilliance and easy-going neutrality, dwarf noble, Two handed Battle Hammer Warrior (Specialization: Berserker/ Spirit Warrior), great at sketching and painting; good at remaining impartial towards things; Neutral Good, Aquarius

During Blight: age 27, man-bun and many earrings, avoids responsibilities but is chill to talk to; huge guilt complex and overthinks things but keeps anxiety and intrusive thoughts to himself

During Inquisition: age 38, generally the same but slightly less lazy; has reconciled with his past and mostly found peace

LI/sexuality: n/a; Asexual/Aromantic

Creator Notes: In Thedas, while his brothers look like their father, Ronan looks like his mother. Modern AU he is Indian coded and can speak Hindi and English.

Not a ‘Hero of Ferelden’, exists only in Multi-Warden AU

Ronan’s Aesthetic Tag

Nora Brosca: the Wildcard of Squad; great in battle, not so great at taking orders

4'8, laughter and blades and boldness, dwarf commoner, Dual-Wielding Axe Rogue (Specialization: Assassin/Legionare Scout); Chaotic Neutral, Leo

During Blight: age 22, medium-length wild red hair and freckles, jokes and puns; solves problems with murder, kleptomaniac tendencies and habitual liar; brave but not loyal (self-preserving)

During Inquisition: age 33, shorter red hair and more freckles, even more jokes and puns; has had casteless tattoos removed; nugs are now friends not food; now deeply loyal to friends/wardens

LI/sexuality: Sigrun, Lesbian

Creator Notes: In Modern AU she is German coded born and raised in Brazil, speaks fluent Portuguese.

Not a ‘Hero of Ferelden’, exists only in Multi-Warden AU

Nora’s Aesthetic Tag

Cassian Cousland: the Tank of Squad; the “Stay Behind Me” Hero

5'11 (slouching) 6'1 (prosper posture), kindness and justice and passion; human noble, Sword and Shield Warrior (Specialization: Champion/Guardian), moves his hands a lot while talking, laughs easily, passionate romantic, will always do The Right Thing™ but often struggles deciding what the “right thing” is; Lawful Good, Libra

During Blight: age 24, scruffy hair, adopts all the dogs, long scar from top to bottom left of face from Rendon Howe; likes to journal everything and write stories,

During Inquisition: age 35, slightly longer scruffy hair, adopts more dogs and orphans of Mage-Templar War, has published some of his books

LI/sexuality: Nathaniel Howe; Gay

Creator Notes: In Thedas his mother’s parents are from Antiva and he can speak Antivan, moderate PTSD from his experiences during the Blight; in Modern AU he is Mexican coded and speaks fluent Spanish and English.

Not a ‘Hero of Ferelden’, exists only in Multi-Warden AU

Cassian’s Aesthetic Tag

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Claira Hawke: the “Champion” of Kirkwall; the Hot/Cold Mess

5'5, conversation and anxiety and adaptability; Blue-Red Hawke, human, Dual Sword Rogue (Specialization: Shadow), Alyss Amell’s cousin; dynamic but fickle, brave but get panic attacks, literally runs away from problems, changes demeanor depending on who she is with; Neutral Good, Gemini

Fled to Kirkwall: age 25, good intentions but has no clue what she’s doing, fumbles around and gets by on more luck than skill (sometimes wit), weary around strangers but won’t shut up around friends, her mabari’s name is Bear.

During Inquisition: age 36, takes Anders (and their 3-year old son Silas) to the Wardens to hide them there with her cousin and her friends while she goes help the Inquisition

LI/sexuality: Anders; disaster Bi

Creator Notes: In Modern AU she is English coded and has had Panic Disorder and several eating disorders since she was 13. Loves cats but is allergic to them (and to many other things).

Champion for World State World State 3 and the Multi-Warden AU

Important Headcanon: In the Multi-Warden AU, both twins live (Varric lies to Cassandra that Carver died to keep his whereabouts hidden) - Carver becomes a Warden and Bethany a Circle Mage; but in her canon World State 3, both of the twins die (Carver is killed by the ogre, Bethany dies during the Deep Roads Expedition)

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Claira’s Aesthetic Tag

Henley Hawke, The Champion of Kirkwall; the Insomniac Goth

5'10, tired eyes and sharp edges and blunt apathy; Red Hawke, human, Spirit/Primal focused Mage (Specialization: Blood Mage), tattoos to hide dark-eye bags, rude and anti-social attitude mostly because she’s so exhausted all the time from her insomnia; Neutral Evil, Taurus

Fled to Kirkwall: age 25, cool, capable yet completely uninterested in anything but making gold and keeping her rivaled brother Carver and her mabari “Better Carver” (“BC”) alive. Very “I’m not here to help anyone or make friends,” (Varric is literally her only friend)

LI/sexuality: Sebastian Vael (Rivalmanced); pan-romantic/asexual

Creator Notes: In Modern AU she is Irish coded and still has chronic mediation-treated insomnia. Also she’s very goth punk and dyes her hair often. In Thedas she uses magic to make it that color of burgandy.

Champion for World State 2

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#my ocs #red warden squad #plus #claira hawke #my wardens #my hawke #oc page #blue surana #isseya mahariel #alyss amell #kieran tabris #ronan aeducan #nora brosca #cassian cousland #new oc!#my inquisitor #helios adaar

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magnusappreciation2kforever · 7 years

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MAGNUS APPRECIATION MONTH IS HERE!

IT’S HERE! THE MASTER LIST OF THE MAGNUS APPRECIATION MONTH PROMPTS!

The prompts start tomorrow! Here’s the master list so you can start brainstorming about what you want to do with each prompt! Don’t forget to check out the rules for participating!

An Introduction:

Okay, I’m going to do a little blurb with each one for inspiration so it’s not just throwing a word at people. Here’s the format of each prompt:

Word: (Date of Prompt) This word could mean this. Or maybe this! Or hey, maybe it’s this AU. Or something completely different. But you don’t have to do any of these... Take how it how you want!

remember that you don’t have to follow the suggestions given with each one word prompt, nor do you have to do it exactly the way it says (for example, if it suggests that you could draw something, you can write instead! it’s okay!). they’re just there for inspiration, to throw around some ideas! have some fun with it, do what you’re inspired to!

also: malec is allowed, even encouraged! just try not to make it all about alec and malec. this is magnus appreciation month, after all!

don’t forget to tag everything (especially on tumblr and ao3) with #magnusmonth or #magnus appreciation month

- @thesorrowoflizards

UPDATE: the 27TH was accidentally left off. This has been fixed. Oops!

FIRST WEEK: 1ST THROUGH 7TH

History: (December 1st) Explore Magnus’s past relationships, or write a fic wherein someone mysterious from his past returns. Or write about how Magnus was present for an infamous historical event, or draw him with your favorite historical figure! Or, hey, something completely different- a Pride and Prejudice AU or an arranged marriage. Up to you!

Flowers: (December 2nd) Has anyone every given Magnus flowers? Has he given someone else flowers? What’s his favorite flower, and why? Is he allergic? Or perhaps go into the deep shit: symbolism and flower language.

Music: (December 3rd) Write about Magnus’s relationship with music and dancing, or make a Magnus themed music video. Write a songfic based around one of your favorite songs and how the lyrics might apply to Magnus. Or try writing something about Magnus singing, or attempting to play the charango…

Fashion: (December 4th) Magnus has quite the style. How did he get into fashion and makeup? How did he learn? Did he have any mishaps? What does he like in particular, what are his favorite outfits? Is there any particular jewelry piece or article of clothing that is special to him? Your choice!

Badass: (December 5th) Exactly what it sounds like! Magnus being a BAMF, whether it be on the battlefield (fistfight, magic, or sword? who knows!) or in a diplomatic meeting, or verbally eviscerating someone for being an asshole. Basically, Magnus kicking ass with your choice of weapon!

Marriage: (December 6th) What does Magnus think about marriage? Has Magnus ever wanted to marry someone? Has anyone every proposed to him, or vice versa? Or hey, maybe you’d rather write a fluffy honeymoon fic or draw a Malec wedding. Up to you!

Cat: (December 7th) You could draw Magnus and Chairman Meow, or write a witch and familiar AU, or perhaps even write about how Magnus got his cat. Or you could draw Magnus’s warlock mark, or write about how he feels about his cat eyes. Anything goes!

SECOND WEEK: 8TH THROUGH 14TH

Birthday: (December 8th) All about Magnus’s birthday! Does he know his actual birth date, or just a general time of year? Did one of his friends give him a date to celebrate or his birthday, or does he refuse to celebrate it all? If he does celebrate, how? With who? If he doesn’t, why? Or, hey, just write a fluffy birthday fic. However you want to take it!

Jobs: (December 9th) What sort of jobs has Magnus had over the years? What sort of jobs could he have? Maybe you could write an AU where he’s an author or a marine biologist, or perhaps at some point in his long life he worked in retail or fast food. Ugh. You could draw him as a cop or a lawyer… Or you could focus on his role as the High Warlock of Brooklyn and all the responsibilities it entails… Whatever interests you!

Queer: (December 10th) Queer themes day! Time to break out those LGBTQ headcanons! Write a high school AU wherein Magnus runs a GSA, or all about Magnus being nonbinary or trans. Anything is possible!* You could go into Magnus’s journey of self-discovery, realizing his bisexuality and gaining the confidence to become the out and proud freewheeling man he is, or you could write about the inevitable discrimination he’s faced because of it. Whatever feels right!

Malec: (December 11th) What it says on the tin! How is Alec different than the other relationships Magnus has had? What did Magnus think when they met, or when they got married? Or perhaps a missing scene in the show, or an AU of your choice. You could draw them together, dancing or on a date or whatever you choose. Anything Malec-themed that catches your mind!

School: (December 12th) You could go with the classic high school AU, or perhaps talk about how Magnus learned to control his magic. Or perhaps in his many years, Magnus went to college- where did he go? What did he major in? What classes did he enjoy? Or you could write about the lack of schooling in his early years… struggling with illiteracy due to his upbringing, or learning to read as an adult. Or, go more light-hearted and draw Magnus at Hogwarts, or some other fictional school from a book or TV show you enjoy.

Hero: (December 13th) Who does Magnus look up to? Who looks up to Magnus? Or you could take it in a different direction and make it a superhero AU! What would Magnus’s powers be? What would he look like?

Angel: (December 14th) Magnus has fallen angel blood, which allows him to activate seraph blades and such (perhaps even take runes? who knows). Not to mention the irony of how shadowhunters treat Magnus and other warlocks because they believe that their shadowhunter blood makes them “better”, when in reality, he probably has more angel blood than them. Or you could go a completely different route and write a wing AU, or draw Magnus as an angel! It’s totally up to you.

THIRD WEEK: 15TH THROUGH 21ST

Friends: (December 15th) Let’s explore Magnus’s platonic relationships. How does he spend time with his friends? How often do they meet up? What do they do together? How did he meet them? Do they have any inside jokes? Or you could draw them together, perhaps even draw Magnus and his immortal friends in another era. Whatever catches your fancy!

Father: (December 16th) You could write a fluffy future fic, or a single dad meet-cute. You could draw a Malec family scene, or even just Magnus with one of his downworlder kids. Or instead, you could draw Asmodeous lurking in the shadows, or write about and explore Magnus’s dark heritage. Or, hey, go a different route. Whatever inspires you!

Dragons: (December 17th) Woohoo! Dragons! You can draw an AU wherein Magnus is a wise old dragon, or is riding one, or write about him facing a dragon demon in canonverse, or perhaps in his life he’s met an actual dragon on some mountain somewhere. Hey, you could even give him a pet dragon!

Warlock: (December 18th) Magnus has a complicated relationship with other warlocks. He’s a leader who has to make hard choices and protect his people. He’s powerful and respected, but also controversial thanks to his relationship with Alec in canon. You could write about that, how he’s protective of his people, write about him interacting with them, or about the politics of his position in the downworld. You could draw him practicing his magic, making a potion, or talking with other warlocks. You could also explore what it means to him to be a warlock- his warlock marks, the discrimination he’s faced, his immortality, his intimate relationship with his magic, or even the circumstances of his birth. Anything goes!

Mythology: (December 19th) Time for those greek AUs, Percy Jackson AUs. and AUs wherein Magnus is a god or a hero from whatever mythology you choose. Or it doesn’t have to be an AU at all- perhaps Magnus is a fan of Egyptian mythology, or has studied Greek myths. Who knows? Only you!**

Kink: (December 20th) You know what this means.

Language: (December 21st) What languages is Magnus fluent in? How many of them? Why did he learn them? What’s his relationship with his native tongue- does he use it often? Was it hard for him to learn English? Who taught him?

FOURTH WEEK: 22ND THROUGH 28TH

Romance: (December 22nd) Let’s talk about Magnus’s romantic relationships. How fast he falls in love, how he feels about intimacy. What’s the stupidest thing Magnus has ever done to impress someone, or get their number? Or maybe you want to write about Malec, or draw them together. Or hey, maybe you ship Magnus with someone else! That’s fine, too.*** Today is all about romance!

Royal: (December 23rd) You could draw Magnus as the badass Prince of Hell, or write a medieval royals AU, or you could even make an AMV with the song “Royals” by Lorde. Whatever works for you!

Death: (December 24th) Draw a tragic death, or write about Magnus coping with the people he lost a long time ago? Or maybe Magnus has a cliché out of body experience after a near-death experience! Or you could go with the potentially much more light-hearted theme of Magnus befriending the grim reaper, or Terry Pratchett’s famous character Death.

Holidays: (December 25th) What holidays does Magnus celebrate and when? How does he celebrate, and who with? Has he been alone in the past, or has he always celebrated with his friends? Does he celebrate with his new family- his husband and children- now? Or maybe he doesn’t celebrate at all. (Keep in mind this doesn’t have to be Christmas, although it can be!)

Bane: (December 26th) Why did Magnus choose his name? What made him choose something that meant “Great Destruction”? Or, hey, make a Batman joke. Either way. Or something entirely different!

Nephilim: (December 27th) Magnus has a complicated relationship with shadowhunters. He’s met good ones- Henry Branwell, Will Herondale, Alec Lightwood- but he’s met far more bad ones. But then, Nephilim are complicated creatures. How do you think Magnus’s opinion of them changes over the years?

Red: (December 28th) The color of blood. The color of angry magic. The color of fire. Passion. Destruction. How does Magnus feel about the color red? Or draw something centered around red- a red seraph blade, or a red pool of blood, or a red silk shirt.

LAST WEEK: 29TH THROUGH 31ST

Healer: (December 29th) Magnus Bane is many things: a leader, a fighter, a friend, a lover… and a healer. Whether it be potions or spells, Magnus has never been one to turn down someone in need. Write something about Magnus helping someone, or using his magic to heal them. Or write an AU where he’s a doctor, or draw him brewing a potion or healing someone wounded. Write about Magnus learning how to make potions or treat wounds. Who did he learn healing magic from? Did Catarina help him master it, or did he teach her first and then she surpassed him? Was he a child when he first learned how to heal, and it was the first time he saw his magic could be used for good? Or did he seek it out as an adult?

Alternative: (December 30th) What’s your favorite Magnus-centric AU? Is it canon divergence or completely different? Is it a Malec AU wherein they meet in wildly different circumstances, or focused on platonic relationships, such as Magnus in the World Inverted befriending Luke… or is it focused completely on Magnus’s alternate life as a painter who’s down on his luck or a CEO trying to do good? Or, of course, something completely different? Any time, any place, any AU.

Ghosts: (December 31st) Literal or nah? Who knows. Maybe Magnus talks to Ragnor’s ghost, or perhaps in another world he haunts an abandoned mansion and scares teenagers who sneak in. Or maybe you want to think all about the skeletons in Magnus’s closet, the people he’s lost who still haunt him… Or a silly Buzzfeed Unsolved or Ghostbusters AU! Whatever you want!

*This does not mean you can erase Magnus’s bisexuality. If I see one more person calling Magnus gay (or straight), I will scream.

**Unless you are Native American (or whatever culture corresponding to the AU you’re writing), don’t be an asshole and use Native American beliefs, or any other existing religions. Ancient greek myths are just that: myths. Native American beliefs (and other beliefs that may apply) are a religion. There is a difference.

***See rules on not shipping incest, abusive relationships, and other such relationships.

don’t forget to tag everything (especially on tumblr and ao3) with #magnusmonth or #magnus appreciation month

#magnusmonth #magnus appreciation month #magnus bane #shadowhunters #malec #harry shum jr

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dngrs-untld-hrshps-unnmbrd · 7 years

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Before the Fall (Pt 1)

Destiny fic. A Dead Orbit scavenger is resurrected as a Guardian hundreds of cycles after her death but can remember everything from her old life. While she struggles to understand why another new Guardian brings back memories of a time Zavala wishes he could forget.

Set in two time periods: during the events of Destiny pre-Red Legion and just before the Battle of Six Fronts.

Author’s Note

Bear with me, I know this first chapter and author’s note are long. Future installments will be pithier.

This is a companion story to After the Fall but can be read as a standalone. It features my OCs Andara, an Awoken Voidwalker Warlock, and Piax, a human Sunbreaker Titan. It’s primarily Andara’s story but will feature chapters in Piax’s POV (point of view) exploring her early days of being a Guardian and why she’s so devoted to Zavala. It will also explore a lot of Zavala’s back story through his POV, including his romantic history. Because I’m allergic to stories without kissing.

OK, so, the lore. This is probably the longest Author’s Note I’ve ever written! Thanks Destiny for your confusing, vague lore XD For those interested, I’ll set out what we know that’s relevant to this story as well as the assumptions I’ve made.

You can totally skip this and start the story if you prefer. I’ll explain things in the story as I go along.

This fic is set during what I’ll call the Early City Age, just before the Battle of Six Fronts, and the Late City Age, just before the Red Legion Attack in D2. Six Fronts was the first big battle to defend the Last City and marked a turning point in the way the City was run. (In Zavala’s Origins trailer it’s the battle he, Shaxx and Saladin are street-fighting in.)

At the time of the Battle of Six Fronts, the Last City was at the mercy of the Faction Wars, there was no Consensus and it seems the Vanguard didn’t exist as it did today. The Wall had been built by the Titans. The Iron Lords were probably already dead so there was a power vacuum in the Last City.

One assumption I’m making is that the Exo Titan Saint-14 and Lord Saladin worked with the Speaker to govern the Last City, but in some sort of unofficial capacity. Saint-14 must have been in an important leadership role because after Six Fronts he vouches for the Warlock Osiris’s elevation to Vanguard Leader.

Another assumption is that because Saladin mentored Zavala and Shaxx and the early days of the Last City were kind of YAY TITANS, Saladin brought his boys into important discussions and decisions. This is long before the rift between Saladin and Shaxx, which happened after Twilight Gap.

The Crucible was founded after Twilight Gap but as Guardians love to fight each other I’ve made up a thing called Skirmishes. Shaxx runs these and they function in a similar but scaled down way to the Crucible.

Thank you to @littleshebear for letting me use her Zavala/Lyssa the Lighthearted relationship headcanons, and for all our endless discussions about lore and the Vanguard and Guardians. Lyssa is a real character in the grimoire, a Sunsinger Warlock like Osiris.

Tl;dr?

Early City Age = the City has a Wall and the Guardians are just starting to venture out beyond it

Late City Age = the setting of Destiny the game

Chapter One

Master Rahool, Late City Age

The little silver Ghost lay silently on the table where the Cryptarch had left it. A Hunter had brought it in a few hours earlier along with a stack of engrams that she’d found on Mercury.

Couldn’t revive it. Looked like it had been there for years, almost buried by a broken Vex gateway. Think you can fix it?

Now he had a few minutes to spare Rahool picked up the Ghost and examined it. Could he? Sometimes he performed maintenance on Ghosts that had received knocks on the battlefield, but they were more cosmetic adjustments. This Ghost could be beyond help, drained of Light and unable to seek out the Guardian it had once belonged to. He or she could be long dead, or perhaps the Ghost had never even found them.

There was a lot of gunk in its seams and Rahool worked at them with a thin silver tool. The Ghost was starting to look clean, but still very dead, when suddenly it lit up and made a whirring noise.

‘Ah, so you’re not dead. How long have you been sleeping?’

The Ghost began spinning urgently and a moment later shot out of his hands. Rahool watched it zoom across the courtyard and then over the Tower railings and out of sight.

He laid down his silver tool and smiled to himself. ‘Goodbye, Little Light. Looks like you’ve got someplace to be.’

Zavala, Early City Age

Twilight was descending and the gates were being readied for closure. The Wall cast its long shadow over the Last City, a sprawling thing of low stone buildings and wooden huts. The Traveler hung in the sky, bright white and silent.

Zavala remembered when the Last City was merely a motley collection of tents and had no Wall to protect it. That they’d managed to cling on in those early days was a miracle. With the Wall to protect them and new Guardians arriving in the City almost every day they could only grow stronger. There was hard work ahead of them and there was hope, and he found himself welcoming both equally.

A pulse rifle in his hands and a stack of other weapons on a trestle table before him, Zavala watched the thin stream of Guardians returning from the Cosmodrome. Two Titans, laughing loudly with their helmets under their arms, greeted Zavala before heading for the Guardians’ Hall behind him.

He’d be out there himself tomorrow but today he had duties for Saint-14, attending to the stockpile of new weapons that the Faction scavengers had traded with them. In the last few years they’d begun venturing outside the Wall, the Guardians clearing out enclaves of Fallen while the Factions looked for supplies.

A slight figure in black armour streaked past Zavala, pulled one of the Titans round and punched him in the face. He reeled, and blood began pouring down his chin. The scavenger started screaming at both of them.

‘How could you? Do you even understand what you’ve done? We’ll never be able to replace the tech that you –’

The bigger Titan, the one who hadn’t been punched, narrowed his eyes and reached for his gun.

Zavala threw down the pulse rifle he was holding and lunged for the Guardian’s arm. He didn’t recognise this woman but she wore a Dead Orbit insignia on her chest plate. If they shot her she would stay fatally, permanently dead. There were already enough tensions between the Factions and the Guardians and the last thing the Speaker needed was a murdered scavenger.

‘Hey. Hey. That’s enough,’ he called, trying to be heard over her screaming. But she wasn’t listening to him and a crowd was gathering.

Turning to the bigger Titan he said, ‘Go and report in to Saint-14. Both of you. Now.’ The Titan with the bloodied lip needed some persuading but finally the two of them headed into the hall.

The woman tried to follow them, still shouting, but Zavala hooked an arm about her waist and pulled her back. ‘No you don’t. I want a word with you.’

She was like him, an Awoken, with knotted purple hair and dusty black armour. A bag was slung over her shoulders and inside he could see it was stuffed with Golden Age tech. Good tech. Things the City needed. There was an auto-rifle holstered on her back and a knife at her hip, though even in anger she hadn’t drawn them. She didn’t want to fight, she wanted to be heard.

‘Want to tell me what that was about?’ Over his shoulder he could sense onlookers, but ignored them.

The Awoken finally seemed to realise he was there and spoke in a tight voice, her fists clenching. ‘I spent two hours clearing all the Fallen off a Warsat and those … those knuckleheads jumped in and destroyed it. I want to fucking kill them.’

A Warsat. They were precious to Dead Orbit and their mission to get a fleet off the ground. The Guardians needed them too if they were ever to reconnect a communications network. At the moment they were living blind and that was dangerous.

‘It’s a terrible waste. But things happen in the field –’

‘They destroyed it on purpose.’

Zavala pressed his lips together. They wouldn’t have. Would they? ‘If that’s true then it’s unforgivable. I’m sorry.’

‘It is true.’

Then I’m going to need to talk to Saint-14 and Saladin about this. The chain of command between the Speaker and the Factions and Guardians was blurred with all groups feeling like they knew what was best for the City, but if Titans had screwed up then it was clear what needed to be done.

He reached for his datapad. ‘One of the Hunters came back to the City with a suspected Warsat sighting yesterday. I know it won’t make up for the time you spent on the other one, but it’s something.’

It was quite a lot, actually. They could have swapped this intel with the factions for more weapons or tech.

She examined the coordinates, her expression tight but mollified. ‘I know the place. Thank you.’

‘Be careful. That place is infested with Fallen.’

But the young woman was already striding away, her hand tight around her bag strap. ‘I can handle myself. You handle those numb-nuts.’

Zavala grimaced. Something to look forward to. If he had his way he’d send the two Titans who’d destroyed the Warsat with the scavenger to help her get the new one, but Saint-14 was wary of getting too involved with the Factions. They do their thing and we do ours, and keep our people strictly separate lest we start bleeding Guardians to their causes.

It was true that the Factions’ aims were vastly different theirs, and each others, but they had to think in terms of the next few hundred cycles. Pushing back the Fallen from the Cosmodrome, getting airborne again and protecting this City was going to take everyone’s efforts, no matter their loyalties.

He turned back to the pile of weapons and saw that the cluster of onlookers had dispersed except for an exceptionally large Titan and a Warlock in canary yellow robes. Shaxx and Lyssa the Lighthearted. Lyssa was looking at Zavala with the smallest of smiles on her lips.

Shaxx watched the scavenger disappear into a side street on the far side of the square. ‘That was a good punch she threw. Shame she’s fallen in with those scrounging bastards.’

Traveler’s light, he was getting sick of this sort of talk. ‘We need Dead Orbit. The supplies they bring in are helping the City get off the ground. We don’t have time to scavenge ourselves.’ And if the scavengers were willing to risk their one life in the Cosmodrome they deserved respect for that, at the very least.

‘Not far enough off the ground for them though, is it?’ Shaxx grunted. ‘You handled her well.’

‘I didn’t handle her. I just did what needed to be done.’ Zavala turned his attention back to the weapons. He’d finish up here and go and talk to Saint. No, he’d talk to Saladin first. His mentor always had something sensible to say. He wished the Iron Lord would lead the Titans instead of the Exo, but Saladin had said many times that he was an old wolf and didn’t have it in him. Not anymore.

‘I’m going to get something to eat if either of you need a break,’ Lyssa announced.

Zavala pushed the pile of weapons to one side, sorting through them. Only two auto rifles, and in terrible condition. Later tonight he’d strip them back and see whether he could fix them.

‘Zavala.’

There was an edge to Shaxx’s voice and he looked up. ‘What? Oh, goodbye Lyssa.’

The Sunsinger headed for the hall with a flick of her yellow robes, and Shaxx sighed. ‘You are an ass sometimes.’

Three pulse rifles. Five sidearms. ‘Am I?’

‘Lyssa. She wants to get to know you better.’

He’d heard that before. Guardians wanted to get to know him into order to grill him about his fighting techniques. Or at least that’s what it felt like. ‘She’s already bested me in the Skirmishes.’

The look of shock on the Titan’s face was comical. ‘She did? When?’

It had been about a year ago, and the Sunsinger had burned through him like he was nothing. When he finally felled her she’d leapt up again before he’d got his breath back and knocked his legs out from beneath him. Aiming an empty sidearm at his head she’d whispered ‘pew, pew,’ and he couldn’t help but grin up at her.

‘It didn’t show on the tally. She was out of bullets.’ But they knew, and ever since when she overheard him talking about the Skirmishes he thought he saw a secretive, pleased smile on her lips. But she hadn’t told anyone, so neither had he. ‘Shaxx, move. I want to get this finished.’

The larger Titan folded his arms and looked at his friend. ‘I wasn’t talking about the Skirmishes. Why is everything about fighting with you?’

‘That’s rich,’ Zavala murmured at his datapad.

Shaxx grinned. ‘I know how to have fun. And Lyssa wasn’t thinking about besting you. Not in the Skirmishes at least.’

Zavala finally looked up. ‘Then why did she …’ But the knowing grin on Shaxx’s face made him trail off. Oh, like that.

‘Bald, blue and apparently pretty thick. I don’t know why she’s interested either, but I’ve never wasted much energy trying to understand women.’ Shaxx clouted him on the shoulder and said as he walked away, ‘Go and talk to her.’

Finally distracted from the pile of weapons Zavala looked toward the hall. Was he hungry?

He could eat.

He was just putting down his datapad when Osiris appeared across the square, the Warlock’s long, thin figure upright and haughty. He walked past Zavala and entered the hall.

A cloud passed over Zavala’s good mood and he suddenly remembered why he didn’t see much of Lyssa. Everywhere she went her mentor seemed to be, crooning at her like she was a pet. Something about the man got Zavala’s hackles up and he turned back to the weapons with a frown, finding that he wasn’t hungry after all.

You made it to the end, thank you! I hope you’re enjoying it so far. Leave me a comments and let me know what you think. Huge thanks to @littleshebear for beta-ing and checking my lore.

#destiny fanfiction #destiny the game #destiny 2 #commander zavala #lord shaxx #oc: piax #oc: andara #commander zavala x female Guardian #before the fall

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fleurdelisxpotter · 7 years

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of lily evans

CHARACTER’S FULL NAME : Lily Evans. Born in the sixties, many assume Lily’s parents were flower children or hippies for the way they named their daughters. The fact of the matter is that her mother, Rose, has always loved flowers. Named for one, she developed a love of gardening at a young age and named her daughters after two of her favorite flowers. Her second daughter was named for the lily, a flower symbolizing beauty and innocence. You may also notice she has no middle name. The Evans’ never took to adding yet another given name, many women in both families simply choosing to take their maiden names as middle names once they are married.

CHARACTER’S AGE / BIRTHDAY : 18 / January 30, 1960 (In the skeleton you have her age as 19, though she won’t canonically turn 19 until January 1979. I, however, am totally cool bumping her up a year for consistency sake if that works better all round. xD)

OCCUPATION : Lily works in the Ministry of Magic as personal secretary to Alastor Moody in the Auror Department of the Magical Law Enforcement Offices. As his secretary, Lily is in charge of all the mundane runnings of Alastor’s life in the office. Her talent for organization and productivity make her well suited to the job, letting Head Auror Moody focus on the important business of running the Auror department. She makes sure paperwork is done, works as a point of contact for the press and other outside organizations. This in particular is a job she does often, as Moody’s general outlook on speaking to the press is “No.” Being a member of the Order as well as Moody’s secretary also means that it is worlds easier to hide his involvement with the organization. There are no lies that need to be told about time spent on patrols and missions that aren’t necessarily sanctioned. But working in the Ministry, as a muggleborn, is not without it’s dangers. Lily is very aware of the whispers that sometimes follow her, of the open hostility that she faces with some of those around her. There are many who believe she does not deserve a place in Ministry employ, or any where else in the magical world. It is because of these people that Lily holds onto her job with all her might. There is corruption in the Ministry and danger everywhere else, but she refuses to let that keep her from being a part of the magical community that she has come to call home.

WAND DESCRIPTION : 10¼", Willow, Unicorn Tail Hair core, swishy. Willow wood is an uncommon wood used for wands, usually choosing a witch or wizard with some insecurity they must one day overcome. This insecurity is often unwarranted, as it was in the case of Lily Evans. Being a muggleborn witch, she always felt she had something extra to prove to those born in the magical world, an insecurity that spoke to her wand. In addition, willow wands often choose owners with the greatest potential. The strength of the willow wood counteracts the minor disadvantage of its unicorn hair core. Unicorn hair creates wands that are consistent and loyal, though not always powerful. In the hands of a witch like Lily Evans, however, this side effect is never usually an issue, the power from the witch herself proving more than enough to succeed in most anything she attempts.

WHY THIS CHARACTER? : Ok so I have loved Lily for a very very long time and I feel a connection to her that I cannot deny. I feel like there are so many sides to Lily to capture. And I love exploring the sides of her that aren’t necessarily the pretty happy lovey sides. For example, her insecurity concerning her heritage, her temper, her impulsivity. I want to delve into all the parts of her that don’t normally come to mind when we think of Lily Evans. We don’t think about how scared she is of loving James. Loving someone when everyone else she’s loved - Petunia, Severus - have turned away from her. We don’t think about how everything she does has and undertone of defensiveness, trying to prove to herself that she belongs in this world and is worthy of the title witch. We think of Lily’s bravery in the face of Voldemort but what about all the times before that. When she was offered a place in his ranks and turned him down, when she actively fought those stronger and more talented than herself, when she got herself hurt because she was not content to stand by and allow them to hurt other people. I love all those parts of Lily most and can’t wait to bring them to life.

AFFILIATION : Lily joined the Order of the Phoenix without hesitation and without second thoughts. She knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that it is the only place for her. She may not have always thought that way, she wasn’t always inclined towards violence, but she has always been inclined towards action. And then Mary MacDonald was attacked. And Severus Snape called her a mudblood. And muggles were killed. And her friends got into fights with the people who thought they were better. Little things chipped away at the peaceful and quiet side of Lily until only the protective firebrand remained. And then, the summer after her graduation from Hogwarts, she was approached on her way home from the Ministry in an alley in London. She was offered something few people were offered. A place at the side of the greatest wizard of all time, a place in his inner circle, helping him achieve his goals. She wasn’t meant to say no and live to tell about it. She was to either say yes or die turning the offer down. But they had underestimated Lily’s strength, her prowess with a wand. And they had only sent one Death Eater. She joined the Order within the week, standing by James’ side, determined to have a part in ending this war.

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER FEEL ABOUT THE WAR? : Lily hates this war. She hates everything about it with every fiber of her being. And she doesn’t use that word to mean I really don’t like it. She actually hates it. She is scared of it, scared that she will lose the people she loves. Whether they’re fighting or have stayed neutral or are muggles, she has so many people to lose and each of them are a weight on her heart. It makes her sad. When she stops to think, to really think, she can’t breath for the sadness. The pain that people are feeling, the terror they live with, that fact is one she grieves.

WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER’S GREATEST AMBITION? : Lily doesn’t really feel like she has time for ambitions. So much of her life is wrapped up in the war, she doesn’t have time to think about what she wants to be or do or achieve. But then, just because one does not consciously think of it, does not mean one does not have ambitions. Right now, Lily’s greatest ambition is to see this war brought to an end. To see the Dark Lord defeated and so know that the people she loves are safe. But before the war, when Lily was just a regular teenage girl with regular hopes and dreams, her greatest ambition was to find a place where she belonged. Lily longs to feel as if she fits, as if every jagged edge and odd piece of her blends flush with the world around her. She never felt that at home, though it had never bothered her until she found out she was a witch. She’d thought she’d found that in Severus but she had been wrong. She is wary now, when she thinks she’s found that belonging, she no longer trusts it.

HEADCANONS :

1. Lily’s favorite flowers are not lilies. To be quite honest, she hates lilies. She doesn’t like the smell of them and she thinks they’re too waxy and a little bit pretentious looking. Her actual favorite flowers are daisies. Simple, without frills, and they grow everywhere. She likes them because they’re not rare. They’re common. They’re easy to find and surround yourself with.

2. Lily is a coffee drinker. She is of the opinion that few people truly like both equally. You’re a coffee drinker or a tea drinker and she has always been partial to coffee. She likes the rich nutty taste. She drinks it like tea, brewing it at a moment’s notice. It’s preferred drink while reading, working, sitting, relaxing, or anything of that sort.

3. Lily doesn’t like to fly. She can, more or less, but she doesn’t like it. And by can I mean she can manage to get from point A to point B without falling to the ground and breaking her neck. She never managed the easy grace on a broom that others have. She always feels like she is giant and awkward and that little piece of wood can’t possibly support her.

4. Lily is not a morning person. She doesn’t particularly enjoy getting out of her very warm and very comfortable bed any time before ten, but unfortunately life doesn’t usually accommodate that. Especially not when one has a boss who regularly gets to work earlier than he is scheduled. Lily isn’t properly social until she’s had at lease one cup of coffee, though this has it’s exceptions. As long as you don’t talk to her, Lily is also incredibly cuddly in the mornings.

5. Lily has always wanted a cat. Since she was a kid and was told she wasn’t allowed because Petunia was allergic, she has wanted a cat of her very own. She is constantly in the process of trying to convince James (and Sirius) to let her have one.

SHIPS / ANTI-SHIPS : I mean, chemistry and all that but - Jily man.

EXTRA INFORMATION :

PATRONUS : Lily’s ability to cast a Patronus is new. In school, the charm alluded her for a long time, it was only as her seventh year came to a close that she found herself suddenly finding the missing piece to cast the spell. The problem was, until that time, Lily didn’t possess a memory with enough untainted happiness to call on. Everything she could remember reminded her of losing Petunia and Severus, of feeling like she didn’t belong, of being scared to lose her friends. The day she cast her first Patronus, however, was the day she realized she loved James Potter. Thinking of a memory, she thought of him. She had tried it before, thinking of James, but it hadn’t worked. It had required her to love him, but more than that, to accept that she loved him, for the memory to be strong enough. The Patronus she cast took the form of a doe. But unlike some Patronus forms, this wasn’t a representation of Lily herself. It was an embodiment of the love that made the spell possible. Which she wouldn’t understand, until the day she saw that James’ patronus took the form of a stag.

BOGGART : Lily’s greatest fear is the people she loves turning their backs on her. It is no surprise this is her greatest fear, given that she’s felt the sting of it not once but twice in her young life. When faced with a Boggart, she sees Marlene, Remus, James, Sirius, and her other friends casting disgusted gazes in her direction before turning their backs to her quite literally. Upon muttering the word Riddikulus her friends turn back around, masks attached to faces to make them appear, in a word, ridiculous.

AMORTENTIA : Library books. Lily associates this smell with afternoons spent studying with Sev or Remus. Afternoons when things were easy and she could control the world around her. In books and in her studies, things made sense. There were facts and instructions and everything was, very literally, black and white.

Summer wind. Lily loves the summer. Something about it enchants her. The feeling of the hot sun on her skin, the feeling of freedom that it brings with it. Say what you will but there is something about summer that makes you feel as if anything is possible in a way you never do in winter. She couldn’t tell you why or where it comes from. But there is a feeling of invincibility attached to summer and Lily is addicted to it.

James. This smell is hard for her to describe and it elicits a feeling more than it is something she can explain. It’s the smell on his pillow or in the shirt she wears to sleep. It’s what she smells when he holds her close and her face rests against his shoulder, She breaths deeply and it is the smell she associates with a feeling of being safe. Of being home.

RANDOM STUFF :

THIS is a song that every time I hear it, I just feel - Lily.

THIS is one of my favorite Jily songs. Because as much as Lily loves James, she is terrified that this war will tear them apart. That she will die and he will be lost and broken. And some nights when she’s reeling from a mission or he comes home hurt, she wishes that they didn’t love each other. Because then they would be safe from the damage they could do to one another.

HERE is an old Lily moodboard I made on an old Lily account that you can now also stalk.

HERE is another moodboard, this one focusing on Lily and the war.

BIOGRAPHY

Lily Evans didn’t fit in with her family, even from day one. It wasn’t a bad thing, she was just different. When she was born, her head was covered with a shock of ginger hair - surprising amidst her family of brunettes. As far back as they could remember, neither of Lily’s parents could think of another family member from whom their youngest daughter could have inherited her flaming hair. They thought it a great joke, though, and from the day she was born they called Lily their little oddball.

They had no idea then how right they were. Before she was one she’d earned her nickname in spades. Between the mobile above her crib refusing to stay in the air night after night and the stuffed animals that found their way from Petunia’s room to Lily’s nursery of their own accord, the Evans could have sworn it was Lily to blame. If they didn’t know better, that is. She was still an infant, after all. How could she be stealing teddy bears when she couldn’t even walk?

From the time she was toddling around, Lily and her older sister Petunia were always together. Petunia looked at Lily like her own little doll she could have adventures with and Lily looked at her big sister with eyes wide with awe. The older girl was her role model and little Lily wanted to do everything she could do. As she grew, though, she started to take the lead more and more. Lily was a fearless child. She loved the outdoors, exploring and discovering the world around her. She’d drag her sister out to the river near their home and they would play games of princesses and knights, living out their favorite fairy tales.

Coming from a small family, the girls were one another’s best friends when they were little. The lived in a small village and it was just the way things fell into place. It wasn’t until Petunia reached school age - leaving Lily without a friend during the day - that Lily started to branch out. For a time she was happy being her own best friend, occupying herself in her favorite spot by the river. It was in these solitary afternoons that she started to discover the the - interesting - things she could do.

It happened quite by accident the first time. It was the first frost of winter and Lily - a flower child if ever there was one - was missing the flowers. She sat by a bush that in summer was covered with blooms and, for lack of a better explanation, wished one into being. It shocked the usually verbose child into silence for a good long time that first day but it soon became her favorite game. She didn’t dare show it to anyone, not even her sister, though a secret like that couldn’t be kept forever.

Being a little sister, it was one of Lily’s favorite games to make Petunia worry. When it came to teasing her, Lily’s favorite game was played on the swings. They would swing out by the river and Lily loved to frighten her sister by leaping of the swings when it was at it’s full height. She was aiming to break a record on the day in question and had been practicing jumping without hurting herself for days. She planned to take it easy with Petunia around but she lost herself in the fun and slipped off her swing higher into the air than she had intended. If she hadn’t slowed her fall using magic, she surely would have broken a bone but Petunia didn’t let this stem the flow of admonitions that greeted Lily when she hit the ground. It was only after she realized her sister was alright that Petunia realized how odd it was that the redhead had floated so gracefully to the ground.

After that, Lily was eager to show her sister everything she could do. The sister’s spent hours talking about Lily’s new found skill with Petunia asking question after question of her younger sister. Lily couldn’t help but show off a little, it had been hard for her to keep this secret for so long. She was showing Petunia what she’d taught herself to do with the flowers when another someone caught her in the act. Petunia, eyes wide with curiosity, asked Lily how she was able to do all these things and a boy neither Evans had ever met before was the one to answer, coming from behind the bushes. As if it were nothing surprising at all, he answered the question Lily had been asking for years. He told her she was a witch.

The boy’s name was Severus Snape and he lived not far from the two girls. The fact that he knew about magic and could answer the questions that had poured like water from a cliff out of Lily’s lips made him the most precious friend Lily had ever had. She didn’t know it then but meeting Severus would effectively change her life forever.

Nearly overnight, Lily and Severus became great friends. For so long, Lily had had a secret she didn’t understand and thus couldn’t fully share with anyone, not even her sister. Once she had met Severus, she wasn’t alone anymore. She hadn’t ever known how to voice it, but before she’d met him she’d feared at times that Petunia had been right. That Lily was ‘odd.’ Having a friend that shared her gifts erased that fear and Lily clung to Severus and his friendship like an anchor holding her in the world. Where she’d once followed her sister around with longing and a desire to be like her, now she spent all her free time asking questions about witches and wizards and magic.

Their shared gift wasn’t the only thing that interested the perpetually curious red head. She wanted to know everything there was to know about Severus and asked nearly as much about his life as she did about his world. Before long he was no longer a novelty to be interrogated but a friend she cared for and wanted to protect. Hours, days, weeks, were spent lying in the grass by the river talking about his parents and her sister and all the things that scared them and made them laugh. In getting to know Severus, Lily got to know herself. And in getting to know herself, Lily started to grow apart from her sister.

The closer Lily and Severus became, the more strained her relationship with Petunia grew. She tried to make room in her life for both Sev and Petunia but the two reacted like oil and water when they were around one another. It became exhausting for Lily to split her affection between her two favorite people, always defending one to the other and trying to keep peace between them. And then Lily received her letter from Hogwarts, causing her to lose her sister forever.

The final fight between Lily and Petunia happened at the river - like most of Lily’s childhood - and resulted in weeks of silence while Lily prepared for school. Lily tried to contain her excitement as she visited Diagon Alley for the first time, she practiced self control when all she wanted to do was show off her new things to her sister. Neither girl spoke more than a few syllables to one another as that last summer came to a close. When the Evans dropped Lily off at the train for her first year, Petunia refused to even say goodbye when Lily tried. Their mother watched sadly as Lily climbed aboard the scarlet train, knowing that her girls would never be what they’d used to be to one another.

Hogwarts was nothing and everything like Lily had imagined it would be. After an admittedly bumpy start on the train, meeting a handful of boys she would have been happy never to speak to again, Lily couldn’t help but be caught in the wonder of it all. She peppered Severus with questions she’d asked a million times on the ride there, wanting him to tell her everything all over again. Their run in with the two rude boys prompted a whole hour of Lily asking about the different houses. She was desperate to be in the same house as Sev but the more he talked, the more she didn’t know that she would fit into Slytherin as well as she hoped she would. A new set of nerves came over her, nerves about the sorting. Where would she end up and what if she were alone.

For the first time in her life, she had to do something truly alone when she was sorted into Gryffindor and Severus was sorted into Slytherin. The talkative young ginger made friends within her house quickly, though. By the end of the first week, she’d joined herself to the hip of Marlene McKinnon and a few other girls from her year, making a niche for herself with ease.

Keeping her promise to stay friends with Sev wasn’t as easy as making her new friends. On the surface she tried to make it look effortless. She sat with Sev in the library, working on homework and quizzing each other in endless facts. They fell in love with potions together, sharing secrets and new ideas. But while she stayed loyal to her Slytherin friend, not all her other friends understood. She stood with her head high as James Potter and his friends mocked her for her choice in mates, she tried to explain to the girls in her dorm what she saw in Sev, she defended him when housemates ranted about ‘those useless snakes.’ She told herself that he did the same for her but sometimes she wondered and sometimes she wished things were simpler.

Lily threw herself into school with a passion. She loved every moment of this new life, from her friends to her classes to the food and the holidays. Coming from a non magical family, Lily wanted to prove herself in school. Between her sister’s rejection and Sev’s stories about what it mean to be pureblooded, Lily had the idea in her head that she had to earn her place at school, that she couldn’t just take for granted his incredible chance she’d been given. She knew right off that her favorite subject would be potions. It was magic she could see and understand. Charms and transfiguration still surprised her for the first year, anything so traditionally ‘magical’ still had her pinching herself to make sure it wasn’t all a dream. But potions was like arithmetic. It was precise and predictable and she excelled at it.

It certainly helped, of course, that her best friend had the highest potions marks Hogwarts had seen in decades.

By her fourth year, Lily had caught the attention of the Potions professor and Head of Slytherin house, Horace Slughorn. It was no secret amongst the student body that Professor Slughorn played favorites. The Christmas of her fourth year she was invited to his annual Christmas party. She’d hoped Sev would be there as he excelled even beyond her in Potions but it seemed that Sev had done what he’d always done best. Stayed out of the center of attention.

In her fifth year, no one was surprised when Lily was named a prefect for Gryffindor house along with Remus Lupin. Lily had always gotten along well with Remus, despite what she considered his poor choice in friends, and they made a good pair as far as prefects went. They balanced each other well. Something she couldn’t say about the rest of his friends.

Lily hadn’t learned to get along with James Potter or Sirius Black in the five years they’d been in school together. She still thought them arrogant and entitled and insufferable. When James decided she was his next target in a line of skirts to be chased, she couldn’t have been more unimpressed. Her fifth year was full of constant ups and downs. Between turning James down no less than once every two weeks and saying yes to the other boys who’d started to notice she existed, Lily had her fair share of romantic practice. Nothing serious and nothing long term but she perfected the art of flirting and found that she did quite enjoy the feeling of being someone’s girlfriend.

As her friendship with her housemates, Remus in particular, grew stronger, time took it’s toll on her relationship with Severus. With each passing year, it grew harder for her to defend him and easier for her to give in to the idea that maybe everyone else was right about him after all. Each of them had their own group of friends and while her friends didn’t approve of Sev, his friends downright frightened Lily. They were all of them bullies to make even James Potter look like a choir boy. James and his friends were prats to be sure, but even Lily knew that none of them meant any real harm. Not like Sev’s friends.

Hardly a week went by in their fifth year that Lily and Sev didn’t get into a fight. Every time she had to break up a fight his friends had started and take points from Slytherin, she made a point to let Severus know. She knew she was being a nag and she knew it wasn’t her place but Severus was her best friend. Even then she continued to think of him that way. And she’d be damned if she let him lose himself to such awful people without having a say in the matter.

Despite her best efforts, though, fifth year felt like things were unraveling in her hands and she couldn’t hold tight enough to save them. Sev grew farther and farther away from her, more sullen each time she saw him. He grew snippy with her and she caught herself wondering what she’d done to make him mad. And then, in the spring of that year, things came tumbling down on top of one another for the final time.

She’d heard the word Mudblood before. She’d even been called it before. But never by Severus. Hearing those words out of his mouth felt the way she imagined it would feel to be punched in the stomach. The last time Lily had felt so utterly defeated was when Petunia had refused to hug her goodbye at age eleven. One best friend gone then and now - five years later - another decided she wasn’t enough to hold onto.

That summer, Lily spent as much time as possible at Marlene’s home, avoiding Petunia and avoiding Severus, building up the wall that would keep make it hard for Lily to let anyone not already close to her heart get anywhere near it. The change was most apparent to Marlene but it would take more than late nights spend over fudge brownies to convince the redhead that it wasn’t her fault she’d lost Severus or Petunia.

One’s seventh year at Hogwarts was supposed to be a time for excitement and planning for the future, but in Lily’s seventh year a storm was brewing on the horizon. You-know-who was gaining power faster than anyone wanted to admit and it seemed as though war were inevitable. But at Hogwarts, a sort of protective bubble was cast over the students within it’s walls. There they continued to laugh and learn and - in Lily’s case - love.

Lily couldn’t pinpoint for you, if you asked, when things had changed with James. When she had gone from finding him annoying and obnoxious, to finding him oddly charming. When watching him chase other girls had gone from disgusting to something she was jealous of. She didn’t know how or when, she only knew it had. By her seventh year, Lily knew she wanted to give James a chance. It would take another few months (complete with Christmas holiday spent with her sister and future brother in law featuring a disastrous dick measuring contest between her boyfriend and the prickly muggle) for Lily to know she wanted James in her life forever. For Lily to realize she loved James back. Then, of course, she had to tell him. But by the end of her seventh year, it was common knowledge that no one ever loved a boy like Lily Evans loved James Potter.

Lily never felt like she lived in two worlds, not until after graduating from Hogwarts in June of 1978. For the first eighteen years of her life, she had had one life. Her parents knew everything about her life at school and for the most part, the people at school knew about her life at home. But as the conflict with You-know-who turned into an actual war, Lily started to separate her lives. Her parents and sister weren’t a part of that fight. She couldn’t bring herself to burden them with the idea that she was using her magical education to fight in a war. To go out in the line of hexes and curses and come home with cuts and scrapes and broken bones. So when James asked if she wanted to move in with him after graduation, it was all she could do to not say yes so fast she’d scare even him away.

Sometimes she joked that she felt like a secret agent or a superhero with a secret identity. Her father just thought she was living with her boyfriend, being an irresponsible nineteen year old with a rubbish job and too many parties when in reality she was doing the most important work of her life. She got two jobs in the summer after graduation, she became secretary to Alastor Moody, head of the Auror Department, and she joined the Order of the Phoenix, dedicating everything she had to a cause that became personal with each passing day.

PARA SAMPLE

The cobblestones were moving. She knew it was impossible that the cobblestones were moving but they were. She was in a muggle village, there was no way a witch or wizard would be making the cobblestones move and yet, as she stood upon them, they shifted her off balance. No one could tell her that the cobblestones weren’t moving.

Hands gripped her shoulders, hands she hadn’t seen coming. Not that that was surprising. Her gaze was riveted to the amazing moving cobblestones and she hadn’t seen the familiar wizard approaching, having received an unexpected owl from one Lily Evans asking him to meet her near her home and to please not tell James. The sudden movement startled her and her head snapped up to see the face attached to the hands. “Sirius!” An impossibly wide smile crossed her lips as she recognized him.

“Evans,” he said after a pause, an amused smirk on his lips and one eyebrow raised questioningly at the thoroughly intoxicated redhead standing in front of him. “Everything alright?”

“Everything is brilliant,” she assured, not swaying a bit as the pavement beneath her feet suffered another moment of instability, thanks to his hands. “Just came from dinner with my sister. Well, with my parents and my sister. My sister didn’t actually want me there at all but Mum invited me. She’s engaged you know.” As she began to ramble, alcohol fueling her speech until it sped up at least twice her normal speed, she pulled herself from his hold and made her way to the low wall lining the small road they stood on.

“My sister I mean. Not my mum. Because that would be ridiculous.” She giggled absently at the idea before continuing. “She announced it tonight. She brought him over to meet mum and dad. He’s a great huge thing, all pink and blonde he looks like a pig. A pig in a suit!” A laugh interrupted her speech and she found herself leaning against the wall, grateful for it’s stability.

“We toasted the couple and we toasted marriage and love and then I just kept toasting. Do you know, I never really liked champagne but it’s really growing on me.” Hand gliding over the rough stones of the wall, Lily began to meander along it’s length. She didn’t look back to see if Sirius was following, sure that he would and not particularly worried if he didn’t. “But the night, it was just dead boring. All talk of work and cars and wedding plans and my sister looking at me out of the side of her eyes like she was waiting for me to sprout a tail and fly away cackling, scaring her precious Vernon off into the night.” Disdain laced her last few sentences.

“So I thought, since I was feeling too brilliant to end the night, that I needed to see someone who knew how to have fun and who knows how to have fun better than you?” She spun to point at him as she said the word you and tripped over her own feet, stumbling until he steadied her. “You really must get this floor fixed, it’s a hazard,” she said through laughs she barely tried to control anymore. “It really was a waste of a good night,” she went on. “Wasted with my sister. You know, i actually thought she wanted me there tonight. That’s what my mum told me. But when I got there her eyes got all wide and she went paler than normal which is impressive since she might as well have skin the same color as snow and I knew mum had made it up.” It was harder for her now to keep her words light and filled with laughter. They became drawn and tired and then she was quiet. She pulled away from the hands that had steadied her, wandering again but this time without the manic energy.

“She looks at me like I’m some kind of freak. Like any minute I’m going to do something terrifying and embarrassing. My own sister. Can you imagine?” And she remembered, he could. It came back to her then, why she’d owled Sirius instead of Marlene or Remus. This companion. Because no one understood like Sirius what it meant to have your family turn their back on you. She turned to him again, this time slow enough not to lose her balance, and he could see the tears that had formed in her eyes.

“What am I supposed to do?”

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