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bloofinntoona · 1 year

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These things I promise you: (one)

Word Count: 2 k

Themes: ominis gaunt x f! beauxbatons reader x sebastian sallow, slow burn, arranged marriage, eventual infidelity

Summary: (part I) by the age of ten, you were betrothed to ominis gaunt. every summer, your parents forced you to spend summers with the gaunts. in an unlikely unfortunate event, you get to know your betrothed better.

Pureblood. The word still left a bitter taste in your mouth no matter how many times you heard it. Your sweaty hand held onto your maman's tightly. The frills and lace adorning your dress rubbed against your skin - eliciting and itchy feeling that you couldn’t scratch unless you wanted a good scolding from your parents. Your maman was wearing an elegant black dress, her corset perfectly accentuated her slim waist. The woman never failed to look exquisite, especially during the annual Pureblood families gathering - the upper echelons of the Wizarding World. The ball happened once a year at the end of summer, exclusively for wizards and witches whose blood runs purely from magical family. Whoever had a trace of muggle blood would be promptly exiled from the community - and even few faced death for it.

Your fingers twiddling with the hem of your skirt, eyes fixed on the boy in front of you. Your gaze lingered on his milky blue eyes. You had never met a blind person before, and all you could think about was how beautiful his eyes were. Ominis Gaunt. The name echoed in your head. Your parents wouldn’t shut up about the Gaunts on the way to the ball - talking highly about the particular Pureblood family, especially knowing that they were direct descendants from Salazar Slytherin, and a part of the sacred twenty-eight. The woman in front of you, who introduced herself as the blond boy’s mother, hailing the Gaunt’s name proudly. She had a tight grip on the boy’s arm, and you winced your face imagining how hurtful it was.

“We are so very honored to have this union with the Archambeau family.” said the woman, snapping you back to reality.

“Likewise,” your maman smiled politely, “Y/N is very thrilled to be engaged to Ominis.”

Your eyes widened at the statement, the urge to break free from your maman’s grasp was too tempting. They had never told you about this plan before, let alone ask your opinion about this. You were merely ten years old, and you were already set to marry a stranger that you had never met before. Ominis stood still as well, his face scrunched up, most likely feeling the same way as you do.

“Praise be to Slytherin!” the woman exclaimed, “Though I suppose their marital union should be done after they both finish their studies. After all, our dear Ominis will enroll at Hogwarts next year.” hissed the woman in parseltongue. Your ability in deciphering and speaking the language was still elementary, as you could just catch the word “after” and “study”, yet you get the gist that you will be truly married to Ominis once you finish school.

“I agree, our Y/N will be starting her studies at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic next year as well.” you mother hissed back.

“Ominis,” the woman dragged the boy closer to you, grabbing his hand a little too hard, and held it in front of you, “say hello to your darling fiancée.”

“Bonsoir, Ominis.” You did a quick curtesy before shaking his hand. The poor boy was trembling slightly, his hand was sweaty and cold.

The rest of the ball was a complete blur for you. There were dances here and there, crude gossips about Pureblood families who started to ally themselves with Mudbloods, and hearty dinner that you couldn’t enjoy as your stomach flipped from the sudden news of your engagement. You stayed silent on the carriage back to your home, gazing at the clear night sky from the carriage window. Suddenly, warm hands enveloped your tiny ones, “Mon petit coeur,” your mom smiled softly, “You should be happy. The Gaunts have the purest magic blood in England.”

You sighed a little to loudly as your father glared at you, prompting you to look down, “But,” you gulped, “I don’t know him at all… How am I supposed to fall in love and marry him?”

Your papa erupted in laughter, “Love? This is about the union of two powerful pureblood family. Feelings don’t matter.” His expression turned serious as he glared at you, “This is for your own good, ma chérie, our own good, so you better behave.”

Tears threatened to fall down on your cheeks as you bit your lips hard enough that you tasted iron. Your maman stroked the back of your hands gently, “We shall spend our summers with the Gaunts starting from next year... I think it will help you get to know Ominis better.”

A heavy sigh escaped your lips, the ride home continued silently after. You leaned back, resting your head against the plush cushion in the carriage, closing your eyes as your thoughts jumbled together in your mind.

The next summer, your parents fulfilled their promise to visit the Gaunt’s manor. The place was too gaudy to your liking, a tad comical seeing the old gothic building, too fitting with the name Gaunt. Tall trees and unkempt plants decorating the front of the manor. Your frown deepened. It was harrowing enough that you had to spend the entire summer at an unfamiliar place, being forced to get to know your future fiancé, but seeing the state of the manor just worsen your mood. You stepped inside the manor, wooden floor creaking underneath your shoes. As dust filled your lungs, you let out a series of coughs. Your mind started to wonder, perhaps your parents secretly hated you, subjecting you to live in such terrible condition for the rest of your lives.

Your parents, as well as Ominis’, had been urging the two children to get to know each other, but it only resulted in awkward stare-downs. A week passed by, both you and Ominis had not yet spoken a word to each other. As an act of desperation, your families decided that it was a good idea to lock the two alone together in the living room, forcing the two to interact with each other.

“Ominis, would you like to play?” you sighed, finally approaching your supposed fiancé. Half an hour passed by and you were bored to death - trying to talk to the boy was a thousand times better than talking to the silent moving paintings on the wall.

Ominis shook his head. You let out another exasperated sigh, imagining your bleak marriage days in the future. The boy held onto his wand tightly, a soft red glow emitting from the tip.

“Can you see,” you gently touched the stick, “with that?”

“Not really,” Ominis whispered, startling you. That was the first time you actually heard him speak. His voice was very gentle, almost like a squeak.

“So what do you do with it?”

The blond boy shrugged, “It helps me feel… things around me-” Before he could finish his sentence, a blood-curling scream echoed throughout the mansion. You swore your heart was about to burst from your chest, and you stood still, utterly shocked. The sound of small, hurried footsteps startled you again, as you saw Ominis quickly hid underneath a table. The poor boy hugged his knees tightly, tucking in his head. You walked closer, starting to notice that Ominis was trembling, his wand was discarded on the floor. You picked up the wand, slowly sitting down next to him. Your hand rested carefully on his back.

“Don’t cry,” you whispered, “We are safe here. Our parents will protect us.”

“You don’t understand!” Ominis sobbed, tears ran down his cheeks, voice shaking, “They are doing it again… doing bad things to muggles.”

“Ma chérie,” you sat on your papa’s lap, gaze lingered on an open book that he was reading, “Do you know that there are good magic and bad magic?”

“Bad magic?”

“Magic that can… hurt people, and even put them to sleep forever.”

You stayed silent as your papa continued, “But these magic are powerful. And they will keep you safe from harm. You will need to learn it in the future. It is our duty as Purebloods to pass down this precious knowledge.”

“Does maman know about bad magic too?”

“Yes, of course.”

Another scream startled the two children again, louder this time, sending shivers down your spine. Everything clicked in your head. The adults were casting dark magic to muggles. A little part of your heart sank - you didn’t know that your parents were even capable to do such things. Your mind raced, your hand instinctively found Ominis’. Surprisingly, he reciprocated your action. The two stayed that way until the series of screams stopped.

“Can you do it too, Ominis?” you broke the silence, “Bad magic?”

Ominis shook his head, his eyes were puffy, and snot running down from his nose, “My parents and siblings made me do it,” he sniffled, head hanging low, “I could not do it at all. Then they did it to me… It hurts… so much.” The boy started to sob again.

You gently laid your hand on his hair, stroking the soft strands gently - just like how your maman calmed you down after being scolded by your papa. “I’m sorry…” you muttered under your breath.

For what seemed like hours, you sat down under the table with Ominis, hands still intertwined. The tension of the situation took a toll on the children physically as you both fell asleep, Ominis’ head leaned comfortably against yours. In a half-concious state, you felt your body being lifted up by your papa as you drifted into a deep slumber.

The shared trauma that you shared with Ominis was like a key that opened parts of his heart to you, little by little. Starting from short games of hide-and-seek, which Ominis was particularly good at since his senses were heightened by his wand, to secret meetups in the attic by the end of the summer.

You crawled through a small opening in the Gaunt manor’s dusty attic, following Ominis who deftly dodged obstacles - most likely remembered the place at the back of his mind. “This is my secret hiding place,” the boy flashed a smile, something you get to see more often. “Aunt Noctua showed me how to get here. She said it was her secret spot when she was just a kid like us.”

In a secluded corner, you saw books, stuffed animals, and muggle toys sprawled around the floor. You couldn’t contain your excitement as you quickly grabbed onto the assortment of toys, your papa hated muggles so much that you were “protected” from the so-called dirty muggle things. You felt a nudge on your arm and saw Ominis holding out a book with the title ‘Alice in Wonderland’ gilded on the cover. “Aunt Noctua gave this to me on my birthday,” he said with a chirpy tone, “Secretly, of course.”

“What is it about?” you mused, taking the book and flipping through the pages. “My parents would never let me read such things.”

“It’s about a girl who fell into a rabbit hole and traveled into a weird place,” he smiled, “I haven’t finished it though. Aunt Noctua is too busy to read it to me these days.”

“Shall I read it for you?” you held onto his hand, carefully helping him sit down across from you.

His milky blue eyes glimmered, “Really?” Ominis flashed the biggest smile you’ve ever seen ever since you met the boy.

“Of course!” you grinned, proceeding to read the passages to Ominis. You couldn’t help but occasionally peek out to gaze at the boy, who kept his joyful smile throughout. At that point, a thought flashed in your head, a promise that you kept dear in your heart ever since - a promise to keep that smile on his face.

The summer ended with the annual ball. As much as you hated the smug grins on the adults’ faces, thinking their plan of getting you and Ominis to know each other worked, you didn’t mind the newfound friendship you had with the boy. At least you didn’t have to be dragged around the ballroom by your maman, sitting down in the empty garden with Ominis was a far better way to wait for the event to finish.

“Are you nervous about going to school this year?” Ominis asked, his hands twiddling a stick that he picked up from the ground.

“A little,” you resorted to picking small flowers that littered the garden, gathering them into a small bouquet, “But my maman said I will live in a beautiful castle. I saw the uniform, it is quite pretty.”

“I bet it is.”

Your felt heat rushed to your cheeks, as a loud thump echoed in your chest. The night air felt particularly warm, gently flowing through your frilled skirt. You approached your fiancé, carefully putting the messy bouquet of flower on his hand. Ominis took the bouquet, bringing the flowers close to his face, inhaling the floral scent of freshly picked wild flowers. You swore his face reddened as his lips formed to a soft, genuine smile.

“I think you will be alright, Ominis.” you smiled widely, “I think you will meet lots of new friends.”

“I hope so.”

#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x f!reader #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt fanfic #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hl

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letters-from-dekarios · 2 months

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{ After he was met with his affliction, Gale withdrew himself into his tower for a year. With only Tara for company, and bless her - she tried her best, the wizard drowned in guilt and shame. After the first few weeks, the incessant sending spells died down, after some months, colleagues stopped coming by, safe for only a few friends and his mother. Around that time he stopped checking for mail too. It didn't matter anymore.

Safe to say, Gale was unprepared when the sky suddenly darkened and before he could react, he was plucked right from the ground and taken by the nautilod. But his unexpected adventure served to be quite enlightening and he returned to Waterdeep as a happier and healthier man. He comes back to his home to find his mailbox absolutely flooded. He's got some mucking out to do.

Beneath all the letters of concerned, confused and even some angered colleagues and acquaintances, as well as archmage business, he finds a rather surprising set of letters penned by an old friend from his time at the Blackstaff Academy : Theofiel Rivershade.

A timid but sociable half-elf. The two of them lived parallel to each other in the first few years there, same friends and mentors but somehow never crossing paths. Until they began nursing a quiant friendship after Gale needed help in hunting down a set of very rare and old books by an author that was as sound of mind as he was known : barely.

But after a while of idle comradery, Theofiel, who was quite studious and hardworking, a trait Gale admired as he was more of the sleep-in-class-but-ace-the-test kind of guy, became.. unmotivated and sluggish. And as he attended the Academy less and less until completely dropping out, Gale never truly knew what had become of his formerly bright and curious friend apart from rumors that he had fallen on quite hard times with his health.

And now, four letters lay before the wizard on the coffee table. He brewed himself some tea in the meantime as he opens the first letter. The date was about five months after he'd secluded himself from the world. The second letter was sent eight months in. The thrid was nine months and the last just recently, about a few weeks ago when he was still in the midst of his quest to safe Faerun.}

⚝─⭒⭑⭒─⚝

1st letter : Warm greetings, Gale Dekarios

Or Gale of Waterdeep, if you prefer it. It's a quite imposing and deserved title, after all.

I know you haven't heard of me in a long time, and I hope you'll forgive me for it. But I have heard of you in the meantime. And while what I usually hear fills me with a content warmth in my chest, it has recently begun to feel colder and tense.

I do wish you well with what has been ailing you. You should know that I'll always be an open ear, like in good old times.

~ Best of wishes, Theofiel Rivershade

2nd letter : Greetings Gale Dekarios,

I know my concern might be of little comfort or significance to you, I admit it's been a while and in our brief friendship I don't think we ever talked about the plights that weighed on our souls. I know I never did. Perhaps I should have, and then we could have ended up more closely acquainted and I would have come to visit instead of sending letters.

But alas, I can't help being concerned, I always am. And if I learned one thing back then, it's that it's always worth trying. So I hope you're taking care of yourself, Gale. I hope you have someone with you.

~ Be well, Theofiel Rivershade

3rd letter : judging by the slightly skewed writing and the spelling mistakes, it must've been written either in the late hours of the night, while drunk, or both.

Greatings Gale Dekraiu

Theres an very uneasy feeling that has been playging me for a while now because the longer yur silence stretchs, the harder it bites down in me somewere. Like a fly trap but more big. I don't know what is hapening to you but I keep thinking about how similar it is to when I dropped out of the Acadeny. They say it's like you steppd into the shadows, or you are just drowning yourselv in research. But I have a bad feeling, I don't know. When I shut away it was because I was tired. Everyting was exsohsting. I felt a fire in me dying out. I felt like I was rotting slowly away and something eating me from inside. So I hid away to rot in peace. I was ashamed. But you were never exhasting to me, you know? It was easy with yu. But learning wasn't. I'm sorry. I'm not asking you to reply, it's still not my plase to do so. This is my last letter, I don't want to bofher you anymore. I hope you are okey.

At the bottom of the page was a sentence scribbled out, but he could still make out the words : "You've always been someone special to me, even after all these years."

~ Theo

4th letter : Warm greetings, Gale Dekarios

You've always been a common topic in my circles but now you're a topic everywhere it seems. I can't express to you how relieved I was when I heard you reappeared, be it quite far from here, and that you were with company. Fighting for the greater good.

I assume you are doing better. I hope so.

I apologize for my previous letters. There's nothing I can really say for myself except that I have a bad case of 'being a worrywart'. You may discard them if you so please. I think that's for the best.

I'm wishing you lots of luck for your quest and with yourself. All of Waterdeep has faith in you. Me as well. Keep your new friends close, they'll be good for you.

All I want is for you to be okay, happy if I dare say so. This letter is actually my last, I promise.

~ Sincerely, Theo Rivershade

⚝─⭒⭑⭒─⚝

( I'm so glad this blog exists. I've been very nervous about writing here but finally got over myself xD

I imagine the relationship between Gale and Theofiel never got explicitly romantic, but they did have moments that sometimes felt like it would become more, but neither of them acted on it. They got along, but never deeply knew each other but it still felt weird to go from a pleasant friendship to complete silence from Theo's side. But it happens.

I hope this wasn't too long though, I'm sorry °~°)

Dearest Theo,

I apologize for not writing you sooner. Time has gotten the best of my mind, even now but more upon the initial sending of your letters. As I sort through the piles of untouched words from friends much like you, it is only then I see how much I truly missed out on. As you may have deduced, I spent little time outside my tower for some time. I will admit to my isolation, but there is far more to it than that simple word.

Regardless, I’d like to address everything in each letter you sent me. As busy as my mind is, I cannot shake the feeling of losing out on something by not taking it all in. You must know how I recognize every letter you planted into these pages, or I fear my mind may give out.

It’s common knowledge that yes, again, I had isolated myself for a while. A year, to be exact. Given your standing as a friend, I’ll be honest in also admitting that I was not doing well. I’m not quite sure how far the grapevine went, but I was shunned by Mystra for… well, I’m not sure where I stand with her now despite it all, but it was a while. A long while. I was selfish and stupid, qualities I am not proud of holstering at that time. But, alas, young minds and a desire for greatness are not always the best combination. Thankfully, though I was not taking the greatest care of myself, I had my Tressym, Tara. You may remember her, do you? I’m sure if I mentioned your name she would have plenty to say.

Worry naught! After a year of sulking and withering away, Tara found the solution to my needs. And, now, those needs are gone. Replaced with ones that are much more fulfilling to the soul, I can happily say I am an entirely new man! As you also may have heard, being infected with tadpoles and nearly transforming into a Mindflayer does change a person.

Theo, dear Theo… I’m not sure where to begin with your third letter. Your drunken worry brings a feeling to the heart I cannot begin to name. While I try to keep this letter more lighthearted, I cannot help but feel akin to what you described. Just the same, I locked myself away with the intent to… pass away, silently. I’m not sure why. I had everything, yet nothing at all- isn’t that odd? I often reminisced on my relationships with people of my past, you included. I knew that if I just asked, you’d extend your hand to help. Shit, you wrote to me all that time. I feel a fool for not replying sooner- for not easing your concern sooner. Now I ramble here, hoping for an answer to the questions I had back then. I don’t wish to put this on you, as aforementioned I’d like to keep it light.

But, Theo, you were special to me, too. I believe you still are.

I can reassure you now, though. I am doing significantly better than I had been. Please, do not apologize for your former concern. You had every right. It is I who should be apologizing for leaving you to worry in silence. I promise to do as you ask, it’s certainly part of my plan for the future.

I’m not sure where you consider me, after all this time of silence, but I hope I can still be considered a friend. I still think of you as one, truly.

Perhaps we can meet sometime to reminisce over the past and catch up on what we’ve each missed. I’d enjoy that. Though, the trip to Waterdeep is a long one. Perhaps our correspondence can make up that time for now.

Tell me, Theo, how are you? Are you taking care of yourself? I hope you are. How are your studies nowadays? I never had the heart to ask how you were after you left, for fear of rubbing my success in your face. I hope you don’t hate me for that.

I’d hate to kill the pigeon who carries this letter from the weight of my words, so I shall end it here.

Thank you, for all of it. It calms my mind to know that I am surrounded by those who care. I used to believe I didn’t have anyone, but that just isn’t true.

Your friend,

𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔

text reads: gale dekarios

oh my god I absolutely loved this!!! I literally squealed reading this for the first time. This is so so cute! never ever apologize for writing long, this makes me so happy. I’m still kicking my feet as I write my little a.n cause this is just so [ chefs kiss ] ~ kore

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silentmagi · 9 months

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Rising Star

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Story time, let’s see what won the vote.

1 Drops of Starlight

While Star debated the choices and prepared her note taking materials, she weighed all the options. The light strumming of he lute as Luna warmed up was somewhat soothing, and as much as she wanted to know it all, she was only allowed one right now.

Well it’s only natural to pick the first one and go down the list from there, right? Besides, she had a bit of the narcissism that all wizards have. She wanted to hear about the stars.

“Drops of Starlight, please,” her voice betrayed her before she could reconsider her choice, earning a small laugh from Luna. finding her voice failing her, the wizard dipped her head and tried to hide the reddening of her cheeks.

If Luna noticed, she didn’t say anything, leaning back against the trunk of a tree and tipping her head back. “A personal favorite of mine, told to me long ago by my master.”

“It has its beginnings long ago, before the kingdoms were founded and villages were independent and free. Upon a moonless night, where the stars filled the sky like leaves on a tree. Two lovers met as lovers are wont to do, upon the banks of a lake.

“The moonless night would hide their secret tryst, from prying eyes, while the stars lent them their blessing and guidance. They had to hide their love, for their parents were bitterly opposed to their relationship. Some perceived slight had torn these two childhood friends apart. Yet years later they were brought back by chance meeting at a village dance.

“Young Lucinda had recognized Alice instantly, and was happy to see her, despite their families. Alice had been hesitant, but Lucinda slowly wore her down. So they met in secret, and their hearts intertwined as one.

“Tonight they had decided to run into the dark, to be free to be together, instead of the loveless marriages their families had planned.

“While they met, they did not notice that Lucinda’s brothers had followed her, and when they found Alice there, they were ready to start the quarrel anew, until the stars began shifting in the heavens. The streaks of light, the falling stars were filling the night sky, and one landed into the lake they met at. When they managed to gain their senses again, Lucinda and Alice were floating, and surrounded by swirling stars of their own.

“They were the first magicians, and their love was blessed by the stars before the witnesses. Their lessons of how to use their new powers for all lead to the first academies of magic,” Luna finished the gentle melody with a final note that drifted off into the winds, just as the stars twinkled high above the pair sitting around the fire. “But that is a story, and who knows the truth of it…”

Star smiled as she gave a polite clap, setting down the notes she’d taken. “That’s a wonderful story, and… I wonder…”

“Wonder what darling?” Luna asked as she placed the lute down in her case.

“Well the first headmaster of the academy was a Lucinda, so there is a possible kernel of truth, isn’t there?”

The smile that curled the bard’s lips almost lit up the campsite in an instant. “Always a curious trick, we’ll have to learn more eventually. Perhaps it is time for bards and wizards to unite our knowledge.”

“I’m not high enough in the school to promise anything, but yes… perhaps so.”

“We should sleep, especially if we want to head out in the morning,” Luna commented as she pulled her cloak around her, and settled in against the trunk. “Would you like to take first watch, or last?”

#Story #My Writing #Rising Star #My Polls #Star #World Building #Please Participate #Star Main

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lancelought · 7 months

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Angraxaethe Sevsarstra, also known by her nickname Angy, is a Nova-turned-Protege I play in a game of Masks:A New Generation, a ttrpg about teenage superheroes.

Angy is a dragon from Avalon, a dimension of myth and legend and the source of many arthurian knights and wizards that became superheroes in the setting. Dragons are not well loved, and Angy herself was the only remaining egg from the hoard of the ancient avalonian Queen of Dragons, a terrifying beast the size of a mountain range that famously took hundreds of knights to defeat decades ago. In the aftermath of this campaign, all of her eggs were destroyed - except one, which was saved through the interference of one Archwizard Misaurystes of Anfwynn Tor, the headmaster of Avalon's best-known magic academy. She was allowed to keep the egg to raise herself under one condition:

Once hatched, the dragon would be shackled, in magical manacles, bound in humanoid form until such a time the magic deemed her no longer a danger to the people of Camelot.

So Angy grew up, with her adoptive mother and sister (Morgan le Fay), knowing she wads a dragon but not what she really looked like, not what that meant, nothing except that dragons were dangerous and so was she. The only stories she knew of dragons were from books on their terrors and their defeat - all except for a scant few stories of good dragons, the white ones and the sky blue, who appeared on scant few occasions to help the kingdom.

She knew she was not one of those, so she decided to be the other kind, and overcompensate.

Angy is kind of a bitch. She doesn't know how not to be, because it's what she thinks she is supposed to be. She is mean and vindictive and openly desires to be a tyrant. Of course, she never directly hurts anyone, tends to think of excuses to go out of her way to help or defend people, and when given a pocket dimension full of humans with no choice but to follow her spends most of her time making sure they are fed and happy... but that's not important, she's totally evil.

Without the use of her draconic form, Angraxaethe spent her childhood learning to channel her innate dragon magic into wizardry, and she is an accomplished wizard with specializations in defensive magic and dimensional magic, and a natural talent for burning things.

With the help of her girlfriend Mistilteinn (Misty), a personification of the mistletoe from norse myth (superhero settings are WILD), she eventually managed to break free from her shackles, and she is now capable of becoming her dragon self. Still, she spends most of her time walking around the city in humanoid form.

It's just more convenient, and has nothing to do with the fact that she can hold her girlfriend's hand, and look people in the eye.

#dnd character #reference page #angraxaethe sevsarstra #my art

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dewitty1 · 7 months

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It’s three months after the war. Harry has already mucked up all his plans. Draco is no longer the prince of Slytherin house. And they sure as hell didn’t both mean to go back to Hogwarts at the same time. Cue snarking, long conversations…and unexpected snogging. This is the story of how Harry and Draco put their past aside. And then it’s the story of how they finally learn to listen to it. Rec Post

Eager for the Sky by oknowkiss @oknowkiss

It was announced, just as the Triwizard Tournament had been, at the start of term feast. A year-long, international Quidditch varsity match — the inaugural Wizarding Academy Cup. In which Harry is Hogwarts’ star Seeker, Draco is on the bench, and they both have a thing or two to learn about playing for the same team. Rec Post

Once Upon a (Wet) Dream by InnerLilith

Once a year, Harry has a very strange dream. Meanwhile, in real life, he’s falling for Draco Malfoy. Rec Post

The Faeries, the Prince, and the Cupboard by makeitp1nk @makeitp1nk

In 1967, Roy Disney made a deal with a rare species of fae to build his brother Walt’s dream on their land. Forty-seven years later, that deal will change the lives of two wizarding families forever. A story about stories, family, dreams, and love. Rec Post

The Wonder of You by Ladderofyears @ladderofyears

A Family Man AU. In the year 2000, Harry left Draco behind in London, intent on America and Quidditch fame and never looked back. Thirteen years later, Harry gets the opportunity to see what his life could have been like, had his life unravelled in a different way. Nothing in Harry’s world is the same, but Harry soon comes to realise that fatherhood, marriage and the biggest, laziest Crup in Hogsmeade add to up a life he enjoys more than he could ever have imagined. Rec Post

Here are a few more fics I've read recently that y'all might like to check out as well!(ノﾟ∀ﾟ)ノ━☆ﾟ･*:.｡. .｡.:*･.*･｡ﾟ*:・ﾟ✧

To have a Home by Aulophobia

Not quite a decade after the war, Draco Malfoy was happy with his quiet little Muggle life in Oxford. He had a small group of friends from the university he’d attended, and colleagues from the law firm where he worked as a solicitor. He played folk music on his violin around the city. And he volunteered to provide legal services getting mostly idiot teenagers out of trouble with the law. His life was full. He had no contact with the magical world, and all was the way he liked it. And the feeling of emptiness in his chest, the feeling some part of him was missing, was at least better than the alternative. Or at least it was until the last few months when he kept getting called down to the police station to get Harry Potter out of trouble. Indecent exposure and possession was one thing, but the latest charge was for murder. OR Harry and Draco find each other again after the war in Oxford, a completely non-magical city. Together they solve the mystery of the city which hates all wizards but them.

[ART] Harry Potter Gets a Job (A 106-Page Comic) by dustmouth

Harry returns home from Romania to find Arthur Weasley has a new apprentice, and there's an extra place set for dinner.

Here's The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout @6balls

Harry thinks "Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?" is a much simpler question than, "Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don't, what will you do?"

Tapestry by Kbrick @kbrick

In 2017, Harry is on his way to Pansy and Luna's beach house. He’s a bit terrified of seeing Draco, to be honest. It’s been a while, and then there’s the little matter of Draco having married someone else in the interim. In 2001, Draco is drunk, wearing Pansy's mother's ermine coat, and afraid to walk into the Leaky because someone might throw a curse at him. So, of course, he runs into his ex-nemesis and hopeless crush, Harry Potter. This is a love story that isn't perfect, about two people whose timing is never quite right, and all the moments that come together to make something extraordinarily beautiful anyway.

Sense of Doubt by FibromyalGIA

Normalcy is driving Harry insane, and just when he thinks it can't get any worse, he's invited to Draco Malfoy's hearing as a witness. Drama ensues.

Canary Creams and New Yellow Paint by dothechachaslide

It’s not Draco’s fault that Potter is seeing things and Scorpius’s campaign to be the Ministry’s Creature Liaison is struggling, it’s not. Draco didn’t ask for Potter to walk into his Ocularistry Clinic in Northern Ireland fifteen years after they last saw each other, demanding to know why the Spectroculars Draco invented malfunctioned while Potter was painting and cost him an eye. Scorpius hadn’t asked for any of that either, though, so when Potter and the rest of Draco’s patients start to see mysterious symbols through their prosthetic eyes, and the resulting blow to Draco’s public reputation drags Scorpius’s campaign through the mud, Draco is determined to fix it. If that means trudging through a boggy moor in search of a fictional species Luna thinks is causing their problems, Draco will just have to pluck up the courage, march in with a team of Gryffindors, and be ready to battle any beast they meet. Even if that beast looks less like the large, bipedal talking toads they find and more like the Ministry of Magic as a whole.

( •ॢ◡-ॢ)-♡ I hope you enjoy these fics as much as I have! Happy reading, y’all! xoxo, Carey (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*💜💙💚💛❤💗💕💖

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Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans - Ch.14

Character: Sky x male reader, Riven x male reader, Brandon x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in Winx Club/Saga

Warnings: None

I have found peace in the darkness that surrounds me ever since that strange, dull pain coursed through my body and sent me into it. If I'm being honest, I didn't think Corey, of all people, would knock me out. He wasn't in front of me as I tried to turn around to figure out where that strange noise was coming from, but the other guy was, so only he could've been the person to do it.

And someone had to knock me out because I never felt my body hit the ground, or rather, I didn't feel any further pain.

Luckily, it didn't hold me unconscious for long, just for a few moments, as I could feel the Hawke being launched and put into the air. This would mean that we would soon arrive at the old wizarding school high up in the northwest, close to the school barrier between the Alfea Academy in the west and Red Fountain Academy far up in the north.

Instead of fully waking up, I go back into the darkness. To try and get some more sleep since I'm still tired. Considering I just came out of a small magically induced coma, it's somewhat understandable.

But it wasn't long after I went back to sleep until I could feel a sharp pain tear me from the refreshing darkness. My eyes widened in pain and surprise.

Corey's head is close to mine. His face is covered in a mask of neutrality, but I could still see some strange satisfaction in his eyes glistening. However, I push those thoughts aside as my cheek still hurts. In my sleepy state, I let my hand wander there, only to wince at my own touch.

“Did you just slap me?”

With a shit-eating grin, Corey shrugged, put a finger over his mouth, and turned around. He is clearly mocking me for casting a silencing spell on him. It didn't help my flabbergasted state! How dare he do this to me?

I desperately want to stand up and throw him out of this machine of betrayal, but I'm still a little dizzy.

“How long?” I ask in the spacious room, to no one in particular.

“About five minutes,” the calm voice of the stranger who had led me out of the academy answers quietly.

All I can do is groan in disapproval and fall back, trying to figure out how to pull myself together again. I don't want to embarrass myself when we land. That's easier said than done because I could feel a blazing gaze fixed on me. Without having to look, I know it's Cory. I shouldn't have silent him for my ears.

But even as I could feel his disapproving eyes judging me, I didn't care.

Somehow, I could sit up and press my body against the soft back of the spot where I had been lying, eyes closed and breathing deeply. I feel my senses returning, but the feeling of the Hawke hurtling through the air still didn't do my sensitive stomach any good.

It takes almost all of my composure not to puke on the floor. I will never understand why people voluntarily use such a vehicle. It's different to fly through space but through the air?

Luckily, the way shouldn't be far. So, I only have to hold on for a few more minutes.

Suddenly, I feel another pair of eyes watching me intently. But they stayed on to me for much longer.

“What?” I hear myself ask, annoyed.

“What’s wrong with you?” the guy who had led me out of the academy asks me with an audibly confused tone.

“Don’t like flying,” I tell him, barely managing to push down what’s in my stomach.

There was silence for another moment until this guy. This random guy had the audacity to laugh at my predicament. Annoyed, I open my eyes and want to confront him. Only to be overwhelmed by a particularly strong gust of wind.

One so strong that I have to lie on the floor to keep from throwing up. The same guy started laughing uproariously. Which I only notice in passing.

Only a few moments later, to my utter delight, I could feel the Hawke descending. Hopefully, not because of any problems, but because we were finally at our destination. Soon, though, the vibrations of my family's magic flowing through the area calm me down.

As soon as the death machine lands back on the ground, I sigh heavily with pure relief. But it's only when the engine slowly turns off that my stomach calms down.

I let myself completely fall to the ground and chuckle happily. The urge to scream in pure bliss is strong, but it would only make me seem even more mentally unstable than I already do.

As I lie there on the floor, I enjoy the moment. My head no longer spins, and my stomach has calmed down significantly.

When I finally stand up, I'm confronted with the stranger's deep ocean-blue eyes, a wide grin on his lips as his eyes dart between Cory and me. Cory, on the other hand, seems annoyed and confused.

“What did the whackid tell you?”

His grin widens. He leans forward slightly and tells me in a small voice, “Oh, trust me, you don’t want to know.”

I raise my eyebrow and look expectantly at the stranger, waiting patiently, not thinking about leaving this monstrosity until I know what was said.

And the stranger apparently noticed that too, as his grin faded slightly. But he quickly holds his hands up in the air in surrender and looks apologetically at Cory with his eyes lowered.

“He called your actions disgraceful and unworthy of someone of your status. Whatever that means. Furthermore, he told me how surprised he was that you suddenly didn’t like flying anymore.”

I nod my head and even open my mouth in shock and disbelief, pain flashing in my eyes. When I look at Cory, I see panic rising within him. He gestures wildly at the stranger. That's enough for me to stop this nonsense.

I aggressively step towards Cory, causing him to stop every single one of his movements. I could see his Adam's apple bobbing nervously as he must have swallowed quite hard. Raising my finger, I point at him.

“I never imagined someone could be so despicable, unbelievable, or easily refuted.” Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the stranger's eyes light up with anticipation. At least until I stop speaking, turn to him, and point the same finger at him. "I detest liars," I tell him with a deceptive smile. "Cory may be a lot, but he would never say anything that could damage my reputation."

There is a strange, confused glint in the man's eyes. His smile vanishes, replaced by an unreadable expression.

"Doors open!" The pilot calls out to us out of nowhere. His voice cuts through the thick air around us, which has allowed us to separate.

I'm grateful to the guy, so I wave at him as he looks over his shoulder, extremely annoyed. He clicks his tongue, but I don't really care.

With renewed health, I head through the open door first, leaving the stranger and Cory arguing, or at least the stranger is arguing.

As soon as I step out of the death machine, I see the entire square in front of the old magic academy full of people, not just first-grade fairies and second-grade specialists, as I requested, but also second-grade fairies and first-grade specialists. The different grades of specialists are easy to recognize because their uniforms have different colors, and it is just as easy for the fairies because the first classes are shy and usually stand alone because they don't know anyone there yet. All the while, the second-grade fairies stand in groups.

In shock, all I could do is stare down, frozen in the doorway of the death machine.

I've never gotten so many dirty looks. Everyone there looks at me as if I were the “terror of the forgotten night”.

Only Cory's firm hand on my shoulder could pull me back to myself. I reach for his hand with my shaking one. I don't look back, not wanting to show him any form of gratitude.

With him behind me, I exhale heavily, straightening my back and turning my gaze forward, past everyone staring at me with disdain. I step onto the ground, my chest swollen with pride, the magic deep within the soil tickling me as it welcomes me home.

At least I have one advantage: this place is part of my homeworld. The magic here is quite different from the rest of the world. This means that even if no one here will like me, at least I feel at home. A small smile spreads across my lips because I know that magic - my true friend - will never leave me, even if everyone despises me.

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sitp-recs · 7 months

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halloo!! Do you have any 8th/7th year fics in Draco's Perspective?

Hi there, anon! Sure do, here are some of my favourites. Happy readings :)

All Tied Up by MyNameIsThunder (M, 6k)

Blaise is determined to find out why the entrance to the Slytherin common room is acting up all of a sudden. Draco is determined to keep it a secret.

A Pain of Our Choosing by @lqtraintracks (E, 6k)

It’s 8th year and everyone’s still a bit messed up. Harry and Draco fall into being messed up together.

Aletheia by @lazywonderlvnd (E, 8k)

Draco finds out Daphne's been shagging Potter and it turns out it's really not that difficult to get a piece of her hair.

Slow Hands by eleventy7 (T, 10k)

Blood, shadows, and paper hearts. The Shadow hunts students, but Draco Malfoy most of all.

warmest part of the winter (orphaned, T, 11k)

It’s not even a balcony, it’s just a window with a bit of a ledge, and Draco’s read Shakespeare anyway, he knows how this one ends.

Said and Unsaid (or, The Value of Knowing When to Stop Talking) by bryoneybrynn (T, 15k)

When the Interrogator asked if he had anything to say on his own behalf, Draco shook his head, his lips pressed tight in a thin line. There was nothing to say that wouldn’t sound like an excuse.

Scenes of Surrender by Rasborealis (E, 16k)

Draco just wants to keep his head down and finish his last year at Hogwarts. He's not supposed to let his mask slip, and Harry isn't supposed to care.

On Our Way by dynamic (E, 30k)

Draco is trying to spend the summer keeping his head down, but a repair project and a certain snowy owl have other plans for him.

Eager for the Sky by @oknowkiss (M, 35k)

It was announced, just as the Triwizard Tournament had been, at the start of term feast. A year-long, international Quidditch varsity match — the inaugural Wizarding Academy Cup.

Draco Malfoy, It's Your Lucky Day by Faith Wood (E, 37k)

Even though he's unarmed, injured, lost in the Forbidden Forest, and facing a possible murder charge, Draco Malfoy gets lucky.

The Romantic Prawn Who Loved Christmas by @bixgirl1 (E, 39k)

When Draco, forced into sharing a room with Potter for the year, finds out that Potter has a sleepwalking problem, he expects the odd conversations and the weird games of chess. What comes as a complete shock are Potter's other activities...And why he seems so intent on having Draco join him.

Far From The Tree by aideomai (E, 112k)

The arrival of Harry Potter’s children—snapped back in time, the children themselves guessed, twenty or so years—was the most interesting thing to happen at Hogwarts for years.

#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #8th year fics #draco pov

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idyllcy · 1 year

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Komaeda's moving castle

Word count: 10.0k

Summary: "I finally found you, dove."

The clouds of Kingsbury flutter through the air, spinning and weaving the blue sky. The greens of the hill sparkle under the sun. A shepherd herds their sheep, waving at the moving machinery. A young male in the window waves back with a smile. The shepherd swoons as a result. This is how the outskirts of Kingsbury are, and it's how they will remain. The peaceful pasture, animals roaming, and the endless skyline.

The loud whistle of the morning train pulls you from bed. It's another work day. The mess of fabric sits on the table, and you grab a basket to head downstairs. The other women are in their respective rooms, threading away at the cloth. If you're not mistaken, the wizard would be picking up his cloak today. You have to make sure that everything is in place. It wouldn't be good to give a wizard a cloak that isn't the best quality. The madame said that, not you.

The bell at the door jingles as you step into the shop.

"Good morning Y/n, love!" The other maiden looks up from making last-minute adjustments to you.

"Good morning," You smile back at the girl. "How has work been?"

"Slow, but it's progressing," She hums. "Will you be closing again?"

"Yes," You smile. "What time is the wizard coming in?"

"Y/n, darling!!" Shirogane rushes over, pens in her hair and glasses around her neck. "Could you serve the customer? He's here, and we need to hurry up to finish adjustments. His castle is moving this week."

"W-Wait, Komaeda? I thought it was a wizard from the royal academy!" You panic as she pushes you. "He ate Victoria's heart last week, no?"

"He is!" She mumbles. "Top of his class. Be careful, I heard he likes pretty people and hates the ugly."

"What?!" You're promptly pushed to the front of the shop, and you sigh. You pat down the excess strands from your legs and glance at the wizard. "Sorry for the wait. Shirogane-san needed to make a couple of last minute adjustments."

"I don't mind," He smiles, charmingly so.

You understand why Victoria would fall for him. He is pretty. With stunning white lashes and charismatic pale eyes, he's surely a looker. His auburn hair glows almost angelically under the setting sun, and the rings on his fingers must feel cool under the heat of the July sun. The pendant around his neck is pretty too. The silver suits him. You wonder who he holds dear to his chest despite playing so many people. Maybe he didn't hold anyone dear. Who knows.

"Do you work here?" He glances at you. "Oh, no you don't need to worry for trash like me-"

"Yes," You hum, handing him a cup of tea. "I work here. You're Komaeda, the wizard with the moving castle."

"Yes," He smiles. "You're gorgeous, by the way. What's your name?"

You smile at him. "A fae?"

"No," He smiles. "There is no way. I am but a magician."

"Y/n," You hum, hearing the other girl rush to the front with the jacket.

"It's finished," She smiles. "Sorry for the wait, Komaeda-san."

"No worries," He smiles. "May I try it on?"

The girl hands it to you, and you help Komaeda into the jacket. A mirror is pulled in front of him, and he spins, checking how it fits him. He looks good in it. As much as you don't want to fall for him, his face and charm make it hard enough.

Komaeda notices you glancing at him, and he winks at you. "Like the view?"

"Kind of," You pause. "I like the coat better, though."

Komaeda pouts. "You don't like me?"

"We literally just met," You deadpan. Grabbing him by the shoulders, you spin Komaeda in the mirror, checking for any frayed edges or issues. "I have no need to fall in love with a stranger."

"Well, I do," Komaeda smiles. "So, how about dinner?"

You hold back the urge to punch this man to next week. "My apologies. I have work."

Komaeda watches you head back.

"Hey... do you have her house number?"

"That's creepy."

The setting sun of Kingsbury is hot. It's red with melancholy, orange with the fires of hell. Kingsbury is just another town, but when the sun sets at night, the sky opens its gates to let the hail or bombs destroy it. War is inevitable just as the human race was beyond saving. It's something you realize early on when serving customers. Some people care more for their own than for the safety and health of others.

"I'm going off for the night!" Shirogane calls from the door. "Be sure to lock up!"

"Got it!" You call back.

If the setting sun was red with melancholy, then the night of Kingsbury was terrifying. Creatures and critters are scattered at every corner around magicians. The guards, drunk beyond comprehension, ran through the alleyways to find a night. If you were less attractive, perhaps you'd be let off. You're not, unfortunately. You really pray you could somehow get out of this situation.

"A pretty deer!" One guard slurs.

"A lovely doe-eyed darling!" The other agrees.

You purse your lips. "Kind gentlemen, may I pass?"

"How about we take you for a drink?" One tries sliding his arms down your shoulder, and you brush it off.

"No thank you." You smile forcibly. "May I pass?"

"This one bites!"

"I'd say they're more like a cat!!"

You sigh, tilting your head to the side, getting ready to punch one of them.

"Ah, I finally found you, dove," A voice emerges from behind you, and you recognize the sleeve of the jacket. "What are you doing, taking such a creepy alleyway at night?"

"I got lost," You smile. "It's also a quicker way home."

"How about the two of you," Komaeda eyes them, snapping his fingers. "Do your job to actually protect the people?"

The two guards march off behind the two of you, and Komaeda hums. "My apologies, but you're going to have to continue walking with me. You see, dove, I'm being followed."

You follow along, the blotches of darkness slipping out behind him. They come in the form of gentlemen, little hats to cover their heads. You wonder if that was the work of the witch. There had been a rumor that they were exes.

The creatures cage in the two of you from every direction, and Komaeda smiles calmly as you start growing restless.

"Ready?" Komaeda wraps an arm around your waist, and he lifts the two of you into the air. The streets are empty as he continues walking in the air. You lift your legs, scared to fall.

"Let your feet down and continue walking as normal," Komaeda smiles reassuringly, and you listen. The streets are empty at night other than the oil lamps. You take the chance to stare out at the horizon. It's dark from the clouds of smog, yet the stars still shine brightly over your head. It's pretty. The stars are pretty.

Komaeda notices the way you aren't paying attention to him, and he pauses to stare up, making sure the two of you don't fall. The view renders him breathless. The stars are scattered across the sky, the moon shining seemingly brighter. Komaeda exhales, admiring the moon in all her beauty. She's gorgeous; he's breathless from her beauty. The moon looked so peaceful, up in the air, protecting the town from the sky ripping open.

You glance at Komaeda pause in his steps, and you stare down. It's high up in the air.

"My apologies," Komaeda smiles at you, tilting your head with his hand. "Don't look down, dove. Will a dance make you feel better?"

"A dance?"

Komaeda's arm around your waist spins you, his hand holding yours. Komaeda guides you in the sky, swaying you left and right, spinning you to where you needed to be. You feel like the lead in a fairytale dancing with their prince charming. Yet, this prince charming was a wanted man of the government, and you were but a simple tailor who worked night shifts.

The stars sparkle under your command, twinkling and chiming at each step of yours in the air. Spinning you with a gentle smile, Komaeda hums at each ring of the stars. The sky would part for you, covering you in a star's glow, anything to keep you alive. The moon adores you, and so do the stars. He wants to stay in town longer. Just two days.

With a final spin, Komaeda lands you on your balcony.

"It was lovely dancing with you, my dove," He presses a kiss to the back of your hand with a bow. His cheeks are warm with pink, and his heart flutters as he catches your embarrassment.

"Thank you for walking me home, kind one," You imitate his bow, and he smiles.

"Shall I see you around?"

"We shall see."

The clouds cover the moon as you part from him, and Komaeda's heart races.

Ah.

The second morning rises, and the second evening falls. You get ready to close down the store when a young woman walks in.

"Darling!" She wraps her arms around you. "You're the worker here, right? I ordered a coat for my boyfriend a couple of weeks ago, but I was told he already came to pick it up. Do you have any idea where he is?"

"Who was the order placed for?" You pry yourself from her arms.

"Komaeda," She smiles, her grin broadening. "Ah, so you're the chick who caught his eye and undid all of the stupid spells I cast on him."

She pinches your chin between her pointer and thumb, eyeing you in disdain. "Well, you certainly aren't a sight to behold. I wonder how something as plain as you could cause someone like him such hope. Well, not that I care."

Her hand reaches through your face, and you feel your muscles lax and sag as she does. You yelp, falling to your knees as they give out under you. You claw at your face as her laughter rings, and you watch her step out of the shop, two of her dark blobs rushing after her. Flashing you a menacingly gorgeous smirk, she laughs. "May despair ring throughout all of your life!"

You sit there on the floor, heart pounding and tears falling. You don't know what this feeling is, but you know what it is. You've aged. She's aged your dazzling face all because of some stupid man!! You get up, staring at yourself in the mirror. You look old. You look old.

You want to cry.

Your knees are weak, and you have to support yourself as you get up from the floor. The old hag that stares at you in the mirror makes your stomach curl. You hate it. You despise it.

You dust off the apron and step out of the store, locking up to prevent the burglars.

Walking as an elder all alone is much safer than walking as a young one. The guards don't look twice even as you pass them. Your steps have grown slower, and your lungs squeeze at each step uphill. You want to scream or cry. You prayed that somehow, you'd be able to miraculously reach the castle before you die of exhaustion. You really ought to treat your grandparents better after this.

Your bed is so much comfier when it's night.

Yet, you rise before the first train. You wonder if your parents woke up this early. Well, it's not like you can stay here. Just from looks alone, you're already off the marriage market. All because of a man? How strange.

You wait for the others to file out of the house before you grab a bit of food and head out to the hills.

The chiming and clanging of Komaeda's castle ring in the distance, and you sigh. "I can hear it... hah, but I can't see it."

You sit at the base of a scarecrow, the moon illuminating your skin. The age spots scattered across your skin and arm cause you to hold your breath. The midnight mist makes it hard to see where the castle is exactly, but you don't really care. It can't kill you. Well, even if it could, you're already old anyway.

You get up again, getting ready to continue.

The wind blows behind you, and your eyes widen in fear as the scarecrow starts hopping.

"What in god's name-"

The scarecrow hops down the lane, and you watch it spin twice. You assume it wants you to follow it.

It has a weird build. He looks like... you're not sure. He resembles a gentleman more than a scarecrow, but you don't complain. He seems to be leading you to the castle... or leading you at least somewhere.

The fog clears, and the wood and metal emerge. The scarecrow hops twice under the door to the castle, and you nod at it the best you can. The door to the machinery rushes, and a puff of smoke greets you. Bloody hell. You struggle to get on the moving castle, the house refusing to slow for you. These old bones of yours, ugh.

When you finally step onto the platform - not really step, the house had forcibly hooked you onto it. Your cloak flies off from the wind.

"My cloak!"

You watch as the scarecrow hops after it, using its arm to hook the cloak onto it, and it bounces back to you.

"Thank you," You smile. "You're very kind, scarecrow!"

You turn to face the door, pushing it open. A short staircase leads you to the first floor, the sound of the fire crackling. You pause to take in the room. Straight across from you is a wooden chair in front of a fire, and a little bit behind that is a purple divan. To your right is a wooden table, messy yet organized, with all sorts of bottles and spellbooks. The corners are filled with cobwebs, the spiders settling down. It's... a mess. To say the least.

You sit yourself on the wooden chair, exhaling and holding your hands out to the fire.

It's warm.

Though, the fire could use a little more wood.

You sit back down after tossing two logs of wood into the fire.

Oh... it's so cozy...

Your eyes threaten to close on you. The crackling and movement of the house become familiar to your body. You're worn out from the walking.

"Wow, that is one nasty curse you got there, upupupu!" A voice speaks up. "It won't be easy to break."

"The fire talked???"

"And you can't even talk about it."

"...Am I going delusional?" You push the chair back slightly.

"No!! Upupu, I'm Monokuma! I'm a fire demon," It cackles.

"Why are you shaped like a bear?" You pause. "My apologies. That's not the question. Can you help me break the spell? Since you're a demon and all."

"Easy! If you break the spell that chains me to this place, I'll break yours in exchange." He crackles.

"In other words, bargain with a demon," You chuckle; you barely recognize your own laugh. "You sure you can keep that promise?"

"Demons don't make promises."

"I suggest you look elsewhere." You hum, leaning back into the chair.

"But I'm exploited here!!! I'm chained here by Komaeda who works me to death!!!" The fire whines. "I'm the one who keeps this castle moving!"

"My, you have it rough," You draw out.

"If you figure out the secret contract, the spell will break!" He exclaims. "If you do that, I'll break your spell too!"

"I see, a bargain...huh...." Aaand you've dozed off.

In the early hour of the morning, you're woken up by a series of knocks on the door. You crane your neck, at least twelve of your bones cracking. Footsteps dance down the stairs as you do, and a young child with a mask stops next to you.

"Who let them in?"

"Porthaven!" Monokuma calls.

"I wonder when she got in." The boy reaches for a cloak on the table and pulls it over his face, hopping down the stairs.

"Why, mayor, sir," The boy's voice is two octaves deeper than before, and the mayor answers.

You take the chance to look around the room now that it's day. It's still the same mess as yesterday.

"Porthaven again!" Monokuma yells, and you slide him two new logs. You step around the first floor, peering over the fence as the boy opens the door again.

"State your purpose."

"Mama sent me," A young girl beams.

You stare out the window, glancing at the birds and seaside. A magical door? Perhaps.

The young girl giggles. "Are you a witch?"

You stare at her, laughter rumbling. It wouldn't hurt to entertain a child.

"Yes, darling. I am the scariest witch in all the land harhar," You smile as she giggles and runs off with her order.

"Stop lying," The boy grumbles, reaching for the food. From a drawer, he pulls out bread and cheese. You follow to where he was, and you glance at the table.

"Ah, darling," You mumble. "There's bacon and eggs!"

"Monokuma only listens to Komaeda." He frowns. "Can't use him."

You hum, staring at the fire. "Nonsense."

"I'm a demon!!" The fire roars as you set the basket on the ledge, reaching for a pot.

"Now, now," You hum merrily at the fire engulfing the pan. "Either you cook the bacon and eggs like a good fire, or we have a quaint little discussion about our deal with Komaeda."

"I was wrong," Monokuma shrinks, and you hum as you place the bacon onto the pan. Monokuma tries burning it, and you glare at the fire.

"Darling, do we have a kettle? I want some tea." You call at the other magician, and he nods.

"I'll find one."

The door to the house rattles, and everyone turns to watch the master come home.

"Welcome home, master!" The boy greets, holding a kettle. "You have letters from the King to both Meshitsukai and Servant."

You pause. Isn't that just the same name in different languages??

"Ah, dear," Komaeda chuckles. "There's no need to call me master. I told you, trash like me doesn't deserve it."

"But master-"

You glance at the male, then turn your eyes back to the bacon, flipping it in the pan.

"My, Monokuma," Komaeda hums amusedly. "You're being so obedient."

"They bullied me!"

"I did no such thing!" You gasp offendedly.

"Regardless, that's not something easy to do, right?" Komaeda takes the pan and spoon from your hands. "Who are you, by the way?"

"Your neighborhood elderly," You hum. "Your new housekeeper."

"Please pass me six eggs and two more slices of bacon," Komaeda holds the pan close to you as you slide two more pieces of bacon onto it. "Who hired you?"

"I did," You pause. "Just to mop the floors and such. Your table is suprisingly organized despite the mess."

"Well, I am a little of a clean freak-"

"Please don't let master handle the fire! He can't cook," The boy yells from the table as Komaeda misses an egg.

"Jataro, dear, I most certainly can-"

"He can't!"

"Not risking it," You nudge him to the side, taking the stuff from his hands again. "Can you set up the table?"

"That, I can do," Komaeda chuckles as you crack another egg onto the pan, copying Komaeda and tossing Monokuma the eggshells. Komaeda helps you plate the food, and you glance at the utensils the boy holds up for you. The others are dirty, he tells you. You thought Komaeda was organized. Organized chaos, maybe. You're not sure.

"Let us partake of our morning bread," Komaeda hums.

"Daily bread!" Jataro echoes, biting into all of his food at once. "It's been a long time since I've had breakfast."

"Neglect of child," You mumble quietly, cutting into the eggs.

"Ah, by the way," Komaeda hums. "Dove, you seem to have something in your pocket. May I see it?"

You hum, reaching into your pocket. You hand it to Komaeda. The paper burns him at the touch, and the spell falls onto the table, carving itself into it. Komaeda sighs at the symbol.

"A curse?"

"Yes. Ancient Magic." Komaeda hums, reading the spell. "He who catches a falling star, oh heartless man. Your heart shall be mine."

"Wow," You deadpan, biting on the eggs. "Romantic."

Komaeda chuckles, sliding his hand over the spell. "Well, even trash like me wouldn't stoop to her level and give her my heart."

"Master!" Jataro gasps as the spell disappears.

"The two of you," He smiles. "Please enjoy breakfast." He gets up, tossing the rest of his breakfast to Monokuma. "Monokuma, please move the castle 100km and send hot water upstairs."

"Not the hot waterrr," The flame grumbles.

You scoop the eggs back into your mouth and pause as Jataro asks you a question.

"Do you work for the witch of the waste?"

"Lord forbid I work for that wrench of a whore," You spit. "If it weren't for her bastardry, I wouldn't be- mmmrph- I wouldn't- hrrmph- ARGH!! BLOODY HELL! Oh, once I get my daintly old hands on your thin little neck you wRETCHED WHO- ARGH!!"

Jataro clears the table and moves the books outside as you smack the broom on the ceiling. Dust and bugs fall everywhere, and the rats scurry to safety. The whole room fills with ashes, and you hurl the water onto the wood, scrubbing at it violently. You're pretty sure you're going to die of exhaustion soon; your muscles are sore. Curse your old age.

The floors of the first floor echo with cleanliness as you step to the fireplace.

"Can I have more wood? Hello???"

You toss Monokuma into a pan, the old piece of wood with him. He clings onto it, yelling about how he's going to die. You ignore him, raking out all the ashes from the previous wood. Pulling the edges of the sheet, you ignore him as you take the soot out.

Hurried footsteps rush down the stairs, and the sound of wood clattering makes you turn around.

"Try not to torment my friend," Komaeda smiles at you.

"My apologies," You watch him breeze past you, hair pulled back and adjusted.

"Master, are you going out?" Jataro pauses.

"Jataro, dear, tell out housekeeper not to get too carried away," Komaeda smiles, hopping out the door.

"What'd you do?"

"She abused me!!" Monokuma yells. "If I go out, then Komaeda does as well!"

"I'm the housekeeper," You deadpan. "My job is to clean."

You grab the mop and bucket and start toward the stairs. Jataro runs up before you can, and he yelps.

"No! Not the second floor!"

"If I were you," You hum amusedly, taking a step up the stairs. "I'd put your precious things away right now."

"My room last!" The boy runs up the stairs, and you grin.

The upstairs is somehow even more of a mess than the downstairs, and as you open the door to the bathroom, you are baffled. You thought Komaeda was organized. You swear it's like when a mom yells at a kid to clean their room even though it's clean in the kid's way. Too bad your job was to clean the entire house.

Before you start, you throw the window open, looking out to see the castle.

The view is breathtaking. The castle moves a step at a time, and underneath it is a valley. A river flows between the two mountains, thousands of evergreen trees are scattered, and you watch the castle fly over the forest. The green makes you hold your breath. It's gorgeous.

"Monokuma!! Monokuma!!" You yell, rushing down the stairs.

"What's all the fuss for?"

"Are you moving the castle on your own?" Your eyes glimmer as you stare from the stairs.

"Of course I am!"

"You're incredible!" You cheer. "Your magic is amazing! I'm so sorry for misjudging you!"

You rush back upstairs to start cleaning.

"You think so?" Monokuma turns pink. "You really think so?"

The house speeds up, and you work on the bathroom. The water is brown and murky, and you pull the drain. Rearranging all the bottles on the shelves and tossing the empty ones out, you exhale. Unclogging the toilet, you wince as the foul smell finally starts fading. Then, you grab a brush and start scrubbing. The colors wash off the basin with a brush of your rag, and you sigh blissfully as you finally finish.

You glance out the window, noticing the change in scenery.

"Not yet!" Jataro calls as you rush back into the hallway. It looks breathtaking outside.

"Oh... Lord," You open a door, eyes wide. "It's heavenly outside."

Goats rush through the mountains, pine trees and streams scattered about. Down the hill, a giant lake sits in the center. The water is bluer than the Aegean, and the sky is clear. A couple of clouds hide the rest of the lake, and rocks lead down the mountain to the lake.

Jataro rushes next to you, looking down.

"That's star lake," He points.

"How beautiful."

In the corner of his eye, Jataro notices a wooden pole sticking out of a hole.

"Huh," You reach for it, pulling at it. "Jataro, dear, could you lend me a hand?"

The two of you pull the pole out of the crevice, and you pause at the sight of the scarecrow.

"The scarecrow from earlier..." You mumble. "Did you follow me?"

He hops twice, spinning.

"I'll take that as a yes," You smile.

"Who is he?"

"A scarecrow I met on my way up," You hum, heading back inside. "Let's get back to cleaning, hm?"

Jataro helps you pull the laundry basket down to the lakeside as Calcifer lowers the hose. The two of you hand the laundry on the scarecrow's arm, and he hops around as you prepare lunch. The breeze by the lake helps you calm down as you exhale. Your shoulders relax, and you hum happily as you drink from the bowl.

"Does the scarecrow have a name?" Jataro holds the bread to his mouth, taking a bite.

"Turnip," You pause. "I think."

"Do you think he's a demon?" Jataro chews with his mouth open, and you wipe his cheek. "Monokuma seems to like him."

"Maybe," You exhale, heart light. "But despite that... he's the one who led me here."

The breeze flies off with the hours, and you sit yourself by the lakeside.

Your shoulders relax, and you hum a soft tune to yourself.

It's calm.

Night falls, and the door to the house clicks open. Komaeda stumbles in, feathers dragging behind him, feet in the form of claws. His breathing is labored as he pulls himself to the chair by the fire. Kicking both legs onto the brick, his chest heaves, and he grunts in annoyance. The feathers sticking to his skin disappear, and his feet turn back to normal. He exhales once he's human again.

"Keep doing that and you won't be able to transform back," Monokuma reminds. He reaches for a log on the side, and he grins. "Isn't this great? The housekeeper did this for me!"

Komaeda sits straight, a pained moan slipping past his lips. "The fighting is awful. The entire country is in flames. From the southern coast to the northern border, there is not a single town that isn't aflame."

"I hate the fire in gunpowder," Monokuma spits. "They have no manners."

"My own kind attacked me," Komaeda laughs airily.

"The witch of the waste?"

"Hack wizards masquerading as monsters."

"They'll cry plenty later on." Monokuma laughs evilly. "When they can't regain their human form."

"No, Komaeda stands up, stretching his arms. He feels a bone pop back into place. "They'll just forget that they ever knew how to cry. Like Kamukura."

"Aren't you supposed to report to the king?"

"Yes, well," Komaeda walks toward the curtains. "Hot water for my bath."

"Not again," The fire grumbles.

Komaeda stares down at your sleeping form. The wrinkles on your skin are missing, and the white of your hair is colored. Komaeda tucks you back in, shaking the blanket twice before covering you. He glances at your chest rise and fall, and he smiles gently. "Rest well, my dove."

The warm water jets against the bathtub, and you shoot awake. You hear a bone crack.

"Was that Komaeda?"

"Yeah," Monokuma reaches for another log. "Wasting my hot water."

You chuckle.

The morning is warm in Porthaven. It's nice and quiet, minus the couples of people bargaining for prices. You pay for the potatoes first, then you take a look at the fish. Jataro follows behind you, mumbling about how he didn't like potatoes or fish. You pause to take a look at the fish properly. The fisherman tells you they're all freshly caught.

A hoard of people rush down to the port.

"The fleet's come home!"

"Is that the smoke?"

You turn your head to look.

"There's been another battle." A passing man tells the fisherman.

"Ah, really? Then excuse me, I'll get to you later." The fisherman excuses himself and runs with the crowd.

"That ship's on fire!"

Sure enough, a battleship heads into the port, the top on fire. Seamen jump off the metal, and the civilians row their boats to help them to safety. In the corner of your eyes, you spot a blotch of black, and you hold Jataro back.

"Witch of the waste henchmen."

It disappears, and you sigh.

Above the two of you, an aircraft roars. Three bombs drop into the water, and you hold Jataro in your arms as they blow up. Papers flutter through the air, and you drag Jotaro back home.

"Papers!"

"They're enemy propaganda. Ignore them, child," You slam the door behind you, and you exhale. You rest on a chair, and you gasp for air. "Water, please, child."

Jataro turns on the tap, filling a clean glass with water. Upstairs, a loud boom is heard, and Komaeda's footsteps echo through the house. He screams.

"Dove, what did you do to the bathroom shelves!!" Komaeda runs to you, grabbing his hair. The auburn has been replaced by a bright pink. "My hair's turned this weird color!"

Jataro blinks.

"It looks lovely?" You tilt your head, unsure what he means.

"Take a good look!" Komaeda cries. "You mixed up everything on the shelves and ruined the spells!!"

"I didn't mix up anything," You raise a brow. "I simply cleaned up."

"But it was already clean," Komaeda bites on his tongue. "I told you not to get too carried away! Oh, how hopeless. How disgustingly despairing. I have no chance like this..."

Komaeda sits on the chair, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"It's not that bad," You try and comfort him. You take a step back as his hair turns from pink to blue, to green, to yellow... before finally turning to white. "The new shade is quite lovely in it's own way."

Komaeda blinks twice. "I'm done for... what's the point of living... if you're not... beautiful... ugh."

The room warps and darkens, and the floor and walls contort. You glance around yourself suspiciously, and Jataro speaks up.

"He's calling on the spirit of darkness." He blinks. "The last time he did this was when the love of his life broke up with him."

You try and place a hand on Komaeda, finding that a layer of white slime sticks to your hand. You back away slowly, heart wavering and lip quivering. "I've had enough of you, Komaeda! I've never once been beautiful! Never!" You rush down the stairs, throwing the door open. "I've had enough of this place!"

The rain pours on your skin, wetting you from head to toe. Your mind swirls with thoughts. You had never been beautiful. You had just been another country bumpkin who was set to take over the family's business. You stand there in the rain, letting yourself cry. The tears come out, the dam slamming open. It felt nice to be able to cry again. You don't mind the rain, it feels nice. It matches the atmosphere.

It had been a while since you had a good cry.

Behind you, the scarecrow hops next to you, an umbrella in hand. The rain stops falling on you, and you hum at the scarecrow. "Thank you, turnip."

"Y/n! Y/n!" Jataro runs out. "Please come back! Komaeda's in trouble!"

You follow the boy in, staring at Monokuma screaming for help. "Y/n!!! Help me!! I'm going to die!!"

You sigh, pushing your sleeves up. "Come help me out, child."

You feel four of your bones crack as you mop the floors and brick again, but at least Komaeda isn't having a mental breakdown anymore. You bring a cup of warm milk to his room and place it at his bedside table. "be sure to drink it while it's warm." You step back toward the door, and Komaeda's voice comes out.

"Don't leave, dove." Komaeda opens his eyes as you sit next to him.

"The witch of the waste is searching for my house." Komaeda turns to the side. "The truth is, I'm just hopeless. All of this magic is just to keep her despairful presence away. I'm terrified of her."

You pause. "May I know why you're running from her?"

"She's my ex," Komaeda sits up, chuckling to himself. "Isn't that funny? Now the king wants me to report to him... as both of my alternate identities..."

"Can't you refuse to?"

"You see that oath on the wall?" Komaeda sighs. "I swore to obey the king's every order."

"How dystopic," You hum. "Why not just visit the king? Just reject him to the face."

"Dove," Komaeda sighs. "You don't know what they're like."

"But he's a king, right? Kings usually think the best for their people-"

"That's it! Dove, you'll go in my place!" Komaeda gasps. "Meshitsukai's parent! You can pretend to be my parent! Just tell him that I'm an idle, good-for-nothing! Maybe Madame Enoshima will even give up on me!"

"Madame... Enoshima?"

It's official. You hate Komaeda.

You don't want to meet the king or whatnot, and you most definitely do not care about him enough to do this. You don't know why you're doing this. You're dressed in some outfit, and Komaeda pushes you out the door. You want to strangle him. Is that an option? You suppose you might owe him something, but you don't think you do. Maybe this is his way of paying you back for turning his hair white. You'd be lying if you said he didn't look good, though.

"Ah, before you go," Komaeda grabs your left hand, sliding a clover ring onto your finger. "This will alert me when there's danger. I'll also be following you to keep you safe."

Keep you safe, your ass.

You march down the roads of Kingsbury. Cars and machines whiz past you, and the colorful buildings pass in a blur. You don't have the heart to admire the architecture. You have more of an urge to strangle Komaeda. You're the housekeeper, housekeeper. Not his mom. Not his grandma. None of that weird blasphemy.

Ah, the easier way out might just be just to strangle Komaeda.

The visit to the king passes in a blur you refuse to recall. The witch of the waste is first turned into some completely different person, the pink hair turning black, freckles scattering over her skin. The king isn't a king at all. The king is a queen, a woman who looked exactly like the witch of the waste. It was strange. Does that mean Komaeda had dated the king? What sickening twist of events was this?

Your mind is spiraling with newfound confusion as Komaeda removes his disguise in front of you.

"I've kept my oath," Komaeda hooks an arm around your waist. "I've no wish to fight you. I'll be taking my mother."

"Too bad!" The king grins, her cheeks stretching eerily. "I won't let you! I'm sure your beloved mother would love to see who you really are."

A violent gush of water floods past you, and Komaeda holds you up.

"Don't look down, dove. It'll pull you down," Komaeda hums, watching the purple magic swirl around him. It circles around him, and the feathers start growing out of his body as he lunges for the king. You cling to him, screaming for him to stop.

Komaeda shoots you a smile before he rushes you to the plane. He starts the engine, flying off from the palace.

"Ah, it seems like you brought a whole team," Komaeda chuckles. You look behind you and stare at the witch of the waste and the king's dog.

"I should've just retired when I had the chance..." You sigh, and Komaeda moves you to the front seat.

"Too late for that," He hums, pressing your ring. "That'll lead you to Monokuma. We're being chased, so be sure to steer properly."

"I'm going to stab someone," You turn the wheel as Komaeda lets go, and you narrowly miss the tower of a church.

"I can give you five minutes of invisibility," Komaeda swipes his hand, and a duplicate flies the other way. You yelp as you narrowly dodge a tree, and you grimace. You pray you'll make it home before something happens.

As you spot the house, you realize something very important.

HOW THE HELL DO YOU STOP THIS THING?!

"Y/n!!!"

"JATARO!! I DON'T KNOW HOW TO STOP THIS THING!!" You scream, crashing right into the mouth of the castle. You cough from the wood and smoke that fills your lungs, and Jataro searches through the debris for you. You run down the wood and cement to him, and you sigh.

"You're safe." He pulls his arms around you.

"Yes," You mumble. "... I'll clean all of this in the morning."

The night wind blows gently, and the sun makes way for the moon. The crescent rocks gently, back and forth, and back and forth. It lulls the entire house to sleep, even with the dust all over the furniture. It's cozy, and Monokuma keeps the house warm at night. The sound of footsteps creaking up the stairs wakes you, and you grab the lantern next to your bed.

"Komaeda?"

The footsteps grow rushed, and you chase after the sound. Throwing his door open, you notice the hole in his wall, and you continue following the sound. A trail of feathers multiplies in number as you do, and you pause at the sight of a hunched-over bird. The bird is pretty, the black feathers tinted with pink. You run your hand down its back, and the creature turns to stare at you.

"Komaeda," You swallow. "Come on, turn back."

He hisses at you and rushes off into the darkness.

"KOMAEDA!"

You snap awake to the sound of running water, and Monokuma whines. "Y/n, we don't have much more time, Komaeda and I."

"And Komaeda will turn into a demon?"

"I can't tell you that, I'm a demon," He blows a raspberry.

"I was told by the king," You pause. "that Komaeda gave you something precious. What is it? Where is it?"

"I can't tell you," Monokuma grumbles.

"Even if I dump water all over you?"

"How mean!! If you kill me, then Komaeda dies with me!!"

You kick at the plane as Jataro, Turnip, and the dog tug the plane out; harshly so. It's not budging, so you give it a hard kick. The engine starts, and it plummets out of the mouth of the house. Crashing violently into the rocks, the others run out of the way. You pause to exhale, and you stare at the pot over Monokuma.

"Time for lunch!!"

Komaeda steps down the stairs, pausing at the sight of the witch and dog.

"Monokuma, why'd you let them in?" Komaeda tilts his head.

"They came flying in with Y/n," He shrugs.

"Haha, my dove, dramatic as ever," He smiles. "Oh, and you," He takes a step to the Turnip and taps his chin. "You're under quite the spell too!"

The scarecrow spins its head twice.

"Unfortunately, your spell is quite loud, so we won't be able to take you," He hums.

"Take? Where are we going?" You finish eating.

"We're moving," Komaeda smiles. "The king could track us down at any moment, so we're settling down."

You suppose there's some truth to the dysfunctional family you call created. Komaeda drags the paint around to create a magic circle, and Monokuma sits himself in the center. The house cranks and howls as he does. Komaeda steps inside, pressing the chalk into the wood, the white markings digging into the crevices. The dust from the chalk scatters.

Placing the chalk down on the table, Komaeda grabs a pan, scooping Monokuma into it.

"Let's start," He smiles, and the fire roars as Komaeda steps into the circle.

The house cracks and pulls, every corner rearranging itself. As it does, you recognize the interior. It looks like your old house. Your old home before you moved into the castle. The furnace forms itself, and the toilet is in the same position. Even your room looks the same. You're really home. It feels strange.

"There you go," Komaeda smiles, sliding a hand down your spine, and your back straightens almost naturally. "You look much more relaxed now, dove."

"Thank you," You mumble.

"I have a little something to show you," Komaeda smiles, twisting the door to the black section. "Just for you."

"Is that so?" You follow him as he opens the door for you, and your breath catches in your throat.

It's gorgeous. The pastures of lush grass and pink spread through the field. Tulips and carnations sway with the wind, and a stream trickles down the grass. Though it's night, it seemed as though the whole place was lit up. Fairies, perhaps? Who knew. It was gorgeous. The blue mist that sprinkled the fields and the setting sun. The world seemed to slow under the stars here.

"Do you like it?" Komaeda's voice comes out uncertain, and he fiddles with his fingers.

"I do," You exhale, heart calming. "It's gorgeous."

"I'm glad," Komaeda smiles, holding his hand out to you.

The moon loves the stars just as much as the stars love her beauty. The gentle glow from the moon keeps the darkness at bay. The stars join her in the sky, desperate to protect her just as they have been protected. Even if it would take trillions of them to help her, they would gladly die off, one by one, burning just to keep her safe. Maybe they had been blind to think that the moon didn't love them the same way, but it wasn't true. The moon matched their glow, just as happy in their presence.

They are recorded as children in the past, yet no one seemed to notice just how much the stars adored the moon. They were no children of the sun and moon. They were the moon's hearts. The ones who had sworn to stay by the moon's side, even as their precious moon chased after the sun until burnt. The stars would keep her safe, even as she sobbed over the loss of the sun's adoration and glow.

Komaeda takes your hand, helping you lay down in the grass. You notice the thin layer of magic around your body.

"Did you know? When the stars fall, the moon picks them up. That's why the moon is so thin," You hum, flexing your fingers in curiosity. "When searching for a fallen star, she lights herself to her brightest form. When she finally finds the star, she cuts her flesh to turn into a fishing hook, trying to reach for the stars."

Komaeda stares at you reach for the sky.

"Have you ever touched a star?"

"Monokuma was a star once," He chuckles.

"Really? I thought he was just some random fire."

"His name Monokuma was given by the witch," Komaeda sighs, lying down on the grass next to you.

"Ah," You pause to laugh into your hand. "How cute. It's a bit strange."

"Is that so?" Komaeda snaps his fingers, and you smile at the fireflies.

"My body was made of crushed little stars, and cursed with repeating the same mistakes." You close your eyes and feel a bug land on your face. "I longed for a life outside of what I had."

Komaeda brushes the bug from your face, and he hums. "What made you change?"

"Being driven into a corner," You mumble. "Being forced into a place with no way out. I couldn't bear to live while ugly."

Komaeda catches the tears that run down your cheek, and you turn to stare at him.

"How will I marry with wrinkled skin and a society that pushes beauty onto it's children from youth?" You laugh, a smile on your face.

"There are people who aren't just going for looks," Komaeda mumbles. "Why are you sad?"

"Because my sisters were always prettier," You smile. "Because as the eldest, I already had my life written for me."

"Mm," Komaeda leans on his arm, frowning. "But you're here now."

"But I'm here now," You close an eye as Komaeda reaches for you. "With you."

"With me," He smiles.

You don't notice how your wrinkles have smoothened out or how your back seems so much lighter. Komaeda makes you forget the world outside, even when you're under the gaze of the universe. He presses cold fingertips to your burning mind and reminds you that it's alright to take time and cool down. Taking life one step at a time was fine. It didn't matter if you had never felt like enough. Komaeda would make sure that he would save you, just as you had saved him so many years ago.

When you wake up, the house is empty again.

The people of the town are running, and you stare at the car that stops in front of you.

"Shirogane?"

"Oh, Y/n!" She cries, hugging you. "I'm so happy you're alive! You went missing for so long, so I got worried!"

She drops a pouch next to the fire, and pulls you to the door. "Are you not going to flee?"

"No," You shake your head. "I feel safe here."

She gives you a look of guilt, and you have a feeling you know what it is.

"I'm off then. Please stay safe."

"I will," You smile.

The witch of the waste pulls the pouch open as you send Shirogane away. A black worm appears in it, and she tosses the monster at Monokuma, forcing him to eat it. Monokuma coughs up black smoke as the woman pulls the cigarette to her mouth, mumbling quietly. "I won't let you take his heart. I have to be the one to present it."

You step back into the room and grimace at the sight of Monokuma.

"What happened to him?"

The witch shrugs.

You spend the day opening the windows to let the smoke from the cigarette out, and you cough as it doesn't disperse. It sticks to your lungs, driving you insane. You hate this. Ugh. Why can't two countries talk it out like civil people? What was the point of war? To kill the citizens? To destroy the people? For wealth? Conquest? Glory? You found no point in the war over a missing prince.

The sound of planes fly over the city, dropping bombs and bullets. The hail of metal shakes the house, and the monsters crawl outside. You hold the door closed against the blobs of black. Was this what the country was reduced to? An internal conflict with a war? Why the hell did they want Komaeda dead anyway?

You dig your heels into the wood as the black starts seeping in. You can't hold it off for longer. Komaeda isn't home, and you don't know when he'll return. Will this be how you die? You're tired. Yet, unlike before, you don't want to leave. You'll just pray that Komaeda shows up on time, like he always has.

The sound of wings and scattering of black causes your eyes to snap open. He's here.

He's here.

You exhale, the smoke no longer burning your lungs.

Komaeda's here.

You slide down the back of the door, exhaling in relief. Komaeda's alive. He's here.

He's home.

Gathering the strength in your legs again, you rush outside to welcome him.

Komaeda soars down with a bomb, spreading his wings to glide it down and let it land without impact. He lands on the ground, the feathers sticking out of his body, smoke and smog all over his face. Yet, as he lands, you rush over to him, heart in relief. He's safe.

"Sorry I made you wait," Komaeda rests his forehead on yours, and you press your lips to his. Komaeda melts into your touch, the feathers softening to your touch. Komaeda pulls away first, smiling at you. "Let's go in."

Komaeda watches the blotches of black try to squeeze in again and sends a gust of wind their way, knocking them back. Komaeda steps up the stairs, casting a spell on Monokuma to revitalize him.

"Monokuma, why'd you do that?"

"She fed something weird to me!" Monokuma coughs.

"Was that from the king, witch?"

"Nothing my sister hasn't given me," The woman grunts, putting out the cigarette on Komaeda's claw. "We need to chat."

"When I come back," He smiles.

"How rare," The woman stares at him. "You're not running away."

"Stay here, dove," Komaeda presses his hands on your shoulder and steps back toward the door.

"No!" You yelp, clinging onto his back. "Please, Komaeda. We can run away and live somewhere else. Please... I'm begging you."

"I'm tired of running, dove," Komaeda turns to cradle your face in his palm, and you tear up. "I have someone I want to protect now."

You watch him head out the door.

As he does, the magic tries breaking in again, and you turn the knob of the door. The wastelands. They're your only hope now.

"Jataro, darling, please take the witch out." You reach for a pan to throw Monokuma on.

"I'm not allowed out of the house," The fire cracks.

"I'll take responsibility."

"EWWWWW, IT MAKES IT SEEM LIKE-"

"Unless you want me to put you out." You glare at him.

"I'll go," Monokuma slides onto the pan without argument. You skip out the door, shielding him from the rain with your sleeve. The castle collapses; the wood and metal crack and tear, ripping the messy masterpiece to pieces. Monokuma winces at the sound, and you step back inside to find the mouthpiece. It would be much more efficient to run with something smaller.

"Monokuma..." You step back into the debris, placing the fire down and tearing away the wood from the stairs to give him something to burn. "Can you move?"

"I need something in exchange," The fire opens its mouth. "From your body."

"Uh..." You stare at yourself, and you grimace. "My hair. Is that alright?"

"Yep!" The fire reaches for your hair, and pulls off what it can. With the new fuel, the castle rumbles, the mouth attaching to legs and starting its voyage.

"That's incredible, Monokuma!" You gasp, staring through the flooring.

"Now imagine what I could do with your body or heart!" The fire roars, and you spot Komaeda in the distance.

"He's surrounded-"

The castle shakes, and the witch reaches for the fire.

"You have a heart... I can... give her the heart..."

You rush to stop her, but she grabs onto the fire, catching ablaze along with it. Her skin chars and burns, and you reach to pull the heart from her hands.

"Witch!"

"No!" She yells. "The heart is mine! Nee-san is looking for it!"

You finch back from how hard it burns, and you think quick. What can put the fire out... oh... oh no... water.

You grab the pail, throwing it at the witch without a second thought. The water drenches her, but it also puts Monokuma out. Your chest heaves, and the castle rumbles. You fall to the other side of it, and you yelp. Shit. Monokuma was doused too. Your heart drops to your stomach as your side of the room breaks from the other, and you fall back into a ravine, the wood and mental breaking with you.

Ah... did you...

You stare at your hands, mortified of what you had just done. You killed him. You killed Nagito Komaeda. Did you kill him? The love of your life? Ah. You've done it now. You killed him. How could you? You swore to protect him. But. But he didn't. He wasn't that. You couldn't watch a person burn from a fire in front of you. You were... saving... another person... by killing Komaeda. Was that worth it? There's no way that was. You shouldn't have... you should've just... ah

You sob into your hands, barely noticing the ring on your finger glow.

The dog you had stolen from the castle breaks free from the rubbish, and he barks, jumping on your lap.

"Huh?" You stare at him through your tears. "What?"

He nudges at your ring, and you inhale, chest puffing up. The ring. It's blue. It's glowing.

You glance at the place it's pointing at and stand up to break the metal chunk away from the rocks.

The door. It's the door. The ring is pointing toward the door. Your hand wraps around the knob apprehensively, chest tight with anxiety. Please be there. You're praying that you'll find him. Please.

Behind the door is darkness. It's muddy, uncertain with black. You reach your hand through it, unsure whether or not to go through. You're scared. What if you don't find him?

It's better to try.

You step through the door, starting to fall. The force brushed your neck uncomfortably, and you try to crane your neck to see if anything was around. It's not. It's dark. Dark with something you can only call nothing. The ring is still glowing on your finger, so you try and reach for it. In an instant, the black turns into the same flower field you were with Komaeda in.

In the distance is Komaeda himself. He's significantly younger, and he's holding Monokuma in his hand. You reach for him, screaming at the top of your lungs. "KOMAEDA, COME FIND ME IN THE FUTURE!"

You fall through the ground again, gasping as you sit up in the rubbish.

You stand up, praying that you'll find him. You dig through the rust and bolts, staring above you as someone flies down. Komaeda. He's back.

You open your arms to catch him, landing on the ground with a rough thud, cushioning his crash.

"Y/n!" Jataro yells from above.

"Darling!" You open your arms as he falls down to you. He cries in your arms, shaking and sobbing over the heart. The witch is still holding Monokuma, Komaeda's heart, in her hands. You let go of the boy, rushing over to Komaeda. Maybe he's breathing. Maybe. You don't know. You wouldn't know until you put his heart back.

"Witch... please?"

The witch hands you the heart gingerly, placing it into your hand gently.

"It's still mine."

"Of course," you smile, kneeling down to Komaeda's level. The debris scratches your knees and digs into your shoes, but you don't care. Your hand shakes as you brush his feathers to the side. You're trying your best not to cry. You can't. You won't until you put his heart in.

The glow that emits from his heart as you put it in causes you to hold your breath.

Please work...

It does.

Komaeda's eyes flutter open, his bird form disappearing and his skin returning. You press a hand to your eyes, crying into them. He's alive. Komaeda's alive. He's... alive.

You throw your arms around him as he sits up, knocking him back down. Your tears drench his shoulder, and Komaeda laughs breathily. You smack him gently at the sound of his laugh, but he only wraps his arms around you. His words comfort you, whispering about how he was alive and how you had done so well. He had found you.

"I found you," Komaeda peels himself from you, wiping your tears with a smile.

"You- hic, found me- hic," you sob.

"I found you," Komaeda laughs, running his hand down your head, humming gently against your skin.

Once your crying calms, Komaeda presses a kiss to your cheek, licking at the salty remains on your skin.

"Mng," You pull away from him.

"Dove," Komaeda hums. "Your curse is gone."

"Ah?" You stare at him. "That's... wonderful. Thank you."

Monokuma takes the form of a star, and the two of you turn to face him.

"Right," You stand up, reaching for the scarecrow. "Thank you, Turnip." You press a kiss to his cheek. "For helping us."

Komaeda wraps his arms around you with a pout on his face. Magic swirls around the scarecrow, the wooden limbs turning into human ones, and his height decreasing. "Ah," he turns to face you. "Thank you for breaking the curse. I'm Prince Naegi, thank you for saving me. The curse would break with a true love's kiss."

You feel Komaeda whine on your shoulder.

"I'll be heading back now," he bows. "To put an end to this war once and for all. I'll see you all again soon."

You watch the prince disappear before your eyes, and Komaeda turns you by the waist to face Monokuma.

"Will you be leaving now?" You reach for the star.

"... can I stay," You can't see it, but you can hear the pout in his voice.

"Yeah," You smile. "Of course you can."

Under the darkened clouds, bomber planes soar. The clouds don't rain or strike, but the darkness is worrying. Underneath the bomber, the grass plains have recovered from the war. Nature heals itself, the wildflowers spreading over the new soil. The colors of blue and pink set you at peace. Over the prairie, the fireflies glitter and glow, and you turn your head.

"Dove," Komaeda smiles, handing you a cup of tea. "What are you staring at?"

"The field," You press a kiss to his jaw and take the cup from him.

"Do you want to visit it?" He tilts his head.

"No," You glance down again. "Just admiring."

"Would you like to dance again?" Komaeda sets his cup on the floor, reaching to take yours.

"Don't let go, please?" You let him take the cup, and he smiles.

"That's a given, love," Komaeda hoists himself onto the railing, and he takes your hand, throwing you into the air.

Above the clouds, the stars and moon watch your every move. The glow from the moon coats both of you in white, hugging and wrapping her arms around you. While the moon does that, the stars gossip and collect stories to tell the sun. That's there's a love so pure that even the fallen stars decided to stay with them. That the dance was so beautiful that it drove the moon to tears.

Komaeda laughs with you under the night sky. He spins you in his arms, never once letting go of your hand. You're dazzling. He couldn't think of loving anyone but you. That was just how you were. The blessing that seemed to fall out from the heavens and promise him hope. That's just what you were. A dove promising him peace with himself in the future.

"Thinking of something?" You spin in his arms.

"Thinking of you," He smiles.

"Ah," you laugh breathily. "How sweet."

"Only for you," He pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Only for you."

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Eclipse (Part 12) - "Sequester"

Next chapter is another of my favourites - But this one has Rolan living life to the max!

Ao3 Link

“My dear, Tav. It has been too long.”

You had passed through the portal with Lúthien, glad to see that your old friend Rolan was still in charge of Ramazith’s Tower. You remembered the day he took over so many years ago, surpassing the Elven wizard and becoming master. He’d tried to play it off humbly, speaking about how the tower had always been destined for him and you’d smiled as he’d then gone on to have no idea how anything worked around him. Now, he seemed much more competent.

“Rolan, you really need to do something about the projection at the door. It has about three phrases and none of them work if you have even so much as a slight accent,” you lectured before wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly. The long-needed contact with someone almost brought all of your emotions to the forefront, and it took a lot of your focus not to unload everything on to him instantly.

He laughed, his tail whipping around you both involuntarily, and he quickly pulled himself back from your grasp with a slight blush of his already scarlet tinted cheeks directed away from your smile. “Well, a projected image is required. It can’t be expected that I’m to be downstairs with the common rabble, can it?”

“You’re just as terrible as you used to be.” You smirked before noticing Lúthien out of the corner of your eye trying to pull a book from a throne shaped collection. “Really? That’s what you’ve spent the years doing?” Looking at the literary seating, you motioned for your daughter to find something else to investigate.

Rolan noticed where your gaze lay and chuckled before walking in its direction, his presence enough to cause Lúthien to scarper. “Well, a wizard needs his hobbies when the drive to carry out research is dwindling.”

You sighed, curious about what other random artistic displays he had come up with over the years here. It reminded you of a day with Gale where, in a rare moment of downtime, he had spent hours on a spell to arrange all his star charts onto the ceiling, creating a replica of the stars in the sky. You’d asked why he hadn’t just conjured them as normal, only to be told this was something essential to his research. It hadn’t been; he had just been experiencing a rare bout of boredom.

“But Tav, I suspect you are not here to complain about the service at the front desk or about my choices of pastime. What brings you to me after all these months? Waterdeep missing wizards of my calibre?”

“But of course,” you playfully said, having missed the time with your friend.

“As I suspected. The quality of Blackstaff has been slipping since that debacle all those years- “ He realised his poor choice of words as he saw the sight of your body language bristle. He didn’t need to say any exact details, as there had been so few accidents in the history of the academy. “Ah, my apologies.”

You nodded, knowing he didn’t mean any harm. He just had a habit of forgetting himself sometimes. “It’s actually that debacle I’m here about.”

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Gale was growing increasingly frustrated at the projection in front of him as it ignored his requests. He spoke slowly and deliberately, trying to get it to acknowledge what he was saying. “I…need…to…”

“Welcome back, valued customer,” it interrupted in Rolan’s cheerful tone.

“Oh, for the love of…” sighed Gale tiredly. “We’re not going to get anywhere at this rate.”

Shadowheart stood under the stairs, looking towards a woman who was whispering to the other customers. “Gale, perhaps that is who we need to speak to.”

He rubbed at his brow, taking his eyes off the projected image. Why couldn’t they just hire a real person to help? It would be much more effective and less time consuming, he thought to himself, raising his eyes to the ceiling above him. An essential incantation. He noticed star charts hung above him, the curling parchments overlapping, the smell of the ink on the papers, and with it, he heard the sigh of a woman. Taking his eyes from the unnecessary art, he saw her smile and knew from then on that he wanted to create stars for her and for her alone.

“Welcome back, valued customer.”

The charts were gone as he looked back up and remembered where he was; another memory placed. “Well, it can’t be any worse a solution than this.” He relaxed his shoulders and followed Shadowheart to the back of the store with a hope of finding the answers to what the crown was and how it could be used for their benefit.

---

Mystra sat amused at the spectacle before her, that all her pawns were again in the same place. Never could a mortal go against fate, and it was fate that was bringing them together, her control of the weave pushing the pieces around as if they stood on a lanceboard of her creation. She had spoken to Elminster about her wishes, and although he had not questioned her, he had also not been as willing to follow orders as he had in previous generations. Too many times had she been asked about why she wanted not only the crown, but Gale and the child as well, and each question she had batted away with annoyance. What did it matter to him why? All that should matter is that it was her will.

A cruel smile emerged on her lips as she thought of Gale by her side, his astral form embodied with hers once more. She had missed this sensation, this feeling of being alive. It was one thing to live for eternity, but another to experience it, and few would ever understand the demands that came with immortality. She watched as Gale heard of the book that would tell him all he needed, as he walked up the stairs with a new determination in his eyes. Her gaze turned to the child as it stepped towards the portal, ready to leave the sanctum of the tower, moments away from meeting its fate.

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Rolan had tried for some time to get the crystal ball to work for you. He’d conjured up images of others with ease, even letting you see Avernus for a moment and one of his tiefling contacts which fought there. But Gale had not appeared at all, the magic artefact instead glowing lightly before the shadows set in once again.

“And the sending spells no longer work, you say?”

You nod your head knowing that all these factors together mean one thing: that Gale is gone. Despite everything, the spells, the words, the distance travelled to be with him; you had lost him again. Your mind tried to tear itself in two. It wanted you to break down and accept the harsh reality in front of you, for you to have to return to Waterdeep without him and ultimately lose all hope, but a small part of your heart refused those truths; not until you had heard it directly from the one responsible, from Mystra herself.

You barely spoke as again the crystal ball went dark and Rolan took it for his collection. It was Lúthien, hurrying to the portal, excited for the next destination, that caused you to say something. “Thank you, Rolan.”

He smiled with sympathy before he spoke with care to you. “Tav, do not lose hope. My life has not always been one of constant success. You may not even believe this, but I, too, had my share of failings.”

His words caused you to let out a light scoff and nod in agreement. They may not have been much, but they were enough to let your hope simmer deep down.

“Oh, before you leave. Maybe the young girl would like a souvenir of her time at the tower?” He knelt, signalling to Lúthien for her to collect something from him, and she ran over with enthusiasm.

You were not sure what he handed to her as he waved his hands around in a mock magic trick, pulling something dark from behind her ear, but you appreciated the gesture, nonetheless; that this small moment would be one that all of you would remember fondly.

---

Gale walked past the portals and stood casually as Astarion picked the lock behind him. “Knock would be much more effective, my dear.”

Astarion scowled as the first lockpick snapped in his hand. “Maybe so, love, but it’d also have every person in here looking at us.” The lock clicked, allowing the vampire to open the door. “Besides, knock would mean the absence of these delicate hands.”

Gale moved aside, allowing his companions to enter the small room now accessible to them and gave a thankful smile to Astarion for his help in this task. After everything that they’d been through together, he was grateful that any of them were willing to indulge him in the way they were. It would have been so much easier to just reach the Absolute and detonate the orb, and yet they were willing to going to such extremes for him; now breaking and entering a magically enforced vault. He followed them and carefully closed the door behind him, ignoring the prickling of the weave that brought goosebumps to his arms.

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She could not believe her own eyes as the young girl turned back to Rolan, missing the opportunity to exit the portal and run into Gale. Fate again had gone against Mystra’s will. The goddess of magic herself, again being made a fool of in her own domain. She clicked her fingers, allowing the spark of magic to flicker in her eyes, a volcano erupting in a distant area of Faerûn. As she took a deep breath, she fought against the rising fury and concentrated on finding Elminster, quietly issuing her commands to him. She had not wanted to do this; she had wanted to remain an observer, but now it was becoming too late. Speaking to Gale herself would be her only option.

---

Lúthien ran out ahead of you from the portal, her hand held out in front of her with the small black coin. She paused, looking at the metal door which stood closed nearby, and then shook her head like she was being bothered by a tiny insect.

Asking her if everything was okay was met with a nod before she hopped down the stairs one by one and you glanced at the door before following her, ignoring the familiar warmth that brought goosebumps to your arms.

---

His insane laughter could be heard far and wide as the tiefling called for the child, handing her the soul coin and distracting her for just enough time for Gale to leave the upper floor of Sorcerous Sundries. Oh, how he enjoyed this game, with no purpose other than to stand in Mystra’s way.

“Three petty thieves standing in a row; one chose sword, another chose bow. One petty thief with magic in her eyes; fell and chose love, which then brought lies.”

He cackled as a volcano erupted, knowing that the eyes of the other gods would be drawn to her. Was the Lady of Magic losing her touch? Was it time for someone else to step in and take up the mantle? All this frustration over a simple mortal brought him such glee, and he stood from his throne; his arm held out in front of him to the nothingness of the chambers. His audience of trophies watched over him as he saw himself as the lord of his own manor; everything there, a witness to his magnificence.

He spoke with a faux chivalry in his tone. “Mystra, my dear. May I have this dance?”

“Never. For my heart belongs to another!” A high-pitched voice came from his lips, a mockery of the goddess.

He lowered his arm, his delight turning to anger, and the flames of his eyes burnt brighter with the rage. “You dare to choose someone else when I am here!?” His voice rose into a yell, and he hit out aggressively before falling forward onto the naked cobblestones beneath him.

Growling a little tune, he slowly got back up to his feet before returning to his throne, a creation to seat his own madness.

“Three petty thieves living in the sky; one chose magic, the other to die. One petty thief with madness in his eyes; born into chaos, cursed only with lies.”

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