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betweentheracks · 4 years

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On a scale of 1-5000, how annoyed do you get when people have the gall to tell you, “Wow! You’re so lucky!” when they find out that you work in entertainment and with celebrities?

Also on a scale of 1-5000, how unimpressed are you with the celebrities you end up working with?

Please share some horror stories so we can commiserate over nightmare clients! 😂

Yeef and also yikes, do I actually want to dive into this particular can of worms? Lmao.

I thoroughly see spots of red in my vision whenever people try to do the whole “Wow, that’s really cool and lucky for you! How many famous people have you met or worked with? Your life must be so glamorous and exciting!!” Like please, spare me. It isn’t glitz and glitter all the time - in fact, the fun parts are in the minority of how working in this industry goes. Beyond that, I’m not ‘lucky,’ I worked my ass off to pull this off and have never slowed my pace (until this COVID-19 chaos) to ensure my post remains relevant. In accordance to your ranking, I guess I would go with 4999 points annoyed.

Frankly, my rating and impressions of my clients are like a river that flows on and on and yet there is no apparent water to be found. I have a good rapport with most of the ones I am contracted with exclusively, but they're prone to make my feelings change from sentence to the next. Celebrities will forever remain exhaustively effervescent.

If you really want some dish, I can offer up some from a client I once worked with in my apprenticeship and how much I hate the time I had to spend with her while also retaining a sense of gratitude for helping shape me into someone that can withstand some of the prickly goings-on of the industry. She wasn’t even my client, as I was merely apprenticing and therefore was little more than a ghost that shadowed one of the veterans of our company. I’m highlighting this now before diving into the thick of what was the worst week in my career thus far because it is extremely important to keep in mind that I was under no actual obligation to work with this woman.

Ahem, so, story time! Let me start off with first making it clear that even now I will only work with actresses and actors when I have no viable means of refusal. This is simply a preference of mine and stems mostly from this woman’s behaviors and treatments of me and some of the crew I worked with at the time. I was quite young when I entered my apprenticeship, like barely more than 20, and I was simultaneously accustomed and starstruck by the world I was entering. Before the apprenticeship, I had already been working off and on via temporary contracts and commissions as a MUA at the time, so I knew the ends and outs of the place and the people that worked my end of it. However, I hadn’t worked with many clients one on one as either a MUA or as an aspiring wardrobe stylist. Due to this I was still very green and awkward and hadn’t yet figured out the line between casual and professional (to this day, for me, this line is nearly nonexistent) and I tended to make a mess whenever I opened my mouth so mostly I kept quiet and melded into my role as an observing trainee with occasionally useful ideas but was mostly just an extra pair of hands. The stylist I was shadowing was, in a word, cumbersome. They weren’t a very great teacher and had a tendency to drop projects into my lap without much proper instruction or insight and would leave me to attempt making sense of what was wanted by means of vision boards and client portfolios. In much a similar fashion, when a scheduling conflict came up involving the actress which will star in this tale and another more major artist; naturally, he had to see to the client he had a more tangible contract with and stuck me with wrangling our golden girl.

Within the first 4 sentences of our first exchange as stylist and client I hated her immensely. She was the type of client I abhor to work with; overbearing and demanding, thankless and impatient. She was in the midst of her career finally catching some interest which is the most pivotal time in any celebrity’s career and I like to think she was so bitchy and just plain mean due to the stress and pressure she was under but it doesn’t make what happened any more justifiable. Her immediate and first words to me were, “You’re young and clueless enough to be my baby sister. Whatever authority you think you can have in dictating what I wear ended with the sound of the door opening when you stepped in, get that straight now.” I remember this extremely clearly because I went from gobsmacked to incensed within the time it takes to pop the top on a can of soda. But! I knew at least enough to know to keep my mouth shut and temper my immediate dislike of this person and tried to push forward and steer the conversation in the direction of what her ideal style and presentation should be. It went well enough for all of an hour tops before she domed me again by calling me “baby sis” in place of my name. As I am, in fact, the baby sis of my family I am well aware of when a power play is being maneuvered in on me and spotted this for what it was: her trying to remind me that I had no right to be speaking to her, let alone designing her. This was a culmination of her being upset and put out that she wasn’t chosen by my mentoring stylist and was stuck with someone that had basically no merits behind her.

Calling me this wasn’t really an issue for me, but it did chafe against my skin enough to make me feel uncomfortable and anxious. Still, I let it slide and she continued to call me as such for the duration of our time together. The true horror of this story is what comes next and the escalation from minor verbal insults meant to belittle me fanned into blatant sabotage. She and I had come to a sort of estranged agreement when it came to modeling her vision board - she wanted to retain some traces of her perceived sweet and demure self from when she was cast in her first role, but play up the maturity and grace she held now and have it reinvented into timeless class while holding a touch of being chic. It was a headache to make sense of since, from a the perspective of fashion and trends at that time, this wasn’t the ideal and even seemed counterintuitive to someone in her position and of her age. I went along with it and threw myself into the quest to pull from the brands she mentioned liking most and for days I learned firsthand how exhausting and tedious it is to make acquisitions and swear responsibilities/accountabilities one after the other and put my name and my company on the line. I handpicked every item and steadily managed to pull off forming my second ever ensemble of 4 sets of styles each with 2 or 3 substitution items that could alter the look entirely while still remaining within the realm of what the client had asked for. I worked upward of 13 hours for 4 days and when I finally was able to bring the client to her showroom and present my designs, I was only able to feel relieved for mere minutes before she began to yell and make a scene. She demanded my supervisor and the head of the styling department of our company both come to tend to her and see what a mockery I had made of her ideal image. She went on to use her acting quirks to insinuate that I had gone off half-cocked and overruled her every idea and word and then dared to present her with such low quality fashions. She even managed to produce a vision board that was entirely different from the one she and I had planned together! It was obviously done by herself and lacked the detailed attention any of the stylists housed in our company would have added, but it was convincing enough to appear damning.

At this point my head was in a weird place, trying to make sense of the perilous world I was throwing myself into and the fact that this was actually happening to me at all and wasn’t just me daydreaming while watching daytime dramas. After I worked through that initial shock, I was more than mad but less than enraged. I was confused as to why this client was being so purposefully obstinate and difficult for me, even briefly wondered what sort of grievance I could have possibly cost her when I had only just met her and had done my utmost to seem cool and pro like all the seasoned stylists I had worked with. I thought I was going to lose my job and have to go back to my family with my tail between my legs and tell them they were right and I never should have strayed from my original course and career path. I only became aware that I was crying, like big fat tears that made a mess of my face and were embarrassing to the point that I wanted to flee, because my supervisor had given me his handkerchief. It was at this point that I teetered and looked deeply at the person accusing me and wasting my time and efforts and realized that it wasn’t about me and was only ever about her. This moment of clarity, though, was like the opening of a gate I had been clinging to all week in hopes of keeping all my spurned senses quietly simmering beneath my skin rather than wreck my name and finish off my chances before they truly begun. I very rudely told my supervisor and the department head that if they needed proof of my hardwork and dedication to the vision of a thoughtless actress caught in the weeds of her own wilting fame then they were free to examine my copy of the original vision board and compare it with the one she had; that they could check through the 15 or so LORs under my name and in her stead (both names are featured for security means). Anyway, she was attempting to spill a stain across our company and specifically the stylist in charge of me for blowing her off. Her idea was that if I failed in a big way it would make him look like a horrible mentor and cost him some of his reputation. I was merely cannon fodder.

This got insanely long - let’s put it up to me also being a storyteller and writer as well as very passionate about this encounter. It sparked the timid embers of my uncertain pursuit of my career into a fire that has since gotten me through many other rounds of hard hitting clients and their excessive personalities and entitled arrogance. I love my job a lot, but man is this industry full of bullies.

#peekbackstage #style asks #style speak #anyway now i adamantly avoid working with the acting crowd and my life is a lot more simple

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diegolabhont · 4 years

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I didn't mean to fall in love with you

Chapter One

Book: Queen B - Choices (Universe)

Pairing: Poppy Min-Sinclair x Trans!Male MC (Beck Hughes)

Genre: None (in this post, al least)

Rating: Anyone can read it, really.

This is me trying to write by and for the Trans community, specially FTM community, meaning, trans guys, but I actually took the liberty to use They/them pronouns for everyone out there who´s interested (Also, the name Beck was the most neutral one I could find, trying to use the cannon Bea Hughes)

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Can someone explain to her how a person who claims to be so disinterested in the ranking was magically climbing to the top twenty?

Poppy didn’t buy it for a second, she always knew Beck were going to be a pain in her ass ever since the first time she saw them looking at her as if they weren’t impressed, but she wasn’t fully aware of how much.

“You don’t have to worry about them, Poppy” Chloe said while the strawberry blonde retouch her make up in the mirror inside her own room. “Beck is just a dude”

“Transphobia much, Chloe?” Veronica murmured playfully, wanting to start drama among her streaming fans.

“No! What I'm saying is… Beck's brain works as a regular dude, right? How much smart can they be?”

“Ha! That´s rich coming from you” Veronica laughed.

Both girls started a discussion about related shit, Beck’s brain, hormones and else while Poppy put on the mascara. Completely silent, thinking.

She treated Beck as a common enemy, she attacked them just like she would to any other lost lamb trying to be the wolf but it was not enough. Even one of those plans exploded in her own face: ruining and breaking Beck's guitar caused that they not only get a flashy and beautiful new one, but sang side by side with the one and only Jaylen Riaz, making a huge performance. Even better than hers, which was something painful and humiliating at the same time, especially after Veronica told her Beck’s YouTube channel had a followers increase, making them even more popular.

Chloe was right on something: Beck’s brain worked like a dude, and if she had learned something was that men in general were manipulable. Take a look at Michael, he was dumb as hell. Liam was a douchebag. Luis, Ford… well, they… they´re there. The only golden boy among them was Carter, and yet, he wasn´t that hard, she just gave him what he wanted in that party and after that, everything ran smoothly.

And that´s what she needed.

Poppy´s look changed, her eyes sparkled in a very malicious way and a smile crossed her face for a split second. She now had a plan, and unexpectedly, it was a Chloe attribution.

“Maybe if we accused them of cheating…?” Chloe suggested, but Poppy knew better.

“That won´t be necessary, Chlo” Poppy intervened for the first time in a while, making both girls look at her intrigued. They knew Poppy, and the little smile she had on her lips as she applied lipstick was a proof. The blonde was onto something juicy. Veronica ended the live and awaited. “Beck will be mine.”

~~X~~

It was kinda lame to her, but finding Beck completely alone under the football stands playing guitar was at least convenient. They were an eye candy from the start, that was a fact. The way that white t-shirt embraced their body was something else to see, her mind went back to the second time she saw them. The sassy rock star kind of look Beck had, even the haircut was perfect, Poppy knew that was a Zoey Wade signature and she kinda thanked her for it. Beck was damn fine, that fact made easier her plan to be honest.

“You know… You do pass pretty well as a man”

Beck stopped playing, literally frozen in place as a statue.

“What did you just say?” Their tone of voice was cold, almost insulted. Did she just get it wrong? No, she´s never wrong. A Queen can´t be wrong, especially a Min-Sinclair queen.

“It was a compliment, Farmsville” she said, rolling her eyes.

“That´s not a compliment” Beck chuckled, putting the guitar aside. “I mean, I don´t mind, but if you are going to use that to the trans community… It~ may not end well” Poppy frowned, a little pissed off. She was doing an effort, no-one had ever heard a compliment from her and this little sh… “But thanks.” Beck offered her a sweet smile a second before turn it into a mocking one. “You do pass pretty well as a woman, too”

“Go fuck yourself!”

“And now she gets it!” They started laughing, making her really angry. Poppy walked away fuming, her head up high and a killer look murdering anyone who dare crossing ways with her.

That stupid ASSHOLE. Did they THINK they could disrespect her?! To HER! She was the number ONE, the fucking RULER of the entire school. Beck was lucky enough to be in her radar and they just throw stupid shit like that!

“To be fair… I did say it first”

“I thought it was a COMPLIMENT” She fight against herself. “What am I? Some trans expert?!”

“No… But I can be. I mean, to destroy my enemy…”

“I have to know them...”

Even thought she was still mad about it, Poppy tapped wildly though her phone. She needed to do something, and she knew just the thing.

“It´s ON, jackass”

~~X~~

POV: Beck

Top fifteen. Everyone was losing their shit because they were now top twenty and Beck... Well... They just didn´t want it.

And yeah, sure, that was kinda good. The students in Belvoire had begun to pay attention to their music as well, Beck even caught a few of them listen to songs Beck wrote and some other cover as well. Their art was taking off and that was awesome, don't get it wrong, that was something Beck wanted for so long, but...

They were afraid.

What if it was because of the stupid ranking?

What if Beck just wasn´t that good, and the only thing people would want was that Beck who studded up against Poppy Min-Sinclaire and lived to tell? Even Zoey, she was talking about popularity, Belvoire elite, and some “Person to watch-out” or shit Award which yes, was huge! But… Beck really was afraid that it was Beck who puts the music high and not backwards.

What if…

What if Poppy really messes all up?

“You know… You do pass pretty well as a man”

Poppy´s words in their mind caught Beck off guard. What was her deal anyway? She came and said some weird shit, and...

Actually, everything in that interaction was weird as fuck. And not just that, Beck meet Taylor by accident later that day in the ice cream shop, they both talked a little and they found out she had a big crush onto some random guy Beck didn´t knew before.

Of course Beck was the matchmaker! They even helped her by carrying those stupid anti-diarrheic pills to the lion´s den. Ok, yes, maybe~ Beck should´ve had given them to someone and not just let them in the front door… But it wasn´t their fault that The T found out!! Poppy was losing it, and of course it was them to blame.

Why can´t they just have a normal life… with normal problems… and not… this?

“I´m dead… I´m actually dead…” Beck thought while burying their head on their hands, tired.

“Beck? Hello? I assume you heard the details of the assignment.”

“What?”

“Ehm… Yeah! Totally” Beck said with a “confident” smile that nobody believed in, Professor Roberta even frowned before going back to the lecture, while Beck tried uselessly to catch something about the assignment from their classmates´ laptops. She hated Beck anyway, but it wasn´t good news to be always in her bad side.

“Shit! Shit! Shit! … What did she say?”

“Mass comm is all about reaching people far and wide, so this project is meant to give the voiceless in our own community a voice by…”

A penetrant gaze nailed their nape, giving them chills. Beck immediately looked for that one hawk over them and not to their surprise the person found on the other side was that deadly beauty called Poppy Min-Sinclair, watching Beck as they´re a prey. Feeling really drove up the wall, Beck winked playfully at her, expecting her to look away or some rude expression towards them.

But no.

Scaring the shit out of them, Poppy actually smiled back at Beck. A sweet, flirty smile that left them feeling their heart racing as crazy and their cheeks burning red, her dark eyes so into theirs that all their system collapsed... What was happening?

“Earth to Beck!”

Professor Roberta yelled, making Beck jump a little in their sit, breaking all eye contact between them both. When did Beck turn their body completely to watch Poppy? Of course the professor was mad, Beck was practically giving her their back! As faster as they could, Beck took the right seat, being even more embarrassed now while Poppy let go a chuckle, they could hear her from any other laughter just as clearly as if she were so close.

“Oh, sorry. I… Sorry”

“Find your community service project partner please” Professor said. Beck gathered their things and head into the aisle, looking around, praying to find someone whiling to work with them and, mainly, explain to them what was that project about. The thing was everyone had already a partner. Everyone except for…

The strawberry blonde was gazing Beck as sure as someone who´s waiting for this chance can be. Smiling that same smile that caused them to feel butterflies in their stomach… Beck wasn´t sure if they were aroused… or scared.

“Professor Roberta… I need a new partner” Beck practically begged. “I´m sorry. I just can´t work with Poppy.”

The pretty but odd teacher was about to say something. Something bad based on the expression on her face, but a perfect made-up laughter cut her words, as Beck was feeling how a soft and warm hand hooked to their arm.

“Nonsense, professor! I am pretty sure we´ll be working just fine.” Poppy said, a relaxed expression drawn on her porcelain face. “Let´s go, Hughes.”

Ok, Beck was now scared. As both of them walked out the classroom, Beck´s brain was running wild, thinking about every and each form Poppy could use to disappear them from the face of the earth. Ironic, Beck survived Farmsville but they´ll be totally done in New York. Ha! Life hates them.

“Listen, I know what you are thinking…”

Really?

“... but the last thing I need right now is having my GPA taken away. So I´ve already figured it all out. We´re doing an animal shelter commercial for our project. I can ask daddy to borrow the equipment and crew”

“Didn´t think of you as a daddy person” Beck laughed, a little more repose.

“Shut the fuck up, Farmsville. This will be easy, so all I need you to do is… Oh my god.”

Poppy stared at her phone completely in shock, color draining from her face as it was sucked by a dementor.

“I have to go. We can figure out the deets later, I´ll text you where to meet me”

Then, she just left. Beck took a deep breath and let out a hiss.

“Gosh, this school is going to kill me!”

They said, who would have thought a class could be so much?

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#queen b choices #choices #trans #ftm #poppy x mc #malemc #poppy min sinclair #bea hughes #Beck Hughes #choices stories you play #choices poppy #choices queen b mc #mc x poppy

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rochiomaru · 3 years

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Writing a story inspired by the song My Demons by Starset. It's basically a string of head cannons that I think about when listening to that particular song.... I think Doffy is cruel, but had a lot of layers underneath that fuel his actions. Just wanted to share.

MY DEMONS

I can’t see anything because the villagers are too cowardly to look us in the eyes. They blindfolded us when they took us from the shack we have been staying in. I can’t see them, but I can hear the violent and hateful words they scream at us.

I can feel the heat of the fire from the villagers burning my skin. The rough stone is digging into my back as I hang against it for, god knows, how many hours now. My arms hurt so much from the ropes that are cutting into flesh. I’m bleeding and aching from countless cuts and bruises all over my body.

Why are they doing this? Why are they so mad at us? We haven’t done anything to any of them. I can hear them yelling about things they said we did, but it’s not true!

I’m crying. Crying for so many things. For the things I lost. My home, my security, my status, my mother… MOTHER!

I can hear my baby brother crying and I want to reach out and save him so much, but I can’t even save myself. I’m so tired of the pain. My stomach hurts from hunger, my body hurts from too many beatings to remember anymore, my heart hurts from missing my moth… I don’t want to think of her anymore.

My head hurts from the emotions and thoughts that constantly swirl and tell me to do things. To get back at them. I was born better than the scum that is doing this to us. Do they not know their place? We were born as gods and they are mere humans! I hate them! I hate my father for doing this to us! He is the one that brought us here. He is the reason my moth… He is the reason she is not here!

I don’t want to hurt anymore…

Suddenly I feel a burning sensation in my stomach, but it is not bad. It almost feels alive. The sound of the vermin is fading into the background as I can hear an electric humming in my ears and I concentrate on the sensation growing within me.

Then a sound breaks through. My brother screams as one of their arrows pierces him. I can no longer control myself and I begin to scream at the filthy garbage. I will kill them all!!! I will paint the walls with their blood and dance on their graves! The feeling within my stomach consumes me and overflows.

I now understand it is power. I can feel it lash out at the villagers, and their angry shouts become screams of terror and pain. It feels so good and I love it!! I delight in their horror. I begin to laugh while the night becomes filled with the smell of blood and sound of death.

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The next thing I know I can see again, but where am I? Where’s Rosi??? Is he ok? Where are the villagers? I can’t breathe!! All of the pain is gone except for the pain in my chest. I keep gasping for air and just can’t seem to calm myself. I look around and realize that I am in my study, and have been dreaming. I must have dozed off while reading again.

I am covered in sweat and still can’t breathe. I rub my eyes with the palm of my hand and after a couple of seconds realize my glasses are gone! Oh, god! Where are they? No one can see me without them! They’ll know if they see me!

I begin to frantically search for my sunglasses. I knock everything off of the desk and tip over the chair looking for them. No one can know! The thoughts continue to attack my mind until I finally find the glasses where they had fallen under the chase lounge I keep for guests.. I place them back on my face, and only then do I feel as though I can begin to breathe.

I feel my heart begin to slow back to a normal pace and the pain in my chest slowly eases. My head is still filled with the sounds from my dream and I can feel the rage building in my soul again. I realize that I am drowning in my own madness, but I don’t know how to stop the descent.

There are days that I step into my role of god and king that I was born to be. I can close my eyes and remember Mariejois. I have heard the words of “family” members like Trebol and Vergo over the years. I was born better than everyone else. I am destined to be king and am divine.

Though, there are other times as I listen to them and it’s just a facade. I know that my family benefits from me, and I just adore having them close to me. It is these times I have to wonder who is truly pulling the strings among us?

I know that I have imperfections, and should a god be allowed to have any? When I was younger, I would ask Trebol about this and he would tell me not to worry. I know that if he saw my eyes, he would see that I am a monster. Would he still claim I’m divine? Or would he know, as I do, that they are proof of how ugly and imperfect I really am? They are part of why I was cast down from heaven.

The other reason I was thrown into the utter darkness with the vermin of earth is that man I once called my father. I still hate him. Trebol gave me the power to claim vengeance for this betrayal, for the atrocities committed to Roci and me, for my moth…

I still cannot fully bring myself to think of her, or say the word even in my own head…

Once I took my revenge, my beloved brother left me too. I could see the hatred for me in his eyes. Could he not see that I did it for our family? He left me because I killed that man for causing us so much pain. He caused my brother to get hurt and he needed to die! Why couldn’t Rosi understand? Why did Rosi love him more than me? Why didn't Rosi love me?

I blinked a couple of times because the dust in my eyes, I'm sure it's just dust, is making them burn.

It is days like today I think of this and the insanity threatens to swallow me whole. The voices scream in my head for blood and violence and death. However, I know that there are vultures circling and waiting for me to slip. To abandon my true self, so they can pick at the carrion of my soul. They want me to lose my colors, so they can crush me forever and finish the work the villagers started. I know in my heart, if I fully break and lose control, I will die or be killed.

I just want a family. I don’t want to hurt anymore. I want the dreams to stop. I want to be safe, but there is no safety for a monster. I must be a monster, or else why would I be so alone? My “family” says I am divine, but I know the truth.

I pause at that thought, and look at my reflection in the window behind my desk. Only the reflection of the sunglasses look back. Slowly the last of these troubling thoughts fade away until they are locked back into the darkness. I silently hope the dreams stay away, so they can remain sealed forever.

A cruel smile finds its way onto my face as my mind falls into place. I can feel that power rolling in my core again and I turn from the window with my rose colored glasses in place. I take my feathered coat and place it on my royal shoulders before heading out of the study to meet with the executives to discuss business for the day.

I am no longer a Celestial Dragon, nor a broken child. I am now a Heavenly Demon here to bring sweet destruction to the world. I will stand atop of everything and rule with an iron fist, as I was born to do. No one will ever hurt me, or those I love again. If they try, I promise to rain such torment and chaos that the world will be consumed in flames, and I will simply laugh in the pyre.

I am Donquixote Doflamingo, and I am god.

#donquixote doflamingo #my Demons #drabbles #song fic

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remedialpotions · 5 years

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Oh number 6 please! You do angsty stuff the best! Maybe something with the war? After it? During it? Whatever you go with for the word will be fab anyway!

Thank you! This definitely got pretty angsty and more Ron-centric than Ron/Hermione but I hope you like it! 💕

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hiraeth - a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past

Ron was not exactly picky where he slept. He had never understood all the fuss over lush pillows and silky satin sheets; he had slept with the same Chudley Cannons blanket since the age of seven, and it had suited him just fine for ten years. He had also been perfectly happy to spend the night, for weeks on end, in a sleeping bag on the unyielding wooden floor of his brother’s cottage. He always sort of felt that when push came to shove, he could pretty much sleep anywhere.

But he couldn’t sleep here.

The Burrow was still standing, strictly speaking. There were signs of spell damage, charred streaks on the walls and overturned furniture, and all of the food in the scullery had gone rancid, but the bones of the house were still there; the thing had not toppled over completely. Strange, though, because it felt so cold when they all first stepped inside. Back in Scotland it had been uncharacteristically warm and sunny, verging on hot, even, but the Burrow had gone cold in a way it never had before.

So they’d all gotten back to the house, and Ron’s dad had briefly assessed the damage and then begun dutifully picking up the shards of shattered dishes on the floor - not for long, though, because Bill and Percy had exchanged a glance and then pushed him out of the way, insisting on tidying up themselves. Charlie had gone into the sitting room to heft the bookcase back into place. Ron’s mum and George were still back at Hogwarts, unwilling to leave Fred behind.

And Ron, flanked on either side by his two best friends - or rather, his best friend and his almost-girlfriend (he hoped, at least), had drank in the sight of his childhood home, hungrily, searching for something he could no longer find.

His parents weren’t messy or unclean people by any means - his mum was always bustling about, casting cleaning spells and sweeping the floors - but the Burrow had always been prone to clutter. It was inevitable in a house of that many people. Stacks of cookbooks always lined the windowsills and parchments boasting particularly impressive OWL results were plastered the cupboards and yet now, even though the Weasleys had likely not had time to pack up everything they treasured before their escape to Aunt Muriel’s, it seemed quite bare. Devoid of everything that had once given it personality and heart.

Ron had found his legs carrying him toward the stairs, which were coated in a thin, even layer of dust. Vaguely he realized that his hand and Hermione’s had locked together, and he didn’t know who had reached for whom. He also hadn’t thought it mattered.

The stairs had creaked and groaned under the weight of the three of them, the wood cracking and splintering. Doors on each landing were left ajar; Ginny’s bed was left unmade. All Ron wanted was his own bed, and the trip up to the top floor had never taken so long.

Finally, he had reached the landing. The little placard on the door reading Ronald’s Room was still there. It had been there for years and years, so long he had stopped noticing it, but he couldn’t remember now where it had even come from. He wouldn’t have made it himself; he hated being called Ronald. It seemed like something Percy would have done - labeling everyone’s stuff, everyone’s space, putting people in their place.

He wanted to rip it down.

“Oh, Ron,” said Hermione urgently as he reached for the doorknob, “maybe you should-“

But before he could really register her voice, he turned it, and he had barely pushed the door open an inch when an acrid smell like a moldy drain smacked him in the face. Stumbling back, he slammed the door shut again.

The ghoul. He’d forgotten about the bloody ghoul.

“Well,” stammered Harry, “we can just - like - put him back into the attic, can’t we? And do some charms for the smell?”

Ron shook his head, so many words fighting to escape his throat that none of them did. There was no way Harry could know - to him, the ghoul was just the thing that made noise in the attic whenever he came to stay - but it was not so easy to just banish it back to its original home. Dealing with the ghoul was the twins’ thing, it had taken both of them to accomplish the task of dressing it in pajamas in the first place. And now Fred was gone - Ron closed his eyes against the thought, he’d seen it but he still couldn’t believe it - and there was no quick and easy way to put things back how they’d been.

“Forget it,” said Ron, Hermione’s hand still in his as he moved to the stairs again. “I’ll just sleep on the sofa, it’s fine. I don’t care.”

But he had been lying on that same sofa for hours now, and he just couldn’t. He knew that if he would just do as Harry had done, and down a dose of Dreamless Sleep, that he might find some respite from the anxious whirring in his head, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead he let himself fidget, tossing and turning on a sofa that he had not remembered being so cramped and stiff and scanning the room to find just one solitary little thing that hadn’t changed.

The whole time they’d been out searching for Horcruxes, he had just wanted to come back home. Even after he’d pulled his head out of his arse and returned to them, he had missed it: his mum’s cooking, the petrified gnome atop the Christmas tree, the clucking of the chickens and the sweet scent of the apple orchard. And now he was back, and none of it was here. Fred was gone, and George was a mess and Mum was a mess and they were all messes and none of it was ever going to be how it was. Nine months ago, he had Apparated away from an ambush, and he hadn’t known then that he would never really return.

The stairs creaked again. Ron rolled over on the sofa, the soles of his feet crammed uncomfortably against the armrest, and then sat up. From inside the kitchen, something glowed - not a wavering, flickering glow from a lantern, but steady and bright like from a wand. Both out of curiosity and a concern that they there may still be Death Eaters at large, he pulled his wand out from under the cushion he was using for a pillow and padded cautiously into the kitchen.

It was not a Death Eater, just Hermione (not that she was just Hermione, she had not been just Hermione to him for years now), kneeling on the work surface with her lit wand held aloft and her head inside a cupboard. If he called out to her, he’d probably startle her and cause her to fall, so instead he approached until he suspected he was in her peripheral vision.

“What’re you doing up there?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

She started, a bit, then relaxed. “I couldn’t sleep,” she explained as she peered down at him. “I just thought I’d make tea.”

“Get down from there, I’ll get it.”

He set his hands on her hips to help her, and as her feet touched the floor, her eyes darted up to his, then away. He swallowed; Merlin, he wanted to kiss her again.

“Tea’s usually in here,” he said instead, opening the cupboard next to the one she had open, only to find it contained a glass jar of flour, some dried cherries (with fruit flies swarming in the air around them), and not one single tea bag. “Oh. Guess not.”

Likely they’d just run out in those tense final days before going into hiding. Or his mum had grabbed the last box of the earl grey on her way out the door - it had been her favorite, last time he’d been around enough to know things like that. Or maybe he was just remembering wrong. He reached up and opened another cabinet, but that one just had a big tub of uncooked porridge, and the next one was completely empty, so he dropped to his knees and checked under the sink, but there was just an empty jug of Mrs. Skower’s All-Purpose Magical Mess Remover and a big pile of rags.

He slammed the door shut; his legs didn’t quite feel strong enough to stand. You’re just knackered, he told himself. You just need sleep.

Small, cool hands rested on his shoulders. “It’s fine,” said Hermione gently. “I don’t really need it. I’ll just make hot water and lemon-“

“The lemons‘ve probably all gone off by now,” he muttered.

“Honey, then. That lasts forever.”

Ron sat back on his heels and looked down resentfully at his shaking hands.

“I just want you to have what you want.”

She sat next to him, her arm slipping through his. “It’s really fine-“

“It’s not,” he said, his voice oddly strangled. “The tea used to always be in that one cupboard, all right? My parents have lived here for thirty years and nothing’s ever changed, I know that’s where they keep the bloody tea.”

Even as he spoke, the words flooding out of him before he could even hope to stop them, he knew he was wrong. The whole house had been constantly changing from the moment his dad had gotten the wild idea to turn an old pigpen into a home for actual human beings. They’d built room after room, one right on top of the other, with the birth of each child and Ron distinctly remembered, with a lump in his throat, the day his dad fire-proofed the twins’ room after they had set the carpet ablaze.

“Tomorrow,” said Hermione, and Ron craned his neck to look at her, thrown by this sudden shift, “we can get things sorted with the ghoul.”

“I’m not worried about the ghoul.”

“But he can’t stay there forever, can he?” she said reasonably.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, it does.” She squeezed his hand, and he gripped her just as tightly back. “I promise you, we’ll get everything sorted in the morning. It’s - it’ll be all right.”

Their faces were already so close, she needed only to turn her head the slightest bit to brush her lips against his cheek. Her breath fell soft onto his skin as she pulled back, and he moved in to kiss her, as gently and lightly as he could. There didn’t seem to be any need to rush. There was time, now the war had ended, to figure out how to move forward.

He nodded. “Everything’ll be all right.”

#romione #ron weasley #hermione granger #rhr #my writing #obscure word prompts #this made me really sad #and I’m very sorry #don’t worry it’ll feel like home for him again #he’s just struggling right now

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Master List Oct Edition (2/2)

This half contains Yandere Month Special, Classic Undertale Headcanons, Multiple AU asks, other headcanons that didn’t quite fit the first half, and Franstastic-Ideas’ more personal posts

The first half contains AU-centric headcanons excluding UT

Yandere Month—————————————

Oct 3

Frisk is on an ambassador trip?

Mafia Yandare hcs on both our sweet frans ♡

yandare King Sans and his Lady Ambassador!

cryptozoologist frans but ... yandare~

more yandare for me please! have you heard of echofell?

what about Murder Frans (Murder Sans x Frisk)

Ink x Draw? (InkSans x InkFrisk) but yandare???

Yandare Error x Core?

Where do the Horrortale brothers fall in the least to most nuttiest yandere spectrum?

These are my questions about the yandere skeletons [1. reasonability, 2. saying No, etc]

Oct 4

yandere version of the convergence AU?

Any headcanons for yandere storyshift bros.?

yandare lamia??.

Oct 6 - How about a yandare frister?

Oct 9

Haven’t really seen much yandere!G!Sans. Could you do that?

Yandere Headcannons on Nightmare and Dream right?

But, what if a female touched his lady as a platonic gesture? (Yandere!G)

If G!Frisk would somehow found out how Yandere G can be if needed to

Oct 10 - yandere outertale?

Oct 22

yandare cuddles with the swap brothers

What would Yandere Dance be like

Oct 23

So what about a yandere Dusttale sotry

What would Yandere WraithTale Sans do with Rosalyn

Killing is extremely rare and saved for severe occasions in my yandere-verse

Oct 24 - If Chara escaped and Papyrus was unable to find her?

Oct 27 - "he wouldn’t sleep until she was found"

Classic Undertale————————————

Oct 1

imagine Sans never confessing

Frisk and Chara hear a lot of puns and knock-knock jokes from Toriel

why does UT Chara hate humanity?

Does Frisk or Chara have a backstory

thoughts on Asgore and Toriel coming back together

Oct 2 - canon fact or a fan theory, Frisk fell 100 years, after Chara

Oct 3

some papyrus x chara x asriel hcs

chasriel and frans double date?

Oct 4

Frisk and Sans reconcile after getting into an argument?

how about some gaster x frisk x sans hijinks?

Accidentally ripping your pants in front of your S/O

Oct 5

Other than losing Frisk, what does Sans fear?

Is Chara a tsundare?

Oct 6 - Why did UT Frisk climb the mountain?

Oct 8 - Sans’s Reaction to Papara In a Nutshell

Oct 9 - If Frisk did a genocide run and she had to kill Sans?

Oct 10

Frisk can flirt with Goat Mom and canonically flirts with Papyrus

why Sans was creeping around before introducing himself?

Oct 11 - What are frisk and sans’ favorite seasons

Oct 12

UT Frisk as someone who flirts with pretty much everyone

Is UT Sans was a bit more eccentric and wild about his work?

Would Pap ask Chara about letting him in the Royal Guard?

Oct 14

What does Papyrus think of Grillby himself?

Do you think that the Charas liked to play with their Asriel's ears?

Ariel will state that Chara "wasn't the greatest person’

How do you think Asriel and Papyrus feel about each other overall?

"prone to random bouts of stupidity when Chara is involved."

"And they have to share". Do you mean Chara or that one braincell?

When Asriel and Papyrus are competing, how does Chara react?

Chara's reaction to Sans’ secretly trolling Pap online would be?

Oct 21 - do the skeletons have peeves that their human lover does?

Oct 22

How would Gaster and Sans respond to a third rival

How Frisk/Chara felt about Alphys’ crush on Toriel and Asgore?

Undertale cuddles? o3o i want more of those!

How you think frans would spend a rainy day

How about surprise kisses? Chara initiating their first kiss?

Would Chara be the one to tell Papyrus about his cooking?

Has Sans or Papyrus seen natural disasters while on the surface?

Would Chara tell Pap Undyne’s feelings of him and the Royal Guard

Oct 23

can we some of that Frister cuddles?

What would Sans and Mettaton's relationship be?

in Undyne and Alphys' wedding. Frisk caught the bouquet!

Frisk/Chara receive x-rays. How do their boyfriends see it?

Papyrus with a human anatomy book of undeniable proof

Oct 26 - If frisk put herself on a near death state to save someone?

Oct 27 - Paps has told a skele-ton of puns in the game

Oct 28

"Papyrus thinks his jokes are better than Sans’s." Does Sans agree?

Do you think that Chara met Dr. Gaster?

Perhaps Sans and Flowey aren’t the only ones aware of the resets

How do you think Chara behaved at first towards the Dreemurrs?

Papyrus' reaction was when he found out that MK was a fan of his?

Oct 29

When you check the family photo, Chara's response would be "..."

Do you think that Chara cuddled with Asriel?

Oct 30 - "Papyrus feels the need to inspect them… just in case."

Multiple AU Headcanons—————————

Oct 1 - More gpapara headcanons please! child of the ruins hcs too?

Oct 2 - Frans aus reacts to Frisk suddenly dying and not resetting?

Oct 6 - Is Gaster Sans' older brother in these aus or something else

Oct 8

In order from least to most, who are the ten biggest tsundere

UT Frisk and US Chara when bfs are telling puns to other women?

Minus HT Sans, who are the most protective/possessive?

Oct 9

skelebros react to someone very openly checking out their ladies?

soft UT papara, soft househusband green, and soft UF papara

With each Papara and Frans couple, who kissed who first?

Oct 10

skelehusbands favorite places to kiss on their wives?

What would Older/Married Skelehusbands give to Younger selves?

how sanses react once frisk starts aging and eventually pass away?

what would their skeleton lovers react to "that time of the month"?

Oct 11

How the sanses feel if frisk had a previous love interest that broke off

UF, US, and SF Sans and Frisk are pregnant but the girls don't know

would Soul sensing be the same in reverse?

Aww, man. I was hoping for them to freak out or something

Where to their wives like to kiss their favorite skeleton?

Lol, I can only imagine how freaked out they'd get. :3

If “previous love interest” caused Frisk to have a negative reaction?

Oct 12

Do the Frisks squish their Sans' faces?

what if the first kisses where started by the cutiebones’ lovers?

Do any of the Frans/Papara couples get into arguments

Is there a human that likes the Gaster AUs?

How did each version of Sans and Papyrus go about soulmates

When did the Sanses realize that they were in love with their Frisk?

Chara had to deal with their ex-lover. How each Papyrus respond?

Oct 13 - Most Papyri refer themselves as "the great Papyrus”…

Oct 22 - Frisk/Chara with whom they refer to as a "boy friend"?

Oct 27 - Have the Sanses/Swap Papyruses always liked bad jokes?

Oct 29

Do UT Chara/US Frisk had doubts that the Royal Family loved them?

Frans/Papara confessions where Frisk/Chara confess?

Chara responds to receiving a bouquet of flowers/chocolate

Other Headcanons————————————

Oct 1

Monster Hunter Chara and Monster Papyrus?

can I ask for FellGFrans? or FellGPap?

Persephone/hades-esque headcanons for both frans and papara

Would HT Frisk ever fall in love despite him keeping her captive?

Oct 2

your pacifist horrortale...but swapped?

Reaper and Frisk as Hades and Persephone X3

Oct 3 - I was wondering if you’ve heard of an AU called Farmtale

Oct 4

a modern war AU where Sans is a spy and so is Frisk

any horrorfrans/papara hcs you could share with us?

About that Lamia AU... what would be the next step to courting

Horrorswap Papara please

Oct 6

Is Gaster Sans' older brother in these aus or something else

snippets from Feeling Bonely without you?

Your wild west au love triangle between Grillby, Chara and Papyrus.

skeleton bachelors in the HarvestTale/FarmTale soul events

Oct 12 - In outertale, sans shows frisk where shooting stars fly by

Oct 20 - What's your ideas about Core! Frisk and Error?

Oct 21

Headcanons for semisolidmind’s Aslyumswap

Narrator-Chara AU head cannons?

“The Villain I Appear To Be,” does Frisk feel remorse for hurting sans

Oct 22

Swapfell papara/frans cuddles?

If the Convergence AU was a Papara reverse harem?

Oct 23

more cuddles! outertale papara/frans?

In the AUs where Chara and Frisk are "joined at the soul” explanation

Oct 28 - "Chara and Frisk are attached via soul", an alternate view…

Personal Thoughts————————————

Oct 1

Written Horrortale, Gastertale, or Underlust Papara?

Punctuation

Is this Reapertale? Or maybe it’s Greektale…?

can we take one of your prompts and write a fic of it too?

how to be you???

written HCs on love confessions or marriage proposals?

A recount of my AUs:

Your thoughts of HCs for the Six-Bones AU?

Oct 2

Have you read “Sooner Or Later You’re Gonna Be Mine”

Reading through your posts about Crypto!Frisk, and I wanna say…

Oct 3 - Is Frister a ship exclusive to Cryptozoologist au?

Oct 4 - Opinion about the Papyton (Papyrus x Mettaton) ship?

Oct 5 - Just imagine Flowey having the voice of Lil Gideon.

Oct 8 - Good news! My application’s been accepted

Oct 10

Would you ever be willing to write a Papyrus x Frisk fic?

Would it be okay if you could write about yandere Flowerfell?

Oct 12

I heard Flowerfell was based off of the writer and his romantic parter

if you were to choose between Frans and Papara

Oct 21

welcome back friend! how was your break?

HEY! It's been a while how are you doing?

Welcome back! Hope things have been well! :3

Are all AUs accepted here?

Oct 22

How do you feel with Monster kid x Frisk?

why do you like the idea of chara being evil? (no hate)

Thoughts on Friskriel?

Rosalyn makes me think you dont like tsundere characters

Oct 23

When a thunder character becomes abusive

I actually have the same feelings about Tsundere

‘I hate all tsunderes and everyone that likes the trope’, is not true.

Opinion of the AU's where Chara and Frisk are joined at the soul?

I don’t have too many headcanons about the characters of Deltarune

Oct 24 - About the Author

Oct 26 - Status Update 10/26

Oct 27

Why you should share your ideas with the world

Do you know Ragnartale by @naomyart ?

Oct 28

I have a phobia of injections

Well, it’s over and done with, until next year at least.

All the stories I wrote in the past, I still have them

Oct 29 - I think one of the most insulting responses you can get

Oct 30

Hey there! Where can I read your stories?

Sometimes my mother will ask about how my writing’s going

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Holy... Cow! This took a while. But, November's list looks like it's going to be of a similar size to this, so expect the next one being split into 2 as well!

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halothenthehorns · 5 years

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The Keeper of the Keys

Sirius turned to his obligated chapter and was fixing to start when Harry spoke up, "Hey Sirius."

He startled slightly, this was the first time Harry had addressed him directly, he seemed rather weary of him and Remus. Plus his Harry shouldn't be able to talk for at least a few more months, so it was quite startling. Still he smiled with pleasure and looked around at him, "Yeah?"

"What's with the nicknames?"

Sirius blinked. Then blinked again. Then cursed slightly as he cast his eyes towards Moony. At school, they had plenty of reasonable explanations for their nicknames. However they had always intended to tell there Harry why, the truth.

However, with Harry's memories being shot, and only slowly coming back, who knew what kind of impressions he had gotten. Had he already heard about werewolves and had a negative opinion of them like most wizarding kind? He didn't think he could stand seeing Harry freak out over one of his best friends, however Harry had addressed him. Yet it was Remus' right to divulge this back story. Torn, and silent for too long, Remus answered for him, having come to much the same conclusion as the others, "That's got a back story Harry, and we'll explain later."

Harry frowned, not much appreciating this, as they seemed to constantly interrogate him and demand his whole truth answers, but at the pained look on the man's face, he decided to let it go for now.

Seeing Harry's nod, Sirius quickly pressed on.

There was another knock so loud, it boomed. Dudley woke up and stupidly said 'where's the cannon' clearly still half asleep.

"Harry my boy," James said, clapping his son on the shoulder, "there are some things that don't need to be stated."

Harry laughed quietly while the others smiled at such an interaction between the two.

Vernon came out of his own room with a rifle in hand.

Lily and Remus frowned in annoyance, forestalling the question they knew was coming Remus spoke up, "A rifle is a muggle weapon, like using the confringo curse through a metal pipe."

"I can't believe he was planning on using that on someone, simply for trying to give Harry back his heritage, his life," Lily grumbled, her anger at the Dursley's continuing to grow with everything they did or said. It also didn't help that she was positive Vernon had attained that illegally, as muggle laws made it nearly impossible for the common citizen to even own a firearm.

Vernon yells out that whoever was knocking had better go away, because he was armed! With one more loud sound, the door came down with a smash, falling right off its hinges.

There was an edge of unease as Sirius read that, then he looked up and asked, "we are sure that this is a friendly wizard just there to give Harry his letter right? Not that many wizards would use such force to get into a muggle house."

The other three exchanged uneasy looks, but Harry leaned back into the couch, completely at

ease. He felt no impending danger, and told Sirius as much, so he went on.

The narrative then describes a giant of a man with long black hair and black eyes.

"Is that Hagrid?" James asked eagerly.

"Sounds right," Remus agreed, beaming as well.

"Hagrid," Harry said the name slowly and distinctly to himself. He had come across it in the first chapter and it had meant something to him, but now saying it aloud, he knew that name, but why? "I think I know him," he muttered, rubbing his temple in frustration.

"Keep reading Sirius," Lily instructed, switching baby Harry in her arms so that she was able to wrap one arm around her elder sons shoulders.

The man comes striding into the place and apologizes for breaking down the door, then asks for a cup of tea while heading towards the sofa. When he spots Dudley there he tells him to scoot over, but Dudley runs for cover behind his mother and father.

Lily couldn't help a slight smirk at this. Reflecting that the Dursleys would be terrified a stranger had come in like this, invited himself something to drink, and insulted their son all in one swoop. While this would normally be the height of rude, and could only make the Dursleys opinion of Hagrid equal to their feelings of Lily. Knowing what she did though, Lily was hoping this was only the beginning.

Then the man turns to Harry and exclaims how excited he is to see him, since he hadn't seen him since he was a baby.

"Well there's are proof that it's Hagrid," Sirius said happily, "cause Hagrid was the one who dropped you off at your Aunt and Uncles, as a baby."

"Like the giant description wasn't enough for you?" Remus laughed.

He comments that Harry looks like his Dad, but he's got his mom's eyes. Vernon obviously does not appreciate this, and snaps that he needs to leave at once. The giant's only response is to tell Dursley to shut up.

"Thank Merlin," James said to the ceiling, "I've been wanting someone to say that to him since this whole thing started."

He reached behind himself, took away Vernon's gun, and then twisted it around as if it were putty before tossing it into the corner.

"Would a gun have even hurt him?" Sirius asked, "With his tough skin and all?"

"I'm not sure," Remus said slowly, "we know his giant skin prevents most spells, but I'm not sure if he's ever tested it against muggle weapons."

"Hang on," Lily said, looking to all the boys in the room, "giant skin? What makes you say Hagrid's a giant?"

"Oh come off it Lil," James said, "smart as you are, you never figured out why Hagrid's as big as he is?"

Lily frowned at them all and stated, "I always thought he had an overdose of Rano Potion, the

effects of which can't be magically fixed, at least as of today's standards."

Sirius snorted in disbelief, "Leave it to you to think a potion would do that to someone."

"Well what made you four think," Lily began hotly, but Harry cut her off and said;

"No, they're right."

All four turned to him wide eyed, and he quickly raised his hands up and said, "I don't know how or why, but I think they're right."

Lily deflated at once, grumbling under her breath about guesswork.

"That doesn't bother you, does it Lily," Remus asked cautiously.

Lily blinked once, then again before gaping and half shouting, "of course not," at Remus, which caused baby Harry in her arms to kick up quite a fuss.

In response Lily got up and handed over the baby to Remus, then bent down and whispered something in his ear before leaving him there. Remus seemed quite happy now and made quick work of calming down his little cub.

Harry watched the whole thing smiling and wondering if the adults even realized he already knew the truth, but Sirius was already moving on.

The giant turns his attention back to Harry and tells him Happy Birthday, and then hands him a cake.

"That was so sweet," Lily smiled, clasping her hands with joy, "he didn't have to do that."

"Glad someone did," James muttered.

Harry's first intention was to say thank you, but instead he couldn't help but ask who this man was.

Lily frowned and wanted to reprimand but Remus quickly jumped in with, "Just be happy the boy has any manners at all Lily, with his kind of upbringing."

"Yeah, I'll bet Dudley wouldn't have even thought to do that," Sirius agreed.

Lily nodded grudgingly before Sirius continued.

The giant laughed and declared himself as Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys at Hogwarts.

Harry suddenly groaned, clutching his head in pain.

"Harry," they all said in concern, both Lily and James placing a hand on him.

"I remember this," Harry groaned, "I can't remember, but I know I do..." he trailed off muttering for a bit before sitting back and saying, "please keep going Sirius, the more that comes the less odd I feel."

Still casting him concerned looks Sirius complied.

Then he turns himself back to the room at large and again requests tea, though jokingly adds he would take something stronger if offered.

"I doubt they've got any brandy on hand," James frowned, hating to think if he was wrong and they had brought alcohol instead of anything else that was actually needed.

"Even if they had brought some, I doubt they'd offer it to him," Lily said.

He spotted the empty grate and snorted, bending forward and blocking out the view from the rest of the room, but when he leaned back again there was a fire there.

"Hagrid's not supposed to do magic," Remus chuckled, "though of course who could blame him in this instance."

"Why not?" Harry asked eagerly, thinking he knew the answer to this, and much like with Hagrid's occupation, when he found out the answer another piece of him would feel right again.

"We don't know," Sirius sighed sadly, "we tried all sorts of things to get him to tell us, even got him snockered one night-"

"Sirius!" Lily said loudly, though Sirius kept going, "-but he never told us. Quite disappointing really."

Harry frowned in disappointment but encouraged Sirius to go on none the less, hoping they would find out soon.

He then busied himself for a few moments by taking all sorts of things out of his pockets, and begins a pot of tea, and a few sausages on a poker.

Harry's lips twitched for a moment, feeling there was a significance to a pig for some reason, but remained quiet all the same.

When he was done with the first few pieces of meat, Dudley fidgets, but Vernon snaps not to touch a thing that man offered.

"Really?" Remus sighed sadly. "Does he think they're poisoned?"

"I would like to reiterate that we are just lucky Harry has any manners," Sirius stated.

Hagrid ignores them and instead passes the sausages to Harry.

James smiled sadly to himself, thinking privately that this was most likely the first time in his son's life someone had thought of him first. He resolved that he would have to find some way to thank Hagrid for this.

Harry gladly eats the food, and after he was done he asks again if Hagrid could better explain who he was. Hagrid repeats his title and says that Harry should know all about Hogwarts. Harry tells him he doesn't.

Remus chuckled darkly all of a sudden, causing Lily and Harry to look at him curiously, so he was quick to explain himself, "If there's one thing Hagrid loves most in the world it's his job at Hogwarts, and if there's one man he respects the most, it would be Dumbledore. For these Dursley's to not have told you Harry anything about it, oh Hagrid's going to lose his temper on them."

James suddenly smiled, thinking that this couldn't have worked out better, and that if there was any justice Hagrid would deliver it.

Sirius came to the same conclusion and read on eagerly.

Hagrid looked shocked, and Harry quickly apologizes.

"Why would you apologize?" Lily asked, "It's not as if it's your fault."

Harry merely shrugged, knowing that the quickest way to soothe someone's temper was to apologize and admit it was your own fault, however he didn't think any of them wanted to hear him say that.

Hagrid says that it's the Dursleys who should be sorry, asking didn't Harry ever wonder where his parents learned it all. Harry asks the obvious follow up question, all what?

James and Remus leaned in eagerly, and Sirius was practically bouncing in anticipation.

Hagrid's clearly angry now, getting to his feet and rounding on the Dursleys as he yelled that Harry didn't know about anything? Harry felt a little indignant, thinking to himself that his school marks weren't that bad.

"To be fair," Harry defended himself as his parents through him sympathetic looks, "taking that out of context, how was I supposed to know?"

"It's alright Harry, you will know soon enough," Sirius laughed.

"But I already know," he answered, now looking a bit confused.

"I mean in the book," then when he received strange looks, he just decided to press on.

Harry defends himself out loud, saying he knows math and stuff. Hagrid waves him off and corrects him saying he meant their world. Harry, still understandably confused, asks what world? Hagrid looked ready to explode as he shouts Dursley at the top of his lungs.

"Curse them," James muttered, "curse them into oblivion and I'll leave you all the gold in my vault."

Hagrid doesn't believe it, saying he must at least know about his own parents, they're famous! Harry doesn't really believe him, saying there was no way his parents were famous. Hagrid just looks confused now, finally asking 'you don't know what you are?' Vernon butts himself back into the conversation, snapping that Hagrid needed to stop talking now, he forbad Hagrid from telling Harry anything!

Lily shook her head from side to side, "got to give the man some points, that took a bit of bravery."

"Lily dear," Remus said solemnly, "I learned quite a bit in my seven years at school, one of which was that there is a fine line between bravery and stupidity. Vernon just crossed that line."

Hagrid gave him such a fearsome look, Vernon shrank back against the wall again as Hagrid begins yelling about how they never told Harry, that they'd kept this from him! Harry is now eagerly asking 'kept what?' Vernon tries one last time to yell at Hagrid, he forbids him to know.

"You can't control the world like you try to on Harry," James said in disgust.

Petunia gave a gasp of horror.

"Afraid all your nasty secrets are coming back at you," venom dripped from Lily's voice as she hissed that under her breath.

Hagrid turns away from the three of them in disgust and tells Harry that he is a wizard. Harry's first reaction is to say, 'a what?'

As all three boys cracked up laughing. Lily told them all to hush before turning to Harry and saying, "a very reasonable answer I assure you."

Still feeling a bit bashful Harry appreciated his Mum's attempt all the same.

Hagrid repeats a wizard is if this is the most normal thing in the world, before sitting back down on the sofa.

"Oh," James deflated at once, "that's it. I was hoping Hagrid would do much worse than shout at them."

Sirius, Remus, and Lily looked disappointed as well, but Harry felt like this conversation was far from over, something else was going to happen he just knew it, so he encouraged Sirius to continue.

Then Hagrid finally hands over Harry's letter.

"High time," Sirius muttered, while Lily and James felt a sense of loss, knowing they should have been there when their boy opened his letter.

The envelope is now addressed to Harry as being on the floor, in a hut on a rock, in the sea.

Remus frowned as he asked, "Hut on the Rock?"

"The Sea?" Sirius reread, ignoring the part that made him see red.

"That is odd," Lily admitted, "normally those letters are absurdly specific, why is it so vague this time?"

"Maybe it was because it was hand delivered this time," Remus offered. "I've never known one to be, so perhaps the magic of it wasn't needed as much that time," Remus used the only explanation that came to mind.

"Where were you anyways?" James asked Harry curiously.

"I've no idea honestly," Harry answered, "it's not like they told me."

The letter inside is addressed to Harry from Hogwarts, labelling the headmaster as Dumbledore, and telling him that he's been accepted at said school. Enclosed will be a list of school supplies, that term begins on September 1st, and that they await his owl. When Harry is done reading, the first thing he manages to ask is, what did they mean by owl?

Again all three boys burst out laughing at that.

After Sirius settled a bit he asked, "You've just found out you're a wizard, read a letter like that, and that's your first question?"

"It's a fair question," Lily defended her son, "after all the deadline was that day, and that is quite a bit odd to someone who's never heard it before."

The others only looked a mite shamed for taking the mickey out of Harry, but Sirius decided to keep going before Lily got to mad at their picking.

Hagrid thumps himself on the forehead, saying that reminded him, and he pulls a real live owl out of a pocket of his jacket

Harry frowned, looking concerned, "is that safe for the owl?"

"So sweet," Lily said smiling at him, "but yes of course, it's probably one of the school owls, and I'm positive he put cushioning charms and engorgement charms on his pockets. I'm sure the poor thing had plenty of room to breathe."

Harry watched her in complete fascination for the explanation. Even being in a house, in this house where the very air must be of magic for him to be living through this, he still delighted in everything, especially her taking the simple time to turn and talk to him.

a quill, and parchment and begins to write a letter which Harry reads upside down.

"A real accomplishment that," Remus chuckled, "since his handwriting isn't exactly legible right side up."

It is addressed to Dumbledore and states that Hagrid has retrieved Harry and that they are going to go shopping tomorrow. Then he gives the note to the owl and tosses the bird out of the window, Harry watching him do all this as if it were as normal as a telephone call.

"What's a telephone?" James asked curiously.

"I showed you one when you came round to my place," Remus told him, "it's that thing on the wall you asked about."

"Oh yeah," James said, then frowned, "you called it a landline right? And you said you could talk to people a long ways off without an owl, but you didn't explain how it worked."

"That my friend, would take far too long," Remus chuckled.

Hagrid tries to turn his attention back to Harry, but Vernon steps forward again and snaps that Harry is not going. Hagrid grunts and says he didn't really think a muggle could stop him. Harry asks what a muggle is.

"He's so innocent," Sirius said sadly, "I feel ashamed he doesn't know better."

Lily rolled her eyes but let that one go.

Hagrid explains that a muggle is what they would call someone who doesn't have any magical ability. Vernon is clearly not listening, still saying he refused to let Harry go, and that they had tried to stamp it out of him.

"Stamp it out?" James repeated furiously. "Does he even realize what that can do to a wizard, to try and force them not to use their magic like that?!"

"But I am fine," Harry said quickly, before another outburst could occur, "and they never did anything more than what you've read."

"Still not right," they all muttered darkly.

Harry couldn't believe his ears, demanding to know that they knew he was a wizard.

Petunia shrieked 'knew, of course they knew!' Harry was the son of her dratted sister, who constantly came home showing off her magical prows.

Sirius shook his head as if trying to get water out of his ears, he hated having to say all that stuff about Lily, but instead asked, "you were doing magic at home?"

Lily nodded distractedly, she had known her sister had disliked her use of magic, calling it unnatural, but she had no idea it had been pent up for this long. Then again, it explained the horrid way her son was now being treated. Treating her baby like this because of the way she was, it made her want to vomit as she realized her son's condition was all her fault.

As the silence dragged on and Lily didn't answer, Remus jumped in, without taking his eyes off of Lily, "yes, muggleborns are allowed to do magic there first two days back home, to prove that they are learning magic at school."

"Lily?" James said softly, reaching around Harry to place his hand gently on his wife's shoulder.

She blinked a few times, clearly distracted, and said in a vacant voice, "Yes dear, Sirius please go on."

Sirius gave James and Remus concerned looks, but decided to do as asked.

Petunia snaps that while their parents doted on her, she was the only one who saw her as a freak! She continues on this rant, clearly having held all this in for quite some time.

Lily pressed a shaking hand to her mouth, but when Sirius made as if to stop again she blurted out, "keep going, I want to hear what all she says."

Looking very concerned by this point, James decided to agree with Lily, for now.

She finishes her little diatribe by saying how Lily had met Potter, and they had Harry, but then Lily got blown up and the Dursleys got stuck with Harry.

Lily went pale as a sheet, and seemed either about to vomit, faint, or burst into tears at any given moment.

"Mum?" Harry spoke softly, and was also the first to speak up.

Suddenly bursting into tears, she threw her arms around her only child, technically anyways, and began apologizing incessantly about how sorry she was, and this was all her fault.

Harry simply sat there, looking frozen and almost fearful, until James got up and went around to her side of the couch. Sitting down on the armrest, he gently pried Lily off of Harry and whispered quietly in her ear for a moment. Lily nodded distractedly for a bit, before Harry finally came out of his shock and spoke up, "I don't blame you."

Lily brushed tears out of her eyes and gave him a watery smile, but Harry kept going before she could speak, "really, it's not your fault how she treated me. You couldn't have known, and it's not like you left me to their care on purpose."

She sighed, still looking relatively unconvinced, when Sirius spoke up from the floor, "Look at it this way Lil, we are going to fix this, stop it from happening if it's the last thing I do."

Remus shot Sirius a dark look, warning him that he didn't appreciate that kind of declaration before speaking up, "it is going to be alright Lily. Look at your boy now, despite all of that, he

doesn't seem to be any the worse for wear," not one hundred percent true, but he was trying for comfort here.

Lily sighed and nodded, squeezed both of her boy's hands and then said softly, "yes, I know. Please let's just keep going."

It was clear that she didn't completely agree with them, that she still blamed herself, but if she didn't want to talk about it then there wasn't a force on earth that could change her mind.

Harry is understandably outraged as he yelled back that they told him his parents died in a car crash.

"Finally," Sirius crowed, "I'm so glad you told Hagrid that Harry. Let's hope Hagrid does a bit more then yell at them for that lie."

Now Hagrid's angry again, jumping back up and shouting that a car crash could never kill Lily and James Potter! Harry urgently asks Hagrid what did happen to them, and Hagrid loses his anger to be replaced with anxious nerves.

"Rats," James muttered snapping his finger, if only Harry had waited a few more moments to ask that.

Hagrid's nervous now, clearly not wanting to be the one to tell Harry this, but reflecting Harry can't go off to school not knowing.

"That would be kind of odd," Remus agreed.

He threw a dirty look at the Dursleys,

"Wish he'd do more than that," Sirius muttered darkly.

but then agrees Harry has more a right then anyone to know. So he starts by saying that there was a person, and it was so weird to Hagrid Harry didn't know his name.

"Which is amazing really," James sighed "considering so many people hate saying his name."

"Well, if they didn't know his name, then calling him You-Know-Who would have just been stupid," Lily reasoned.

"I still think it's just stupid," Sirius grumbled.

Harry obviously asks for his name, but Hagrid shivers and clearly doesn't want to tell, instead saying that this was the most evil wizard ever and that's why they all feared him so much. Still he can't seem to spit out the name.

"I hope Hagrid does tell you," Remus said sadly, "I'd hate for you to hear it some other way."

'We should have been the ones to tell him' Lily thought sadly.

Finally he shuddered but manages to say the name Voldemort.

"Well it's a start," James chuckled.

Hagrid goes on by explaining how this dark wizard started looking for followers, and how he got them. Some were afraid and looking for protection, some wanted the power.

"Kind of odd hearing about this past tense," Sirius said, mostly to himself.

"Kind of nice though too," Remus said wishfully.

They were distrustful times. Then there were some that stood up to him, and You-Know- Who decided to kill them. They say Dumbledore's the only one You-Know-Who feared. Harry's mother and father were an excellent witch and wizard, and they stayed faithful on Dumbledore's side.

"Voldemort and everyone knew that," Remus said with pride.

Sirius remained quiet, hating to think that his little brother had been dragged into that mess, wondering if he had come out of it, wondering if he was involved in the death of his best friend.

Lily and James locked eyes, knowing that if it was the choice of dying, along with their newborn child, or joining Voldemort, their death now made sense.

No one knows for sure why he wanted the Potter's dead, all anyone knew for certain was that he showed up on Halloween.

"Halloween?" Was whispered throughout the room, every occupant going as pale as death.

"That's at the end of this month," Sirius' voice barely came above a whisper as he looked to the two parents who were looking at each other in a way he'd never seen.

"That's so close," Remus muttered, clutching the baby in his arms slightly tighter to himself.

"So soon," Lily whimpered, while James tightened his hold on her.

Harry was a year old.

"A year old!" James yelped.

"So it's not until Halloween next year," Lily let loose a breath, that year suddenly feeling like a lifetime.

"More than enough time to come up with a plan," Remus reassured them all.

Hagrid stutters that he came to their house, but doesn't seem able to get the rest of the sentence out.

"It's okay Sirius," Lily said gently, when it became obvious he didn't want to say it, "we're not going to let it happen."

"I know," he snapped, a little more viciously than intended, "Hagrid's the one that couldn't get the words out." Looking slightly hurt, but also a bit warmed, Sirius mumbled a quick apology before hurrying on.

He blows his nose loudly and apologizes, saying that he knew Harry's parents and it's so awful because they were such good people.

"Definitely need to go by and see Hagrid again," James vowed aloud.

"Count me in for that," the other three agreed.

You-Know-Who killed Lily and James Potter. Then he turned his wand on the baby, and tried to do the same, but it didn't work. That's the story behind the scar on Harry's forehead, why he's so famous. No one had ever survived once Voldemort wanted him dead, but Harry had.

"Hum," Lily murmured, "we must have had time to place some sort of protective charm on him."

"I can't think of very many that would hold off that kind of curse," James offered.

"I know this," Harry muttered, rubbing at his forehead again, "I know the bloody answer to this."

"Well when you remember do please let us know," Remus said, looking intrigued, "It could be used to save our lives."

"Don't pressure the kid Moony," Sirius slightly chuckled, "I'm sure if he knows, he must have found out at some point during all of this," and he waved the book in his hand and at all the others before continuing.

Hagrid even lists some of the other powerful wizards on the good side Voldemort had done in.

"Remember those names," Lily said softly, "we need to warn them as well."

"Those were all members of the Order," Sirius said sadly.

"Those have some pretty big family's," Remus observed, "Wish Hagrid had been more specific if it's just the members of the Order, or their entire family or," and here he stopped and trailed off into muttering.

Harry could feel something truly painful building inside of himself.

"I don't need to remember that," Harry muttered, his head ache beginning to lessen a bit now, but still quite painful. He hoped that gaining back more of his memories wouldn't be quite this bad.

Harry tries to think back to that dream of flashing green light, and now imagines a cruel laugh as well.

"I sincerely doubt you remember that," Lily shivered, "just your subconscious mind trying to visualize what happened."

Harry shrugged, hoping that he really didn't remember that.

Hagrid keeps talking, saying he took Harry from the rubble of his old house himself, but then Vernon finally bumps his way back in by saying it was rubbish. Harry jumped, nearly having forgotten they were there.

"Wish they weren't," Sirius grumbled.

Vernon seems angry again, saying he had accepted there was something weird about Harry, that he should have given him more of a beating to get it out of him.

"How is a beating ever the answer?" Lily cried, nearly lunging to her feet in rage.

"I'd like to give you a good beating," James snarled.

"You are so lucky I keep my word Dursley," Sirius snapped, looking about ready to toss the book into the fire.

Remus simply rocked the baby in his arms around a bit, trying to comfort himself with the knowledge that this hadn't happened yet, that his cub was fine.

Harry looked around at all of them, half smiling with love at their reactions, half afraid of what they really were going to do when things were all said and done.

He claims that Harry's parents were weirdos,

"Only in your twisted world," Remus growled.

"If he keeps going about you two..." Sirius hissed, growing a bit paler with every word he read, then sucking in a deep breath forcing himself to continue.

and the world's better off without them

"Accio!" Lily cried suddenly as Sirius really did look like he was about to chuck the book into the fire.

"That-" Sirius began swearing violently.

"He's speaking ill of the dead, to our son Lily," James said with a look of disgust, probably from referring to himself as dead.

"I still don't want him toasting this," Lily snapped, just as angry at being insulted like this in front of her child, but not willing to take it out on the book. When it looked as if Lily were about to continue the chapter, Sirius strode over and plucked it from her grasp.

After a brief glaring contest Sirius vowed, "I promise I won't try to burn this book again."

When Lily still held his gaze he continued, "or in any way try to destroy it."

Releasing her breath she sat back into the couch and Sirius went back to his place at the hearth before reading.

and that he always knew they would come to a bad end.

"Sirius, you sound ridiculous biting your tongue and reading," Remus said sadly.

"Yes well it's that or nothing," he said while spitting a bit of blood into the fire place and continuing.

But at that moment, Hagrid leapt from the sofa and drew a battered pink umbrella from inside his coat.

"Yes!" All four cheered, all malice gone from Sirius' voice as he now eagerly continued.

Pointing this at Vernon he warned them that if he didn't stop talking, one more word out of him, then he trailed off threateningly.

"Oh come on," James slumped back.

"Oh he will say one more word," Remus vowed, "I'd put money on that."

"Hopefully soon," Sirius huffed.

In danger of being speared on the end of an umbrella by a bearded giant,

Lily snickered quietly to herself at such a sentence, relieving a bit more tension in the room.

Vernon took the threat for what it was and backed against the wall again. Hagrid turned back to Harry, who asks what happened to You-Know-Who. Hagrid admits that is a very good question. Some speculate that he died, but Hagrid doesn't believe that.

"Still nice to think about though," Sirius sighed.

Some say he's still out there, waiting his time, but he doesn't believe that either.

"So what," Lily asked in confusion, "he doesn't believe he's dead, but he doesn't believe he's still out there? He can't be both. Even if he was a ghost he would still technically be in one of those two categories."

"I'm not sure," Remus said, rubbing his jaw thoughtfully, "there are areas of Dark Magic no decent wizard has even looked at, but as we all know Voldemort's as dark as they go. It really is unpredictable what could have happened to him that night."

"I'm voting for died," James said darkly, not wanting to think too long on it.

Sirius didn't want to think what Voldemort would do if he really wasn't dead, so he decided to read on.

Some say he's still out there, without his powers, just too weak to do anything. Something about the night he attacked Harry must have done something to him, because that same night, You-Know-Who had vanished.

All of the adults shivered in disgust, not wanting to think who Voldemort would come after if he ever did come back. Yet Harry was here, fully grown and healthy, so they felt safe in assuming that Voldemort did indeed die.

Harry was beginning to doubt all of this. How could he be a wizard? He'd spent his life being bullied by the Dursleys.

"Thanks for that awful reminder," James said darkly.

If he was a wizard, why hadn't they been turned into toads every time they'd tried to lock him in his cupboard?

"If only," Remus snapped in disgust.

If he'd once defeated the greatest sorcerer in the world, how come Dudley had always been able to kick him around like a football?

"Cause magic doesn't work like that," Lily said sadly, suddenly wishing that it did.

Out loud he told Hagrid he must have made a mistake.

"With your looks kid, not much of a mistake to make," Sirius laughed.

Hagrid merely chuckles. Asking Harry if something weird had ever happened when Harry

was scared or angry. Harry reflects back on all of the odd things that had ever happened to him, and realized Hagrid was right. The very latest incident for one, releasing the snake when Dudley had punched him...

"All excellent examples of the good uses of magic," James beamed.

Lily smacked him lightly, but privately agreed, though thinking he should have never had to be in those situations.

Harry looks back at Hagrid, smiling, and sees that Hagrid was beaming at him.

"I wish you had told Hagrid about those moments Harry," Remus said sadly, "Hagrid would have taken you out of there faster than you can say Merlin."

"Wait for it," Sirius said with a bit of hope, "he still might."

Hagrid comforts Harry, telling him it was impossible for him not to be a wizard, but Vernon has had enough. He steps up one last time, stating he would not allow Harry to go. Hagrid growls back that he couldn't stop him, that Harry was going to go to the best school of magic there was and be taught by the greatest wizard, Albus Dumbledore. Vernon shouts at the top of his lungs that he will not pay some old fool to teach him magic!

"Yes!" James pumped his fist in the air as if he'd just won a Quidditch match. "If that doesn't get a reaction out of Hagrid nothing will."

"He's going to deserve every moment of it to," Remus said with a dark smile on his face.

Lily was practically vibrating, wanting to hear what had happened, and Sirius was quick to comply.

Vernon had finally gone too far. Hagrid once again pulls out his pink umbrella, shouting that Dumbledore shall never be insulted in front of him, and brings the umbrella down in a flash of light on Dudley. The boy squeals in shock and begins dancing around, holding onto his backside, and when Harry gets a good look he sees a pig tail poking out of his pants.

"Thank you Merlin!" Sirius crowd, tossing the book into the air in celebration.

"Thank you Hagrid!" James corrected, hugging Lily and Harry to him with almost as much joy as when Harry had first been born.

"High time that lot got some comeuppance," Remus agreed, bouncing the toddler in his arms around and making the baby giggle, joining in on the euphoric mood.

"Oh I hope he tried turning Petunia and Vernon into pig's as well," Lily said vengefully, feeling it was a small price for the way her baby had been raised.

Sirius leaned over to where the book had landed and quickly found his place again.

Vernon and Petunia flip out, grabbing hold of Dudley and dragging him into the next room where they lock the door.

"Aww," Sirius groaned after reading that, "I suppose it's too much to ask he goes after the lot."

"I don't think so," Harry said, still laughing slightly at all of their reactions.

"Rat's," all three boys muttered, while Lily privately thought about how they were going to go about explaining the tail to other muggles. She was positive Hagrid wasn't going to remove it, so that was a small amount of punishment.

Hagrid is now stroking his beard and glancing down at his umbrella, admitting he probably shouldn't have lost his temper,

"You should have lost it a long time ago," Sirius said, still slightly laughing.

"He would have if Harry had told him everything we know," Remus agreed.

but it hadn't worked all the way. He had meant to turn Dudley into a real pig.

James actually applauded Hagrid for this, while Lily reached over and shoved him off of the arm rest. Even landing on the floor he was still laughing, and after a few brief moments, he and his friends settled down enough that Sirius kept going while James got up and retook his earlier position on Harry's other side.

Then he casts a sideways look at Harry and kindly asks him not to mention what he'd just done, since he technically wasn't supposed to do magic at all.

"I'm sending Hagrid a thank you note," Remus said gleefully, "and I'm thinking about teaching him the proper way to do that spell."

"I'll help with that," Sirius cackled.

Lily and James were privately hoping that Hagrid would never have to use that spell, but didn't begrudge the two either.

Harry asks why not?

James snorted a bit, "Like he's going to answer you when you ask like that."

"Yeah Harry, don't you remember the whole 'tried getting him drunk and it didn't work' bit?" Sirius asked.

"Well I didn't know that then," Harry told him exasperatedly.

Ignoring the strange looks he was receiving Sirius tried to finish the chapter..

and Hagrid begins to say that he did used to go to Hogwarts himself, but was expelled in his third year. They snapped his wand in half,

Remus gave a low whistle, "wow Harry, he must really like you, we never even got that much out of him."

"Well it is a private matter," Lily scolded, "I wouldn't want to go boasting about being expelled either."

but Dumbledore had allowed him to stay on as a gamekeeper. The affection in his voice for the man is obvious. Harry asks why Hagrid was expelled,

"Blunt much," James laughed.

"Like you were ever any better," Lily reminded him.

but without a hint of subtlety, Hagrid says that it was getting really late and they should head to bed.

"Subtle," Remus snickered.

"Like you were any better," Sirius laughed, "exactly how many times did you use your mum as an excuse to sneak off again?"

"Thirty-three by my count," James input.

Remus was about to counter when Harry asked, "Why were you sneaking off?"

All four paled and deflated at once, wanting to bite their tongues for, again, foolishly forgetting Harry didn't know. It was just so easy for them to forget, since they had never intended to hide anything in this house.

"Er," Remus started lamely when James said, a little too loudly, "How about we explain later."

Harry frowned severely at them, wanting to stop what he felt was just silly, "I've told you guys things I'd rather not, why's this different?" He almost added on that he already knew anyways, but then Sirius said, "Look pup, the chapters almost over, then," he threw Remus a sideways look, and waited for him to nod before continuing, "then we'll explain alright?"

Harry nodded and they all remained silent as Sirius finally finished.

He tosses his thick jacket over to Harry and tells him not to mind if it wiggles, he may have left some mice in the pockets.

Sirius closed the book and then threw a world weary look at Remus, who sucked in a deep breath, and then began to explain.

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Chapter 8 magic is real!

I have a plan!

And it only took me two years and some change!

And that’s not the only thing i've done in the last two and a half years! (that would've been a very boring two years) I can walk AND talk! And through these new skills (which were a pain to get let me tell you! Learning to walk left. So. Many. Bruises.) I had discovered all sorts of things!

I had confirmed that I am in fact a princess, we do in fact live in a castle, and that I am indeed a hylian.

That knowledge had sent me into another one of my depressingly common panic attacks, but it wasn’t all bad!

My new skills led me to the discovery of, (drumroll please) A LIBRARY!

Oh sweet literacy how I missed you!

I may have given my parents the mistaken impression of being some sort of baby genius or something, but in all honesty I was just desperate to be able to read again. Again being a baby was very very VERY boring, and my rationale thought and impulse control had honestly been worn down by the lack of intellectual stimulation! I was sooooooo bored of baby babble.

Also it wasn't exactly out of character for the cannon zelda, she had repaired / created an incredibly advanced guardian as a child which was not only capable of showing a personality planing and a facsimile of emotion, but also TIME TRAVEL.

Should I have pretended to be the average three year old because I'm not actually some sort of genius? probably. Will this have consequences for me? most likely. Will I regret this later? Almost certainly. Do I care right now? NO!

Consequences can suck it!

Mama needs to feed her addiction!

Also it wasn’t like I had just started to read books bigger than my head either, I’m still learning to read hylian, it’s a whole new language writing system and alphabet! I’m still stuck on baby books and basic words, but it’s better then nothing!

And sadly the little i can decipher of the hylian writing system is also more advanced than the nothing that real three year olds know. So I’m now the castle's little genius, mom and dad are absolutely brimming with pride. Honestly it’s too much attention placed on little ol me but if it’s a competition between too much attention or not being able to read, I’d choose to read every time.

I’m currently trying to figure out a rough chronology for the events of breath of the wild and all of its proceeding events. (assuming I'm not in the age of calamity: hyrule warriors timeline, but that timeline only exists as a split off of the original timeline so for now i'm assuming im in the original timeline. Prepare for the worst hope for the best and all that rot. Also im not stupid enough to assume that i can be a baby genius and just yha know MAKE a time triveling gaurdian) so that I can best implement my plans. Here’s my rough ROUGH timeline.

10,000 years before the start of the game Gannon attacks and is sealed away by the hero and princess with the help of the 4 champions, the Divine beasts, and the guardians.

At some point after that the sheikah become distrusted due to their powerful magic and technology and are banished.

They split in two the yiga who hate the royals of hyrule for their betrayal and join forces with gannon, and those who remain with the spirit of the sheikah and give up their great skills to remain serving the crown

98,983 years later princess Zelda is born. Shortly before that link is born

At some point a prophecy announcing the return of calamity Ganon is made.

At some point Zelda's mom dies making her unable to learn sealing magic from her.

Zelda is pressured into praying and praying and praying to unlock her sealing magic, at one point even collapsing in freezing water nearly losing her life if it wasn't for urbosa saving her.

The sheikah rediscover the Divine beasts, guardians, and sheikah slate.

Zelda helps to study these ancient artifacts to the disapproval of her father

Link finds the master sword

Link is appointed zelda's personal knight

The champions are chosen

Zelda goes to the spring of wisdom on her 17th birthday and Gannon returns

The champions, king bosphorus, and thousands of innocent people die when Gannon turns the Divine beasts and the guardians against them

Link is mortally wounded and Zelda unlocks her powers.

Link is sent to the shrine of resurrection

Zelda returns the master sword to the lost woods and goes to face Gannon alone for the next 100 years

100 years later Link wakes up with no memories and the events of the game commence.

In the end my plan is quite simple. Make sure my mom doesn't die. All of Zelda's problems stem from her mom's death, Gannon could only wreak havoc because Zelda's mom wasn't there to teach her the sealing magic or deal with calamity Gannon herself. At best my mom could teach me the magic and we could seal Gannon away together or she could do it or I could do it, at worst I can use the magic because I'm not actually the girl who is meant to be the zelda incarnation of hylia. Either way gannon gets defeated, bada bing bada boom no great calamity no destruction of all i've come to know and love.

Does it sound stupidly simplistic yes. But in all honesty it needs to be. There are too many variables at work here to have a twenty step plan and have it all go accordingly. Life is messy and unpredictable and not exactly amenable to complex multi step plans that rely on everything going a certain way. There's a reason that the saying ‘the best way to make God laugh is to tell him your plans,’ is so poupar. This isn't a game any more, stuff happens, free will is a thing. I can't rely on what I think I know. Who knows how much the butterfly effect has already affected things. So simplicity is the name of the game, it allows for the flexibility a rigid multi step plan would not.

So my plan really only has two components: learn sealing magic as soon as I can, And make sure my mom survives.

simple but hopefully effective

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I toddeled determinedly through the halls ignoring the bemusedly indulgent granny trailing behind me.

Fun fact about being a princess, you don't get any alone time. Ever. i am constantly being monitored, be it by granny, spots, father, mother, or some other random sap assigned to guard duty. Literally the only times I am left alone is when I head to the restroom or am put to bed for the night.

It's only mildly infuriating.

Mildly.

But anyway, at this time of day I would usually be at the library attempting to read some of the less difficult books or in my nursery playing with my toys under the watchful gaze of granny or spots, but today I have a mission. I was going to get my mom to start teaching me sealing magic if it kills me. I had found the perfect excuse as well. An old story book depicting the great matrilineal line of queens and their unique gift bestowed upon them by hylia herself. Now to enact my plans and deploy my greatest weapon. puppy dog eyes.

I stumbled my way into the office where my mom was going over various papers with a serious look upon her face. “Mama!” I cried practically throwing myself into her lap. McGuffin clenched in hand. “What is it my little bird” she smiled blessing my day, watering my crops, clearing my skin, and healing my wounds. “I found something i don't understand!” I chirped, squirming myself into a more comfortable position, book tucked into my arms. “Oh and why didn't you ask ila?” (so that was granny's name, huh.) “mhhhmmm i wanted to ask you!” que puppy dog eyes version 37 bright, cheerful, innocent. Work that toddler arua!

Mother chuckled while granny rolled her eyes behind me, I saw that missy! Don't give me your sass! “Oh and what didn't you understand?” PLAN IS A GO “mama what's se-al-ing magic? Why does the book say I have it? I'm not magic!” I pretended to pout indignantly, flipping to the page in my book that referenced it.

“Sealing magic baby, is the reason our line has ruled hyrule since the hylians lived amongst the clouds, it's a special gift from hylia herself.” hook, line, sinker. “Really?!” “yes my little bird, it's a special magic that lets us seal away bad guys, banish evil, and protect our kingdom. It's proof that we descended from hylia herself” as mother said this she raised one of her hands allowing for it to be bathed in an ethereal golden glow, bathing her in light and making her look like something genuinely devine.

Before this there had always been a little part of me that had been denying the truth. No matter how often it was mentioned in books or stories. No matter how many things had pointed to this being the hyrule of stories, a small part of me had been screaming that magic isn't real and that the legend of Zelda couldn't be real. But now, bathed in divine light and witnessing true honesty to god magic for the first time I could no longer deny the truth. Normally this confirmation would chill me to the bone and cause hysterical fear, but the power before me was warm, comforting, and at the same time incomprehensible. I could not fear when this light this power was here to bolster my spirit. I had never been adamantly religious before, but in the face of this light, for the first time I truly believed in the divine.

As the light faded away and I blinked spots out of my eyes I reaffirmed my mission. I needed to learn how to do that. Yesterday.

“Teach me! Teach me! Teach me!” I chanted practically vibrating where I sat, eyes wide in wonder and awe. “Now now little one, not so fast!” my mother chuckled, ruffling my hair.

“Why not!” I asked indignantly and was a little worried. I NEEDED to know sealing magic for my plan to work. It wasn't safe to put all your eggs in one basket. No matter how hard i would be working to save my mother regardless of calamity ganon.

“You're not old enough yet, my little songbird.” NOT OLD ENOUGH! I WAS 17 YEARS OLD WOMAN WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT!? “I am old enough! I know how to read and everything!'' I frowned, doing my best not to show the inner turmoil starting to boil.

A little of it seemed to show on my face with the way mother immediately began to sooth me “zelda that's not what i mean.” my eyes searched hers, they were uncommonly serious. “Our magic is powerful and dangerous. There is a reason i can't teach it to you yet. Your not yet old enough in body or mind to be able to withstand the strain that kind of magic would put on your spirit.” my face must have still looked mutinous because she continued on. “Beyond just that, your power is not developed enough yet even if you could withstand the strain. You wouldn't be powerful enough to actually use your sealing magic.”

This is bad very very bad. “When can i learn it?!” mother chuckled at my assumed enthusiasm “Numbers hold power baby, when you turn seven you can start your lessons.”

Seven, SEVEN! That's years from now! The remaining calm and serenity from the glow of hylia's might drained from my body.

“Now i think it's time for your nap! Come on little bird i'll put you to bed, maybe afterward you can sing me a song hmm?”

Why do the gods hate me?

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"Whew! Holy cats, I thought I'd never get through that Rubik's Cube…"

My hand came up to push into my face. Not that it really mattered; I could barely feel it. "At least I could kinda help with that one. The other two gates were… yeah, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Kniv-"

"Enough," Knives panted as she wiped the sweat from her brow on her striped scarf. It was pretty weird that she was wearing it in the middle of summer, but I had a feeling it was kind of part of her 'battle outfit' or something. "Didn't I… tell you that I'm… doing this for both of us? Not just you?"

"But watching you stare into the mirror… man, I thought you were gonna turn into that other reflection of you with all the purple buffalo in the background…"

The sweet smile made my pulse race. Somewhere. Not in the body I was in within my body, but the body outside of my… body… this is really annoying to explain, as I have just realised while trying to do so. Point is, seeing her smile makes me smile, too. "Anything for you, Kim Pine. Serious and mysterious."

"Alright, alright. Just try not to get killed or then I'll be really hacked off."

The thing I still couldn't figure out was how I guessed all of this so accurately. Probably something subliminal about it; there's no way it was a coincidence. But everything, the three gates, the rhino and warthog, the high-walled chambers we had to fight our way through, came to pass exactly as I snarked in a would-be joking tone. If I made it a reality by saying it… man did I fuck myself royally.

At this point, Knives and I were at the top of a ledge that ran the entire circumference of a round room, closer to the ceiling. It was over a dozen meters to the ground, and another three or four up to the ceiling from where the walkway was positioned. Once she flipped down into that pit, it would be her against the sixteen-eyed monster that stood between us and the final chamber. Maybe we would luck out and it wouldn't really have a laser cannon in its chest, but after everything I'd seen, that felt like a pretty horrible bet to take.

"We don't even know that getting past this thing will be worth the effort," I whispered. "What are we going to find in the sub-chamber? How is it gonna help me at all?"

"Dunno. Just… okay, should I use the save point? Because the room already locked behind us, and if I need some kind of item that we didn't find on our way here…"

"Right, I know. Like, do we really wanna have to go through the gates all over again if we don't use it?"

"Yeah." Glancing back at the closed-and-shut door, then over at the spinning, glowing book that floated above a magic circle on the floor, she flashed me a huge shrug. "I think I can take him, but like, you're right; do we lock down how far we've come, or give ourselves a way to double back for power-ups?"

Facepalming, which didn't do much since I could see through my hand, I sighed, "Whatever. Just please be careful?"

"Okay. Here goes nothing…"

Knives walked over and touched the save point. Now we were committed. Once the glow faded from her skin, she gave me a thumb's up before leaping down to land in front of the beast.

Watching her at work is like watching Russian ballet, only with green blood spraying everywhere. Darting back and forth, hiding behind pillars to dodge the worst of its needle attacks, and then hopping out to slice it up as much as she could. It smacked her around a few times, but she was doing some pretty decent damage… until it got her with the laser cannon. Then she was fried to ash, and there as nothing I could do…

But wait for her to respawn at the save point. I was a ghost; I didn't affect anything, other than to talk to her and give her ideas.

"Whoa, did… that really happen just now?"

"Man, I'm glad that worked," I told her, feeling like years had been shaved off my afterlife. "I… oh Knives…"

That definitely didn't sound like me, and she noticed, turning back from where she had been approaching the edge of the catwalk. "Are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah. Just… just not ready to see you get hurt. Even if you pop right back in, that was still…"

"But you saw me get beaten up by Gideon before, right? So what's the difference?"

I scoffed. "Didn't have much of a personal investment in you then. And that was scary, too."

"He wasn't a real threat."

"He seemed to beat up Scott pretty thoroughly!"

"Yeah." Her smile was pretty confident, yet somehow still adorable, like she was about to break out into the world's cutest maniacal laughter. "But he's got nothing on me. Be right back."

And she was. I could tell it was almost done for, but then it did a stomp move that knocked her onto her butt. The next stomp squished her flat. But she popped back in thanks to our handy checkpoint and jumped straight back down there again. And again. And again. Eventually, I had to stop watching the moment she bit it or I would have been screaming and sobbing, despite having no physical tears to shed. But each time, she got a little better.

"Dude, give it up. Maybe they can figure out a way to pull you out of here from this save point. Do you have a Wing Bottle, maybe?"

"No… way!" she panted, leaning back against the wall as she caught her breath. Apparently, even though the save point respawned her, it wasn't respawning her stamina entirely. She still needed a break before trying again. "I got this! And… I'm not giving up on you!"

"You should! I'm not worth this! God, I know you want to win, and I think you can, but watching you die over and over is… I hate it!"

Frowning, she pushed off and came over to hug me very briefly. By which I mean she put her arms around my ghostly form and kinda held them there, giving the impression of a hug, which was close enough. "Sorry. I'd hate watching you do that, too… but we gotta win this. And I will; I think I've about got his pattern down. I just have to remember not to tuck-and-roll at that moment when I think I need to again, and I'll be good."

"Did you notice what he does before he fires off the canon? The way his top two eyes blink?"

"What? No, I didn't! Okay, that'll really help, because like, I was just waiting to see the chest open and then it's almost too late to duck…" Nodding a couple off times, she then smiled over at me. "Yeah, I'll watch for it. Thanks!"

"What 'thanks'? I'm basically helping you help me. Go on."

The final attempt was a thing of beauty to watch. Knives had that chump on the ropes the whole time, snapping at his tentacles with her blades and ducking out of their reach, away from the needles that shot out of them, and then dodging the laser cannon because of me pointing out the blinking thing. She had a pretty good dodge ratio even before that, but seeing her get out of the way every time was a lot more satisfying. Then, once he did the duck-down halfway through the fight, getting ready to slam, she sliced his stupid wings off and he got pissed the way he does, firing the laser in an up-down pattern that she had to dodge by ducking and then jumping up to grab the ledge. Didn't take much of that for her to wear him down so she could dart in and poke out the last remaining eyes. Once he was blind, all she had to do was stab the crystal on his back and he was down for good.

"YES!" she cheered, falling to her knees. "I… I did it! I did it!"

We both shouted our celebrations for a few seconds as I drifted down, wishing I could hug her. After a few minutes of that I said, "Oh man… what a jerk! If my fist wasn't invisible I would punch him."

"Now?"

"Yeah, now! He messed with my girl!"

Knives's flush took on a different meaning. "Awww, you called me your girl. I'm gonna give you so many kisses when you have a face again!"

"I… just… o-okay," I managed to stammer, ignoring her giggle as she started walking. "Wait, shouldn't you go back to the save point?"

"Nah, it's too far up to get to it without timing wall jumps for hours. And anyway, now that I have the pattern down, I can blow through that boss pretty easy if I have to again. Muscle memory, right?"

So I followed her forward into the next chamber. The innermost one, where the "real me" was supposed to be, if this was all coming true as we went. Crazy, but it was hard to argue with the proof when it was right in front of us like that.

This chamber really did look like the inside of a heart. The walls were a dark red, slick and nasty, and in the center was a cage made of stone. We took a quick look around, hoping to spot any crazy vampires or fire-breathing lizard-turtles that would want to kill Knives — and by extension, my chances of being able to move ever again — and saw nothing. So instead, we rushed to see what was in the cage.

It was me. Or at least, it was some weird version of me that I could only describe as a princess. Her hair was about half a meter longer and done in some kind of gentle wavy curls that I could never pull off in a million hours of crimping, and she was wearing a white dress that showed off the rack that I don't really have. Her upper arms weren't nearly as jacked as mine are from drumming, but they were still toned. Basically, this was what I would look like if I dieted perfectly, had my own stylist and was also on my way to a debutante ball or whatever.

"Oh!" Princess Pine gasped when she spotted Knives. "You have come for me, Prince Chau!"

"Prince?" Knives muttered with a frown.

"Yes! You are the prince and I am the princess, waiting f-"

"She's not a dude!" I shouted in my best heckling voice. What the hell was this supposed to be? I was instantly offended by her very existence.

"I'll not hear a word from you, pretender!" she said, voice somewhere between angry and frightened. "The NegaKim must be vanquished!"

For a few seconds, we just blinked at her. It was me who asked, "The what?"

"NegaKim! 'Tis you who has been in charge of my body, stealing everything I could have done for night a decade of years! A shame and a disgrace to my face!"

"Wait," Knives put in, holding up a hand. The other one was still holding a dagger; she wanted to be at least semi-prepared for a sudden attack. "What are you talking about, 'NegaKim'?"

"She is NegaKim! I am the real Kim Pine, of course! Forced into this Gorgon Maiden by nefarious means, kept prisoner by the evil twin-spirit who took over my physical form! While my prince wasted her efforts on her, when I would have been much more appreciative!" She was still talking with all that righteous fire, but saying that last part I could see her blush a lot worse than I usually did. And it looked better on her. Goddamn it, I couldn't even be the hottest version of Kim Pine, which really rankled.

Knives had a different observation. "Well, at least she's getting the pronouns right…"

"Listen, you," I growled angrily. "Fuck the hell off. It's my body, I've had it for twenty-five years, and I'm not handing it over to some… frilly, froofy cunt!"

That gave her one of those affronted faces you only see in movies set in the 1800s. After she recovered, she hissed, "You'll regret this! I don't know how, but you will, I'll…" There were tears in her eyes. This was pretty legit for a fake-ass bitch trying to steal my spot in life. Her fists were trying to rattle the bars of her little cage as she shouted, "I'm going to get out of here, I swear it!"

"Okay, okay," Knives hissed, raising her hand again to encourage her to calm down. "What if we get you out, and you can go away somewhere else? Isn't that a good, like… compromise? OH! What if we got a robot-Kim, and you could go live in there?"

"My prince… can't you see that I am your intended?" she pleaded with her, leaning so far against the bars that her face was trying to push between them. "Not her, me! She will hurt you, but I would cradle your heart as if a baby bird! I… all I want is to make you happy!"

Everyone was quiet for a few seconds. I turned back to Knives and shrugged. "Well? She's the girl of your dreams. All the freckles, and none of the acid-tongue. Plus she's way cuter."

"Nah," Knives said without any hesitation. "I know who I love, and it's you. This is some other test and I'm gonna pass this one, too. And the next one, and the next, until I break you out and we can both go get sushi or something."

As I was grinning at her, beyond any level of love for her that I had previously thought possible, I dimly noticed Princess Pine collapsing on the floor in a flurry of sobs. Oh well, too bad. Better luck next time. As we were sharing that moment, someone came along to interrupt it…

"How dare you thwart my plans! I've been waiting for this to come to fruition for seven years!"

If my face could have paled any further than ghostly white, it would have.

"Simon Lee."

To Be Continued…

#kim pine's precious little knives #forkanna writes #scott pilgrim fanfiction #scott pilgrim vs. the world #kim x knives #forkanna the writer

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Head Cannon: Alexandria Pt. 2

What is this? So here is the part 2 of Alexandria’s head cannon. I hope part 1 was interesting enough to have you waiting for this one. Once again I want to thank everyone who took the time to read/reblog/comment on my HCs. They important to me and your attention means so much. Enjoy :)

Part 1

“I don’t care who or what you were in the Demon World. You are none of those now that you’re here, and here in the Human World what I say goes.”

So the succubus whose story you read in pt. 1, Aquila, was a princess of the Lilith Kingdom but she escaped to the Human World with the help of Harold Anderson, a powerful warlock and Alexandria’s grandfather. She was grateful to him, and eventually they fell in love with each other and got married. A few years after that Alexandria’s father, David, was born. But because David is a boy and his father is not a demon, he is entirely human with some demon blood but no powers. He is not even aware of this fact. However, when David has a child of his own, a baby girl, that little girl, being the first female child born into the family after Aquila joins, inherits the powers of her grandmother instead. That little girl is Alexandria.

Because her grandmother is an extremely powerful succubus and her grandfather has magic, Alexandria has all the powers a full-blooded succubus would have, complete with a demon form, backed up by very powerful magic. Her grandmother even used to claim that she’s more powerful than almost all succubi and incubi. The only thing that sets her apart is the lack of horns in her demon form.

“But why don’t I have horns like you do, grandma?”

“That’s because of your diluted blood, dear. Don’t worry. It doesn’t mean much. Only that you are a very special girl.”

Trained in the art the arts of seduction, illusion, mind control and every other succubus ability by her grandmother, and in almost all kinds of magic by her grandfather, Alexandria is one of most powerful beings that has ever walked the Plains of Existence. Very much so that even Angels are weary of her at first. When she was 13, her grandmother was killed by a group of devils and she killed them with the back of her hand to have her revenge, Angels approached her with an proposition.

“What the fuck do you want from me? I did nothing wrong. In fact I did your job for you.”

“That is exactly why we’re here, child.”

So instead of being angry with her, they ask her to become somewhat of a ruler in the Human World. They would actually pay her human money and give her somewhat of an authority to act on their behalf, in return she would have to keep the entire demon population in check, away from humans and devils. And Alexandria, at the time desperately looking for ways to free herself from her father, accepts. The Angels give her the means to travel around the world very quickly and the ability to be able to communicate with demons and devils no matter what language they spoke. Not wanting their wrath upon her, she immediately got to work. She traveled the entire globe in a little over a month and managed to make acquaintances with every demon out there. She wrote down the used human name, True Name, contact information and current residence of every demon. Then, she wrote down the rules that the Angels set and sent them out to every single one of them, with the Angels’ and her own seals for proof that there would be consequences if the rules were not obeyed.

-Killing or harming humans by using your demonic powers is forbidden and punishable, possibly by death.

-Exposing yourself to humans, except those that are witched and warlocks, is forbidden. Can be overlooked if the human is willing to make an oath to keep it a secret. Otherwise both the demon and the human will go through Angels’ Trials or executed.

-Any items imported from the Demon World without the approval of the Representative will be confiscated, and the demon/s responsible for bringing the items will be punished.

-Conflict with the Hell Spawn must be avoided at all costs. If can not be avoided, the Representative must be informed at once, whether the said Hell Spawn are still alive or not.

-Any demon residing in the Human World must meet the Representative and get registered.

-The Representative has the authority to inflict punishments and handle executions if any of the rules stated above has been broken.

With the distribution of the rules and the news that there is now a ruler causes a stir among the demons and even devils that live in the Human World. Alexandria is quick to quiet down everyone and reassure them that she’s not there to rule over them, but protect them.

“I’m not here to rule over you. I was chosen by the Angels’ to make sure that everyone obeyed their rules. They could easily do this themselves. Their punishments would be harsh and they would show no mercy. And I could let them for all I care. But I didn’t. I accepted this role to make sure that you all have a better chance.”

She tells the devils that so long they stayed away from her people and the humans, she would take no action against them. Her only responsibility was to the demons but if they ever dared to harm any of her people, they would find death in her hands.

In time people slowly start to accept her role as the Representative and even respect her greatly. There are still some sore thumbs here and there that cause trouble by refusing to give their True Name or some other way, but she’s always able to deal with them either with her natural charisma and swaying words, or by force.

Alexandria is force of nature. There is no one in the world that wouldn’t obey her one way or the other. Although she especially enjoys taming rebels. Despite her constant use of foul language and bitchy attitude, she manages to gather an extremely loyal group of people, composed of witches, warlocks and demon alike, that are her eyes and ears all around world. She learns different types of magic from all of them. Her most trusted agent and best friend is a Shadow demon who calls himself Keith. He is her second in command and the head of a lot of operations. He is sarcastic, snarky and sneaky as hell, and despite their constant bickering they always have each other’s backs.

“You know you love me, Lexy.”

“Shut the fuck up, Keith, and for the last time DON’T CALL ME LEXY!”

Alexandria has a very bitchy, fuck-everyone-and-everything, I-literally-couldn’t-care-less attitude. But in reality she cares a lot about her people and friends. She’s sarcastic and loves nicknames. She has at least one nickname for everyone she meets.The closer she is to the person, the more creative and bigger in number the nicknames get. She has absolutely zero tolerance to people deciding things for her or ordering her around. Which means she has no tolerance for her father. She hates him as much as it is possible for a child to hate her father. After she becomes the Angels’ Representative, she immediately goes to tell him off.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore, old man. You can go and shove those expectations and dreams you have for me right down your throat and choke on them while you fuck yourself.”

“Alexandria Anderson! How dare you speak to me like this!”

After that the two of them rarely spoke. When Alexandria’s grandfather dies and leaves his mansion to her, her father immediately sends her off the very same day. She knows it’s probably the last that she ever sees him and she doesn’t care. She goes into the house, settles in and calls up her friends for a small housewarming party that involve a lot of booze. Keith and his wife Emily, who’s an animal demon, are the first to show up. After a great night that she barely remembers she goes to school and come back to the mansion and guess what? There lies 5 people on her floor, covered in blood and barely conscious. She can tell they’re demons right away but surprised to see that she doesn’t recognize any of them. Unregistered demons. In her house. Bleeding all over her floor.

Before she can think of the best course of action, one of them suddenly appear in front of her, looking straight into her eyes. The boy has messy brown hair and deep green eyes, but his gorgeous face is ruined by a frown. Looking into his eyes she suddenly feels like she wants to kiss him but breaks out of it when she realises what’s happening. He’s compelling her. Incubus. She becomes so furious that she sees red. How dare he?

“Women, you’re going to let me kiss you.”

“…”

“OH MY GOD! YOU KILLED HIM!”

“Calm down, bouncy. He ain’t dead. And so long as he doesn’t try to pull off something like that again, he’ll remain that way.”

Alexandria demands to know who they are and what 5 unregistered incubi were doing in her house. They explain everything to her, saying that they were attacked by devils and found the house while looking for shelter, not knowing it belonged to anyone. She was shocked to hear that. Every demon there had to know that this house belonged to a relative of the Representative. But then they weren’t registered so either they were new or no one told them. When the brown haired one comes to, she takes out her list to register them immediately, explaining the process of residing in the Human World. The incubi see that they have little choice but to agree. They all give her their names, used and True, all except for one.

“Why the fuck do we have to give her our names? She almost killed me!”

“Well, you ain’t dead, are ya, tough guy? Now spill it or do I really have to use force again?”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“In your weakened state and after what just happened, you sure have some serious balls to speak to me like that. There are rules made to be broken but this isn’t one of them.”

After somewhat of a glaring contest, he finally gives up and tells her. She reassures them that her documents are for her eyes only and no one would be able to read them. She hands the brothers, and throws one at Sam, a special potion that she makes from sweet flower so that they can restore their energy. She says they should retire for now and they will discuss what happens with them later.

#seduce me the otome #seduce me the demon war #seduce me sam #sam incubus #aomaris #incubae #seduce me head cannon

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ecotone99 · 5 years

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[HR] They Crawl Below

Jane leaned across the arm of my deck chair and whispered something dirty. Kurt squealed on my lap, gasping as the fireworks exploded over our heads. The reflection of the star burst of colours on Lake Whitemer looked like an identical firework was going off not so far from where we sat, I’m sure Kurt believed that was really the case. He couldn’t talk, but on the off chance he chose this moment to spit out his first word, Jane did not want to chance him drawing a selection from the pool of what she was saying now.

“What do you think?” she asked, fluttering her eyelids.

“I think whoever’s putting on the big show across the water had better cut it so I can get you to bed,” I replied.

“It’s the fourth of July,” she pointed out. “The Americans will keep at it until the sun comes up.”

I pulled myself out of the deck chair and passed Kurt to his mother. He made a happy little hiccupping noise as he moved through the air.

“Bed time,” Jane said, cradling him. “I’m afraid it’s past both of our bedtimes. Your father is going to spank me if I don’t get to bed soon.”

She looked when I didn’t answer, half amused and annoyed.

“That was the perfect set up. You’re supposed to say, ‘I’ll do it anyways’, or ‘too late’. Something like that.”

“Sorry.”

I was distracted. I heard something moving around against the kitchen window behind us. A mouse? No, larger than a mouse, maybe a raccoon. When I turned and looked at the window was empty.

“Miles?”

“Hmm?”

I turned. The light of the fireworks dyed Jane’s hair green, then white, then the bright cherry red of a fire truck.

“Is everything alright?” she asked.

“Yeah. I thought maybe I heard an animal inside. Wait out here a second, I’ll check it out.”

“I told you, we should’ve had someone come and clean the cottage in May. This is what happens when you’re only here for three months of the year. Something else moves in.”

“Yes dear,” I joked.

I opened the screen door and it whined on its hinges. I tensed, ready to hear our scuffling guest streaking for the doorway and my unprotected bare feet, or the obnoxious clanging of a pot knocked onto the floor. I heard nothing.

“Hurry up,” Jane said in a low whisper.

“I’ll be back to deal with you in a minute,” I said, stepping into the kitchen.

I groped blindly at the wall to my left, then turned on the light switch. The kitchen was just as we’d left it. If we had a furry house guest, it had abstained from chowing down on the leftover hot dog from dinner.

I walked through the kitchen, past the TV in the back half of the open space, and down the hallway. The basement door was shut. Nothing had run down there to hide, and if the mice living down there were hungry, they had not come up into the kitchen.

“Coast is clear,” I said over my shoulder, but Jane was already in my ear.

“Good. Get in bed.”

“Yes ma’am.”

******

I woke up the next morning feeling more rested than I had since I started managing the corporate accounts at BD. I rose carefully from bed, not wanting to wake Jane, and tiptoed across the room to peer into Kurt’s crib.

He was sleeping with a stuffed teal elephant tucked under his arm. His little chest rose and fell with hypnotic regular ease, and he barely stirred when I kissed his forehead. Our parents and friends had warned us, in that half joking but no seriously we know best way that seasoned parents often employ. They love to council mothers and fathers to be. Loved to warn that we would be getting next to zero sleep once the baby came into our lives. I knew this was a rule, but Kurt was a pleasant and surprising exception. He was good for six or seven hours every night, even when fireworks were exploding like cannon fire across the lake.

I tiptoed out of the room and after cleaning up the mess from last night’s dinner, I broke four eggs into one pan and fried bacon on another. Last night’s hot dog was untouched, further proof that I had been imagining whatever it was that I thought I’d heard, and in an unpredicted bout of madness I threw it out the open window into the loose forest outside for some squirrel or other thing. Probably a dumb thing to do, feeding the animals was a surefire way to get them coming back, but I was filled to burst with sunshine and summer air.

“Breakfast,” I said when Jane wandered out of our bedroom rubbing her eyes. One of my XL hung over her waist like a dress, making me question whether she was wearing underwear. I decided to find out after breakfast.

“Morning sweetness,” she said. “How’s Kurt?”

“Kid’s a champion,” I said. “Still asleep. I don’t even think he woke up during last night's commotion, and I don’t mean the fireworks.”

Jane stopped rubbing her eyes. She frowned. For some reason, she glanced at the couch and the armchair sitting across from the flat screen, then back to me.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who fumbles at innuendos.”

“No, not that. Where’s Kurt?”

My heart dropped, but just a hair.

“He’s in his crib.”

“No he’s not,” Jane said, with a tone suggesting I cut out whatever bad joke I was making. “You brought him out here when you woke up, right?”

“No,” I said, already moving past her back into the bedroom. “Look, he’s right he– “

The crib was empty.

I dropped to my knees and looked under the crib, then spun and checked under the bed. No Kurt. I stood and walked across the room to check the closet. Jane was entering the room behind me. She stuck her hands under the flat blanket in the crib and tossed it aside, as if Kurt might have hidden underneath it.

“Kurt?” she called across the cottage. She was using her mommy voice but there was an edge to it that I didn’t like.

“He couldn’t have gone far,” I said, closing the closet. No Kurt in there either. “He was right there when I woke up.”

“How long ago was that?” Jane asked. She was back tracking my trail, opening and closing the closet for herself.

“Ten minutes? Fifteen tops.”

She left the room and I followed.

“Kurt?” she called again.

I didn’t really start to worry until we knew for sure that he wasn’t in our bedroom, the unused spare, the kitchen, or the bathroom. Jane had pulled every pot and pan out of the bottom row of kitchen cupboards and was crawling in herself to get a better look when I returned to the kitchen.

“I’m going to check outside,” I said, striding past her.

She said something about the basement, but I didn’t catch most of it. In a moment I was outside, and the closing screen door snatched her words out of the air.

I sprinted to the edge of the lake and scanned the surface. I had a horrible frantic fear that I would spot him, a white lump floating calmly across the water, and I would have to splash my way to collect his drowned corpse. The only thing worse would be having to tell Jane, having to show her.

For a second, I saw him there and my blood turned into ice. There he was, my dead son on the water. I blinked. It wasn’t Kurt at all, it was driftwood. The log I had mistaken for my dead child was two or three times as wide around as Kurt, and it’s bark was the deep brown colour of soaked wood, not the pale milk white of drowning.

Keep it together, I told myself.

After a lap around the property, calling out a name that my son could not even say himself never mind respond to, I was about as sure as I ever would be that Kurt hadn’t wandered outside.

“Any luck Jane?” I asked returning to the kitchen. I knew she hadn’t found him. She would’ve shouted for me.

Jane didn’t answer. She wasn’t in the kitchen. She wasn’t in the bedroom or the bathroom either.

“Jane?” I called out, panic rising like a cork up into my throat.

The basement. She had mentioned she was going to look for Kurt down there. I flew through the basement door, and down the cement staircase.

“Jane?”

I brushed a spider web out of my hair and watched the owner throw itself across the room to get out of my warpath.

“Kurt?”

No one answered me, but I could tell Jane was down here. A single tired lightbulb was glowing beside a mountain of old cardboard boxes leaning against the back wall. Jane hated wasting electricity. We both made six figures a year but growing up poor had branded a deep hatred for waste into her skin.

“Jane?”

I had never properly investigated the basement, even when the cottage belonged to my parents, when my brothers and I had the time and energy to explore. It was dark and dusty down here and spider webs clung to every wall. The basement was for storage; not a fun place to be when the shining lake and boundless woods beckoned outside.

I approached the ominous mountain of cardboard. Normally the summit was buried beneath a snowy layer of dust, but there were footprints on the top of a few boxes. Jane had climbed over the pile. Looking closely, I observed that she had pushed boxes aside to clear a path to the back wall.

I followed her prints. The tops of the old cardboard gave a little under my weight, but they held. When I reached the back wall, I looked down. A passage had been hiding behind these boxes for god knew how long, but Jane had spotted it in the search for her infant son. The hole in the floor opened to a black staircase, leading to a level below the basement.

I wondered what had possessed her to go into the foreboding darkened hall, when I spotted it. Kurt’s teal elephant, shrouded in dust and shadows, lay comatose at the bottom of the steps.

“Jane?” I shouted. There was no answer. “Hold up a second Jane, I’m coming.”

I ran back to the kitchen to grab a flashlight, and when I returned I took the black steps two at a time. The beam of my flashlight and the barest hint of Jane’s shoes in the dust led the way. I left the elephant to watch my back.

There were even more spider webs on this level. They hung off the old dark stone in sticky curtains, the bold shadows cast by my light reminded me of tennis rackets. A few of the webs lay broken along the trail. Jane must have torn them loose on her way.

There were spiders hanging in the middle of some of the webs. They had fat brown and orange bodies about as large as quarters, and they scurried into cracks in the stone walls when I pointed aimed the light at them. I wondered what the spiders could possibly be catching and eating down here.

The path hooked right. I was beyond the walls of the house now, and I judged the path was carrying me under the lake. I started thinking that maybe I had made a mistake. My family wasn’t down here. What I had mistaken for foot prints had been nothing more than a trick of the light. Kurt had tossed the elephant down the mysterious black staircase, but of course he hadn’t come this far in the dark by himself. Jane was probably in the kitchen right now with Kurt in her arms, wondering where I had gotten off to. I was just about to turn back when my flashlight landed on Kurt’s sock.

I bent and peeled the sock off the black stone floor. It was light blue with white spaceships soaring across the yarn, hand knitted by Jane’s mother.

“Jane!” I shouted. “Kurt!”

Something moved up ahead. Jane’s shoe scuffing against stone. I wanted to run down the path towards the sound, but it was hard to find courage in the bowels of the earth, so I walked.

I was forced to stop when I came to a wall of spider webs. There was a host in each of them the size of a dollar. They scurried away when the beam of the flashlight burned their blind eyes, and I realized that the path was not blocked by the webbing after all. I was staring at another wall. It was a dead end.

I nearly turned back again, but my flashlight happened to drop, revealing a battered old trap door with a cast iron handle. It looked like the sort of thing that would prove to be heavier than first guess.

The trapdoor was shut, but it was clear that Jane had been through it. There was a single ginger hair caught on the nearest corner. It was catching the beam and flickering it back at me, ushering me down. I pulled the hair and twisted it between my fingers. The length and colour were a perfect match. Definitely one of Jane’s.

The trapdoor opened with a screech that could wake the dead. It was heavy, too heavy for Kurt to get through on his own, and yet Jane had passed this way. Had it been opened up when my son came this way? Had Jane picked him up and carried him farther into the darkness? I could not fathom what possible reason she could have for doing this, but it was the only plausible explanation for what I was seeing.

I peered inside, and my flashlight revealed on the top of a ladder stretching down into a void. My beam of light ran down the length of the ladder, and I saw that if I had walked blindly forward I would have fallen at least twenty feet into yet another basement level. I shuddered. It was cold down there, and a rotting odour was wafting up through the trapdoor.

The walls in the deeper level were made from cracked and moss-covered cobble, and the floor was mud. There were small pools of water scattered here and there, and some of them had clumps of grey algae floating on the surface. The lake was finding its way into the chamber somehow, turning the chasm below me into a shallow swamp.

I noticed thin white and yellow mushrooms sprouting from the walls and the mud, and I made a mental note to myself to avoid them at all costs. Spider bites were annoying but poisonous fungus could give you a serious infection.

“Jane!” I shouted down. “Jane are you down there?”

There was no answer.

“Jane? Jane can you hear me?”

When no one answered I took a deep breath and climbed down the ladder. I kept the flashlight clenched tight beneath my teeth.

There was a huge bang when the second after my shoes hit the mud. I looked up and the bottom of the trapdoor greeted me. I had leaned it up against the wall, I was sure, but someone or something had knocked it down. Kurt maybe? Had I missed him in the dark? There was a sound that reminded me of a canoe brushing against dirt and rocks when coming into shore. Someone was pushing a heavy object over the lid of the trapdoor.

Definitely not Kurt then.

“Hey!” I shouted. My cry echoed a thousand times down the grimy trail ahead of me.

“Hey hey hey hey ey ey ey ey”.

I carried on down the path, shouting for Jane. I did not want to push against the top of the trapdoor and discover I could not get out. I was worried enough as it was. I would cross that bridge when I came to it.

“Jane!” I shouted.

“Jane Jane Jane Jane ane ane ane ane ne ne,” said the walls.

My boot brushed against one of the mushrooms. I had not noticed the fungus on my first passover with the flashlight, and the beam was pointed ahead of me, not straight down. With terrible speed, the cap flopped onto my boot and stuck there. It did not come free no matter how hard I shook my foot.

“Son of a bitch!”

A tapping noise behind me answered. Something was walking through the puddles. Something big with a lot of legs.

I spun, and my beam light just kissed one spider leg as it disappeared into the darkness. The thing was as large as a housecat. I shivered. Good thing I had thought to grab the flash light.

“Jane!”

“Jane Jane Jane Jane ane ane ane ane ne ne.”

I carried on, minutes seemed to stretch on and on.

“Jane!” I called again.

“Miles?”

That was her. She was not too far ahead, her voice was quieter than a whisper and it was tough to discern my own name over the layers of echoes, but it was Jane’s voice. That was what mattered.

“Jane! Stop, I’m coming!”

I ran to her. Light burst from my hand and danced across the mud and stone walls. The trail turned sharply left, and when I was ten feet away, Jane stepped out from around the corner. Her skin was milk white. Her green eyes were clouded, and a swirling fog was reflecting on them instead of my own scared face. She looked like a ghost.

“Jane are you alright?”

“Miles,” she said. “Go back. One got me. I’m done for.”

I approached. I had to lower the flash light because she kept flinching away from the light whenever it brushed her skin.

“Jane! What are you talking about? What do you mean something got you? Where’s Kurt?”

I put my hands on her shoulders and she pushed me off, taking a step back into the blackness.

“No time Miles. No time. You have to… run. They got me. It got me.”

“What got you Jane? What go –” but I never finished asking my question.

In the same instant that I noticed the clear rope growing from the back of her head, it was yanked backward. Jane cried out as she was pulled head first into the darkness. She screamed, and it sounded like shattering glass, and then the scream was severed. It cut out all at once, like she was on the phone with me and someone had hung up on her end.

Her screaming was replaced by horrible crunching and slobbering sounds, and I brought up my flashlight, my only means of protection.

The beam flickered, the battery inside warning me to get back to safety.

A spider bigger than a grizzly bear filled the hall in front of me. I watched my wife’s waist, then legs, then the heels of her shoes disappear into its squashing mouth, pushed inside by two hairy tarantula legs. They were four feet long at least.

I screamed when the strobing flashlight found the spider’s blind glistening eyes. It scuttled backwards, but as it went, eight pinprick pupils with a lingering shred of awareness found me. They marked me, and gooseflesh burst across my skin. Then the spider was gone, hurrying through pools of stagnant water until it was out of the light.

I spun and ran as fast as I could back towards the ladder. I discovered with horror that a cluster of spiders had crowded behind me, had been creeping up soundlessly while my back was turned. Discovered, they dove out of my way and the path ahead was clear. Spiders as large as cats and small dogs hurried out of the light’s dying glare. I was reminded of the scene in the second Harry Potter movie with all of the spiders. Those ones did not look quite so mean, did not have those hateful pink eyes.

One creature as large as a great Dane stepped to the side of the path. Instead of fleeing from the light, it was content to step aside and watch me run by. I felt its horrible eyes as I rushed past. I knew it could not see me, those eyes had been burned out by the darkness a long time ago, but it knew about light, and it knew when the light was gone it would be time to feed.

Something was coming behind me, something huge. Not the great Dane spider, maybe not even the grizzly bear that had eaten Jane. The thing behind me was titanic. It was afraid of the light, but it was also ravenously hungry.

The light was dying, disappearing into nothingness and flicking back to life in the next moment. Each time it came back a little later than the stammer of power before. Eventually, the light would flicker out like a candle, and would not come back on.

The ladder was just ahead of me. I hurtled on to the first rung and climbed for my life.

My worst fear was confirmed when I pushed my flat palm against the top of the trapdoor. It budged, but only slightly. Something was on top of it weighing it down, maybe a fat spider.

I shoved again. The door opened and inch, then crashed back down. I shoved with my shoulder, stepping up another rung to put as much force as I could into the hit. I almost got the lid up, but the trapdoor clattered back down after opening maybe a foot. I lost my balance, recovered it, but the flashlight slipped out of my hands.

I grabbed for it as it fell, got a few fingers around the plastic stem, fumbled it, and watched my only lifeboat drop sink to the floor below. It seemed to spiral in slow motion, like a lighthouse tipping over. It exploded into a thousand pieces when it hit the ground, but before it did I got a glimpse of the monster following me.

It was a spider the size of an elephant. Its wrinkled skin was the same aggravated purple as a flaring bruise, and it was totally bald. I had a sense that it was older by far than the cottage above it, maybe older than the lake. The creature had been lurking nearly out of sight, not wanting to come too close to the waving flashlight while I tried to escape.

Before the flashlight burst, I saw its eyes were locked on me. It was slobbering venom and saliva. It could not wait to have me.

Through the darkness, I heard it coming tentatively forward through the puddles, perhaps wary I would produce another light. The ladder shook a bit with each step. I was out of time.

I felt one of its legs prodding the bottom of the ladder. It did not have the courage to come at me yet, but it would soon. I shoved as hard as I possibly could against the top of the trapdoor, driving it upwards with everything I had.

It clacked open at last, flinging all of the way back and staying open. The spider who had been holding it down ran back the way it had come and out of sight. I got my arms over the lip of the cavern and started to heave myself onto the higher floor.

The ladder gave way. I had managed to haul enough of myself over the edge so that I was able to hold on, and my swinging feet kicked the top of the ladder while it went down.

The old spider made a horrible titter noise, like a demon giggling. Thunder boomed from the depths as the purple monstrosity pounced on the ladder. The wood cracked in the beast’s mouth. It had been expecting to find me still attached to the ladder, would be furious when it realized it had been cheated it out of a meal. A scent of rotting fish came up through my nostrils and I knew I was smelling the spider’s innards.

I was sweating profusely. I wore a t-shirt, and my slicked-up forearms made it almost impossible to hoist myself up. I pushed straight up on my hands, like an olympic gymnast on the hanging rings. My belly button rubbed against the threshold between cold basement and the purple spider’s domain, and I leaned forward. I brought one leg up, pushed it against the back of the trapdoor, and my knees went from open air to rubbing painfully against the black stone.

Then I was on my knees. My feet were hanging over the edge of the chasm and I pulled them back quickly.

I was aching with sadness for Kurt and Jane, but the glow of relief was there too. I was alive. Broken, maybe mentally fucked up for the rest of my life, but alive.

I scrambled to my feet and ran. I made it a few steps, but something caught my shoe in midair, nearly throwing me face first into the ground. I looked down. A hauntingly familiar white rope was trailing from the bottom of my shoe, the one with the fungus still attached, all the way back to the trapdoor.

The spider on the other end of the sticky silk rope pulled once, investigating, and I was jerked backwards onto my ass. A cry of pain shot out of my throat before I could catch it and hold it back. Then I was gliding slowly back down the path, being towed like a fish on the end of a line, towards the open trapdoor.

I fumbled with my shoe, trying to pull it off, but my hand brushed the mushroom stuck there and pain seared through my hand like it had been impaled on a spear. The fungus squirmed in joy, and when I yanked my hand away, it spread like a gluey paste across my shoelaces. The chunk on my hand did not let go. The pain was transcendent. I felt the fungus melting through my shoelace, beginning to burn my foot, all while I slid towards my doom.

I tried to kick off the shoe my using my other foot to press against the heel, but that only brought on more pain. The fungus stretching from my hand down to my shoe had melded itself to my foot, so that when I pressed I felt a rocket of hot pain shoot up through my foot, all the way up to my hand. It was like a stick of boiling chewing gum, but it was binding my foot and hand together instead of my hair.

Then I was at the trapdoor. I screamed. I tried to dig in my feet, but it was no good. I felt my foot being pulled over the edge into the abyss, then my legs and then the rest of me. I was falling, howling, and in the last moments before the spider’s maw cut through my leg, and before its legs stuffed the rest of me into its belly, I heard the demonic giggling one more time. I wonder if I will see Jane and Kurt again in the afterlife, or inside of the monster’s stomach.

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What is there to do in la coruna spain

1. Visit the symbol of the city, the Tower of Hercules. Have you ever climbed one of the tallest preserved buildings of Roman times? With its approximately 37.2 m high, the Tower of Hercules has one of the best views of the city. It is the only Roman lighthouse in the world that from its origins to the present day continues in operation. 2 . Take a tapa at the La Bombilla bar. Since 1937 this bar has filled the stomachs of anyone who lends to eat standing up chatting in good company. Both good typical Spanish tapas for € 1 (tortilla, croqueta, fillet ...), as well as its location in the center of the atmosphere of the night Coruña, make it a classic. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KW6Q7fEg0_c 3. Go to Marineda City, one of the largest Shopping Centers in Europe. Whether you love shopping or hating, whether you love fast food or healthy food, going to the cinema or bowling alley ... after wandering around its restaurants, leisure centers and around 200 shops, you will not be able to say that You have not been able to buy those pants that you were looking for or that you are still hungry. 4. Take photos to tourist mode in front of the Plaza de María Pita. One of the most photographed places in the city by tourists. Why? For fulfilling the requirements of a good selfie: beautiful background scenery, good light and a wide square to look for your best angle. 5. Visit the Castillo de San Antón. Yes, you read well, we also have a castle! Built in the 16th century, it has been used as a defensive building, prison and even to isolate sailors who came to the city affected by an infectious disease. Today it is an archaeological and historical museum, and inside you can see exhibitions on the history of Galicia and Coruña. 6. On Sundays stay with your friends in the bars on Calle San Juan. On the last day of the week the city goes out, it stops having as much movement and bustle as daily. But there is a hidden place that is part of the exception that confirms the rule: the bars of San Juan Street. Any Sunday afternoon of the year is overflowing with people drinking vermouth, talking and listening to live music. It is essential to live it to understand it. 7. Eat octopus to the fair in the inn A Lanchiña. Galicia is the land of seafood and, as you may have already heard, we love to eat octopus, but not in any way! We love the traditional recipe called 'octopus to the fair' . There are many places in Coruña where you can go to try it, but our recommendation is to go to the inn A Lanchiña, specialized in this delicacy. 8. Check with your own eyes because Coruña is the city of glass. Along the Avenida de la Marina the buildings have a unique architecture perfectly adapted to the climate of the city: buildings with galleries and large stained glass, which prevent the entrance of water to the houses and at the same time allow their illumination with natural light. This is why Coruña is known as the city of glass . 9. Drinking the best beer in the world at Estrella Galicia Brewery. Brewery set in the same place as the original Estrella Galicia factory. They serve all the varieties of beer made in the wine cellar of A Coruña, as well as skewers and rations. With the passage of time it has become a place of worship for brewers and a proof of it is that it is always overflowing with people. 10. Try new flavors in the best ice cream parlors. Who does not like to enjoy a good ice cream? Although there are many places to buy them, we suggest you try the ice cream shops: Real, Colón and La Italiana. Their ice cream is so rich that we can not recommend a single place! 11. Watch Dawn from the Club Beach Club. Would you like to dance in a nightclub overlooking the sea? And see the sunrise lying on the sand? Then do it! The Club Playa disco combines both in one place, one of those pleasures that this city offers. 12. Go shopping at "Los Mallos", a traditional street market. Every Tuesday and Saturday of the year there is an open-air flea market on the esplanade A Sardiñeira. Integrated by 195 varied positions among which prevail the ones of textile and footwear. A place to look for bargains is not an impossible mission. Try it! 13. Go to the Square of Humor. Enjoying art for free is possible just by going to this square located opposite the San Agustín Market. In it there are drawings of various international comic characters like Asterix and Obelix; Spaniards like Mortadelo and Filemón or even Galician authors like Castelao and Vicente Risco. 14. View the city from the Mount of San Pedro. The best best views of the city you will find in this former defensive point. And if you're picky ... to say that it also has an English maze, a duck pond, several cannons, war machines, a panoramic elevator, a restaurant ... What more do you want? 15. Go for wines and tapas to the street of the Barrier. There are many areas in the glass city where to go for wines and tapas but we recommend La Barrera street especially for its atmosphere and charm, its location and variety in locals ... and because we know you will end up recommending it! 16. Go to the House of Sciences and fall asleep in the Planetarium. Despite being a science museum, it is not the typical science museum, it is interactive and suitable for all audiences. It has a planetarium and ... raise your hand who has not fallen asleep on it! It is frequent and surprising at the same time: seeing the stars relaxes the mind of the visitor. 17. Have breakfast at the International Cafeteria after a night of partying. Local pilgrimage by the party people who after a good night want to eat breakfast before going home to sleep. Located in a central area, in it you can satisfy your hunger and your palate. Also, the taxi rank is very close. 18. Watch a football match at Riazor Stadium. The city has a football stadium where the Real Club Deportivo de La Coruña plays. If you like football you have a pending appointment to support them and chant their songs, every good lover of this sport does it! 19. Go to the Domus. Museum dedicated to the characteristics of the human being. Through more than 200 interactive activities you can learn about, for example, nutrition, reproduction or genetics. 20. Visit the Aquarium. The Aquarium Finisterrae, also known as the House of the Fish, is situated on the seashore with a large fixed exposure and a temporary exposure to the marine world. But the main attraction is the seals, specifically the moment that the caregivers feed them, is a spectacle. Find out about the schedule and do not miss it. Also, good news: entry is free with your UDC student card! 21. Stay with someone at the Obelisk. Its good location and communication makes it the most crowded Meeting Point. And yes, maybe you're the one who plays pringar and wait for that friend who is always late, but you will not be bored because you end up talking to your friends who are in the same situation. 22. Bathing in Riazor. They say that a picture is worth a thousand words, this is the case of the photos of Riazor beach, they speak for themselves! For something it will always have tourists visiting it and Coruñeses enjoying it. 23. Enjoy a play at the Teatro Colón. We are talking about going to the Teatro Colón but we could do the same of the Rosalía de Castro Theater, Metropolitan Forum or Agora Center. If the intention is to see theater, either is perfectly valid. But Columbus has a je ne sais quoi difficult to explain, perhaps it's architecture or history ... 24. Sing "Live in Coruña how beautiful it is, partying and sleeping on foot ..." when you go with party friends. It was 1983 when the Galician singer Ana Kiro began to sing the song Vivir na Coruña that pretty is, song that speaks of how beautiful it is to live in this city and of the possibility to leave of party to finish sleeping standing. Reason why every good coruñés loves to sing it on any occasion. 25. Find the archaeological excavations of Elviña Castro. This castro is a fortified settlement characteristic of the castreña culture of the northwest of the Iberian peninsula and one of the biggest of the northern Galicia. The tour is free and includes a guide, it is not necessary the reservation, only to be informed of the opening hours. You will be surprised to see how close it is to the Elviña campus. 26. Take a chocolate with churros in Bonilla to the Vista. The chocolate with churros is a typical Spanish dish consumed during the winter and very early hours breakfast or snack. It is a contrast of flavors, the bitter sweetness of the hot chocolate mixed with the oily and crunchy taste of the churro make the perfect pair. The best ones you will find in the churrilla Bonilla a la Vista, where you should also try the potato chips from the Galician company itself. 27. To suffer an unplanned downpour. No matter how many times you look at weather forecasts, Galicia will never hit you! The clouds that pass through Coruña are very naughty and never warn when they will begin to download. Therefore, if one day falls a shower without warning and you do not have an umbrella, we have a Spanish saying that is: "bad weather, good face". 28. Always leave home with a jacket just in case . Sorry, but rain is not the only meteorological warning, we also have sudden temperature changes. That is why every good cautious Galician leaves home with a jacket, even if it is hot, because he knows that it is likely that at night refresh . 29. Drinking tea in the old city's tearooms. Yes, we may not be experts in tea, yes, we confess ... but anyway we have some teapots in the old city that are worth visiting for their carpets, cushions, rugs, pastries, teas and other surprises. A small oasis of relaxation and peace in an energetic city! 30. Take a snack at the Rogelio Bar. If there is a mythical site of Coruña to eat snacks that is the Rogelio. In addition to classic sandwiches, his specialty is the Guerrilleros and the Cannibals. Do you dare to try them? 31. Remember that A Coruña is the city in which no one is a stranger . Do you know the slogan of the city? Do you hear the phrase A Coruña, the city where no one is a stranger ? In fact, it is the slogan that describes a reality. The feeling of each person comes that, after a short time, has the feeling that it is from here of all life. This is the magic of Coruña, it is cozy! 32. Skip the bonfires on the day of San Juan on the beach. On June 23 , the shortest and most magical night of the year, the night of San Juan is celebrated. Through the streets and beaches of the city fires are lit to welcome the summer. It is said that if you jump 9 times above the fire you will get protection and good suerta. If you try, do not forget that the fire always burns and makes pupa. 33. Buy a tenth in the La Favorita Administration (before December 22). The Christmas Lottery is one of the most popular lottery draws in Spain. We all go crazy because we touch the Gordo - is the name given to the maximum possible prize, about 400,000 € - and for that touch there is buy a tenth, if possible in La Favorita ... say it gives good luck! 34. Visit the town of Maria Pita. During Christmas there is a beautiful Christmas village in the Plaza de María Pita. It is advisable to see it at night, its lighting has a special charm that will love you. 35. Take chestnuts on Royal Street at Christmas. In the past, chestnut was the basis of the Galician diet for having a great caloric intake. But over time it has been replaced by frequent use of the potato. Nowadays, from October until January they are usually roasted to eat as an aperitif or snack. You can buy them freshly roasted and ready to eat in one of the stands of chestnuts located in the Calle Real. Click to Post

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NBA mock draft 2017: The lottery gods smile upon the Lakers

We used ESPN’s lottery machine to randomize the order for this mock draft. Of course the Lakers took No. 1.

The Los Angeles Lakers have every incentive to lose right now. Instead, Luke Walton’s team keeps winning with blatant disregard for their lottery chances.

The Lakers won their fourth straight game on Sunday night when D’Angelo Russell beat the Minnesota Timberwolves at the buzzer. This recent streak dropped their odds of winning the lottery from a 19.9 percent to 15.6 percent. LA’s pick goes to the Philadelphia 76ers if it lands outside the top-3. If that happens, the Lakers also owe their 2019 first rounder to the Orlando Magic.

If the Lakers do land in the top-3, they get to keep both picks.

The future of the league’s premier franchise is directly tied to the whim of ping-pong balls. We know the NBA hates tanking, and the Lakers haven’t done it in spite of their best interests. Will they be rewarded for their competitive spirit?

In this mock draft, they are. The order here was determined by ESPN’s lottery machine, and it landed the Lakers at No. 1 on the first spin. Just for fun, I replayed it a second time, and the Hornets got the top pick with just a 0.7 percent chance. The Lakers, meanwhile, lost both picks by finishing No. 5.

1. Los Angeles Lakers - Markelle Fultz, PG, Washington

The dream scenario for the Lakers would set up a fascinating decision at No. 1: consensus pick Markelle Fultz vs. hometown hero Lonzo Ball. ESPN actually has the Lakers taking Ball in this scenario. The smart money is still on the allure of Fultz being too much to pass on.

Fultz has no apparent weaknesses in his game. He has great size, shoots well from the outside, thrives in the pick-and-roll and is capable of making game-changing plays on defense. Just check out our compilation of his best chase-down blocks from earlier this year:

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2. Boston Celtics - Lonzo Ball, PG, UCLA

The Celtics don’t have a guard on the roster with Ball’s combination of size, shooting and elite basketball IQ. He would be able to play with Isaiah Thomas or run the show when Thomas is on the bench.?

Josh Jackson wouldn’t be a bad option, either. Boston hit on Jaylen Brown a year ago, and Jackson would let them go all-in on athletic, two-way wings. Ball’s shooting ability gives him the tie-breaker.

3. Philadelphia 76ers - Josh Jackson, SF, Philadelphia

Yes, the Sixers need shooters if Ben Simmons is going to be their primary creator. Yes, shooting is still the biggest hole in Jackson’s skill set even after a hot stretch to close the year boosted his three-point percentage to a respectable 37.8 percent. Jackson simply brings too much else to the table at a position of need for Philly to pass on him.

The Sixers’ defense improved from No. 25 to No. 15 this season, and adding Jackson would be another step towards becoming an elite defensive team. He has the athleticism to get out in transition and run with Simmons. His passing ability will help him play with two other stars, too. NBA teams will have to investigate a troubling episode where he allegedly attacked a teammate’s ex-girlfriend’s car.

4. Phoenix Suns - Jayson Tatum, SF, Duke

Tatum was just starting to hit a groove when Duke was upset by South Carolina in the second round of the NCAA tournament. He was the best player in the ACC tournament — scoring 19 or more in every game during the Blue Devils’ title run. As a former top-recruit, NBA scouts have been tracking him for years. For the most part, he lived up to the hype as a college freshman.

5. Orlando Magic - Dennis Smith Jr., PG, NC State

The Magic have lacked an identity since trading Dwight Howard in 2013. Smith could change that. At his best, Smith is the type of lead guard who looks like he’s shot out of a cannon. Strong, fast and explosive around the rim, he could give Orlando the jolt it’s been seeking for years.

6. New York Knicks - De’Aaron Fox, PG, Kentucky

Throw the Triangle in the trash and let De’Aaron Fox run wild. The Kentucky point guard is the fastest player in this draft. He has the potential to be one of the best defenders and playmakers, too. His three-point shot is an obvious flaw, but he proved capable of putting up big numbers without one. His dominance of Lonzo Ball in the Sweet 16 was arguably the most impressive individual performance of the season.

7. Sacramento Kings - Jonathan Isaac, SF, Florida State

If the Kings kept DeMarcus Cousins, there was a good chance their first rounder would have went to the Chicago Bulls as a pick falling outside the top-10. Instead, Sacramento will have two top-10 picks it badly needs to nail to rejuvenate the franchise post-Boogie.

Isaac would be a great start. The 6’11 wing has quick feet and a developing three-point stroke. He projects as a super role player with the potential to grow into something even more.

8. Minnesota Timberwolves - Lauri Markkanen, PF, Arizona

The Wolves have a lottery pick at point guard (two, actually), shooting guard, small forward and center. All they’re missing is a power forward. Markkanen is a 7-footer who doubles as one of the draft’s best shooters. He could provide necessary driving lanes for Andrew Wiggins and Zach LaVine while Karl-Anthony Towns helps him out on the defensive end.

9. Dallas Mavericks - Malik Monk, G, Kentucky

Monk runs hot and cold, but when he’s on he’s arguably the most electric scorer in this class. His 47-point performance against North Carolina — aided by eight three-pointers — stands out as one of the highlights of the college season. Dallas has plenty of minutes available in the backcourt and could even start to groom Monk as a point guard for down the road.

10. Sacramento Kings - Frank Ntilikina, PG, France

The Kings go to France for an 18-year-old point guard who looks like he could project as a 3-&-D prospect in the vein of George Hill or Patrick Beverley. Pairing him with Isaac in the top-10 would give the Kings length and athleticism at two positions of need.

11. Charlotte Hornets - Miles Bridges, F, Michigan

What is Miles Bridges in the NBA? Is he reliable enough on both ends to be a 3-&-D wing? At 6’6, is he big enough to be a small ball four? Some team in the lottery will look at his elite athleticism and bet he can figure it out either way. Bridges should be one of the best dunkers in the league the minute he enters it.

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12. Detroit Pistons - Zach Collins, C, Gonzaga

Collins was thought to be on the fence about returning to school before Gonzaga’s run to the championship game. Now he’s a likely lottery pick if he decides to come out. His six blocks against South Carolina in the Final Four showed his defensive potential. On offense, he’s a developing shooter and capable post scorer.

13. Denver Nuggets - OG Anunoby, SF, Indiana

It’s going to take a leap of faith for someone to draft OG Anunoby after his ACL tear in January. The Nuggets are in prime position to make it. Denver drafted a pair of scoring guards last year in Jamal Murray and Malik Beasley. They have a superstar at center in Nikola Jokic. What Denver needs now is a versatile athlete who can defend multiple positions and cover up mistakes. Anunoby could be that type of player.

14. Miami Heat - Harry Giles, C, Duke

The Heat’s training staff is one of the best in the league. That could make them willing to roll the dice on Giles, the former top recruit who was slowed down by repeated knee injuries in his one year at Duke. If Giles can stay healthy, he could be a major steal at this point in the draft.

15. Chicago Bulls - Justin Jackson, SF, North Carolina

Jackson fits the mold of the type of player the Bulls like. He’s a college veteran who grew as a shooter in his junior year and was the catalyst for North Carolina’s run to the national championship. He’ll need to prove his three-point shot is for real and that he can defend stronger, more athletic wings at the next level.

16. Portland Trail Blazers - Kostja Mushidi, SG, Belgium

Mushidi looked great at the Nike Hoop Summit last week, lighting it up from three-point range and showing an ability to create off the dribble. It seems like there’s a top pick from Mega Leks every year and he gets the honor in this draft.

17. Indiana Pacers - Terrance Ferguson, SG, Adelaide (NBL)

Ferguson had a rough year playing professionally in Australia, but he’ll get drafted somewhere around here because of his athleticism and shooting ability. T-Ferg hit 7-of-11 threes in last year’s Nike Hoop Summit and can also windmill from the free throw line. Here’s proof:

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18. Milwaukee Bucks - D.J. Wilson, PF/C, Michigan

No one has Wilson rated this highly, but that didn’t stop the Bucks from drafting Giannis Antetokounmpo and Thon Maker. At 6’10, 240 pounds, Wilson hit 41 threes (at 37.5 percent) and blocked 51 shots for Michigan as a junior. If Milwaukee is looking for an insurance policy for Jabari Parker, Wilson might be worth a shot.

19. Atlanta Hawks - Jarrett Allen, C, Texas

The Hawks are in prime position to develop a young center with Dwight Howard having two years left on his contract. Jarrett Allen gets the edge here over Creighton’s Justin Patton and Wake Forest’s John Collins because he projects as the best two-way player of the three. Allen is raw, but it’s hard to find a young big man with his combination of quickness and length.

20. Portland Trail Blazers - Isaiah Hartenstein, PF/C, Germany

NBA scouts got a good look at Hartenstein at last week’s Nike Hoop Summit, where he finished with 10 points in the game. He’s a big body with a developing face-up game.

21. Oklahoma City Thunder - John Collins, PF/C, Wake Forest

Collins is a super efficient scorer around the rim who could give the Thunder a cheaper alternative to Enes Kanter.

22. Brooklyn Nets - Ivan Rabb, PF, Cal

Rabb was supposed to be one of the best players in the country as a sophomore. Instead, his numbers barely rose from his freshman year while his shooting percentage tanked. It’s hard to know what to make of him in this draft, but a spot in the 20s feels fair.

23. Utah Jazz - Donovan Mitchell, SG, Louisville

Mitchell has one of the most difficult stay-or-go decisions in this draft. If he comes back, Louisville could be the preseason No. 1 with championship aspirations. NBA teams might fall in love with his athleticism at the draft combine, too. This is one to monitor.

24. Toronto Raptors - Rodions Kurucs, SG, Barcelona II

A draft-and-stash option who could potentially turn into a 6’8 wing shooter.

25. Orlando Magic - Luke Kennard, SG, Duke

When everyone expected Grayson Allen to be the best player in America, he wasn’t even the best shooting guard on his team. Kennard is an assassin scorer who will find a role in the league as a shooter.

26. Brooklyn Nets - Monte Morris, PG, Iowa State

The Assist-to-Turnover Ratio Gawd was a beloved figure in college basketball. Nets fans should like him, too.

27. Portland Trail Blazers - T.J. Leaf, PF, UCLA

Lonzo Ball got all of the attention for UCLA this year, but Leaf quietly led the Bruins in scoring. Portland could use a front court shooter.

28. Los Angeles Lakers - Tyler Lydon, PF, Syracuse

Lydon can really shoot the ball and he’s also a feisty rebounder. The sophomore would be a good value in this spot.

29. San Antonio Spurs - Justin Patton, C, Creighton

Patton is late blooming center who turned into a potential first rounder after a redshirt season. He moves well for a big man and should make defense his calling-card.

30. Utah Jazz - Bonzie Colson, PF, Notre Dame

Colson makes up for his lack of height (6’5) with a 7-foot wingspan and 43 percent shooting from deep. He’s a high IQ player who dominated the ACC this year. It wouldn’t surprise anyone who watched him at Notre Dame if he carved out a role in the league.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KW6Q7fEg0_c 1. Visit the symbol of the city, the Tower of Hercules. Have you ever climbed one of the tallest preserved buildings of Roman times? With its approximately 37.2 m high, the Tower of Hercules has one of the best views of the city. It is the only Roman lighthouse in the world that from its origins to the present day continues in operation. 2 . Take a tapa at the La Bombilla bar. Since 1937 this bar has filled the stomachs of anyone who lends to eat standing up chatting in good company. Both good typical Spanish tapas for € 1 (tortilla, croqueta, fillet ...), as well as its location in the center of the atmosphere of the night Coruña, make it a classic. 3. Go to Marineda City, one of the largest Shopping Centers in Europe. Whether you love shopping or hating, whether you love fast food or healthy food, going to the cinema or bowling alley ... after wandering around its restaurants, leisure centers and around 200 shops, you will not be able to say that You have not been able to buy those pants that you were looking for or that you are still hungry. 4. Take photos to tourist mode in front of the Plaza de María Pita. One of the most photographed places in the city by tourists. Why? For fulfilling the requirements of a good selfie: beautiful background scenery, good light and a wide square to look for your best angle. 5. Visit the Castillo de San Antón. Yes, you read well, we also have a castle! Built in the 16th century, it has been used as a defensive building, prison and even to isolate sailors who came to the city affected by an infectious disease. Today it is an archaeological and historical museum, and inside you can see exhibitions on the history of Galicia and Coruña. 6. On Sundays stay with your friends in the bars on Calle San Juan. On the last day of the week the city goes out, it stops having as much movement and bustle as daily. But there is a hidden place that is part of the exception that confirms the rule: the bars of San Juan Street. Any Sunday afternoon of the year is overflowing with people drinking vermouth, talking and listening to live music. It is essential to live it to understand it. 7. Eat octopus to the fair in the inn A Lanchiña. Galicia is the land of seafood and, as you may have already heard, we love to eat octopus, but not in any way! We love the traditional recipe called 'octopus to the fair' . There are many places in Coruña where you can go to try it, but our recommendation is to go to the inn A Lanchiña, specialized in this delicacy. 8. Check with your own eyes because Coruña is the city of glass. Along the Avenida de la Marina the buildings have a unique architecture perfectly adapted to the climate of the city: buildings with galleries and large stained glass, which prevent the entrance of water to the houses and at the same time allow their illumination with natural light. This is why Coruña is known as the city of glass . 9. Drinking the best beer in the world at Estrella Galicia Brewery. Brewery set in the same place as the original Estrella Galicia factory. They serve all the varieties of beer made in the wine cellar of A Coruña, as well as skewers and rations. With the passage of time it has become a place of worship for brewers and a proof of it is that it is always overflowing with people. 10. Try new flavors in the best ice cream parlors. Who does not like to enjoy a good ice cream? Although there are many places to buy them, we suggest you try the ice cream shops: Real, Colón and La Italiana. Their ice cream is so rich that we can not recommend a single place! 11. Watch Dawn from the Club Beach Club. Would you like to dance in a nightclub overlooking the sea? And see the sunrise lying on the sand? Then do it! The Club Playa disco combines both in one place, one of those pleasures that this city offers. 12. Go shopping at "Los Mallos", a traditional street market. Every Tuesday and Saturday of the year there is an open-air flea market on the esplanade A Sardiñeira. Integrated by 195 varied positions among which prevail the ones of textile and footwear. A place to look for bargains is not an impossible mission. Try it! 13. Go to the Square of Humor. Enjoying art for free is possible just by going to this square located opposite the San Agustín Market. In it there are drawings of various international comic characters like Asterix and Obelix; Spaniards like Mortadelo and Filemón or even Galician authors like Castelao and Vicente Risco. 14. View the city from the Mount of San Pedro. The best best views of the city you will find in this former defensive point. And if you're picky ... to say that it also has an English maze, a duck pond, several cannons, war machines, a panoramic elevator, a restaurant ... What more do you want? 15. Go for wines and tapas to the street of the Barrier. There are many areas in the glass city where to go for wines and tapas but we recommend La Barrera street especially for its atmosphere and charm, its location and variety in locals ... and because we know you will end up recommending it! 16. Go to the House of Sciences and fall asleep in the Planetarium. Despite being a science museum, it is not the typical science museum, it is interactive and suitable for all audiences. It has a planetarium and ... raise your hand who has not fallen asleep on it! It is frequent and surprising at the same time: seeing the stars relaxes the mind of the visitor. 17. Have breakfast at the International Cafeteria after a night of partying. Local pilgrimage by the party people who after a good night want to eat breakfast before going home to sleep. Located in a central area, in it you can satisfy your hunger and your palate. Also, the taxi rank is very close. 18. Watch a football match at Riazor Stadium. The city has a football stadium where the Real Club Deportivo de La Coruña plays. If you like football you have a pending appointment to support them and chant their songs, every good lover of this sport does it! 19. Go to the Domus. Museum dedicated to the characteristics of the human being. Through more than 200 interactive activities you can learn about, for example, nutrition, reproduction or genetics. 20. Visit the Aquarium. The Aquarium Finisterrae, also known as the House of the Fish, is situated on the seashore with a large fixed exposure and a temporary exposure to the marine world. But the main attraction is the seals, specifically the moment that the caregivers feed them, is a spectacle. Find out about the schedule and do not miss it. Also, good news: entry is free with your UDC student card! 21. Stay with someone at the Obelisk. Its good location and communication makes it the most crowded Meeting Point. And yes, maybe you're the one who plays pringar and wait for that friend who is always late, but you will not be bored because you end up talking to your friends who are in the same situation. 22. Bathing in Riazor. They say that a picture is worth a thousand words, this is the case of the photos of Riazor beach, they speak for themselves! For something it will always have tourists visiting it and Coruñeses enjoying it. 23. Enjoy a play at the Teatro Colón. We are talking about going to the Teatro Colón but we could do the same of the Rosalía de Castro Theater, Metropolitan Forum or Agora Center. If the intention is to see theater, either is perfectly valid. But Columbus has a je ne sais quoi difficult to explain, perhaps it's architecture or history ... 24. Sing "Live in Coruña how beautiful it is, partying and sleeping on foot ..." when you go with party friends. It was 1983 when the Galician singer Ana Kiro began to sing the song Vivir na Coruña that pretty is, song that speaks of how beautiful it is to live in this city and of the possibility to leave of party to finish sleeping standing. Reason why every good coruñés loves to sing it on any occasion. 25. Find the archaeological excavations of Elviña Castro. This castro is a fortified settlement characteristic of the castreña culture of the northwest of the Iberian peninsula and one of the biggest of the northern Galicia. The tour is free and includes a guide, it is not necessary the reservation, only to be informed of the opening hours. You will be surprised to see how close it is to the Elviña campus. 26. Take a chocolate with churros in Bonilla to the Vista. The chocolate with churros is a typical Spanish dish consumed during the winter and very early hours breakfast or snack. It is a contrast of flavors, the bitter sweetness of the hot chocolate mixed with the oily and crunchy taste of the churro make the perfect pair. The best ones you will find in the churrilla Bonilla a la Vista, where you should also try the potato chips from the Galician company itself. 27. To suffer an unplanned downpour. No matter how many times you look at weather forecasts, Galicia will never hit you! The clouds that pass through Coruña are very naughty and never warn when they will begin to download. Therefore, if one day falls a shower without warning and you do not have an umbrella, we have a Spanish saying that is: "bad weather, good face". 28. Always leave home with a jacket just in case . Sorry, but rain is not the only meteorological warning, we also have sudden temperature changes. That is why every good cautious Galician leaves home with a jacket, even if it is hot, because he knows that it is likely that at night refresh . 29. Drinking tea in the old city's tearooms. Yes, we may not be experts in tea, yes, we confess ... but anyway we have some teapots in the old city that are worth visiting for their carpets, cushions, rugs, pastries, teas and other surprises. A small oasis of relaxation and peace in an energetic city! 30. Take a snack at the Rogelio Bar. If there is a mythical site of Coruña to eat snacks that is the Rogelio. In addition to classic sandwiches, his specialty is the Guerrilleros and the Cannibals. Do you dare to try them? 31. Remember that A Coruña is the city in which no one is a stranger . Do you know the slogan of the city? Do you hear the phrase A Coruña, the city where no one is a stranger ? In fact, it is the slogan that describes a reality. The feeling of each person comes that, after a short time, has the feeling that it is from here of all life. This is the magic of Coruña, it is cozy! 32. Skip the bonfires on the day of San Juan on the beach. On June 23 , the shortest and most magical night of the year, the night of San Juan is celebrated. Through the streets and beaches of the city fires are lit to welcome the summer. It is said that if you jump 9 times above the fire you will get protection and good suerta. If you try, do not forget that the fire always burns and makes pupa. 33. Buy a tenth in the La Favorita Administration (before December 22). The Christmas Lottery is one of the most popular lottery draws in Spain. We all go crazy because we touch the Gordo - is the name given to the maximum possible prize, about 400,000 € - and for that touch there is buy a tenth, if possible in La Favorita ... say it gives good luck! 34. Visit the town of Maria Pita. During Christmas there is a beautiful Christmas village in the Plaza de María Pita. It is advisable to see it at night, its lighting has a special charm that will love you. 35. Take chestnuts on Royal Street at Christmas. In the past, chestnut was the basis of the Galician diet for having a great caloric intake. But over time it has been replaced by frequent use of the potato. Nowadays, from October until January they are usually roasted to eat as an aperitif or snack. You can buy them freshly roasted and ready to eat in one of the stands of chestnuts located in the Calle Real. Click to Post

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