#with the wizard gone and no other Champions

[irrevocableloves]

gold rush

cedric diggory x fem!hufflepuff!reader

taylor swift series: part one

⊹ ‧₊˚ ౨ৎ masterlist ₊ ⊹

summary: everybody wants him, everybody wonders what it would be like to love him, but he loves you. (inspired by taylor swift’s gold rush!!!)

warnings: lil bit of angst, self-pity, mentions of alcohol, FLUFF <3

words: 1.8k

what must it be like to grow up that beautiful?

cedric diggory. the prefect of hufflepuff. the captain of the hufflepuff quidditch team. your best friend. but that was all he was... a friend.

the secret you bore that you had fallen in love with him along the way of your friendship had burned a hole into your heart, believing that deep down that he was never destined to fall for you.

sure, you'd hoped things would slowly work out in your favor. but in your eyes, it didn't seem very likely.

but to (almost) everyone else, his eyes were only on you.

everyone knew from the moment you and cedric were seen running around the halls together on the first day you were both sorted into hufflepuff that the two of you were completely enamored with one another. it could be seen in many other ways throughout the years.

cedric was a gentleman to everyone of course, but to you? he was an absolute angel. the way he'd listen to every word you had to say even if it was the most ridiculous, hold your books for you in between classes, skip his classes and take care of you if you were sick, just the way he looked at you… you swore the glint in his eyes had felt so much different. but you’d also considered that you’ve just gone completely mad…

you noticed his gestures of course, but you thought that was just cedric's nature. he was a hufflepuff wasn't he? well, he was practically the face of hufflepuff. at hogwarts, mostly everyone wasn't 100% of their house, but you were convinced cedric was the only true hufflepuff.

the girls hoarding around cedric never helped, but you never noticed the way he acted around them. uncomfortable. and not so much entertaining them, but more-so feeling guilty for them (and also because he's a a major pushover). 

with the tri-wizard competition and with cedric as a champion, the crowds piled around him. not just girls, but hufflepuffs who wanted to bash around in his glory.

you missed him. you didn't even want him to put his name in the stupid goblet to begin with, but you couldn’t bare the look of disappointment on his face when you didn’t approve of it. he thought the world of you. he wanted to do this for you, to prove that he could finally make the house you shared worthy of the limelight, to make him worth of you…. but you didn’t know that yet.

but now, every chance you had to spend with him was always ruined by the crowds stealing him away. everyday for a week since then he’d been pulled away from you. his usual spot next to you in the great hall remained empty and no one else had come to claim it, your friends knowing it was his spot. well other people tried… like when ernie didn’t make it time to be cedric’s little side-kick, he’d try to squeeze himself in beside you, but everyone hollered him off when you didn’t have the heart to.

you’d seen cedric make the effort. every single time he did, but he would be pulled away by his growing posse. sometimes you’d just wish you were able to scream, yell, or even simply ask him to stay loud enough to be heard over the boys and their banter, but alas, it never worked in your favor. you also wished that he would tell his friends that he wanted to stay back and just have at least one second with you. just one conversation. but every time he managed to get out a word of retort, his cheeks had gone so red and his voice in a fit of stutters that he’d just let his growing group lead him elsewhere.

you noticed the girls. of course you did. how could you not?

it’s not like girls had never craved the attention of cedric diggory, but after his name shot out of goblet of fire, it’d almost been too much for you.

the girls, especially those from beauxbatons, stared and erupted giggles every time he’d passed by and sent glares at you whenever he’d try and stop to talk to you, but those were always quickly interrupted by his herd of new friends. even anthony, his bestest friend, had grown tired of the crowds and relinquished back to his normal spot the great hall, matching your sighs whenever you’d hear the crowd boast over him.

one night, when you had just managed to finish hours worth of work on a history of magic paper, once you were satisfied, you let yourself bury into the covers of your bed. it was a friday night and there was a party in the hufflepuff common room to celebrate cedric once again, but you were exhausted. you’d purposefully planned to be cooped up in your room all night while the rest of your school mates partied away. no one would miss me surely.

knock knock.

you were tempted to just lay there, pretend you were asleep in hopes they would leave you to your solitude, but the fits of knocks didn’t stop and they soon turned to mutters that would make your heart almost stop completely.

“y/n? y/n/n? you awake?” cedric. even in his slightly drunken state, he was soft-spoken, only gently knocking and whispering in case you hadn’t been awake.

any other time, you would’ve gotten up immediately. but after this week, you were hesitant. it wasn’t his fault. really, it wasn’t. you couldn’t help the built up insecurities and the fact that cedric didn’t have time for you anymore. he always did before, but this time, there was just too much in the way, too many people watching his every move and wanting every bit of attention just as you did.

just as you were sure he’d left, you heard a soft huff and an odd noise hitting your door.

when you finally made your way to open the door, you slid it open gently, seeing cedric leaning up against it, sliding alongside it while you cracked it open.

you gasped at the site, grabbing cedric’s hand with the two of yours and hauling him up. “ced?” you grunted, struggling as you pulled him. “why are you here?”

“wanted to see you.” his cheeks were flushed red. he’d been drinking. not quite a lot. you knew when he’d gotten to his breaking point. right now, he’d only had a couple shots in fire whiskey him, otherwise he would’ve been completely knocked out and unintelligible. “why didn’t you come down?”

his speech was hardly slurred, he just seemed really tired.

“um…” the paper excuse sounded lame. were you really holing yourself up in your dorm all because a boy hadn’t given you his undivided attention? that excuse would never hear the light of day, but even then, you knew it was pathetic. “was tired…” now that was even more pathetic.

you sat over on your four poster bed and he followed in suit, but instead of sitting, he fiddled with the curtains, as if he’d seemed more interested in the velvet fabric than you. no. he was distracting himself. he was just as nervous as you were.

your eyes went to his, then to your twiddling hands. a moment of silence had aired throughout your dorm. then you felt a dip on your bed.

“y/n/n ‘m sorry.” you looked up, his cheeks reaching even deeper level of pink. once your eyes met his, he was a stuttering mess. “it’s just—the tournament. i-i know you didn’t want me doing it and-and i don’t know i didn’t think i’d really get picked you know? then…” he made an explosion sound with his mouth and you struggled not to stifle up a giggle. you loved when he was so nervous that he just rambled on to no end and you didn’t dare to stop him just yet.

he continued on, “and i just got caught up in it? like i’d won a quidditch match, but times a hundred. maybe a thousand? and-and i didn’t want to disappoint anyone… even if the crowds are a lot. overwhelms me a bit… just wanted to hang out with you.” you looked up at him, debating whether to speak up yet. you didn’t.

“merlin, i feel horrible…” he got up from your bed and started pacing around your room. “you didn’t even want me to put my name in that cup to begin with, but my dad… he’d sounded so proud in his letter when i told him about it. i couldn’t let him down. but then you… i shouldn’t have put in.”

he continued on, “i just thought… that perhaps… i could make your proud. you always talk about how hufflepuff gets no recognition.”

me? but why?

“and i know that you didn’t even want me entering the stupid thing in the first place… but i didn’t wanna let you down.” he huffed, finally sitting back down, his fingers still fidgeting.

“you could never do that.” you simply said. it was true. there was nothing he could do that would ever disappoint you. it was quite infuriating.

“i feel like i-i already have.” that’s when you placed your hand on his, grasping his fingers to stop his nerves.

“it’s not your fault.” it really wasn’t. but you struggled to find the words as to why as you found as fingers playing with your own.

“it is. the crowds… i wanted to tell them to shove off, but i just didn’t wanna let anyone down. it’s stupid…” one of his hands found its way to his hair, tending to one of his nasty habits. once he nervously pulled at his hair and squinted his eyes shut, you finally found the words.

“it’s my fault too.” you said, he shook his head in defense. “no. i mean… i know how overwhelmed you get and i feel terrible for not realizing that soon enough. look at you! you’re a mess and i-i wish i could’ve been there. but the crowd and the people and i just-i just thought..” you felt even embarrassed to say it out loud. “you didn’t need me anymore.” you finally let out.

you could feel his eyes on you. that’s when he used his other hand to lift up your chin, bringing your wandering eyes up to his.

“i’ll always need you. look at where i’m at without you.” he chuckled, his cheeks flushing an even brighter red.

“yeah… drunk and crawling up the girl’s dormitory stairs.” you giggled. “how’d you even manage the counter-spell?”

his eyebrows furrowed, a look of confusion on his face. “i don’t quite remember…?”

“you’re not even that drunk!”

“and how do you know that?” he challenged.

“well, first of all, you managed to make it all the way up here. and second, you’re not completely incoherent.”

“yeah…” he admitted. “party’s no fun without you. i’d much rather stay here with you.” your cheeks reddened.

“well, then stay. i’ll make you a tea.” you were surprised you didn’t make a complete mess of your words.

you swiftly got up off your bed, grabbing a mug from your shelf and then a kettle, using aguamenti and then a simple water-heating charm afterwards.

“chamomile and honey?”

a/n: anyone up for a part two???? he was a lil drunk so i didn’t feel comfortable about any confessions and kissing </3 BUT I DO HAVE IDEAS FOR MORE SOOO !!!

tags: @measure-in-pain @brekkers-whore @rejectedbimbo @leilanileila @anothercoffeeblogx @cevans-winchester @trawberry-fire @nephilimsss @itszzmoon @astrovampie @cryingoverfictionalmen @boxofbadsenses @ttnaanj @iheartprettygurls @aoi-targaryen @disneyprincessbuffyannesummers @mystifiedgrace @ladybirdbeetle7 @celi-xxmoon (i don’t rmr how many of u wanted to be tagged for cedric </3)

taglist ₊˚⊹♡

[cannotgiveafuck]

I don’t tend to age Billy passed like 12, or even young teenagerhood for some snippets, just as a personal preference thing, but I have another Billy Batson concept - where Billy, now entering adulthood is a grown man and closer to Marvel’s supposed age and looks. No longer is Marvel some child fantasy of being Grown Up, because now he IS a grown up. And how would that conscious inner awareness go, with those streams crossing.

Like, he gets mistaken as Marvel by someone. Maybe it’s the black hair and blue eyes or maybe it’s the way he smiles with his whole face and laughs with his whole body. But it’s obvious that he’s NOT, ya know. Billy isn’t as big and strong, doesn’t have the height or muscle or radiating magical aura that draws others in. But still it’s the first time as BILLY that a stranger has seen / thought of him as Captain Marvel.

And it gets to him.

In a way that has him staring at his own reflection. Because he always thought Marvel looked like his dad - C.C. Batson. He’s thought that the moment he turned into Marvel. And he knows that it is reasonable for him to grow and look like his father. But he never thought about the next step of him, Billy Batson, looking like Marvel when he grew up. And now he’s staring at this face that sorta looks like his dad and sorta looks like Marvel and is all Billy, and it hits him that he’s there at that point of existence he never thought he’d live long enough to reach.

Like a Lost Boy all grown up.

And he doesn’t know if he’s disappointed or elated that he doesn’t look exactly like Marvel. That he looks close enough sometimes, at certain angles or when he does something reminiscent. Wonders if maybe he should work out more or instead dye his hair a completely different color. 

Then he wonders what changes to himself he could do that would transfer onto Marvel. Because Marvel is more an avatar than an actual body, but it’s the ideal Mighty Mortal body taken from the blueprint of Billy Batson, so why wouldn’t different hair or a tattoo show up? Thats all different from the scars he has, the Lichtenburg figures and the evidence of a hard life at a young age permanently marring his skin. 

And how eerie that must be, now so close to Marvel’s build and physique, to look upon the proof of his mortality and life, and see them gone from the other body that no longer feels like he’s a kid wearing an adult suit. Left wondering if he’s going to keep aging, if he’ll keep living, and one day look older than Marvel, or if this is where it stops. If there was ever a Champion that lived long enough to see that, too.

[recreationalfanfics]

Hi there you wonderful and amazing person, can I request Gender Neutral or Female Billy Batson Reader with Platonic with either Yandere Poseidon, Loki, Buddha, Hercules, Ares, Hermes, Zeus and Thor (3 of your choosing, cause honestly, any combination can work for this)

Reader is 14 years old orphan, who’s a Human Fighter, Humanity is frightening that a child is fighting while the Gods are mocking Humanity for choosing a CHILD to fight (Until they/she yells ‘SHAZAM!’ And turn into an adult figure full of god power and wins the fight, even refusing to kill their/her opponents and just injuring them badly enough they can’t fight anymore because they don’t want to commit murder, even if it’s a god and they were planning on killing them/her)

The gods are FURIOUS that a Human Child somehow has the powers of the GODS and want her/them on their side (Reader is very strong) but Reader refuses because she/they want to save and protect Humanity because that’s what a Hero does (That doesn’t mean Reader won’t act reckless or immature, since they are a child, they just won’t abuse their power to hurt others)

Sorry if this is a lot, I LOVE DC, and Shazam is my absolute favorite DC Superhero (He’s such a relatable character, and I can’t wait to watch Clash of Gods) the first movie was great and the Wizard was funny too

OOOH, YES. I LOVE THAT IDEA TBH. Angsty idea: What if this also took place in the Injustice Universe (where Superman killed Captain Marvel) and that's why the Reader is here- ALSO, I'VE NEVER HEARD SOMEONE SAY THEIR FAVORITE DC HERO IS SHAZAM, YOU HAVE AMAZING TASTE.

Platonic Yandere!Hercules, Buddha, and Hermes + Shazam! GN Reader:

"She's stooped too low!"

"Has humanity given up that quickly!?"

"That can't be our champion!? Can it!?"

You pull your hoodie up as you hesitaite to walk further, hearing the sounds of the gods and humans alike. You look back at Brunhilde, who gives you a comforting smile and nods encouragingly in your direction. You smile back and try to take a deep breath. It's no big deal, you've gone toe-to-toe with bigger bad guys before. Hell, Black Adam was a near damn god and you've beaten him a couple of times.

"WHAT'S THIS!? HUMANITY IS...SENDING OUT A CHILD!? THAT CAN'T BE CORRECT, THERE'S SUPPOSED TO BE A HERO HERE FROM HUMANITY'S GREATEST LEAGUE OF HEROES."

You frown at the announcer and send him a glare. Ouch, okay. Suddenly you felt more spiteful than insecure in that moment. Staring at the God you were about to face, you pull your hood down and get into a fight stance.

The god laughs, "Okay, okay, real cute kid. Where's the REAL champion I've been hearing about?"

"They're right here...SHAZAM!"

"The Strength of Hercules!":

- Oh, words WERE definetly due after your outrageous fight. The gods were horrified; a human child who somehow had THEIR powers managed to defeat a god!? WHAT INSANITY WAS THIS!? Although, Hercules wasn't really concerned about that part...he was more concerned about the child part.

- He followed you and Brunhilde both after your fight, you laughing and pumping yourself up and Brunhilde ruffling your hair lovingly. You looked up and smiled at her and Hercules couldn't help but feel his heart soften. You looked like a sweet kid. Which only made him angrier.

- "BRUNHILDE, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!? Having a child compete? WHAT INSANITY IS THIS!?"

- When she explains who you are and what you can do and how you didn't even need a völundr, it only enraged him more. Humanity must be saved but you can't sacrifice a child to do it. You looked at him and you felt a sense of bittersweet nostalgia. He reminded you of...no...you didn't want to think of him right now.

- Hercules will then look at you and smile, complimenting you on how you did in battle and how he couldn't help but recognize his strength. You timidly tell him that it was one of your seven powers, the Strength of Hercules. An idea forms inside of his head and he suggests that even though you're both on opposite sides, that he should mentor you in how you use your strength.

Platonic Yandere! Hercules:

- Its so easy for you to warm up to him, he reminds you so much of Clark...before, you know. He's kind and compassionate and he has the right intentions. He felt familiar but safer if that made sense and considering you are a CHILD who is competing in DEATH MATCHES, you needed something familiar.

- Hercules is happy that you come to him so much, he sees you as a younger sibling, honestly. He protects you from people like Zeus, Poseidon, and Loki who might seek to harm you or "interrogate" you about your powers. He also will sneak over to the human's side to make sure Brunhilde isn't gonna use you as a secret weapon again. His new goal along with saving humanity is to make sure you survive this.

- He becomes family to you, a concept you yearned for. He scolds you when you get into hijinks, he's a good and patient teacher who truly shows you the potential of your strength, but he's also a very soft and kind person. When you tell him how you died, he hugs you and tells you that no one shall harm you like that. Not when he's around.

- It was a good thing but all good things come to an end. That darkness that overcame Superman? You begin to feel it. You think it started when you accidentally upset another God, much to the point they wanted to fight you then and there. You wanted to get back to Hercules but they kept fighting you and you tried to say Shazam but each attack was faster than the last. Then Hercules came to the rescue, except, it was much more violent than it needed to be. Nearly beating the god to death, he didn't stop until you transformed and used your strength to pull him off. He had crazed blood lust eyes for a minute but they softened when they looked at you.

- You want to pretend that your imagining it and you want to tell someone but who would believe you? Sure you had the power of the Gods but everyone knew you were just an orphan mortal child with a magic word. Hercules had a reputation for being a good and just person...but so was Superman. You try to distance yourself from Hercules a bit, saying that you couldn't make certain training times and then eventually you just stopped showing up at all.

- He doesn't like being lied to, (Y/n). He sees you when you laugh with Sasaki Kojiro or when you hang out with Goll. Hercules isn't sure why you're trying to avoid him but thats gonna have to change, you're too young to understand that just because you have powers doesn't mean you CAN'T get hurt. That's why you have to stay close to him. So he can protect you and keep you safe.

"By The Wisdom of Solomon!":

- Huh, that's something you don't see everyday. Buddha was iffy about Brunhilde choosing you but he won't deny, it's quite brilliant to fight the Gods with their own powers. Such a shame that a poor kid like you got stuck to this match.

- Buddha is the cool older brother, honestly. When you're walking over to Brunhilde to have the doctors check up on you, Buddha is all: "Hey, little buddy. Saw your fight out there, pretty impressive for someone your age."

- Your chest swells with pride at his words as you just try to fix your posture and look cool and composed, "Yeah, this kinda stuff isn't really new to me. I kinda fight guys like this, like, all the time." and Buddha laughs at your confident tone and hands you one of his treats.

- "Well, you seem like you've got everything covered. Just remember, don't get too cocky in a place like this."

- You nod your head, this time a more serious expression on your face. You know what he means but life and death isn't something new to you and now that you've been given a second chance to defend humanity, you're going to make sure you make all the right decisions to win this for everyone.

- Buddha seems to notice the determination in your eyes because he lets out a soft chuckle and pats your head, "Can tell I ignited that fire in ya. See you around, little buddy."

- You open your mouth to tell him that you could be a big buddy if you wanted to but then you blushed when you realized how stupid that sounded and he just cackled in the distance.

Platonic Yandere! Buddha:

- He shows up everywhere you're at. It wasn't just the Wisdom of Solomon telling you that something was wrong, it was that instinct you develop when you were on the run from Child Services kicking in that told you someone was following you. You didn't want to think that it was Buddha, he was so cool! He snuck you snacks, taught you some interesting things about your powers and how to use them, and how to mediate and other cool stuff!

- Still, you start to notice he began popping up more and more during your daily rounds in Ragnarok. You didn't really mind it since he was good company and considering how old everyone else was compared to you, he was like a cool Gen Z God (if you had to describe him) but lately, its been happening too much for your liking.

- Like when you were practicing your newest fighting skills and such and nearly fell, he showed up right behind you and caught you before you hit the ground. Asking how his favorite little buddy was doing, which was weird considering that you were in Shazam mode but even weirder was that you were pretty sure he was somewhere far away from the place you were training at. You didn't think much of it then but then it started happening more and more.

- No one else is allowed to befriend you, as well. For example, Sasaki was telling you stories of his old fights and you were both laughing but now when you run up to him to try and hang out, he just gives you a sad smile and says he sadly can't. The same even goes with the Valkyries sometimes, you don't know why they all hate you all of a sudden. You don't have much time to figure out the answer, of course, because Buddha will join you because you looked sad and offer you a snack.

- He hates seeing you upset, little buddy, he really does. But even with all those fancy powers, you're still just a little guy going up against Gods. Brunhilde can't be 100% trusted to look after you so Buddha will take that position. It goes to his head quick when he sees you hang out with others, almost as if you forgot about your best buddy! He knows it's selfish of him to isolate you but some of those humans will die, Buddha sure as Hell won't. So just stick with him, okay, little buddy?

"The Speed of Mercury!":

- What a curious thing you were. He wasn't sure what to make of the situation when it happened but if he had to summarize it; you, a child, somehow inherited the power of the gods and became an adult. He'd recognize his speed anywhere.

- You put it to good use as well, it seems. He watched you fight and sensed a sort of excitement during your battle. What shenanigans and plot twists will you bring little one?

- At the end of your fight, your grown self even has the audacity to grab the microphone from Hiemdall and announce to everyone: "I am not some kid! I am a member of the Justice League and a well respect hero! I risked my life protecting mankind and I'll risk my afterlife so...uh, EAT THAT, GODS!" and the gods gasped audibly while Hermes chuckled in amusement. It appears as though your maturity doesn't change with your body.

- No because he will still find it upsetting that Brunhilde chose a child as a champion, REGARDLESS OF YOUR POWERS. Unlike the other two, he doesn't exactly rush to meet you because its not really any of his business at the end of the day.

- However you both run into each other again and it's such a funny coincidence. You look him up and down and tell him: "So...You're Hermes...I didn't expect you to look so...butlery." and he just makes this surprised face at you but smiles at you, "Yes, I do suppose I look different from how humans envision me."

Platonic Yandere! Hermes:

- The adopted Dad who stepped up and will step on anyone who tries to do you harm. You don't understand, you just bring out this good humorous and playful side out of him a bit more. He isn't sure how, why, or when but you managed to worm your way into his heart.

- He really wouldn't have it any other way either. The mortals of your world were insane for letting a child like you fend for themselves, you're so sweet and well meaning, maybe a bit too arrogant for your own good but that's just with being a youth.

- He hates that you aren't on the same side, its just harder for him to keep track of you so he thinks of plans on how he can ease his worries. Switching sides obviously won't be any use, unless he uses force, but he'd rather resort to that last. He's just so conflicted on what he should do.

- Everyone is aware of his attachment to you, how dear you are too him and how he's already threatened multiple gods and humans alike to stay away because they either wanted to harm you or pit you against him. He isn't really that fond of Brunhilde because of the way he suspects she's turning you against him.

- NO BUT YOU KNOW HOW HE MAKES SONGS FOR THE FALLEN HUMANS? I garuntee you that he writes songs for you and, if you'll let him, will sing you to sleep. An experience that you never had growing up so you happily accept it. Oh, you're so trusting. The way you fall asleep so innocently when he could easily take you away right then and there. He pushes those thoughts away because you haven't done anything that would require him to go that far and he tucks you in. Wishing you pleasant dreams♡

[arthenaa]

Hi!!!! Can I request Sebastian and maybe ominis reactions to mc being chosen for the Triwizard tournament and mc competing? Kinda angsty more like hurt/comfort? Romantic please 🤭

triwzard tournament reaction: ominis x gn! reader, sebastian x gn! reader

content warnings: hurt/comfort, argument, boys worry over your well-being, angst. established relationship for sebastian, friends to lovers for ominis, theyre a bit mean on this one

a/n: heya anon! sorry it took awhile but here it is hehe im still not sure if i did it right to be honest. im fairly new to the hp world (even tho i did watch the movies, my knowledge fairly skimmed the surface of how the world works and its lore) anys here ya gooo. grammatical mistakes will be fixed soon sorrz its 3 am.

Sebastian Sallow

The moment he heard the headmaster announce your name as the champion for this year's triwizard tournament, he immediately fell silent.

You knew you were supposed to rejoice at the chance of representing your school in a tournament between 3 of Europe's biggest wizarding schools.

But the moment the brunette falls silent beside you, you couldn't help but look at him in concern

It was hard trying to assess the unreadable look on his face with how loud your schoolmates' cheers were.

You could feel Imelda's hands pulling you to stand up and join the other champions but you remain seated, eyes trained on Sebastian.

He finally notices your unmoving figure beside him and sends you a forced smile; encouraging you to take your place with them.

Eventually, you did. Trying to force yourself to be happy for being chosen.

After the headmaster called for a small break to allow the champions to mingle with their peers before the planning of their first task, you immediately went to find the brunette.

You had gone to Ominis first. The blonde told you that Sebastian immediately walked out of the hall right after the announcement but didn't know where. The blonde's guess was that he went to the undercroft.

And so you went to find your boyfriend to get the bottom of his sudden disappearance.

a/n: went hard on this one, was listening to september by sparky deathcap

"Sebastian." You called out as you entered the undercroft. You immediately spot his figure leaning against one of the pillars, eyes trained on the triptych in front of him. You stand, a few meters from him, hesitant in approaching due to his closed off body language.

He had been like this since the moment you were announced to be Hogwarts' champion for the Triwizard Tournament. It was an expected choice from the public, given your recent feats as a wizard but expecting your young friend to be happy for you—You're instead met with his silence.

You're suddenly aware of the tall and invisible wall that Sebastian had built up between the two of you once again. It happened once and it happened again, but this time it's because of you.

"Sebastian, what's wrong?" You ask calmly as you make slow and careful steps towards the boy. His eyes leave the triptych and now focus on the dusty surface of the floor. He smiles but its not reaching his eyes.

"It's nothing. Congrats." He mumbles, tone forced and stiff. You huff out a sigh as you stand in front of him with head tilted, face confused. Sebastian finally takes the moment to glance at you.

"Seriously? Are we doing this again?" You raise your eyebrows, eyes challenging him. After that thing with Anne and Solomon, Sebastian begun to distance himself around you and Ominis. It was understandable given the severity of his actions but it was ultimately an annoyance you have to deal with when he becomes closed off and reluctant to share his feelings.

It should've been that way. That he should be more open with you now considering what you both went through but apparently, it just hardened that stupid resolve of his.

"What are you— Look, I'm happy for you. Really. What else do you want me to say?" His tone becomes more frustrated and annoyed, your meddling certainly set off a fuse in his brain. You scoff at his indifference to your concern for him.

"I'm not asking about that, Sebastian. I already know you're not happy about it, no matter how many times you say it to my face," You retort, taking a step closer to him. He looks away, face contorted into a cold look. You raise your hand up, index finger pushing his chin to move his face towards yours. Your eyes meet brown. "I'm asking why you're suddenly closed off and angry about it. You left the hall out of nowhere, for Merlin's sake."

Silence lapses between the two of you as he looks at your eyes with a range of emotions. First it was indifference, then sadness, then desperation then finally, anger. He pushes your hand from his chin, stepping back as he runs his palm across his face.

"Sebastian—"

"Did you really have to put your name in the Goblet of Fire?" He asks, voice wavering as he look up at you through his lashes. You heave a sigh, licking your lips as you're unable to answer his question.

It takes a while for you to answer but you did.

"Professor Weasley thought of me to be a great representative, Sebastian." You try to reason with him, watching as he paces back and forth. His hands become obsessively occupied with his hair, fingers running back and forth his curls that you have the urge to calm them down but then he suddenly stops to look at you with such misguided anger, you had to take a step back to fully process it.

"But did you really have to?" Sebastian asks once more but this time his tone was evident of irritation. "Y/N, you're threading on very dangerous waters. You've barely been accustomed to living here and yet—"

"Are you saying I can't handle it?" You raise an eyebrow at him, disbelief in his lack of trust on you. His shoulders lower as he raises his head to look up at the ceiling before raising his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. It was a habit he often did whenever he was exhausted or not in the mood. "Do you not trust me?"

Your heart begins to fill with heavy feelings.

"Stop putting words in my mouth," He snaps as turns around, hand rubbing his chin as he paces a few meters away from you.

"Really? Cause it very well sounds like you don't," Your voice begins to shake but you will yourself not to break in front of him. Suddenly, guilt and regret fills your body, an effect of Sebastian's irritation with your decision to join the Triwizard Tournament. You wanted to join and you knew you could handle yourself well. It was just so mind boggling that the moment you saw Sebastian's disapproving face that it would suddenly affect your decision altogether. But alas, you were already chosen and it was too late to back out now. "I can handle myself very well. Need I remind you of the things that I've done in the past few months? I even defeated you in DADA—"

"That's not what this is about, for fucks sake, Y/N!" He yells all of a sudden that it causes you to flinch. The emotions you've been repressing suddenly began to start rising. You fall silent, hands curled into fists to stop yourself from bawling in front of him. "This is more than that measly fucking battle we had back then. You don't realize what you're getting yourself into and it's killing me."

You couldn't understand why he was like this. If he only just told you why, you would certainly understand.

You bite your lip as thoughts began to fill up your mind. You felt pathetic and pitiful. You felt as if you've disappointed him and you knew that this was something that should've never bothered you but this was your boyfriend. The person you expected to support you first amongst a sea of people. It didn't hurt wanting a bit of validation from him.

You didn't realize that the waterworks had already started to fall until you notice Sebastian's face soften at you. He moves towards you with haste, hands cupping your face to wipe the tears that continuously poured down your face. "Merlin, I didn't mean to— Fuck, I-I'm sorry."

You push his hands away as your face contorted into a look of anguish. "Why? Why do you always do this?"

"I-I don't—"

"Why do you always close yourself off? To Ominis, to Anne. To me?" You whisper, eyes swollen and red from crying. "You put a wall around yourself before I can even have the chance to understand why. You don't want to make me understand you, Sebastian."

He falters in front of you, eyes brimming with tears as he hesitantly reaches to grasp your robes. He finds comfort in the fact that he's still able to reach for you even if it's just the material of your cloak.

"I won't be able to understand why you're so angry about this." You continue, sniffling as he looks down in shame. "I'm one fucking person. I can't read your mind."

"I know that—"

"Then fucking tell me what's wrong?!" You yelled in frustration. He flinches at your tone, eyes looking up at you in surprise. You take a step closer, grasping his face in your hands. "You have to tell me what you're feeling, love. Tell me so that I can understand, please."

You trail off as a tear escapes your eye. He licks his lips as his eyebrows furrow in contemplation. He heaves out a shaky sigh before leaning into your touch.

"I'm scared," He starts off, voice small and weak. "The Triwizard Tournament is dangerous and things can happen unexpectedly, Y/N. People died because of it."

Your eyes are trained on him as tears began pouring down his face. He holds your hands on his face, grip tight and desperate.

"I'm scared you'll get hurt because of something or someone and I won't be there to—" He cuts himself off, letting out a sob. "No one can help you in there, Y/N. Back then with Ranrok, I didn't feel like this because me and the others were there. But this, this is different."

Your face falls with realization as he takes a step forward to press his forehead against yours.

"I-I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you. I can't. I can't—"

You cut him off as you lift yourself up on your toes to press your lips against his. He immediately returns the kiss, allowing you to pull him close as you feel the taste of your tears on his lips.

There's no passion or lust evident in the kiss. It was only a silent communication between the two of you. Sebastian pours his unsaid feelings through the press of his lips against yours and you receive it wholeheartedly as you return his kiss. Right now, it was just you two. Sebastian and Y/N. Just two people trying to understand each other's emotions and feelings.

You're the first one to pull away. You look up at him with fond eyes. "Thank you for telling me."

He nods in understanding. "I'm sorry."

You shake your head, smiling as you watch a pout form on his lips. Unable to control yourself, you place a chaste kiss on his lips, giggling as the corners of his lips quirk up to a subtle smile.

"You're right. I'm sorry I made you feel like I didn't trust you." He mumbles, eyes trained on you.

"It's okay. I understand why you're so upset but the Professors reassured that things will be safe this time." You smile, rubbing your thumbs softly against his cheeks. "You've seen me take down a grown ass troll, I'm sure I can take whatever's waiting for me in the tournament."

He chuckles at your joking tone before nodding and pulling you into a hug. He pulls you tight against him, basking in your presence.

"Just be careful." He whispers against your hair. Your arms tighten around him. "I love you."

"I love you too."

After that drama shit, this mans whole ass is your cheer team

Imelda thinks its annoying but let the man be

He's there every step of the way and you always found comfort in knowing that he was there supporting you

When you win the Triwizard cup, he's all over you.

good luck

just sebastian being proud of his lover <3

Ominis Gaunt

MANS TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM PUTTING YOUR NAME IN THE GOBLET OF FIRE

he was already so adamant on not letting you join

but sebastian was your bro and you really wanted to join so you two teamed up to slip your name in

surprise surprise, ominis was not happy

The moment the headmaster called out your name, Ominis walked out of the hall

it certainly got looks from your friends and housemates but you only willed yourself to stand up and walk to where the rest of the champions were staying

a bad feeling was stirring in your gut as you stood beside the other participants

After the headmaster had declared a feast to celebrate the announcement of the champions, you immediately went to Sebastian who met you with a guilty look on his face

"Go to him." Sebastian smiles, patting you arm. He mentioned to you that Ominis barely acknowledged him when he tried to convince the young Gaunt to be happy for you being chosen.

You immediately go towards where you'll expect him to be

When you go inside the undercroft, Ominis immediately sets off

"Some gall you have to show up here." Ominis could be very well seething at you from his spot by one of the pillars. He has his hands crossed over his chest, wand on one of his hands as he leans back against the rough surface.

You nod in understanding as you stand in front of him, hands wringing each other out in nervousness.

"Listen, Ominis—"

"No, you listen here." He removes himself from the pillar and walks toward you in long strides by the guide of his wand. You stumble back in surprise as he stops in front of you. "You and Sebastian are absolute fucking idiots. The Triwizard Tournament isn't something that the two of you could play around with. It isn't a fucking playground, Y/N."

Your heart stings at the harshness of his words.

"W-we're not playing around, Ominis. You know me, I can do this—" You try to reason with him but he only scoffs at your face.

"Really? 'Cause it sure doesn't look like it when you both were sniggering beside me. You think I wouldn't notice?" His voice had become emotionless and harsh to the point that you couldn't even recognize the man before you. You feel a lump in your throat, trying your best to keep it down as you feel your emotions slowly affecting your mind. "I'm very well aware of what you can do but that's not what this is about. For once, can you both take this fucking seriously?"

You feel your heart ache once more.

"We knew you wouldn't agree to it. What were we supposed to do?" You try to overpower his voice but his domineering aura only weakened your resolve. Damn you for having too much of a soft spot for Ominis.

"Right. Cause I know my thoughts matter least to Sebastian." He responds, bitterly. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion at the sudden mention of your best friend.

"I was the one who wanted to join— Why are you bringing Sebastian into this?" You question his sudden hostility towards the Sallow boy. The brunette hadn't even done anything but support you in your decision to enter. Well, he did distract Ominis so that you could put your name in but he didn't do anything worthy to be put in a bad light by Ominis.

"You sure? Cause it looks like this was a shared decision between the two of you. Encouraged you well, I assume?" Ominis has a snarky tone in his voice that a left a bad taste on your tongue. You couldn't allow this.

"Ominis, Sebastian is my best friend—"

"I'm your best friend too!" His voice suddenly raised causing you to flinch. He pants in anger before looking away in shame. "I at least expected that you would've thought over it but the way you tried to sneak behind me to put your name in the goblet just doesn't hit right with me, Y/N."

You fall silent at his confession. You were scared of his reaction if you told him that you really wanted to join. Out of the two, Ominis was the one you desired hearing validation from. You suppose it's because of your crush on him for the past few months but the young Gaunt was always an exceptional wizard. You were amazed by his adaptability in sensing his surroundings through magic as well as his overall, magical prowess. You hoped that Ominis would at least understand you by now.

"I'm sorry. I didn't take your feelings to account, I—" You cut yourself off as a sob threatened to leave your mouth. Tears had began pouring down your face and you had to cover your mouth so that Ominis wouldn't suspect thing.

You clearly had bad judgement.

"Oh, darling." He whispers as he walks up to you and embraces you in his arms. This time, you couldn't help the hiccups and sobs escaping your mouth as you pull him close. Ominis caresses your head with soft pets while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

"I-I didn't mean to—"

"Shh. No, it's okay." He mumbles as he feels for your face, softly wiping it with his sleeve. He smiles as he gently sees you with his touch, his thumb rubbing your cheeks then your nose then eyes then your lips.

You blush at the sudden feeling and before you could ask about the sudden touch, Ominis speaks.

"I-I was worried. The Triwizard Tournament isn't exactly safe as it sounds. There are cases of badly hurt students or even some that resulted in death. The worse part is that outside help isn't allowed at all and I'm scared that you'll get hurt and no one's there to help you." He whispers as his thumb moves back to rub softly against your cheek. He takes a moment to lick his lips in contemplation. "I'm sorry. I was being an asshole. You're dear to me, Y/N. More than Sebastian. I just don't want to see you get hurt."

Your cheeks heat at the insinuation of his words. You stare at his face riddled with worry and concern. You're suddenly overcome with the urge to kiss him for his concern for your well-being. You admit, you had both gone over this the wrong way but you now know that his anger was for the right reasons. So you let yourself be guided by your heart.

Unable to help yourself, you grab his robes and lift yourself on your toes to press a fast kiss on his lips. The blonde stutters at the sudden feeling of your lips against his, not able to process it properly with how fast you pulled away. His cheeks heat up to a rosy tint. You smile at his flustered expression.

"Do it again." He whispers, leaning down towards you. You giggle as he tries to find your lips. Deciding to let the poor boy have what he wants, you pull him down to your lips to meet his in a sweet kiss.

The young Gaunt smiles as he pulls you close by your waist. It's soft, sweet, and gentle; A perfect exchange of your unspoken feelings for one another. You pull away softly, leaning your forehead against his.

"I'm sorry that I had carelessly ignored what you felt. I was scared that you'd be disappointed in me but I really want to do this, Ominis." You explain as you cup his cheeks, placing yet another peck on his lips. He smiles softly at the affection. "I'll be careful. I trust the headmasters to keep us safe. You know they will."

Ominis sighs before pulling you into a hug. You wrap your arms around him, feeling his tight grip around you. He lets out a shaky breath on his position on your neck.

"You have to come back to me." He mumbles quietly, basking in your presence. You would almost miss it but how could you when your undivided attention was always focused on this man.

You smile, feeling your heart warm up at the thought of coming back in his arms.

"I will."

mans was not as loud as sebastian but he was always there to watch you

always has sebastian communicating to him about what happened to you and stuff

just an overall worried bf that continues to support you

after you won the triwizard tournament, he was all smiley smiley and telling you hes so proud of you and that youre the best and that ofc you would win cause he never doubted your abilities (just worried youd get hurt)

overall hes the best and just concerned abt your well being

--

A/N: TADAH ITS DONE !!! they were both a bit of an asshole but its bc they care about u 🥺🥺🥺 anys lmk your thoughts hehe

[grailknightmonty]

it starts and ends in a garden.

i keep coming back to the good omens mianite AU so have a funky little illustration :] I just. I just love them a lot

Ref + what story I've thought about below the cut!

(Spoilers for Good Omens S1 and S2 ahead, be wary if you haven't watched and wanna get into it without prior knowledge)

At its core, this AU is basically good omens but with the cast of Mianite, with a few revisions to tie it a little into the mcytverse (while also not like compromising the integrity of the show version of the story) I got inspired by AdamMonter's AU and decided I wanted to give it a go myself after i watched S2 and reawakened my fixation :D

Jordan is this universes Aziraphale- the angel stationed to guard Eden and look out for humans (intended to instill in them the ways of goodness through righteous balance and justice in the name of the High Goddess) - and Tom is Crowley, or the snake in within the Garden, sent up to cause chaos and tempt humans towards evil shenanigans in the name of Dianite, or the devil in this case. They stand on two opposing sides of whats meant to be an all out war between Heaven (under Ianite) and Hell (by Dianite) on whether Ianites form of order (borrowing this from Aitheaca) or chaos will reign supreme- or basically the big ol apocalypse. I made Mianite the Metatron because idk what else to do with him mianite im sorry i didnt wanna make ianite the metatron if i swapped it even though it would make more sense for mia and dia to be fighting SOBS

Tom n Jordan grow close over their centuries on Earth together that when everythings meant to go down and destroy the world they've made their own, they fight to stop the apocalypse from happening, and by the end of it, are subsequently punished by their respective sides- only to not be affected and left alone when they seem to have absorbed the powers of the other (no one seems to realize they can swap bodies). Series 2 follows what they uncover by the end of it a plot to restart armageddon, in which they want Jordan to take over as the head of it after the former champion/supreme archangel is ousted for disagreeing- and had shown up with a non-existent memory nonexistent at Jordan's.

(im switching to list im done with prose xD)

Jordan runs an antique shop instead of a bookshop, he seems like he'd be more into little trinkets and old school machines, stuff he could tinker with. its still got that certain charm to it though

Capsize is Nina from the coffee shop (give me coffee or give me death seems like a thing Capsize would name something) and Sonja is Maggie who runs a record shop. aka the lesbians from across the street you know what I am

For something hilarious Tubbo is the Antichrist, aka the child meant to start and lead the War (leaving it as is bc its funny but not the literal antichrist) He's meant to join a government family to put him in a place of power, but due to a mix up ends up with an In the meantime, Tom and Jordan act as godfathers to the other child (who they assume is the antichrist, it would be funny to make this Crumb or something) in hopes that influencing them to good/evil respectively would neutralize them out- only to eventually realize its the wrong kid

Wag is Anathema, the descendent of a prophetic wizard who was scrutinized for their foresight and becomes the carrier of those prophecies (for my sanity ive chosen to get rid of the Newt-Anathema romance thing idk it. it just aaaa and turn into wag and his bros aka FyreUK tryin to use what they know to stop the apocalypse from their end)

Angels are Ianitees (save for Capsize), and Demons are Dianitees. Ive gone back n forth with who would be who and I still have no answer so. all I'll say is that Andor is Muriel thats all thats important /j C:

The other option was to make Satan the Darkness/World Historian and Dianite is the Lord of Hell (Beelzebub) with Mot as Gabriel but do i look like I know? idk do we need ineffable bureaucracy i could always alter that a little too... idk

tubbo as the child of the world historian who wouldve thought… edit what if like carrier of the darkness

anyway thats all enjoy this nonsense ;)

and screenshot I referenced for the drawing! I know its low qual dont worry about it i just needed to see where the trees were so i knew how many to paint LMAO

[blueraineshadows]

Dark Betrayals Part Thirteen

Sebastian 🔺️F!MC 🔺️ Ominis

It's time for MC and Daisy to leave, Sebastian has revenge on his mind, and Ominis must make a final farewell. Chapter Master List

Triggers: violence, panic attacks, murder, death

Chapter Thirteen - The Last Dance

The delicate strains of violins filled the hall, a cultured backdrop to the low murmur of voices, as the Wizarding World's finest pure bloods and supporters mingled and sipped from fancy fluted glasses. Dressed in their finest dress robes and observing immaculate etiquette, MC eyed them with mild disgust. These distinguished ladies and gentlemen appeared to be cultured and polite, but underneath, they were no different than the most basic savage in the street. She had seen most of these simpering guests attending the duels down in the tunnels, their faces flushed, and voices baying for blood as spells cut through the space.

Marvolo was in his element, chatting with guests and ensuring everyone had a full glass, his smile smug and cold. He couldn't help showing MC off to his fellow cohorts. His star duelist, who was currently sitting at the penultimate slot on the league table, and his future sister in law.

His eyes gleamed as he took her arm and presented her to those he was rubbing shoulders with. "This time next week, MC will be my champion," he boasted. He eyed them slyly. "You may want to start placing your bets now."

MC forced a smile onto her face, nodding and agreeing whilst knowing full well that those bets were pointless. This time next week, she would be long gone from here. The pretence was starting to make her jaw ache from forcing the smiles, and she was glad to be returned to Ominis and his much gentler touch and presence.

Ominis greeted the guests with handshakes and polite nods of his head, accepting their congratulations and introducing MC to these so-called family friends. She could see the strain around his eyes and mouth and held his arm tightly, hoping to ease his worries with quiet murmurs of support near his ear. It was the closest they had been to each other in days, and she felt the sting of sadness as she realised it would be the last time they would be together.

Mr and Mrs Gaunt looked almost regal in their fine robes, Mrs Gaunt wearing a glittering tiara in her hair and an elaborate locket around her neck with the Slytherin 'S' set into it. An heirloom by all accounts. MC found it rather over the top for her own taste and just smiled politely when it came time to shake hands and listen to their approval of the marriage.

Finally alone with Ominis, MC sighed and wished she could lean her head against him, a weariness washing over her, and she stroked a hand absently over her stomach. Ominis slipped his watch from his pocket and tapped the face with his wand, nodding. "It's just after 9," he said. "Two hours."

"Would you like to sit down and rest for a bit?" MC asked.

Ominis shook his head. "I'd rather not." He tilted his head, thinking. "Would you like to dance?"

MC looked up at him, her heart skipping a little beat. As tired as she felt, how could she say no to that? "I would love to."

Ominis led her out onto the dance floor with ease and took her in his arms, his hands placed respectably on her body as they began to sway to the sounds of the band. There were other couples dancing around them, but MC paid them no mind. She merely watched Ominis.

He was flawless, meeting each step and guiding her through the dance, his wand still in hand to aid him with both of their fingers entwined around it.

"I truly am sorry, Ominis. For everything that has happened," MC said quietly. "I never wanted to hurt you, and it pains me that I have. I know you may never forgive me, but just know, I wish you happiness."

"I just hope you find whatever it is that you are looking for," he replied. "Promise me you won't waste this chance, MC. Don't get caught up in darkness and end up trapped by someone else like Marvolo. Make the most of the fresh start to do something that fulfils you."

MC felt her throat tighten with emotion, his words ringing through her mind and coming up against the truth, the future that was growing inside her belly. It wasn't just herself she had to think of now. "I will do my best, Ominis," she said.

They twirled, the full skirt of her black gown flaring out. She squeezed his hand, her lips trembling a little. "I shall miss you," she said truthfully.

"Not now, MC," he whispered. "Not yet."

She swallowed back her tears and felt the gentle caress of his hand at her back.

"For now, we just dance," he said. "Goodbye comes later."

....*....

Two lackeys stood in the corridor near Marvolo's office, slouching and chatting, their eyes widening, and both of them straightening up as Sebastian strode towards them. Appearing as Marvolo, he kept his cold smirk in place and narrowed his eyes at them.

"Did Sallow drop the gold off this evening?" He asked icily.

The lackey that Sebastian had made sure to greet as himself earlier nodded. "Yes, sir. Saw him myself. He was here about 7, I reckon."

Sebastian gave a curt nod. "Good," he said. He ushered them both into the office and closed the door. The two lackeys gave each other curious looks as Marvolo/Sebastian moved to open the safe.

"I need you to do something for me," Sebastian said. He took out the bags of gold and started piling them on the desk. "I can't hang around, I need to get back to my brother's engagement party. So, I will get to the point. Go and track down those lackeys that are double agents, you know, Benny Cripps' little spies."

The lackey's looked at each other. "Whatcha want them for?"

Sebastian gave them his best stern glare. "I want you to kill them."

They both gaped, watching as Sebastian began to stuff all the gold into the enchanted pocket of his robe, making it obvious that he was taking it all, every last bag of Benny Cripps' money. He put his hand in and took out some coins, and handed them out to both lackeys. They took them uncertainly.

"Hunt those spies down and kill them," he ordered.

"But...er...won't that start a turf war, sir?" One of them asked nervously.

Sebastian smirked. "And?"

"Benny don't take no prisoners, Marvolo, you know that," the other one said.

"Neither do I," Sebastian said coldly. "Are you questioning your orders?"

Both lackeys immediately shook their heads. "No, sir, of course not. When do we do it?"

Sebastian tucked away the last of the gold and smiled. "Around 11pm should be about right. Oh, and don't mention this to Sallow. He is too loyal to Cripps. His card is marked lads, and he is mine for the taking. Understand?"

The lackeys both nod again, and Sebastian dismissed them. A quick glance at the clock told him he had an hour to change back into himself and then go and fetch Daisy.

With a turf war breaking out between Benny's gang and Marvolo's, that should keep them busy for a while. Sebastian patted his pocket smugly as he made his way back to the room where he had stashed his clothes. With this amount of gold, MC and Daisy would be able to start a proper new life with a bag for himself for his troubles. And with the seed planted that Marvolo was going to take him out, his disappearance would be assumed as him being dead. Sebastian almost chuckled to himself. Marvolo was obsessed with gold and power, and this would hit him right where it would hurt.

Those lackeys would blab about Marvolo stealing that gold. They were all two faced and out for themselves. Once Benny Cripps heard that Marvolo had swiped the gold and started taking out his spies, then there really would be trouble. Sebastian was glad he would be long gone by the time the proverbial hits the fan.

....*....

As the minutes ticked towards 11pm, Ominis felt his restlessness grow, his fingers fiddling with his wand. MC kept putting reassuring hands on him, but every one of her touches merely reminded him that she was going within the hour. He needed to hold it together.

Finally, he took her arm and led her out onto the paved terrace at the back of the hall, the night air chill on his face. "Time to go, MC," he said.

He had picked up the tones of sadness in her voice tonight, her soft words as they had danced making his heart ache. He would miss her too, terribly, but wasn't sure he could find the words to express it.

"Then let's go," she murmured. She held on tight to his arm and he could feel her trembling. He focused his mind, and with a crack, they vanished from the terrace.

....*....

The street was dark, the shadows long and smothered by swirling smog as Sebastian hurried along, Daisy clutching his hand. She was dressed in the most modest gown he had ever seen her in, her pretty little face void of excessive makeup, her hair neatly pinned. He had wrapped her in a dark cloak all the same, though, the fabric dragging along behind her small frame. He was worried she might trip and fall, and he kept a tight grip on her tiny hand.

He felt sick. His stomach was churning with nerves, but also, the transition back into himself had left him exhausted and drained. He'd had to take a minute, using one of Garreth's restoring potions to get him back on his feet.

Sebastian paused a moment, pulling Daisy into an alley to let them both catch their breaths. He pulled out his wand and muttered the locator charm. The deep tug pulled at him, and he closed his eyes, savouring the feel of it. MC was still wearing the necklace, and then, the tug shifted sharply, pulling in a different direction. He opened his eyes. Her and Ominis had left the party.

"We need to get moving," he whispered. "I can Apparate us. It will be faster."

Daisy grimaced. "I aint no good with that vanishing crap you lot pull. It makes me proper sick."

Sebastian smirked. "Yes, it's not the most pleasant feeling, but it gets you places fast. We need to get out of here, Daisy. MC is waiting for us."

Daisy looked up at him. "She loves you, you know," she said. "I hope you got a plan in that pretty head of yours for tracking us down after all this."

Sebastian lifted his eyebrows in surprise. "Can't bear the thought of not seeing me again, Daisy?" He teased.

She smirked and slapped his arm. "Just make sure you find us," she said. Her face grew serious. "MC is going to need you, whether she will admit it or not."

Sebastian frowned. "What do you mean?"

Daisy shook her head and took hold of his arm. "Never mind," she said quickly. "Come on then, handsome. Vanish us the fuck out of here before I change my mind."

....*....

The area of King's Cross in London was no longer the genteel and affluent area that it once was. The lovely houses there had made way for industry and the railway over recent decades, the industrial boom hitting the hardest on those who dwelled in the city.

Now, the area was factories and small dwellings for the workers of such industry, and for those who worked the railway. Amongst the few remaining larger houses was one of the last properties remaining to the Gaunt family in the city.

Ominis stood in the main living space, what little furniture remained draped in sheets, while MC changed out of her dress and into more comfortable travelling attire. He pulled his pocket watch out and tapped it with his wand. Ten minutes past the hour.

"Where the devil is Sebastian with Daisy?" He hissed. "It's taking too long."

He heard MC's sturdy boots as she stepped across the room. "I'm sure he will be here any moment," she assured. But he could hear the nerves in her voice. "I hope whatever he had planned to do hasn't gone wrong."

The whipping crack of someone Apparating in came from outside the door, and Ominis turned his head. "Maybe that's him," he said. He reached out to catch MC by the arm as she moved towards the door. "Check before you open it. Just in case."

Nerves were making his breath shake as MC stepped slowly towards the window. While this house was rarely used, Marvolo had eyes everywhere, and he didn't want to linger here too long. Sebastian would start the fake trail at King's Cross Station, while the girls would take the Floo to Southampton docks. Everything would be alright if they stuck to the plan, he assured himself.

MC confirmed it was indeed Sebastian and hurried to open the door. The clatter of feet signalled their arrival, and Ominis held up his wand, the shadowy outline of Sebastian and Daisy coming into the room.

"What took you so long?" He snipped.

"Sorry, that's my fault," Daisy said. "I ain't keen on that vanishing trick."

Ominis well remembered after their trip to his family home with her. He turned to Sebastian. "Well, did you pull off your secret deed?"

"It's all kicking off as we speak," Sebastian said. Ominis could hear the grin in his tone and frowned.

"What did you do?" MC asked.

Sebastian's shadow shifted and he began to pull something out of his robes. "Open up your bag, MC," he said. "I've got a gift for you."

MC and Daisy both gasped, and MC swore softly. "Are you crazy?" She hissed. Ominis heard the slap of an arm and Sebastian's grunt. "Marvolo is going to kill you!"

"What is it? What has he done?"

Ominis felt a wave of dread as Sebastian filled them in on his little trick. Marvolo was going to be incandescent with rage over this. Ominis put a hand to his forehead, exasperation at Sebastian's tendency for chaos making his head ache. "You do realise that I have to stay behind with my brother, don't you? Are you completely mad?"

Sebastian shifted closer, the familiar waft of cinnamon and citrus reaching his nose, and Sebastian took his hand, placing a heavy cloth bag into it.

"This bag is for you, old friend," Sebastian said. "You don't have to stay behind. Use it however you wish to, but I would rather you used it to get out of your family's clutches as well. You deserve happiness as much as MC does."

Ominis went rigid, stunned at this gesture. He should hate Sebastian for having such a hold on the heart of the woman he loved, for being nothing but an absolute pain in his neck, and for causing so much disruption and darkness. But it seemed he couldn't, because just when he thought he had washed his hands of Sebastian for good, he would pop up with this kind of gesture, with words that showed the love and generosity behind the chaos.

Ominis swallowed thickly and nodded, taking the bag of stolen gold from Sebastian. It felt heavy in his hands, and not just from the coin. "I will think on it," he said stiffly. "Thank you."

The sound of MC's tears reached his ears. A gentle hand touched his arm. "Do it, Ominis. Get away from them, live how you want to."

Tears burned the backs of his eyes. "We shouldn't linger. It's time, MC. You need to say your goodbyes."

He grunted as she threw her arms around him, squeezing him tightly. As much as he wished to hang on to his control, he couldn't, burying his face into her hair and holding her just as tightly. There were no words that could explain the ache in his chest, the pain of her leaving, and he just held her against him, savouring the softness and her scent.

As she pulled back from him she pressed the engagement ring into his hand. "Save this for someone worthy of you, Ominis," she whispered. "I mean it. I wish you happiness."

He opened his mouth to speak, to tell her that he doubted there could ever be anyone else, when the front door blasted inwards. Splinters of wood bounced around the room accompanied by Daisy's scream.

"Well isn't this a touching little scene," Marvolo said strolling in. "Hello, little brother."

....*....

They had been so close. Freedom was but one Floo trip away, but this bastard just couldn't leave them alone. MC felt fury twisting up her insides as she held her wand up towards Marvolo Gaunt, who stood there in his fine black robes, a cold smile on his handsome face.

Behind him stood one of his lackeys, a scruffy, thin faced rat of a man, who quickly darted forwards to grab hold of Daisy. Daisy whimpered, her eyes darting from Marvolo to MC as they faced each other down.

Slowly, Marvolo slipped out his own wand and held it up towards her. MC chuckled, the sound not humorous in the slightest. "Are you going to face me in a duel, Marvolo?" She taunted. She narrowed her eyes at him, hating him with everything she was. "I'll fucking kill you."

He shook his head, lips twisted in a mockery of a smile. His eyes darted to one side, where Sebastian was also standing with his wand held up. "Oh look, it's lover boy, coming to the defence of his little darling," Marvolo taunted. "I wouldn't. Do it, Ed, hurt her."

A scream sounded from behind MC, and she spun, eyes wide. The lackey had hit Daisy with a spell, not Crucio, but one that had her rigid and screaming. MC lifted her wand, but two things happened at once.

Marvolo cast towards a distracted Sebastian, who was flung backwards into the wall, thick coiling ropes that looked like snakes wrapping around him and binding him tightly, his body trapped against the faded wall. His wand clattered down onto the floor, and his face twisted with rage.

The second thing was a spell cast by Ominis, a strong stunning spell that hit the lackey in the face, sending him sprawling backwards over a sheet covered table. Daisy staggered and landed on the floor, sobbing. Ominis was with her in two strides, bending to help her up.

"Oh, for goodness sake, Ominis," Marvolo growled. "Why the fuck did you do that? She's nothing but a dirty, Muggle whore."

MC shook with fury and turned her wand back on Marvolo, casting a curse towards him that he blocked with surprising ease. He side stepped, assuming a duelling stance.

"I will fight if you want me to," he goaded. "But I am much more interested in finding out what is going on here. Ominis, dear brother, you purchased two tickets for a ship recently. The question is, who for? Which two of you four are making a run for it? Don't tell me it's the secret lovers? You wouldn't help them run, would you little brother?"

"Don't tell him anything," Sebastian said, struggling against his bindings.

Marvolo shot a basic cast Sebastian's way, making him grunt and go rigid. MC cast again, a Diffindo that Marvolo deflected, and it sent deep gashes through a settee in the far corner. He cast back towards MC, a flurry of spells lighting the space between them as they circled each other in the room.

"It's over Marvolo," MC said. "I'm done doing your bidding. My debt is paid."

He chuckled. "I dont think so."

MC cast again, dodging and blocking, surprised at how good he was. Then he shot another cheap cast towards Sebastian, and this time, he screamed. MC flinched, distracted, and then she was hit, thrown backwards onto the floor with a thud and a roll.

Daisy shouted, tearing herself from Ominis' grip where he had been holding her at the far side of the room. She hurried towards MC. "No, stop!" She cried. "The baby!"

MC froze, her eyes flying up to Daisy in shock. The room fell silent, the laboured breaths coming from her own mouth sounding far too loud to her own ears. Daisy cringed, her eyes full of apology. MC knew why she had done it. Daisy was protective of the baby, determined that it would get a good life with people who loved it, her own loss a hole that would never be filled.

But she had just announced it to the three men MC had been desperate to keep it from.

"What baby?" Marvolo demanded coldly.

MC couldn't move, half sitting up, leaning on her hands, her gaze flying to Ominis who was holding his wand up towards her, face utterly pale. Her eyes then turned to Sebastian, who was staring at her, eyes wide.

Daisy glared up at Marvolo, her eyes blazing with hatred. "She's pregnant," she snapped.

Marvolo stared at Ominis. "Is this true, Ominis? You told me you were on a potion."

MC felt tears slipping from her eyes as she looked at Ominis. He was shaking his head, his brow furrowed. "I...I do take a potion," he said. His voice was strained. "I never stopped taking it."

"I'm sorry," MC whispered.

Daisy got up and stood in front of her, hands on her hips. "No, you don't apologise, MC," she said firmly. "Not for this."

Marvolo turned his furious gaze towards Sebastian, who had gone limp, staring at MC in disbelief. She met his gaze, begging with her eyes for him to understand.

"You!!!" Marvolo yelled. "You did this!"

Marvolo lifted his wand, the curse bellowed from his lips with wicked intent. "Crucio!"

Both MC and Daisy screamed, MC scrambling up to her feet, grabbing for her wand. But Daisy, brave, selfless Daisy. She jumped forward and placed herself between Sebastian and Marvolo.

"No!" MC screamed.

The curse hit Daisy full pelt in the chest, the blinding red light filling the room along with the ear shattering sound of her scream.

MC stood frozen, transfixed, as Daisy convulsed under the blast of that curse. Her eyes were rolling back as that horrifying scream split the air. MC was taken back to the night when Marvolo had taken her, and they had witnessed Marvolo torturing his lackey. She was sent back even further to a darkened chamber below Hogwarts, and Sebastian casting the very same curse on her to get them out.

"No," MC said. She shook her head in denial at what she was witnessing. Daisy was not magical, she had no strength for this, it was too much and Marvolo's intent was vicious. MC shouted louder.

Of course nobody could hear her. Sebastian was shouting, Ominis was shouting, and Daisy kept on screaming, even as the blood began to trickle from her mouth as she collapsed to the floor.

It was a matter of seconds but they seemed to stretch and stretch until time had no meaning.

Marvolo released the curse, breathing hard, and MC moved to aim, murder in her heart. Her ancient magic began to surge and flicker. She vaguely heard Ominis calling her name, but it faded out into the background. She would tell him she was sorry, but she wouldn't mean it. Marvolo needed to die.

But she wasn't quick enough. Marvolo uttered the devastating words in a cold, calm voice, and a flash of green filled the room.

"Avada Kedavra."

Daisy was silenced. Her body went still, no more convulsions as she lay there, staring at nothing.

A blast of red shot past MC's shoulder and hit Marvolo, a swift Bombarda that sent him slamming into the wall with a sickening crack. He slid to the floor in a heap, and MC could still hear Daisy's scream ringing in her ears despite the quietness that now filled the room.

....*....

Sebastian stopped fighting against the bonds, shock filling him. How had this all gone so terribly wrong? He stared down at Daisy's lifeless body, the green light, and the muttered curse, triggering dangerous flashbacks from that night in the catacombs all those years ago.

Sweat beaded on his brow as his chest tightened and fluttered with panic, a roaring sound in his ears, and he fought to get air in his lungs. Memories swamped over him, and he fought back the vomit that was threatening to push up his throat. He looked up at the ceiling, his eyes registering the cracks in the plaster, but his mind was reeling as he tried to get a hold of himself.

He heard Ominis speaking, the familiar voice grounding him a little as he sucked in deep breaths.

"No, no," MC muttered. "Not Daisy. No!"

Sebastian looked back into the room, his eyes focusing on MC as she dropped to her knees before Daisy. She reached out a hand that shook, and she carefully brushed strands of hair from Daisy's white face. Trickles of blood ran from Daisy's mouth and nose, her eyes were red too, and Sebastian was sure that the killing curse had been a mercy.

Daisy was a Muggle. She was small, and she would have had no chance against the violence with which Marvolo had cast that curse. Her insides were probably ruined, and that alone would have given her a slow, painful death.

A death that had been meant for him.

His chest tightened even more at the look of horror and denial on MC's face. The pain in her eyes was shattering. Daisy had died trying to protect him. He felt tears well up and he blinked them furiously back.

MC began to moan, a distressed sound that turned into shaking sobs, her hands pressed to her face as she rocked with her grief. Ominis winced and moved towards her, his hands hovering as though to hold her, but he pulled back. Sebastian cleared his throat, his own arms aching to hold MC.

"Ominis," he croaked. "Get me down."

Ominis turned, wand out. He hovered it over where Sebastian stood and then muttered a few words, a charm spiralling out from his wand that released Sebastian's bonds. Sebastian shook himself and bent to snatch up his own wand, the sound of MC's crying filling the room.

Sebastian stared at Marvolo on the floor, a cold fury gathering in his stomach. His fingers flexed around the handle of his wand as he ran through a myriad of black curses in his mind. He could make that man suffer, make him wish he had never laid eyes on Sebastian or MC.

"You need to leave," Ominis said. He grabbed hold of Sebastian's arm. "Get her out of here, now."

Sebastian gave him a dazed look and pushed his fingers through his hair. His dark thoughts slunk back into the corner of his mind, and he turned to gaze at MC. "Give her a minute," he muttered.

MC was bent over, her arms wrapped around Daisy's limp form, sobbing. He swallowed thickly, his thoughts returning to the day when he heard that Anne had died.

So much death.

"We may not have many minutes to spare," Ominis said. "Marvolo could come round any moment, and who's to say he hadn't sent for back up that could arrive without warning."

Ominis had a point. Sebastian tried to focus and looked up at Ominis. "Where shall I take her?"

Ominis shoved his hand into his robes and pulled out an envelope. He held it out, and Sebastian took it. "Two tickets to America, the ship sails tomorrow from Southampton. Go with MC, take her away from here and...please, look after her. Take care of her and your baby."

Sebastian gulped, his eyes flying back towards MC. Bloody hell, yes, the baby!

"I had no idea," he said shaking his head. "She didn't say a word."

"That doesn't matter now. All that matters is that you both are leaving here, now!"

Sebastian shoved the envelope in his pocket and moved towards MC. He put his hand on her shoulder. "MC, we have to go," he said gently.

She shook her head. "I can't leave her," she gasped.

Ominis bent down to her and reached out, his hands gentle as they sought out her face. He cupped it, his thumbs brushing away her tears with tender strokes. "Listen to me, MC," he said. "You and Sebastian must go. I will take care of Daisy. I will see to it that she is properly buried and cared for. But, you need to run as planned. Sebastian will go with you."

She gulped looking up at him, and Sebastian fought back more tears at the look on her face. "But the false trail..."

"I will cover your tracks." Ominis winced. "Something I should have offered to do all along, I suppose, but it matters not. Go and live, MC. You and Sebastian. Promise me."

She nodded. "I promise."

"Good girl," Ominis said.

Sebastian and Ominis stood. MC pressed a kiss to Daisy's head, laying her carefully down on the floor, and then stood with them. Ominis pressed her into Sebastian's arms. "Go," he insisted.

Sebastian held MC close and felt his stomach twist with loss as he gazed at his old friend. Once they had left, he would be all alone and facing the wrath of Marvolo. He reached out, grabbing Ominis by the shoulder. "Come with us," he blurted.

He had no idea where this was coming from, and it sounded crazy to his own ears. Ominis gaped and then pulled back shaking his head.

"No, I shall stay. I will cover your tracks and see to Daisy," he said. Then he hesitated. "Perhaps send word once you are safe. But don't put names on it. I would like to know you are alright."

Sebastian frowned, his gaze dropping to Marvolo on the floor. "What about your brother?"

"Let me worry about that," Ominis said. "You two worry about getting to safety. I...I shall bid you farewell."

MC gripped the front of Sebastian's robes, her head leaning against his chest, eyes shining with tears as she looked at Ominis. Sebastian held her tightly.

"Goodbye, Ominis," she whispered.

Sebastian took a breath and gave Ominis one last long look. "Goodbye, old friend."

Sebastian squeezed his eyes shut, thought of the nearest Floo point, and Disapparated.

....*....

After the crack of Disapparation, Ominis released the breath he had been holding, and allowed a moment of silence to fill him up.

They were gone. Sebastian and MC were gone.

He fought back the wave of sadness and grit his teeth. There was still work to do.

Lifting his wand, he scanned the room in search of his evil brother and spotted him laying on the floor. He stepped a little closer and lowered his wand down towards Marvolo's head.

As a boy he had been forced to perform terrible acts to prove his worth to the family. This brother had coaxed him, bullied him, tortured him and belittled him his whole life. There was no love lost between them, and yet as Ominis stood there wand out, he still could not bring himself to destroy Marvolo.

This man had committed heinous acts, had hurt those that Ominis cared for, and murdered that poor girl in cold blood right before them. Marvolo knew about the baby. He knew Sebastian and M were running, and once he found out that the gold was all gone, his rage would explode.

Marvolo must never remember what occurred in this room. Needs must. Ominis focused his mind and aimed with purpose. "Obliviate!"

He then turned to repair the room, ridding it of evidence of them being there, before pausing by poor Daisy.

The bravery of this Muggle girl amazed him. To stand before Marvolo like that and then jump in front of the curse was beyond pure nerve. It was love. Pure and simple.

Ominis now needed to repay that sacrifice, and he knew just how to do it. He bent to scoop Daisy up into his arms, such a tiny thing she was, a tiny thing with a big heart.

....*....

The ocean breeze tugged at her braided hair, and she lifted her face to feel the little sprinkles of salty sea spray on her cheeks. The sky above was purest blue, no smog, and no city filth clinging to her skin. Just fresh sea air, the constant thrum of the ships' huge engines below their feet, and a strong chest at her back.

MC leant her head back against Sebastian, her hand sliding along his arm to press against the back of his hand that was settled firmly over her stomach. Less than a few hours had passed before his natural protectiveness had extended to the life growing inside of her. If he was near her, and to be honest, he hadn't left her side, his hand was on her stomach. After the initial shock, Sebastian was already in love with his child.

MC felt safe. But her heart ached for Daisy. The loss of her was a hollow cavern in her chest that kept threatening to consume her. She could only hope and trust that Ominis was alright and had taken care of things back in London.

They had been at sea for four days now. It wouldn't be long before they docked in New York. Nerves fluttered in her belly, and she held Sebastian a little tighter. He kissed her temple and leant his head against hers, his hand caressing her stomach.

"We will be alright, I promise," he murmured.

MC nodded and turned to look up at him. The ocean breeze tugged at his unruly brown hair, and the sunlight had brought out the freckles across his nose. His face was harder these days, leaner, but she could still see glimpses of the boy behind the shadows in his eyes. They both carried shadows and dark burdens, but when she was with him, they didn't seem so heavy.

She smoothed her hands up his chest, sliding them around his neck before pressing a kiss to his mouth. "I'm glad I have you with me," she said softly.

Sebastian smirked, his fingers brushing against the silver heart charm on the necklace he had given her. "It was never in doubt," he said. "I promised I wouldn't let you slip away from me, MC, and I intend to keep that promise."

Hope flared in her heart, a flicker of flame that she dared to cherish. "Forever?"

Sebastian's smile was soft. "Forever."

This isn't quite over yet!! One more chapter to come 😁💜 To be continued...

[masterqwertster]

Been working my way through C2/Mighty Nein (and I'm getting real close to finishing, yay!) and hit episode 118 the other day, and when M9 got into the first lab in the A-2 site, there was this bit of description:

You do see, off to the side, that one of these fallen signs that is broken and shattered but the part of the language is legible, it reads: Primordial Applications. You can see now there is a sign of writing above one of those metal walls off to the front and left of that far alcove that reads: Biological Weapons Research.

Given the proximity of this [Unknown Blank] Primordial Applications lab and the Biological Weapons Research lab, I'm kind of wondering if one of Aeor's God Slayer/Surpassing projects was trying to make their own Titan. (and the Factorum Malleus just reached completion sooner)

To the extent of our knowledge, no Titan has slayed a god. But they were powerful enough to be considered equal to the gods. Not to mention that Titan's generally take a god to quell/fell them. Like, one was listed to have been downed by elves during the Schism, but I also feel like that probably took an army or three to do and they probably also had some Champions on hand as well.

And given the creepy, mad scientist lab abominations still found in Aeor, chances are those wizards wouldn't have made a normal Titan if they ever did figure it out. A beefed up abomination Titan would definitely make for an even tougher fight and could possibly do what none of the original Titans did and actually take out a god.

I dunno, just vague little thoughts given Ashton's baby Titan status due to a ritual gone wrong/right. And the historical dislike between gods and Titans. And Aeor's need to surpass and/or kill the gods.

[wolfsbanesparks]

Bouncing in here like a madman again

Do you think Captain Marvel (seperate from Billy) considers the Wizard SHAZAM as their father as a sort of creator and creation relationship? Giving room for Billy and grandpa wizard relationship kinda?

I've had a lot of sugar today, so I'm not sure how that sounds, but I kept thinking about your fic, "Split", and how if things took a different turn and Captain Marvel revealed he existed because of the Wizard, would the JL come to the assumption that the wizard was his father/Billy's grandfather?

Or if things took an angstier turn, if Captain Marvel let slip accidentally that he didn't believe that the death of Billy's mother (and actual father) was a genuine accident/had suspicions about it, how would they react? Would they suspect the wizard bc of all the suspicions they're having? Also, I'm not sure if I remember, but did the JL get to have a conversation with the wizard?

Kinda factors into that one ask I sent before, where the gods killed the parents of the champions of magic to challenge and prepare them without them knowing, which might include the wizard, too. (Sorry, I re watched the Guardians of the Galaxy 2 recently and it's been doing numbers on my little mind)

In all seriousness you could write an AU for your fics and we'd eat it all up and ask for seconds because your writing creates a universe of wonder for us.

That was a lot, wow :0

Okay first of all you are so sweet! It's driving me crazy (in a good way) that I can discuss AUs of my fics!

I think that the Wizard already plays a sort of wise grandfather figure to Billy (in my preferred version of him) regardless of Captain Marvel's feelings towards the Wizard.

But I think it's totally logical for Captain Marvel to think of the Wizard as a creator figure, especially in his current incarnation since it was just Shazam who made him instead of a full Wizard's Council. There's respect between them, but Marvel also wants to make Shazam proud, wants to prove he's a good Champion. And I think that can translate to a father-son type dynamic even if it's a lot more complicated than that.

If we're talking Split in particular, the JL "met" the Wizard but Shazam didn't bother talking to any of them so their many confusions and suspicions didn't get brought up to him directly.

But if they had reason to believe Shazam was Marvel’s father, Flash in particular would have been having a freak out because the Wizard would have gone from possibly sketchy mentor to controlling and possibly abusive father/grandfather. He might have even had more people on his side if that was the case (especially if we add in the idea that the Batsons were killed as some kind of test of Billy’s pure heart).

There would still be those who insist that they shouldn't get in the middle of their complicated and potentially messy family situation. But there would also be those who wonder if Marvel had a choice in becoming a hero if his father was the one who imbued him with his powers because it was his "destiny". I can definitely picture Marvel bluescreening if someone asked him if he'd had a choice in being a hero (he didn't, and Billy didn't either) or if he'd ever wanted something else for himself (it had never occurred to him that he could be anything else because he was created to fight evil). His answer would definitely send up some red flags to whoever he's talking to.

There are so many cool ways having people think Shazam is Marvel’s father could play out and it would be so fun to explore that.

And since you mentioned it, while I don’t currently have plans to write an AU of my fics, I AM completely open to other people writing AUs of my fics if they are inspired enough to do it! So long as you credit me as the original author/check the Inspired By box when you post, I encourage you to go for it!

[albentelisa]

Hi! Are there any headcannons you have about Jim and Draal?

Oh, I really enjoy the friendship between Jim and Draal. Draal has surely gone far from his initial bully attitude to becoming one of the most loyal allies.

Symbolically, Jim is the one to liberate Draal from his shackles (those shackles being his obsession with the Trollhunter's title). In Trollhunters Draal claimed that he had been training for the position for his entire life (which isn't true according to Wizards). However, if we go with his age according to additional books (which is 1200), then it's still three-quarters of his life (for some comparison, for a forty-year-old human, that would be 30 years). That alone is a lot, but I also headcanon that Draal was obsessed with proving himself way before the amulet creation, and once the amulet appeared it was just his answer to how he could do that.

Why such obsession though? I'll say that troll culture is one to blame. I feel that in it surpassing your parents is a must, and who is Draal's father? Yes, it's Kanjigar, who was most likely well-respected even before becoming the Trollhunter and, according to Blinky, was the best out of all Trollhunters. And, unlike his father, Draal is rude and arrogant, most likely a troublemaker and with a dubious reputation (dating Nomura aside, where did he get Grit-shaka, the Gumm-gumm totem from? I bet that one is illegal at the Trollmarket).

Before Kanjigar became the Trollhunter, Draal viewed the title as his ticket to surpassing his father. After that, it only got worse. Not that Draal didn't think his father was worthy (if anything, he probably thought that Kanjigar deserved it more than any other troll), but it meant that now Draal had to become a better Trollhunter as well.

And now we come to the very beginning of Trollhunters. Jim getting the amulet was a major offense to Draal, more than anyone else being chosen, even if there were some champions Draal believed to be unworthy (like Unkar, for example). The situation with Jim was just the last straw - and Draal snapped.

The death match was the turning point. I'm pretty sure that Draal didn't think he would be in danger and instead planned to use it to publicly humiliate Jim. I can imagine that trolls at the Trollmarket were already joking about Draal not getting the amulet once again (and even if it wasn't that bad - it sounded bad to Draal).

Only when Draal gets close to death, with Jim standing above him with a sword, he realizes that his defeat was partially his own fault, that he heavily underestimated his opponent. That time he was clearly not ready to die or face death bravely (he closed his eyes)

On the other hand, I don't think Jim wanted to kill Draal (and seriously, he grew up in a society where killing is considered bad). It was more about defeating a bully, not that different from facing Steve. Sure thing, when the audience was yelling to kill Draal, Jim realized it was that serious. Yet he still refused to kill.

Ironically, from any troll point of view, it most likely seemed as if Jim refused to give Draal an honorary death in battle, disgracing him even more. From Draal's point of view, his life now belonged to Jim and he was willing to serve him until he paid him back.

Luckily for Draal, Jim had no idea about the troll traditions (though, he wouldn't follow those even if he knew).

I believe that when Draal started to teach Jim he had fully grasped at last that Jim was just a kid and that it wasn't his fault for being chosen as the champion. It was the start of Draal letting go of his mental shackles and becoming a better (and happier!) troll. And Jim got a rough older brother figure.

I believe that at some point Draal acknowledged Jim as a fellow warrior and started to see him as his brother-in-arms too.

[fallingforfictionalcharacterss]

hi i know you have a draco-yule ball writing already but could you do a dracoxreader enemies to lovers type yule ball situation. where the reader and draco always bicker and don’t get along but at yule ball all fancied up with other dates, they come to the realization of their feelings for each other?

Thanks for the request! I somehow really enjoyed writing this and hope you will enjoy reading just as much.

Shampoo

Audio version

Potter stinks

Support Cedric Diggory

The letters fleshed bright before your eyes. As if Harry hasn´t gone through enough yet, now the entire school hated him and they were not afraid to show it. You could see Harry’s face redden as you walked through the corridors, accompanied by calls like “Eww, I smell Potter.” or “Cedric is our true champion!”. As if he didn’t know. As if he wanted this. Hermione and you tried to shield Harry as good as possible from the deadly glances and mean comments. But obviously, he noticed.

“They´re just jealous.”, you tried to cheer him up and Hermione nodded confirming.

“As if someone would be jealous of this scar face.”, you heard a familiar voice behind you. You sighted. Malfoy was the last person you needed right now. Harry and he had been archenemies since the first day and as the years had passed, Malfoy and you had developed your own personal hostility, that was about much more than just his arrogant behaviour and his attitude towards non-pureblood wizards, especially muggle-borns like Hermione. You just detested each other with every inch of your body and you were not afraid to show it. Madame Pomfrey was already used to the two of you appearing at the hospital wing regularly because you had hexed each other, poisoned your food or sabotaged your school supplies. She always told you that one of you would kill the other one one day. And it wasn’t even that unlikely.

“You like my badges?”, he sneered. He smiled proudly as he pressed it and the Support Cedric Diggory button changed, the red letters turned green as they switched their positions, now forming Potter stinks. Of course, it had been him. Who else? You could feel Harry tense next to you.

“So lovely.”, you said in a honeyed voice. “That you spend so much time thinking about him and make that much effort. All for him. Now he will get even more attention, thanks to you.” You threw him a sweet smile while Hermione and you turned Harry around again, who had already grabbed his wand. “But you have to excuse him now, he still needs to prepare for the first task. You can go and tinker some banners, because you will only get to watch it from the distance.” You walked away with your friends, with a smug grin on your face as you knew you had managed to hurt Malfoy where it hurt the most. His pride.

You had every reason to celebrate. Harry had survived the first task, even if you had doubted it at some point, and he even managed to be in the first place. You were more than proud of your best friend. Even better, Ron and Harry got along again, which also pleased Hermione and you, since you didn’t need to commute between the two boys anymore. Now you had only to solve the riddle of the egg and Harry would actually have some good chances to win this Tournament.

But you didn’t had much time to think about the riddle since the next surprise was already waiting for you. Professor McGonagall announced that it was a tradition that every school that was hosting the Triwizard Tournament would also be hosting the Yule Ball. It was a formal Christmas celebration and -most importantly- a dance. While the girls of you were really excited about it, the boys didn’t seem to look forward to it. Except Neville, who was a surprisingly good dancer. But he was the only one since most of the other boys never even seemed to have heard something about rhythm or choreography. And they weren’t exactly interested in learning about it.

Luckily, neither Hermione nor you had to worry about a potential partner who might step on your feet and leave you with some broken toes, because you were asked out by some very handsome Durmstrang boys. In fact, Hermione had been asked by Victor Krum himself, how she had told you in a low voice after she had stormed into the common room with red cheeks. You were more than happy for her to have such a chance. The both of them really seemed to like each other and you were glad that Hermione didn’t seem to be that angry anymore about the fact that Ron didn’t asked her out. Even though you had to promise that you wouldn’t tell him who her date was, since she wanted it to be a surprise. You were already looking forward to the look on Ron´s face when Hermione would show up with Victor Krum.

But you couldn’t complain either. You had been asked out by one of Krum´s schoolmates. You didn’t know much about him though because he barely spoke your language. You knew that he had also thrown his name into the Goblet of Fire at the beginning of the school year but now he supported Krum in every way possible. You admired that he did so even though they had been rivals before. Plus, he didn’t look exactly bad, in fact, the tall and trained boy looked actually very good. Now there was only one question left. What should you wear?

“Don’t you think it´s too much?”, Hermione asked you, narrowing her eyebrows. You took a closer look at the picture of the dress she had just shown you. The gown was periwinkle blue and just looked amazing. You shook your head firmly.

“It is just perfect. The people won´t even notice Victor if you will be wearing this.” Hermione smiled at you thankfully. The two of you kept on chatting about your outfits.

“I still need to practice walking in those shoes.”, you sighted. You had chosen some with a higher heel, not really high but still more than you were used to.

“I guess that’s the disadvantage of a tall boy.”, Hermione chuckled. “You have to decide if you want to look him into the eyes or be able to walk properly.”

“At least it will be easier for him to overlook you.”, Draco joined in on your conversation. You hadn’t even noticed him sitting at the table right behind you, listening to your talk.

“I just pray your date will be taller than you then. Or that she has some really high heels. It would be unreasonable to look in your face the entire evening. If you even find someone who will take pity on you and go with you.”, you snapped back.

“Oh, I know Pansy is already looking forward to this evening.” Somehow Draco sounded slightly annoyed. “But I already feel sorry for the boy who asked you out. Are you sure he really wants to go with you and won´t jilting you?”, he asked with a mocking tone of concern in his voice.

“Don’t worry Malfoy, even you won´t be able to ruin this for me.”, you smiled.

But he nearly did.

It was the morning of the ball. Everything was ready, you had a tight schedule. You quickly jumped into the shower. In your head, you went through all the steps you had to take until the evening. You felt a small smile creeping on your face. This was going to be your night. You just knew it. You got out of the shower and grabbed a towel. While you dried your hair with it, you turned around and looked into the mirror above the sink. You froze.

“NO!”, Hermione dropped her book as she heard the scream from the bathroom. She got up quickly, headed towards the room and opened the door.

You still stared at your reflection in disbelief.

“(Y/n), what… oh no!” Hermione stared as at you as well.

Or more precisely at your hair. You had always loved your hair, especially its colour. But right now, any colour would have been better than the bilious green it was now.

“What happened?”, Hermione asked.

“I don’t know. I just took a shower and then I got out and… Hermione, you have to help me. Save my hair, I´m begging you.”, you pleaded.

“Don’t worry, I got this.”, Hermione tried to calm you down.

But she didn’t. No matter which spells she used, your hair was still shimmering in a bright green.

“I can´t go to the ball like this.”, you whined.

“We will ask Madame Pomfrey. She will have an idea.”, Hermione told you, still scandalized that none of her spells had worked. You grabbed a cap and pushed all of your hair under it. No one should see you like this.

As you left your dorm you bumped into Ron and Harry. But you just rushed past them.

“What happened?”, Harry asked confused.

“Emergency!”, Hermione shouted over her shoulder.

“What emergency?”

“Hair!”

“Hair?”, Ron chuckled. “Oh yeah, hair is an urgent emergency.” He laughed but went silent as you shot him a deadly glance.

“I still don’t know how this could happen.”, you stated as Hermione and you rushed towards the hospital wing. “It was the same shampoo I always used.”

“Don’t worry. Madame Pomfrey will fix this. And it can´t get worse from now on.”

And for the second time today, Hermione was wrong. Because as you ran through the corridors, suddenly someone stepped into your way.

“Well, well, well, look who´s here.”, Malfoy stated with a small grin on his face. “I wondered when you would come (Y/l/n).” You narrowed your eyes. How would he know? Except…

Malfoys eyes trailed up to the cap on your head. “But it isn’t even cold here (Y/l/n).” Before you could react, he grabbed the cap and pulled it away, revealing the mess on your head. His grin only grew wider. “Oh, you dyed your hair. How lovely. I´m sure your date will appreciate this. But then again, I honestly think green isn’t your colour. You aren’t a Slytherin, are you? Maybe you should try a nice red next time?”

“You. You mixed something into my shampoo.”, you spat. Malfoy kept smiling, confirming your suspicion.

“But you said nothing could ruin this night love.”, he mocked you. “If that´s so, why are you so upset then?”

You pulled out your wand, and Malfoy grabbed his as well. The two of you stared at each other. You were furious. You would hex him so badly, he would have for sure a worse day than you.

But Hermione had different plans.

“(Y/n), we have to go.”, she said pulling you away from Malfoy whose gaze followed the two of you, still ready to defend himself if you would attack him. “We have to get to Madame Pomfrey and then we have to get ready.”, Hermione said in a vivid tone. You obeyed.

“Oh yeah, take your dirty mudblood friend and run away.”, Draco shouted as the two of you disappeared behind the next corner.

Madame Pomfrey was truly an angel. You were sure of that. It nearly took her one hour, but she managed the impossible. When you left the hospital wing your hair looked perfectly normal, with no traces of green left.

Hermione and you rushed back to your dorm, finally getting ready for the night. You were still cursing Malfoy for what he had done. Since you had come back, your only topic was the revenge you swore him.

“I still wonder how he managed to do this.”, you said for the fifth time. “I mean, he had to sneak into our tower and then he had to get in here. Not even our boys can do this.” You stared into the distance. Hermione let out a small chuckle. “What´s so funny about this?”, you asked confused.

“Sometimes the two of you act like an old married couple.”, she said.

You turned around and raised your eyebrows.

“What do you mean?”

“You are fighting the whole time. And you spent so much time and energy on each other. And you talk about him all the time. Sometimes I wonder…”, she stopped.

“Wonder what?” Then you realized. “No, oh no. Definitely not. This spoiled bastard who thinks the world is his just because of Daddy´s money. But I´m not one of those people he can buy. The only thing I feel for him is disgust. Nothing more.”

Hermione grinned. “If you say so.”

You grabbed one of your pillows, throwing it at her. She caught it with ease.

“C´mon, no time for fun, we have to get ready!”

You checked your reflection one last time. You looked absolutely gorgeous. Your make-up was light, highlighting your eyes and lips. Your hair was arranged artfully around your head. The dress was absolutely amazing. It stressed your curves. It was high-necked in the front but the deep cut-outs at your back left little room for imagination. After weeks of practising, you finally managed to walk in your high-heeled shoes as well.

Hermione looked at least as beautiful as you. She was actually wearing the dress the two of you had been talking about before you had been interrupted rudely and her hair looked very smooth.

After complementing each other for solid ten minutes, it was time to leave.

Victor Krum greeted Hermione right down the stairs. She threw a small smile at you, before he disappeared with him into the crowd. Your date, on the other hand, wasn’t there yet. But you saw the other boy that you had been looking forward to seeing tonight. But as you saw Draco Malfoy in his dress robe, standing on the bottom landing, you forgot why you had been looking forward to this. Originally, you had planned to make this evening the hell on earth for the boy. But now that you saw him standing there you could only think about how absolutely flawless he looked. His eyes wandered around until his gaze settled on you. Involuntarily, he raised his eyebrows. Since when did you look so breath-taking? But he quickly regained control over his facial features again. He smirked as he slowly walked toward you.

“Didn’t expect you to come here.”, he said. His voice sounded a little bit shaky as he talked to you. He stopped right in front of you, his eyes trailed up and down your body. You felt your cheeks heating under his intense gaze. You had never noticed the silvery shimmer in his eyes, but now you couldn’t unsee it. And it suited him very well. Godric, what was wrong with you tonight?

“And I didn’t expect you to dare to come here.”, you countered.

“Wouldn’t want to miss this”, he answered while his eyes still lingered on you. “Besides, I couldn’t leave my date alone.” He wrapped his arm around Pansy Parkinson´s waist who looked at you with narrowed eyes.

“Oh yeah, my deepest condolences.” You smiled at Pansy sweetly.

“(Y/n)!”, you heard a voice behind you. You turned around and saw your date heading towards you. You wanted to leave Malfoy and Pansy behind, but Malfoy grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer.

“I miss the green, it suited you.” Then he let go of you and you walked towards your date. The boy greeted you with a kiss on your hand.

Little did you know, Malfoy was still watching you, his eyes traced down the bare skin of your back and as he saw the boy kissing your hand and you smiling at his actions, he felt a strange feeling in his stomach area.

“Draco?”, Pansy asked in a nagging voice, jealously watching her date checking out another girl.

“Let´s go.”, Draco mumbled, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her away, not without shooting a last glance at you who already seemed to have much fun.

And oh boy, you did. Your date was an amazing dancer. The two of you had much fun, even though the language barrier made it difficult to actually talk to each other. But that didn’t keep you from dancing closely. But while you danced your gaze somehow regularly drifted off to Malfoy and Pansy who were still dancing as well. For some reason, you didn’t enjoy this picture and not only because you grudged him the fun. There was something else, a strange feeling, making your heart clench in your chest as you watched Pansy resting her head on his chest while he smiled down at her. But then he looked up again, his gaze met yours. And somehow neither of you was able to look away. Your eyes were interlocked for many moments. Somehow you felt a stronger connection to the boy on the other side of the room than to the one that was holding you in his arms right now. But then your partner spun the both of you around and Malfoy was outside your field of vision. Still, you could feel his gaze lingering on you many times that night.

After a few hours had passed, your date and you separated and after he kissed you on the cheek, he went to his friends and you went, looking for yours. But it weren’t your friends that you found, it was a certain blond boy who you hadn’t managed to get off your mind the entire evening. You didn’t see him coming but all of the sudden, he stood right in front of you.

“Where´s your boyfriend?”, he asked, blocking the way you had planned to go. You didn’t answer, you just stared at him. Malfoy returned your gaze.

“So?”

“He… he is…” Damn it, since when did you stutter when Malfoy asked you something?

“I don’t know, where´s your girlfriend?”

“She´s not my girlfriend.” Your heart beat faster.

“He isn’t my boyfriend.”

“Then we cleared that up.” He smirked.

“I… I really have to go now.”, you stated.

“Dance with me.”

You stared at him in disbelief. “What?”

“Dance with me.”

You hesitated.

“It´s unpolite to turn this down. So, dance with me.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a command. And you obeyed.

Malfoy grabbed your hand and lead you back to the dance floor. You flinched as his fingers touched yours. It felt like a shock rushed through your body. You wanted to pull away but he held your hand tightly, refusing to let go.

A new song had just started. Carefully, Malfoy placed your hand on his shoulder before he touched your waist. It was a tender touch that sent chills through your whole body. You still weren’t sure what to do.

“C´mon, just one dance.”, Draco whispered as he slowly started to move to the rhythm of the music.

Finally, you gave in. You wrapped your arms around his neck, looking into his grey eyes. He returned the look. The grip on your waist tightened as he pulled you closer. Your face was now only a few centimetres away from his. You could feel his hot breath on it. His gaze fell down, fixing your lips, before it shot up again so quickly, you weren’t sure if you had just imagined it. He pulled your body closer and closer until he held you in a tight embrace. You buried your face in the crook of his neck while Draco´s hands traced up your back and then back down. The feeling of his hot fingers on the naked skin of your back made you shiver.

“You look so beautiful tonight sweetheart.”, he whispered in your ear. You just hummed in response, not trusting your voice. It felt like hours had passed but then again only a few seconds. The two of you holding each other impossibly close, enjoying the comfortable warmth of the other one and inhaling each other’s scent.

But then the song ended and another, faster one started. It felt like you woke up from a dream, slowly coming back to reality. You slightly pulled back. Draco loosened his grip and looked down at you, smiling slightly.

You could get lost in the way he looked at you, letting yourself fall, letting you consume by him, but something held you back. All the pictures of the last years flashed through your mind, all the fights, the assaults, all the things he has said to you. You didn´t know what you were feeling right now but you knew that it was wrong. And you had to stop whatever this was before there was no turning back.

You took a step back, and his hands that had still rested on your waist, slipped down. He looked at you worried and somehow disappointed.

“Is everything alright? Did I do something wrong?”, he sounded genuinely concerned.

“You said one dance. That’s it. So I can leave now.”

You span around without waiting for a response and left. You didn’t dare to look back because you knew it would break your heart. Where the hell were your friends? You didn’t see them in here anymore. Even better, because then you had no reason to stay as well. You quickly left the hall and rushed up the stairs. Only when you were that far away from the feast that you couldn’t hear the music anymore, did you slow down. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest and you breathed heavily. Finally, you came to a halt. On the sill of a huge window, you sat down, staring into the night. It was dark outside and you could barely see anything, not only because of the dark but because of the snow flurry outside the window.

You shook your head in confusion, as if you tried to shake off the thoughts that were running through your mind right now. You heard Hermione´s voice inside your head. “Sometimes I wonder…” You had brushed it off. Draco and you never liked each other. You hated each other. But now that you thought about it you didn’t even remember how your hostility had begun. Obviously, he and Harry never got along but that had never been your business. But Draco and you had your personal relationship, your personal rivalry. Of course, the tricks he played you were often below the belt but so were yours. And if you were honest, even if his jokes annoyed you, without them, something would be missing. Without him, something would be missing. You had never realized how much space Draco took in your thoughts as well as in your life. And Hermione was right, this wasn’t normal. Not for two people who just didn’t like each other. Maybe there was something more you felt for him. Maybe there had always been more, but you had just been too afraid to admit it. But even if you felt something for the handsome boy that didn’t mean that he would feel the same for you. How could he have grown to care for you if you had been so mean to him all the time?

But what was about tonight? What was about those glances? What was about the dance? You could still feel his fingers tracing up and down your back, still remembered the intensity in his looks, still remembered his scent, lulling you in.

You knew it had been wrong. And that it could never happen again. But then again, how could feel something so wrong so right?

“(Y/n)?” You froze as you heard the soft voice behind you. It had been the first time he had called you by your first name. And it sounded like music, coming from his lips.

Not him.

Not now.

“What is it Malfoy?”

You heard the steps coming closer, until he stood right next to you. You didn’t dare to look at him.

“Are you okay?”

“Told you I´m fine.”, you huffed, still looking out the window but you could see his reflection in the glass. He seemed to hover there like a ghost. At least you could admire him like this secretly.

“You just disappeared…”

“What did you expect?” Your voice sounded rougher than you intended to, and you could see his reflection flinch.

“I… I just wanted to check on you.”

“Well, you did, so you can leave now can´t you?”

“Are you mad at me?”, Draco asked. He sounded sincere.

You couldn’t help but laugh. Finally, you looked at him.

“Oh, I don’t know? Do I have a reason to be mad at you? Maybe that just this morning you ruined my hair and teased me about it? Or maybe every other mean trick you had played at me since the first grade?”, you snapped.

Draco looked at you in confusion. “C´mon, (Y/n), this wasn’t just me. You played your role in this too.”

“Yeah, but I don’t suddenly act as if I care about you even if I don’t.” You could feel tears stinging your eyes. All the frustration of the last few years had now come back. “What was your plan, hm? Did you want to make fun of me? Hex me? Poison me? Or did you want me to care about you because if you did, then congratulations, you´ve done it!”

You immediately realized what you had said and bit your lip, but it was too late. You had said it and Draco had heard it.

But contrary to your expectations, he didn’t make fun of you, neither he burst into laughter. He just smiled.

“Can I try something?”, he asked, catching you off guard. Taken by surprise you just nodded.

“Close your eyes.”, he demanded.

You sighted. You didn’t know what he was planning but it probably couldn´t get worse. So you did as he said and regretted it at the same moment. This was probably the most stupid idea that you ever…

Your thoughts were interrupted by some soft lips gently pressing on yours. And just like that, all your doubts disappeared. You felt his lips slowly moving against yours. It was a tender touch, no demands, no pressure. You gave in to it, mimicking his movements. You placed your hands on his chest, while he placed one on your cheek. And even if you wouldn’t have expected Draco to be capable of this, the kiss stayed sweet and innocent until the very end. Then both of you pulled away, breathing heavily, cheeks rosy.

Draco looked at you in admiration and tucked some loose strands of hair behind your ear.

“Was it worth the try?”, you mocked him with a cocky grin on your face. He returned your smile.

“Might need a second try.”

You gave him a slight nod and the next thing you knew was that you found yourself pressed against the wall, as Draco pressed his lips hungrily on yours again. You could taste the bowl from the fest on his lips and something else, you could only define as him. Your hands wandered from his chest to his neck, playing with the collar of his robe and brushing through his soft hair. His hands on the other hand first cupped your cheeks before they slightly brushed your neck on their way to your back again. His fingers danced along your spine before they slipped under the hem of your dress, not enough to consider it inappropriate but just enough to make you sight into the kiss. Neither of you wanted to pull back at first but after a few minutes, you had to because of the lack of air in your lungs.

Draco pulled you in a tight embrace, placing a small kiss on the crown of your head. As you looked up you could see some true affection on his face.

“(Y/n)?”

“Hmm?”

“Would you…” He scratched his neck and avoided looking at you. “Would you like to go out with me sometime?”

You smiled at him.

“Only on one condition”, you paused dramatically. “Promise me to never touch my shampoo again.” He looked at you as if he didn’t actually thought you would agree. Then he gave you a shy smile you had never seen on his face before.

“Promise!”

But then another thought crossed your mind.

“Draco? Do you think we can work this out? I mean, all we ever did was fight. I don’t think I even know how to properly talk to you.”

The boy in front of you let out a low chuckle. But then he became serious again, looking deep into your eyes, making you feel as if he could see down to the bottom of your heart.

“Well, I´m afraid we will have to.” He placed a small kiss on the tip of your nose, making you giggle. “Because now that I tried this, I will never let you go again.”

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

To @thefantasmarex and other Cap adopts Kon AU enjoyers

I just thought something, Captain Marvel isn’t an inherited title. In the OG comics and still in a lot of later ones it’s specifically a chosen one thing, we know that with Billy, but his entire family is honorary members and titles passed between close friends and family specifically to share the power. Not pass it on.

Billy has 3 potential candidates for succession depending on canons; The original being BillBat from the 30th century, Power of Shazam’s CeCe Beck from the 90th century, and Tanist of the 853rd century in the DC 1,000,000 comics.

(Pictures and more below the cut)

Only one is actually related to Billy, and that’s BillBat of earth, his distant descendant. CeCe is from Bindermann and Tanist is from Mercury, both having stumbled into the RoE some how and have no prior relation.

No one in the current Marvel family as they know it is supposed to usurp Billy or replace him, he’s supposed to take the Wizards mantle fully later on in life and wait until his successor is old enough to inherit his power. Billy has to live to see that day, weather it’s 1,000 or 7,000 or 83,000 years into the future, he has to make it to pass the torch to the next being Pure of Heart and Strong of Spirit.

There is no replacing Marvel in the modern day, no keeping his name alive till the next guy needed, Conner has no expected inheritance or standards if he’s taken in as a member of the Marvel family. He can be whatever he wants as long as he’s a good person, he could wear his symbol and call himself Junior or another Lieutenant Marvel but he doesn’t have to.

There has to be a Superman once Clark’s gone, he’s too much of a symbol to fade, he means too much. But in a way Marvel doesn’t, and it’s not something bad or sad in context.

Being Captain Marvel is always shown as a thankless and isolating job, but one that has to be done to keep ancient evils at bay and the balance of Magic in order. That’s why Billy takes the job as Wizard only when Shazam dies, magic needs a warden but he doesn’t want that job right away, when he takes it he chooses Freddy as a champion to be Captain Marvel but they aren’t Shazam, he is. That’s what separates the Wizards champion, which is what Billy is, from the gods champions that his family is.

Conner has no expectation in his family, not because he isn’t good enough or because of a flaw in his upbringing, but because of a highly selective criteria for a job no one really wants.

[seawardboundsammy]

thinking about fh dnd classes and here's my list (some homebrew is used, dw its linked :] ) (also this is about them as people, not who they would play in a theoretical game)

Ortega: Battlemaster Fighter. I briefly considered monk for their hand to hand combat style but the tactical techniques of battlemaster and how some of them allow you to help your teammates fit much better

Chen: War Cleric. HERE ME OUT OKAY. Obvious fighter fits him and all but war cleric are incredibly strong and have a ton of buffs. Specifically the fact that his armor was the only thing that could power the dampeners during heartbreak feels like a war cleric. Also the fact that Ortega was marshal instead of him. This doesn't mean he's weaker though, if you've ever played/played with a war cleric you know they're BUSTED

Anathema: Acid dragonborn Barbarian, Path of the Favored. I considered sorcerer but i felt that barbarian fits their tankyness better. One of the abilities is "Favored Presence" which works well with their charm and how people tend to be endeared to them.

Herald: Paladin, Oath of the Crown. This one's from the swordcoast! Shout out to my dear @radioactive-mouse, this one's all him. It's the devotion and the being a hero and being nice but honey when you look at the contract, you work for the government, not the people.

Argent: Barbarian, Path of the Mutant. Kind of a weird one (we did consider eldritch knight) but this one fits her intensity in battle and incredibly impulsive choices (bailing from the party, chasing you down in the sewers, the bridge fight). Also how motivated by anger she can be and how absolutely relentless she is. Path of the Mutant allows you to modify your body during combat to gain an edge, which she literally does its great. (also it fits her backstory and shit)

Dr. Mortum: Armorer Artificer. Come on, what were you expecting? I could have gone with wizard, probably transmutation, but this one is just so perfect.

Finally Sidestep is kinda a weird one, cause it really depends on the step. A very sneaky tactician step might be an arcane trickster rouge, whereas a bombastic and flashy step might be a champion fighter out of pure style. Hell, they could even be a paladin considering the training heroes route and anarchist route!

those are my general ideas but if you have others or disagree, please share them! i would love to here what other people think of fh dnd classes

[affableboar-zero]

I've had a long week so I'm gonna reveal some stuff about my CR:K AU for a bit cause I deserve it.

I've been calling it the Pastry AU but yeah I have a lot more thoughts to say about this AU so I'd love to answer any questions about it! Info can be found below vv vv vv

Strawberry Cookie is an Ex-Member of the St. Pastry Order. She was trained as a bodyguard for other higher-up members. She never knew their secrets

Custard Cookie III is currently traveling with Clotted Cream Cookie and Financier Cookie, both of whom he sees as older siblings. Financier thinks this is cute. Clotted does not

Chili Pepper originally grew up in the Mala Tribe but was kicked out after a heist gone wrong almost caused a Dragon to destroy their home.

Gingerbrave meets Strawberry and Wizard after he falls and knocks himself out running away from the Witches. Wizard Cookie is in search of the City of Wizards, because he believes he is a chosen champion of the Wizards. Gingerbrave decides to tag along.

Because Gingerbrave is the chosen Champion of the Sugar Swan, he has the ability to see if others are Champions by locking eyes with them. So far, this has only happened with two Cookies: Wizard Cookie and Pastry Cookie.

The original like Bad Guy team is slightly different. It consists of Pastry Cookie (who sort of takes on the role of Pomegranate), Licorice, Poison Mushroom, and Caramel Arrow Cookie.

Pastry Cookie is believed to be the chosen champion of the Witches, and the sort of "Second Coming" in the Order. She is tasked with taking the returning Dark Enchantress Cookie down. She does not know of Dark Enchantress Cookie's true origins

Licorice originally lived in the Dark Cacao Kingdom. An incident left him to fall into the inky abyss of the Licorice Sea. There, he was met by a creature of the depths who saved him from death, allowing him partial control over this cycle as well. He was kicked out due to his "wicked" nature.

Licorice found Poison Mushroom near a field of Poisonous Mushrooms and tried to bring them back. He succeeded. Now Poison Mushroom follows him around, not know who he was before or why he ended up there in the first place.

Caramel Arrow...refuses to talk about her past. It's clear the sword she holds in her hands has something to do with it. She never lets it leave her side. She also came from the Dark Cacao Kingdom, since Licorice would see her helping train Dark Choco. He was kicked out before he saw what happened. He's left to speculate on how she got that scar.

[old-antecedent]

Do Not Mantle A Daedric Prince

You claim to wish to be a Prince. You know not what you ask. Let me inform you on the matter. Some, in their study of the Heroes of Tamriel, come upon a strange episode in the tale of the Hero of Kvatch. Others, in dealings with Sheogorath, hear odd claims of presence or agency during the Oblivion Crisis. This shall not be a lesson on that period. Instead, young aspirant, let it be a warning against trying to take the place of a Prince.

Souls are primarily to blame for your folly. Doubtless, you know the difference between the black and white Souls that litter your Arena. You have potentially even seen items enchanted with Daedric Souls. This is not quite accurate. Daedra have a Vestige which returns to the Void upon their death, should they not be made into an enchantment by some foolish wizard. This Vestige then travels back to its home plane before reconstituting itself. If you have ever encountered the same daedroth after killing it previously, you now know how.

A daedra can at most create a Vestige, even if their target would normally have an aedric Soul. Most see devoting oneself to a Prince as unwise for this reason. Your Soul will be forfeit upon your death, and even if they wished to keep you around, all a Prince could offer is a Vestige. This is a miserable existence for something that once had a Soul. A Vestige simply cannot do the same things a Soul can. The most common reaction is an endless cycle of painfully falling to pieces and reconstituting, usually over a period of months.

For my part, those who swear themselves to me are usually thrown into the Brain Hallway. Some are powerful enough to form themselves into crawling shibboleths.

Taking this into account, Mantling a Prince is an interesting sort of torture for the mortals who achieve it. Slowly or all at once your Soul morphs into a Vestige, and then becomes an indistinguishable component of the Prince. Your self eroding away, becoming something you do not recognize, until "you" are totally gone. Sometimes, however, a mortal is of enough note that their Vestige alters the Prince in subtle ways.

This returns us to the Hero of Kvatch and Sheogorath. Now, Sheo has been mantled far more than any other prince. The Greymarch always saw him pick some hapless mortal champion to become him while he went off to be Jyggalag for his one time that era. Until the final Greymarch, the mortal would always lose and the "real" Sheo would re-manifest, usually choosing to burst from inside the unfortunate sod in a sort of comedy routine. The mortal would be completely absorbed into Sheo's Vestige, maybe with a few traits picked up that made the Mad God seem a touch more neurotic for a few weeks. Haskill, Sheo's main chamberlain, was a particularly skilled mortal clerk before being eaten. This made him stick in Sheo's craw, as he was far too orderly, and he was quickly coughed up. Seeing this as an opportunity, Sheo put Haskill in charge of the "boring" aspects of running the Shivering Isles.

For the final Greymarch, however, the Mad God happened to pick a Hero. Not one half as strong as Ysgramor, mind, but one of great significance nonetheless. This Hero was enough to repel the Greymarch, breaking Jyggalag's curse. We held a "sorry we turned you into the opposite of your domain for millennia" party afterward, and Jyg was pretty cool about the whole thing.

More importantly, this meant there was no directly returning Sheogorath to pop out of the Hero of Kvatch. You may think this is your "in". Simply find a prince in need of a grand transition, step in and offer yourself up, and that's your ticket. Not so fast. Even if you were a Hero, you should check what Sheo's like nowadays. His sense of fashion has changed slightly (whose hasn't?) but he's just the same as always. Do you think it happenstance that the Hero of Kvatch fell into the exact same behaviors and patternlessness of the old Sheogorath? Sure, he references events from the Oblivion Crisis on occasion, but that's all that remains of that particular Hero now. In a few more centuries they will either be entirely gone or have been coughed back up into a unique Vestige like Haskill.

And you can't make yourself into a new Prince either, there's no space in Godhead for that. At best you'll become a kind of weird non-Prince non-God creature, like the Ideal Masters. I suppose if you're fine with that you can pursue it, but know that almost no one will respect you.

[adrianasunderworld]

Twst Magical Girl au: The Knights

Long ago there lived a king named Arthur, who wielded a magic sword Excalibur. With the help of his trusted mentor, the wizard Merlin, he led a force of brave and skilled knights to protect his kingdom. When darkness fell over the land, Arthur allied himself with the Maiden of Loves kingdom, inviting her husband to join his ranks against the great evil. When all was done, Arthur had formed a deep friendship with the two and swore he and his men would answer the call should their kingdom need it. Prince Phillip furthered this and vowed he would always find a way to protect Aroura and all she held dear with his fellow knights aid. The vow held strong for centuries, bound by the magic of the sword. With every Maiden, came her champion. An ally that embodied the spirit of the heroes that aided them in times of turmoil. With each new generation of maidens, new allies swore loyalty to them and joined the rank of knights over the centuries.

Though King Arthur and his round table were long gone, Excalibur remained, and Merlin and his descendants kept it safe. Just as the sword chose it's king, it also chose it's knights. Whenever new maidens are chosen, Excalibur will glow, ready for its next set of champions. Only a descendent of Merlin, the king, or a chosen knight is able to pick up the sword as proof they had been chosen. Currently, Excalibur is under the care of Ambrose the 63rd and his Grandson, Ambrose the 64th, who goes by his middle name, Arthur, after the king of old. He is currently searching for the other knights to aid the current Maidens.

Knights:

The Champion of King Arthur- Ambrose "Arthur"

The Champion of Prince Phillip-

The Champion of Prince Florian-

The Champion of Prince Kit-

The Champion of Prince Eric-

The Champion of the Beast- Seith Zigvolt

The Champion of Aladdin-

The Champion of Li Shang-

The Champion of Hercules- Juno Aureum

The Champion of Flynn Ryder-

The Champion of Maui-

The Champion of Robin Hood-

The Champion of Tarzan-

If you guys have any oc or canon suggestions for knights, feel free to add on and I'll edit once decided.

@mangacupcake @marrondrawsalot @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind

[wonderwafles]

Eris/Toland 🧐

I do ship!!

What made you ship it?

YOU GUYS. Broadly speaking. I believe the first fic I read of it was from @eri-223 and the goth4goth dark wizard rivalry (gone wrong)(gone sexual) did the rest

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

Sometimes I think about the theory that the quote "In that last moment, she was as wholly luminescent as the sun, and I wished to be so brave" was from Toland about Eriana-3. I tend to think of Toland as being drawn to Eris as a moth to a flame, with an air of pretension and lofty detachment to disguise the fact that he really really really wants to be like her. I also think there is a fascination on Eris' part, where she is so chained down by duty and grief that the utter freedom of Toland is tempting to some degree. So there's, I dunno, a romance born of other things, a yearning that goes deeper than wanting the person near you (although there is that) but wanting them within you, wanting to remake yourself in their image, and also there's the talking about it in deeply dramatic and ominous pronunciations and asides. Codependent CHAMPIONS

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I dunno! I'm not sure I have one. The milieu for this ship is already so small and I borrow most of my opinions from you guys. Instead I will share the undercooked AU I roll around in my head sometimes where Toland survived the Pit (having not yet beaten the allegations that he murdered his teammates) and became the Vanguard's fucked up evil wizard, with Eris as the floating ball of light who tries valiantly to give the Guardian more sane advice and deal with Toland's extreme jealousy of her situation