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endlessly-cursed · 9 months

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Primrose Gray's Legacy, Act One: The Younger Years, Chapter Seven: Sacred Purebloods

A/N: Another chapter done! This one wasn't my favourite for obvious reasons, but I enjoyed the ride and writing Prim again after months of block. Please read the TWs before reading. Enjoy!!

Summary: Primrose meets a certain pureblood... and its concept

TW: There is a verbal bullying scene, reader's discretion is advised

OCs featured: Siobhan Llewellyn ( @kc-and-co ) Roxie Haley ( @mjs-oc-corner ) Georgia Coventry ( @camillejeaneshphm ) Henry of Alderly, Malcolm and Estelle Stolberg-Burke

MCs mentioned: Ominis Gaunt & Sebastian Sallow

Word Count: 1.3k

Taglist: @gaygryffindorgal @nicos-oc-hell @camillejeaneshphm @hphmmatthewluther @catohphm @thatravenpuffwitch @magicallymalted

Primrose’s time at Hogwarts had been enlightening and fascinating so far. She had heard tales from her father over the summer, but they did not do justice to what she witnessed so far. She had also had made good friends, and she walked with them as they chatted, save Danny, who was a bit quiet, but again, so was she, too starstruck by such a magnificent architecture, Norman architecture if she wasn’t wrong.

“’Ey, lady, hurry up if you want to catch a good seat in Potions’ class!” Shouted Siobhan Llewellyn, her dormmate.

Dormmate. It was an odd thing, really. Her status had never allowed her to share her bedroom for more than one weekend, which was excitingly new for her. She nevertheless welcomed the adventure and journey of it.

With an encouraging smile from another dormmate, Roxie, she came into the greenhouse, beautifully decorated with all kinds of plants and decoration of the sorts. She closed her eyes, holding onto the feelings. Sitting beside Roxie, she listened intently to the teacher, wanting to impress her.

She heard a giggle behind her, and found the most beautiful girl she’d ever seen so far: with beautiful dark hair, intriguing dark eyes and dressed in green robes, she looked over Primrose’s group and snorted, and Primrose, in her innocence, waved at her, which made her laugh even more. She frowned, not knowing what she did that was so amusing, but didn’t think of it.

After the class, she and Roxie commented the class and its teacher: it was certainly interesting.

As they crossed the doors to the flying class, the group of the girl bumped on them, laughing out loud. Primrose then understood that they were laughing at her. Roxie shook her head “Honestly, such arrogance only for blood.”

“Blood?” Primrose asked “Whatever you mean?”

“Don’t you know? About blood status here?” She frowned further. She had known status as the title and wealth one bragged about, and a bloodline, but blood per se? That was just nonsense! “Most of these Slytherins are purebloods, meaning their lines trace back to purebloods and even powerful wizards. Not one muggle has infected their blood.” She whispered “Some even marry within the family just to keep it pure!”

Primrose cringed, the thought of marrying her own blood making her skin crawl. There had been marriages between second and third cousins, it was not uncommon, but after the fate of the Habsburgs, everyone started marrying outside the ton, thank god. But it seemed like the wizarding society was much different, still deep in such prejudices. Was that girl laughing at her only because of her blood?

“Don’t pay much attention to it, though. It’s just nonsense!”

Siobhan pitched in “They’re all crass and arrogant. Dinna listen to what they say. ‘Tis all just bullcrap!” Primrose raised her eyebrows at such language “Pardon me. Force of habit.”

“It’s alright, Shiv. I was just caught off-guard.”

“Alright, everyone, gather ‘round!” The teacher called. Everyone but what she knew as the sultana gathered around the brooms. Primrose observed it, finding it curious and intriguing. “Excuse me, miss—,”

“Sultana,” she corrected, and Primrose swore she heard a snort “to you.”

“Right. Sultana, you ought to partake in the class like the rest.”

The girl scoffed, holding her head high “I will not partake in heresy. Do with that information what you want.”

“Sultana, if you do not engage in the class, I will have to send you to detention.”

The young sultana didn’t budge, facing off against the old teacher. Finally, they sighed, sending her away, though Primrose doubted that she would go to the dungeons.

“Right, everyone, I want you to hold out your hand and say ‘up!’.”

Some got it right, the girl among them, and after seven tries, Primrose got the hang of it “Up!” She commanded, and it came to her hand. She laughed, feeling victorious.

“Please, I got it in the first try.”

Primrose turned around and finally faced her “What is your problem with me, exactly?”

The girl sneered “Your blood is stained with Muggle blood. Poor of your father, going as low as a mud-blood.”

“Call me what you want, I do not care, but watch your tone when you speak of my mother.” Primrose’s blue eyes were celestial fire.

“Or what?”

She grabbed her tunic and looked at her into the eye “I will cut off your tongue and feed it to the beasts in the lake.” Her tone was threatening and as cold as ice.

“Y-You’re bluffing.”

She got closer, nose-to-nose, and chuckled bitterly “Do I look like I am bluffing to you?”

Mandy was about to do something when a familiar blonde head grabbed her hand and pushed her down “Why don’t you mess with someone your own size, Parkinson?”

“Georgia?”

“Y-Your Grace…” Mandy breathed.

“Leave before I grab you by the hair.”

Mandy left towards her friends, tail between her legs, and Primrose embraced her friend “I did not see you at the welcoming feast!”

“We were both busy bees. Now, let’s get back to class before we get into trouble.”

“So, your family is all pureblood?” Primrose asked as they ate their lunch in the gardens.

“Yes, though unlike Mandy, we don’t usually brag about it. We are proud, but not at such level.”

“That is her name?”

“Mandy Parkinson? Yes.”

Henry soon found them and joined them, looking overwhelmed. Georgia looked at him curiously, but Primrose dismissed it “Harry! How was your day?”

“Well, it wasn’t so bad,” he nibbled on his lunch “though this is all… overwhelming. It’s good that I have you girls. And Lord Stolberg-Burke.”

They all agreed, and just then, the Stolberg-Burkes appeared into scene. Greeting everyone, Malcolm joked “I heard my name and thought, ‘good heavens, what have I done now?’”

Everyone chortled or laughed, and Primrose admitted “We were just commenting on how thankful we are that you are not a pureblood like Mandy.”

Malcolm’s mouth twisted “I feared you’d learn about it the wrong way. It is true that the ideal of the pureblood supremacy is common, but many other purebloods don’t think it that way. They even scorn it, like the Gaunts.”

Primrose looked at him curiously “Do tell me more.”

“Well, do you know Ominis Gaunt?” He asked.

“Yes. He’s got quite the set of eyes.”

“Primrose… he’s blind.”

Her cheeks turned crimson “Oh… that does make sense.”

“And the Sallows, they are proud as well, but the eldest, Sebastian, scorns it as well. You see, simply because one or a few fit into the mould, it does not mean that it applies to everybody. We do have our pride, just like you do. The British nobility is infamous, but you do not fit into said mould, do you?”

“Of course not!” She was honestly offended that he’d even doubt it.

“There you have it. There is always more than meets the eye, we just have to be willing to see it.”

“Couldn’t have described it better.” Estelle smiled.

“Not to mention that Henry is the great example that royalty is not all proud and stuck-up people who marry each other.”

“Georgia, no here!” He mumbled, looking around, seeing if anyone overheard.

As the conversation moved elsewhere, Primrose realised that, purebloods, like nobles, had ranks within them. Some families’ ‘purity’ was mire sacred than the ones who weren’t free of Muggleborn blood, just like nobles who hadn’t been ‘soiled’ with lower classes blood or a rank below a viscount, or the ones who had married for love rather than status. One could choose whether to try fit the mould… or choose your happiness and what brings you joy.

And she wouldn’t let an entitled brat take away her experience here.

#hp victorian era #hp fanfiction #primrose gray's legacy #pgl book one #the younger years #oc: primrose gray #roxie haley #siobhan llewellyn #henry of alderly #malcolm stolberg burke #estelle stolberg burke #oc: mandy parkinson #oc: nilufer sultan #mywriting*

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kingdomsreign · 11 months

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@ourstoriesunfold Anakin's eyes, which at that moment had been meeting Padme's own, cut away and down. The boy brought a hand up to rub his shoulder self-consciously as he shifted his weight between his feet. "Wasn't so bad," he mumbled, not convincing in the slightest, even to his own ears. "Things are better now though," he said, brightening a touch. Though, there was still a trace of something dark and sad in his eyes when he brought his head back up. It had been two weeks since the Battle for Naboo. Two weeks since his life had been turned upside down. He had been freed. Now here he was, on the most beautiful planet he could imagine with the most beautiful girl he could imagine. There had been a hope of Jedi training... but they hadn't wanted him... After the parade in Theed following the battle, Padme had offered Anakin a place within the palace rather than return to Coruscant with Master Jinn and his Padawan. It hadn't been a hard choice to make. Especially once Master Qui-Gon had made it clear that it was his choice. He was free. But his mother was not. She was still on Tatooine. The past weeks had been hard without her.

Padme' averted her own glance down to her hands, thumbs tapping at one another as the boy fidgeted with his shoulder nervously. She hadn't meant to say that aloud, but it was strangely difficult to keep her thoughts to herself when she was around him as they both valued honesty. Especially from someone she might consider her best friend, as he was slowly but surely becoming over the past weeks. When Anakin finally spoke again Padme' glanced at him, watching him closely as he minimized what she was sure was awfully traumatic, knowing there were so many stories living within him that she could listen for hours and hours and still never hear them all. Her eyes met his when he looked up and she didn't miss the hint of darkened sadness inside them. Her cheeks flushed red out of embarrassment at being caught staring, but she didn't look away. "Ani, I'm your best friend. I can see that something's been bothering you," She began warmly, not intending to allow the sadness inside of him to linger without being allowed to express it. "We encourage the freedom of expression, communication and honesty here on Naboo. No one will punish you for talking about it, if you want to."

#ourstoriesunfold #v: once more with feeling #The Younger Years #Pilot's License

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passimtemere · 9 months

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@dexdgirl liked for a tiny benni starter

"Where do we go when we die? You...y-you've been to one of those places. H-haven't you?"

#c: benni #the younger years #dexdgirl

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firerose18991 · 7 months

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Literally anyone meeting bruce and his family for the first time: So how did you get so many kids by 30?

Dick: HE WAS A TEENAGE DELINQUENT

Jason: *shouting over him* HE LEFT MY MOTHER AT THE ALTAR

*tim is sitting, just happy to be included*

Bruce: BE-quiet. They're ADOPTED!

Jason: *not a beat missed* Because he’s never known the touch of a woman.

#Enough on Tim #let's talk about why Bruce doesn't age #bro has three adult children 10 years younger than him #and HE WAS A HIGHSCHOOL DELINQUENT #bruce wayne #batfam headcanons #batsiblings #batboys #batkids #batdad #incorrect batfamily quotes #nightwing #red hood #tim drake #damian wayne #batman #justice league #chaos shit #with love my loves

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catmask · 7 months

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sometimes while i think about that while a lot of adults did not treat me very well as a kid i also get a lot of 'in hindsight this person was so good to me and i didnt even realize it until now' as an adult. today i was thinking about how the first anime convention i ever went to was when i was 10 and i asked the man working the manga cafe what manga was/what a good place to start was (because the con was very overstimulating for me and i had gotten lost) and he asked how old i was before recommending yotsuba and asking if i wanted any water or something to eat. its really simple but theres a lot of bad things that couldve happened or he could've been careless in his recommendation, but instead yotsuba has remained one of my favorite manga for years, and probably a large portion of why i continue to read manga as an adult... i think adults who try to involve kids in the world safely/kindly even in little ways make so much more of a difference than they ever really know.

#and i know that sounds silly like YES. it was just a bookr ecommendation #but i feel like a lot of people either dont really care about whats a good starting point for younger kids in their shared fan spaces #or dont really take the care to recognize different peoples ages would effect what they would both enjoy or #be capable of engaging with #not to mention theres a lot of manga that would NOT have been appropriate for a 10 year old to read #so the fact that he askedd and even asked what sort of thing i liked at the time #was very sweet. i think about him a lot and i hope hes doing well #txt #scratchpost

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audoneout · 3 months

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also like, as far as miracles caused by doubt go, Kristen’s little brother spoke to her. Like he had to have even a sliver of doubt that his parents and the church were being honest to talk to her. but i am a sister and if your little brother approaching you even just to say hi after over a year of separation when you grow up in that kinda household and you know they’ve been pouring venom in his ears about you isn’t a miracle, i don’t know what is

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #sophomore year spoilers #kristen applebees #not to mention the guilt of leaving your younger siblings in a situation that fucked you up

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appalachianapologies · 2 years

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There are many new friends on the archive, and many are young and have only known social media, which is why I wanted to say something!

Ao3 does not have an algorithm! It isn't a social media site, it's an archive.

Posting fics on Tumblr isn't the same as posting fics on Ao3

Ao3 is like a giant virtual bookshelf, and everyone is able to add their own stories to the bookshelf, all stored with different tags and different fandoms. Works are automatically sorted by newest to oldest, but filters, looking at bookmarks, and using the search function can change that.

Certain works are not pushed to the top like social media posts. More kudos and reads don't push a single work to more viewers by some algorithm. Unless otherwise filtered, works will be at the top of the page based on how recent it was posted.

Smaller fandoms get less views, less kudos, less bookmarks, and larger fandoms get more simply because of the number of people inside the fandom.

Ao3 is a giant virtual bookshelf- there is no algorithm, and there is no man behind the shelf pushing certain books forward.

Happy reading, and if you'd like to have more people notice a fic, why not share it with them! Send a dm to a fandom friend and it might turn into one of their favorite fics!

#ao3 #archive of our own #organization for transformative works #i have admittedly only been a member of the committee for a couple of years BUT ive been a member on ao3 since i was much younger #and it took me a hot second to understand how ao3 works; so i wanted to write a lil post about it after seeing this comment #no shade or blame to the person who wrote this by the way!#after being on social media so much it's a completely understandable mistake and i totally get it #and in fandoms populated by younger ppl typically it's even more understandable!#so absolutely no hate no shade no passive aggressiveness #but i do think it is important to learn how the archive works #so if you'd like to share this it would be greatly appreciated! <3 #okay have a good day sorry this post/tags became so long haha

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darkfictionjude · 18 days

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i cant stop thinking abt baby cairo help like aren't they one of those pretty babies? i feel like the mom would always dress them up so baby cairo going to kinder garden or sumn with a cute dress or suit going on but baby cairo is just weird so they just 🧍‍♀️

They were a pretty kid. And they were dressed up but mostly for toddler pageants. Not for school and at school they dressed normally since mc has never paid attention to their clothing until recently. You’re right that they were pretty weird even back then

#MC #the younger years #we wretched creatures

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endlessly-cursed · 1 year

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Primrose Gray’s Legacy, Act One: The Younger Years, Chapter Five: Kissed

A/N: With the house to myself and all the afternoon as well, and with finals nearing every day, I have decided to finish this chapter!! This chapter was one of the cutest things I ever wrote and many things were taken from this small one-shot I wrote a while ago.

Summary: Primrose wishes to explore more of her girlhood, but this time, she asks a close friend for it.

OCs featured: Henry of Alderly ( @gaygryffindorgal ) Beatrice Gwynn (me) William Devlin ( @unfortunate-arrow )

OCs mentioned: Emmeline Falcon (me) Abraham Alden ( @cursed-herbalist ) Estelle Stolberg-Burke (Gryff) Phineas Falcon & Annabel Cifuentes (me as well) Siobhan Llewellyn ( @kc-and-co )

Warnings: None, pure fluff and childish awkwardness!

Word Count: 1.9k

Taglist: @gaygryffindorgal @nicos-oc-hell @slytherindisaster @camillejeaneshphm @hphmmatthewluther @catohphm @thatravenpuffwitch @magicallymalted

15th of January, 1892

Primrose had adjusted to Hogwarts quickly, and had missed it over winter break, and had very much looked forward coming back. Over the break, many couples from her father’s peers had come over, and had overheard the older ladies giggle about kissable guys. Primrose had been thinking about it, and many had agreed most of them had kissed their much older and stinky husband on their wedding day, in front of everybody. It was everywhere. And the thought of it nauseated her. Poor William of course, wasn’t a bad option, but she longed to have it like in the novels she had begun reading behind her mother’s back: she wanted it to be with someone she trusted and was fond of enough.

She had debated all the way back who could it be: she didn’t know Malcolm enough to ask such a thing, and saw her male friends as brothers. The moment Henry approached her, looking like he was running away from something, it struck her.

“Primrose,” he breathed “please take me out of here before the gossip girls find me!”

“I’ll need something in return,”

“Deal,” Then, she grabbed his hand and they both started running away, upstairs, and entered a small and deserted hall with few to no paintings, most of them dormant. Good. They both gasped and looked at one another.

“Thank God,” Henry breathed “if one of them asked me one more time about me being a prince, I would’ve snapped.”

“I know the feeling. They look at me like I’m some prize to be won. It’s disgusting.”

They both sat in comfortable silence, catching their breath and looked at one another. Could she really be that cold and ask him for such a thing?

“So, you’ve rescued me.”

“U—uh, I don’t want anything for now, but...”

Henry squeezed her hand “If you need something, you just need to ask.”

Primrose smiled. There was absolutely no pressure in having her first kiss just yet. She was just eleven, for heaven’s sake!

Primrose knocked on William’s door and he was surprised to see him. She managed a smile for him and fidgeted with her small fingers.

“Can I help you?”

“I want to… discuss something.”

He nodded curtly “Please, sit.”

She sat on the edge of the bed and thought for one moment how tell him that “I confess I do not know where to begin.”

“The beginning, I suppose.”

“Alright,” she breathed “I can do that. Ahem. I do not know if you’ve thought of that, but I have.”

“Of what?”

Primrose blushed “Well, uh… being attracted to someone… Kissing someone even.” When she saw his alarmed face, she quickly put his racing thoughts to rest “Do not fret, I do not feel that way towards you. Or anybody, but… I mean no offence, but I do not like the idea of you being my first kiss on my wedding day.”

“None taken,” he waved.

“How would you feel if… before walking down the aisle I… with discretion, of course, was I to… see for myself what’s out there? So can you, by the way.”

William stood in silence for a moment before biting his lip “If that is what you want… I have no trouble. You’re free in my eyes. You don’t need to ask for my permission.”

“I’m not asking for permission,” she declared “I am consulting you. Because what we do as individuals affects us and our parents.”

He looked down “You have a point. Forgive me, my lady.”

“…How many times do I have to tell you that I am Prim to you?” She smiled.

12th of February, 1893

If Primrose said she hadn’t noticed all kinds of couples kissing rather passionately in the halls and corners of the castle, she’d be lying. The sight rather made her blush, but those images were rather intriguing: the man’s hands on the woman’s hips, their lips together, something intimate and sacred about the touch and the yearning. Primrose knew that it’d be a long time before she even went through that, but having a knowledge of what to do was certainly wise. Beatrice had told her of her experience kissing the stable hand’s son: your whole body vibrates, your heart has never beat any faster and you look at their lips, the need growing stronger.

“But, of course,” she laughed “yer too young for that. A small peck couldn’t hurt.”

Primrose frowned “A peck?”

“Aye. When the lips touch for a second at least.”

Primrose nodded. Right, a peck. That seemed rather easy. A small brush.

“May I ask why yer asking, m’lady? Anyone picked your fancy? Or you’re tryin’ to like your fiancé better?”

“No, I just… I want to have a saying on my first times. Just in a few things. If I can’t pick my groom, I deserve to pick something else.”

Beatrice nodded “I understand. Every woman should, though. But alas, tis still verra much a man’s world.”

“Poor girls have it so easy. I wish I had your freedom, Bea.”

Beatrice chuckled bitterly “Once the cold, hunger and hard work settles in yer bones, you’ll change your mind, ma’am.”

“Please, call me Primrose. I want to enjoy being away from scrutiny as much as I can.”

“Alright, Prim,” Beatrice winked “anyone in mind for yer first experience as a girl?”

She bit her lip and nodded towards Henry, who marvelled at the moving painting of Helga Hufflepuff. Beatrice giggled “A choicest election indeed. Many dream of kissin’ a prince. You get to do so.”

Primrose sighed “If he accepts.”

“Only a fool would refuse Primrose Gray’s kiss.”

Primrose took a nervous breath “I hope you’re right, and that you’re not appealing to my vanity in vain.”

The next morning

Primrose had wondered all night how she’d do this. Having devoured most of the romance books of the library and the ones she brought from Winbourne, she knew well that one thing was the experience of the writers who were much older than her (or dead) and then there was practise.

Henry himself appeared before she could be swallowed into a trance of her thoughts “I was wondering if you’d like to prank Headmaster Black.”

Primrose frowned “Whyever would we do such a thing?”

“Because he’s been awful to us for not belonging to high society and he’s been talking about your mother. Something about ‘impotence and inability’ to have a child.”

“That oaf said what?!” She cried.

Henry placed a careful hand to her mouth and looked around. Then, he pulled her out of sight and whispered “I am as angry as you are. You know I’m fond of your lady mother. That is why we’re going to vindicate her.”

Primrose looked at Henry in his eyes “Tell me what you’ve got.”

A few minutes later, Primrose had tempered with Headmaster Black’s tea, putting all kinds of spices and Henry tempered with his breakfast pastries. Their friend Lord Alden had helped, for he had tempered with his breakfast many times and he and Miss Falcon would take the blame, as usual.

Primrose and Henry sat down, observing once in a while Black’s reaction. When Black started coughing and wheezing at his way-too-spicy tea, he sought to calm it down with pastries. He was relieved… until he stiffened and his eyes got wide.

“Falcon! Alden! Detention!”

Abraham and Emmeline laughed, both starting to run as fast as lighting while Henry and Primrose looked innocent. Henry winked from his seat of Hufflepuff and Primrose stiffened a laugh. Her friend Siobhan’s eyebrows shoot up “Was that all you, Prim?”

“I had help.” The lady smiled.

However, Professor Cifuentes looked at them suspiciously and Primrose signalled Henry to flee. He was quick to do so.

Primrose and Henry walked on the Hogwarts grounds, giggling and reminiscing over the prank they pulled. Primrose still had the same thoughts, and Henry, having shared their lives, noticed this well enough to ask “Are you alright, Prim? You seem to have your head elsewhere…”

“Hm? Oh, yeah, I just…” She guessed this was it. Better to take out the elephant in the room “Well, may I ask you something personal?” Henry nodded “Have you… ever thought of your first kiss?”

The boy suddenly stopped walking and looked at the lady with wide eyes, starting to stutter out a response before he finally found the words “Not… not much? I suppose I have other things in mind.”

Primrose sighed “Mama did tell me that boys and girls regard that event differently, but again, you are no mere boy.”

Henry looked at his friend quizzically “Do you have someone in mind? Your fiancé, perhaps?”

It was Primrose’s turn to stop on her tracks and look bewildered at Henry “Good Heavens, no! He might be nice-looking, but it’s not him.”

He cocked his head to one side “Who, then?”

Primrose went red and whispered “I was actually thinking of you…”

“Me?!” He cried, startling some students chatting in the courtyard. He was quick to turn red as well and quickly took her arm and went to one corner of the courtyard “May, uh, may I ask why me, of all eligible people?”

Taking a deep breath, she looked at him in the eyes “Because you’re the only man I fully trust with such matter. The others are too old, gross of boyish with it. And… I feel safe with the idea.”

Henry softened “That is sweet on your part. Uh, must it be…?”

“Whenever you feel ready.”

He nodded “Good.”

For the next twenty minutes, they walked in awkward and tense silence, aimlessly touring the unseen corners of the castle, going up and up until they found a corridor that was deserted of anything. They sat, both slightly shaking with nerves and excitement.

Henry was the one to break the ice “And, ah, do you know what we do now?”

Primrose flushed bashfully “I have read about it and… observed the couples.” She swallowed a big lump and looked at him “First, we need to come closer…”

They both instantly got close, their hands touching, their eyes on the other’s lips “And then…?”

“We both swivel our heads like this… you go left, Henry.” He chuckled nervously at their heads bumping slightly and Primrose had to swallow a giggle not to break the ambiance. When their noses touched, remembering what she had seen and read, Primrose softly cupped his cheek in her hand and whispered so low that he shouldn’t be able to hear it “Close your eyes.”

He did and she gently pressed her lips to his. Her heart threatened to spill out and she could taste his breakfast and cologne. As soon as it began, it was over and they both smiled “That… was actually nice.”

Primrose pressed a napkin to her slightly wet lips “It truly was. Here.”

After a few minutes taking in this new experience, they realised they’d be late to Care of Magical Creatures and both sprinted there, exchanging looks between them.

“Forgive us, Professor Falcon.”

The man looked between the lady and the prince and raised his eyebrows, chuckling “It’s alright, you’re right on time.”

Suspecting that he suspected something, they both focused on the class, and Estelle asked her why her lips were swollen. Primrose blushed completely and carried on her activities. Smiling to herself, she picked a wild flower off the field and gave it to Henry with a ‘Thank you for today’ note. She’d treasure this moment for a long while, indeed.

#hp victorian era #hp fanfiction #primrose gray's legacy #pgl book one #the younger years #oc: primrose sabrina gray #henry of alderly #william devlin #primrose x henry #mywriting*

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passimtemere · 9 months

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A Dog, A Lion, and a Monkey...

It was a challenging day for Young Bennie. They had grappled with panic attacks all day, tears flowing almost constantly. The young darkling found it all too overwhelming. Alphonse had made sincere efforts to comfort Bennie, but when you're being hunted and tormented by a wretched demon, causing you to question your place in life, very little can offer solace. Alphonse had just left Bennie's bedroom after ensuring the bed was comfortable and making sure they had dinner. He then asked Cadmus to watch over his younger siblings for a while.

"But... Dad, I don't know how to care for them when they're like this," Cadmus whispered, glancing at Bennie, who was currently wrapped up in blankets, clutching a flashlight in a room that was already well lit.

"Cadmus, it will only be a moment. I need to fetch their medicine. Just stay in the room with them; it's all I ask of you," Alphonse replied as he headed down the hall. Cadmus sighed and entered the room, finding a seat at a reasonable distance from his anxious sibling. It felt like a strange kind of déjà vu, as Cadmus remembered being in a similar situation when dealing with his lich father's attempts to take over his body on occasion. However, Mrs. Scatch presented a whole different problem.

"I hate to see you like this, buddy... I can't imagine what kinda He...what you're uh going through," Cadmus corrected himself, avoiding a potentially triggering word. Bennie gave an exhausted look to their older brother, too tired and dehydrated to respond. They had never really gotten along well, mainly because Cadmus had lived on his own at boarding school and now college. When Bennie came into the picture, they didn't even realize they shared the same blood due to carefully maintained deception, all for their safety.

"So... umm... I think you need some water, right? After all, you've been crying all day, which is perfectly valid," Cadmus said, getting up and fetching a glass of water for Bennie. He offered it to them, but Bennie looked at it with disdain.

"...Okay, I'm not gonna force you, but I am going to give you a silly straw," he said, conjuring one for them, but it still resulted in a lack of interest from Bennie.

"Okay, Ben, you have to drink some water. What can I do to make that happen?" Cadmus proposed, willing to make a deal. Bennie looked at Cadmus, pondering for a moment before croaking out a hoarse, one-word answer, "Story." It was a simple request, one that Cadmus was willing to fulfill, but he realized that he didn't know many stories suitable for kids Bennie's age.

"Okay... a story. It'll be short, but if I manage to get you to chuckle, you have to drink. Deal?" Cadmus asked. Bennie nodded curtly, giving Cadmus their full attention.

"Alright... Once upon a time in a jungle, there lived a dog... let's call him Cujo. Cujo was a newcomer to the jungle and was wandering around this new domain. At the same time, a lion saw him from a distance and thought to himself, 'That guy looks edible and like easy prey. I've never seen his kind before.' So, the lion starts rushing toward the dog, menace in his eyes. Cujo notices and begins to panic. As he starts running, he sees a pile of bones next to him and gets an idea. He says loudly, 'Yum! That was some good hearty lion meat!' The lion hears this, stops, and thinks, 'Wow! This guy seems far tougher than he looks. I better leave while I can.' So, he turns back to head deeper into the jungle.

But high in the treetops, a monkey witnessed everything, right? And evidently, he thinks he can benefit from this situation and get something in return. So, the monkey tells the lion what really happened. The lion, furious for being tricked, orders the monkey, 'Get on my back. We're going to get that stupid dog!' They start rushing back to Cujo, and he sees them, realizing what happened. He begins to panic even more but gets another idea and barks, 'Where the hell is that monkey! I told him to bring me another lion an hour ago!'" Cadmus finished the story, hoping to elicit a chuckle from Bennie.

Seeing Bennie crack a smile and take a drink of water, Cadmus grinned in return. "There we go, buddy! A deal's a deal. Now, stay hydrated." He was relieved to see Bennie showing some improvement.

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#submission #Cadmus #Bennie #Alphonse #c: benni #save #BIG SAVE #I love this so much #gosh I need to write more and James always inspires me with these drabbles #the younger years

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How To Balance Your Daytime and Nighttime Activities So That You Don't Burn Yourself Out More Than You Already Have

It had been a long few minutes since he'd opened the door and there were a lot of questions running through Dick's head. Most pressing of which was how this kid seems to have information he should not have.

"How did you..?" he asked, but the words wouldn't leave completely. There's so much he wants to know, so much he wants to ask.

"How do I what?" Danny tilted his head like the child he seems to be is.

"How do you know?" Dick knows he sounds weak. There's no hiding that, but there are a lot of implications in what the kid has said so far and none of it is painting a very happy picture for him.

"Oh!" Danny had the audacity to smile, "You want to know how I know you moonlight as a vigilante!" And of course he knows. Dick knows he knows, but he'd held a little bit of hope that the child Danny was mistaken. Danny's smile softened a bit as he explained, "Your hair and voice match up in both jobs almost perfectly. Not to mention your build and how you hold yourself. There's also the matter of your overall vibes, but that's not something living beings can normally pick up on." Excuse him? "Well, not living humans, at least, so no worries on that end!"

"Excuse me?" Dick was fairly sure his heart just stopped beating for a moment there.

"Anyway, I was a hero back home for a while, too. I know what it's like to have to walk the tightrope between maintaining a civilian cover and a hero persona. I know how it feels to have to keep secrets from everyone because anyone who knows will be in danger." he rambled, Though, admittedly, our circumstances are quite different. I was working as a hero all hours of the day as well as going to school. You only have to worry about properly balancing between day and night jobs. Either way, me having more to bounce between just makes me al the more qualified to help you!"

Oh. Oh he did not like that. He didn't like a single thing that just came out of the kid's mouth. Because that's what he is, a kid. "Are you...Are you alright?"

"Not in the slightest," Danny admitted with an even smaller smile. Then, it brightened, not quite to a grin, but to something similar, "But I'm here to make sure you are."

He gets points for being honest, but Dick felt his heart shatter. He knew for a fact that he'd never worked with this kid before. He also knew that the Justice League didn't know about him. If they did, he would've been picked up and dropped with either the Young Justice team or the Titans.

Dick wasn't going to ask why he became a hero because that's not his place. It's more of a 'third mission with the team' kind of questions, anyway. Most of the heroes didn't have many options when they took up the mantle. Asking what Danny can do is a more appropriate question, but he wasn't going to ask that, either.

"Now that that's out of the way," Danny turned a few pages from the table of contents to another one that was topped with 'Why Sleep Scheduling Is Important' in the blue glitter pen that Dick was starting to suspect he favored. "You're not getting enough sleep. Following you around - no one's been able to find me for a while, so don't worry about that - for the last two weeks has given me some really worrisome information on you."

Dick was worrying. He was worrying a lot and even more questions were coming to the forefront of his mind.

"Your dayjob is as an officer on the Bludhaven Police Force, or BPD for short." He was looking over the page he'd turned to very aptly and Dick realized that the kid had notes written on him. "The average hours per week for police across the country is forty hours. Gotham and Bludhaven are the exceptions. As a member of the BPD, you work a solid two days and two hours. Six nights a week, you work as Nightwing from eight in the evening to three in the morning. The last day, you take off, which is good. No deserable pattern, so good on you for that. Regardless, that's seven hour nights and ten hour days, with one day off and one day on call as an officer. Seven hours are now left in your day for personal time, eating, and sleeping. That's not a healthy way to live."

Oh, god, the kid had honest to god notes on him! What the hell!

Danny didn't even skip a beat as he pulled Dick's attention back to him and his binder. "I've drawn up a schedule for you to follow." The back of the page had a meticulously drawn schedule, complete with blocks of time to eat, sleep, work both jobs, travel, personal time, and still have a bit extra left over. It was titled 'Ideal End Result' in green marker. "Drastic changes right away will only affect you negatively, so we're starting off smaller." The next page over had another schedule titled 'Where To Begin'. "I've only pulled one hour from your Nightwing hours because I know important that time is to you and the city. I am, however, going to be having you submit an appeal to your boss to cut back your hours from fifty a week to forty a week. That way, you'll only be working eight hours a day and not ten. You'll still be on call for one day, and you'll have that last day off. Altogether, you'll be going be going from working seventeen hours a day to fourteen hours a day. Nine in the morning to five in the afternoon, and eight in the evening to two in the morning. Not including breaks at work or travel time. It opens up a few more hours for you to sleep!"

"You really think the chief is going to pull back my hours?" Dick raised an eyebrow in question.

"He will if he knows what's good for him."

"You know I can arrest you for that threat, right?"

"Yeah, but you won't." And, damn it, he's right.

Although, there was now another thing he had to know. "How to you plan on enforcing this schedule of yours?"

Danny seemed to have been waiting for this. He got a gleam in his eye as he pulled a black folder from his bag, not breaking eye contact with Dick. He placed it on the table and pushed it across. "Congratulations, it's a boy."

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