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He’s Lost - Bakugou Katsuki - Part 3

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, sexual mentions, smut, 18+, daddy kink, fingering (fisting?), f!receiving, alcohol, cursing, LONG WRITING PIECE, Bakusquad a teensy wheensy bit ooc, BAKUGOU BEING A BIG ASS SIMP

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Summary: After the classroom moment, Katsuki’s been doing everything he can to get you back. You’ve both come to terms as friends who are mutually pining for one another, but how long will it take to finally be found by one another?

A/N: Y’all I just have to keep saying thank you to all of you. The love and support is incredible and I never expected my one shot to be so likeable. Anyways, this piece is what will bring the whole story together. Just HELLA fluff. Hope you enjoy!

A/N: If you guys are curious as to what I put for Y/N’s quirk, I’ve titled it Phoenix. She has all the abilities of a Phoenix, like fire powers, regeneration, and flight ability with beautiful wings of fire that can come out on command. Honestly, her quirk isn’t really a big deal in the story but if you wanted to know, there you go.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

“I fucked her in the classroom,” Bakugou so calmly said while taking a sip from his water bottle.

Kirishima felt like he was gonna faint. He told his friend to talk to her so they could make up. He didn’t expect him to dick her down.

“Wow Kacchan, didn’t know you were an exhibitionist,” The electric blonde said while nudging Bakugou in the arm with his elbow.

“I’m not......well-“

“Katsuki” Kirishima said with a warning tone because he did NOT want to hear about his friend’s kinks.

“Right. Anyway, it was fine. No one was there...actually why weren’t you guys there? We all had class you idiots.” Bakugou asked.

“Mr. Aizawa told us the day before that we were going to meet up in gym gamma for an all day training sesh. So we were all shocked when one of our best fighters didn’t show.” Kirishima explained.

“Well nobody told me we were having an all day session.” Bakugou complained.

The group then raised their phones showing the texts sent to the group chat the boys of the Bakusquad shared.

8:47 a.m.

🦈 : Bakugou, tmr is all day training in the gym. Make sure you’re there

11:21 a.m.

🕷: You gonna be in the gym wit us tmrw Bakugou?

2:10 a.m.

⚡️: Sooo we’ll see u in the gym tmr Kacchan?

After some silence and Bakugou’s soft “oh,” Bakugou asked another question. “Well why wasnt Y/N there then?”

“Just like you, the girl wasn’t in class the day before so she didn’t know. She spent the day interning with Hawks.” Sero stated while taking a break from his bag of chips.

‘Hawks huh? Guess it made sense. You both had bird-like quirks, so you guys go well together’ The blonde thought to himself.

“But enough of why you weren’t there, tell us what happened with Y/N,” Sero added on.

“The hell? Why are you so invested in how I fucked her?” Bakugou said with attitude.

“Not that man,” Kirishima intervened, “we wanna know what happened after.”

“We also wanna know which desk you fucked on so we could avoid the cum splatter.” Kaminari said, earning a wack to the back of his head from Sero.

“Well I thought we were gonna make up and get back together,” Bakugou started and the trio of boys stared right at him as if he was going to open some buried treasure.

“But I guess she’s not ready for the relationship again. At least not yet. She said she wanted some time and then she’ll come back to me. All I gotta do is wait.” Bakugou said while getting comfortable in his spot on the common room couch.

“Says who?” Kaminari added.

“ ‘scuse me?” Bakugou asked.

“Who says all you gotta do is wait?” Bakugou looked at his idiotic friend.

“She did, Dunce Face.”

“Well you could wait for her, but if I was you, I’d still treat her like my girlfriend.” The electric blonde stated.

“Huh?” The entire group asked.

“Bakugou look. Give Y/N the time she wants, but you could still treat her like your girlfriend. It’ll remind her of the times you had and it’l-“

“I’m gonna stop you right there Kaminari.”

As the group turned towards the doorway, they saw Y/N. She seemed to have gotten back from some extra training considering she was still wearing gym attire and her duffel bag was still on her shoulder.

“Hey Y/N, just got back from the gym?” Kirishima kindly started up a conversation with the girl.

“Yeah. Had to take a shower there too to save some time. I’m heading back out to go on a late night patrol with Hawks after I drop off my bag, but I can spend 2 minutes to explain something to you, dorks.” You started walking towards the group, more specifically behind Bakugou’s seat.

“I’m gonna make this real simple. Katsuki and I don’t need a grand plan to get back together. We just need some time,” when you finally made it behind Bakugou, you gently wrapped your arms around Katsuki’s neck area, “besides, Suki knows I’ll always come back to him. He’s my one and only after all, right?” You said the last part while looking at Bakugou.

“Right.” Katsuki proudly replied.

You leaned in to give him a little hug from behind and pecked his cheek before walking off to your room.

Katsuki couldn’t help but smile and watch as you walked away. He knew you guys would end up back together. All he has to do is wait. But his moment was ruined by a certain dunce face.

“Damn dude, what the fuck kinda dick did you give her to get her to act like that with you?” He shockingly asked.

“SHUT UP!” Bakugou screamed as his two other friends laughed.

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Ever since, Bakugou and You grew closer and closer. To others, it looked like exes who stuck to being friends. Best friends, if anything. Y’all played together as best friends, fought and bickered like best friends and looked out for each other and loved one another like best friends. But in reality, you and Bakugou were just falling for each other even more day after day. Yes, it was clear to you both that you were already in love with each other, but damn y’all didn’t know love could grow so strong.

Bakugou stuck to his word though. He was doing whatever it took to get you back, and yeah. Maybe he took a little bit of Kaminari’s advice and continued to treat you as his girlfriend. The only difference was that he didn’t and couldn’t claim you so it kinda hurt him but he was ok because he knows what’ll happen in the end.

So now we have this Bakugou who’s at your every beck and call, even when you don’t call. Thirsty in the middle of class? Bakugou’s got your favorite drink with him on standby. Craving something special? Bakugou will learn how to make it for you. Tired after a hard day’s work? The angry Pomeranian was there to carry you back to the dorms. What a simp.

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*RIINNNGGGGGG*

And there goes the bell for class. As students walked into their respective rooms, the students of 1-A notice the two entering.

“And here comes Bakugou holding the door for his lady,” Kaminari spoke aloud.

“Hey man, they’re not dating, remember?” Sero reminded him.

“Yet. That’s the exciting part. 2 lovers, patiently waiting for each other. And Bakugou being so willing to drop everything just for Y/N, and Y/N willing to tussle through challenges for Bakugou. Ohh it’s so romantic!!” Mina said with a squeal and excitement.

“Bakubro really doesn’t want anyone else but her....they’re gonna get through this!” Kirishima hopefully said. “If they don’t I’ll beat his ass myself after all the shit I went through for this relationship. You know, THE RELATIONSHIP IM NOT EVEN IN!” He said loud enough for Bakugou to hear.

“Those idiots,” Bakugou growled. “CANT A GUY JUST SPEND SOME TIME WITH HIS GIRL WITHOUT SOME CRACKHEADS WHISPERING ABOUT US?!” He yelled at the group. But with that last comment, you raised your brow.

“So I’m your girl, huh?” You said with a sly demeanor.

This caused Katsuki to blush like crazy. “You know what I meant you little dumbass!”

“Yeah, I’m a dumbass. But apparently I’m your dumbass.” Your snide remarks were beginning to drive Katsuki crazy.

“Ok, that’s it!” With that, Bakugou grabbed your arm and dragged you away from the classroom before Mr. Aizawa came. As the 2 left the room, the boys of the Bakusquad knew exactly what was about to happen.

“Annnddd they’re they go. Off to a place of sweat and ecstasy.” Kaminari sighed.

Ever since that time in the classroom, you and Bakugou have had sneaky links here and there for the past few weeks. A little make out session in the kitchen, a little grinding in the common area, some receiving in many different places. However you were both cautious and made sure it never went beyond that. No vaginal penetration with a penis!

Though you both said you weren’t dating yet, it was obvious where you both would end up.

“What do you mean?” Mina asked.

“It’s nothing you have to worry about, just let them do them.” Kirishima explained.

Fortunately, only the Bakusquad boys were aware of these secret meetings. Once Bakugou told them of the classroom sex, they could tell whenever you two were interested in doing the deed with one another. They also steered clear from Bakugou’s desk. When they found out you both had gone to town on it, they made sure to never go near it unless they knew Bakugou cleaned it up thoroughly.

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“Mm...Suki..” you breathed out in between the heated kiss.

Here we are in the storage closet. Y/N seated on top of a small standing shelf with Katsuki standing over her and his fist deep inside her.

Katsuki was in the process of marking your exposed breast and enjoying the feeling of your soft walls around his hand. He couldn’t help but speed up his movements.

“P-please....slow down-“ you were cut off by your own moan and cry of pleasure as his fist hit a sensitive area.

“Oh c’mon, you know you love it. You also know you shouldn’t have given all that sass. You knew exactly where it would lead ya,” he spoke as he continued to bite and suck at your nipples. “But I bet you wanted this, didn’t you. You little slut.”

His fist sped up even more and went deeper than before earning loud cries to leave your mouth.

“Ahh...fuck! Y-yes! I wanted this so bad...ohh shit Suki!” You cried out. You felt the coil in your stomach tighten and Katsuki knew what was coming right from the look on your face. He quickly pulled his fist out and dropped his head down to meet your glistening cunt, and continued to finish you off.

“Shit....you taste so sweet.” Katsuki couldnt help but eat you out as if you were his last meal. He groaned as your hands went to tug at his hair to push him in deeper. As he stuck his tongue out to enter inside you, your hips moved on their own and began to grind against his face.

“Yes...yess oh my god..just like that Suki please,”

Katsuki was desperate for more and so his hand went to your clit. He viciously rubbed at it until your legs began to shake.

“F-FUCK!... oh yess...ah!” You let out.

“Let me taste you....come inside my mouth like a good girl and let daddy taste you.” Katsuki demanded.

And you did just that. You released the white honey all on his tongue and Katsuki lapped at every drop, sucking you dry. As he finished his meal he kissed your cunt and continued to kiss you up your body from you stomach to your chest to your neck until he reached your lips. He gave you a passionate kiss, all tongue and love, and you could taste yourself. He was right. You were sweet.

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During lunch, the Bakusquad, including Y/N, all ate together and had friendly conversations and arguments as usual.

“Man that steak hit the spot!” Kirishima exclaimed with a breath of satisfaction.

“I bet your already full too, huh Kacchan. Bet you already had your fill of Y/-“

*WHACK*

As the tray slowly slid off of Denki’s face after so rudely being thrown at him (curtousy of Sero) he was revealed to an angry Kacchan.

“Shut up dunce face!” Bakugou yelled.

“You’re one to talk Suki. If anyone should shut up, it should be the one with the booming voice.” You said as you ate your udon noodles.

“ME?!?” Bakugou exclaimed.

“Yes you ya dummy!” You retorted.

“You wanna go shitty woman?!?” Bakugou said while standing up now.

“Bring it on Blasty! I’ll take you on any day!” You replied while standing on top of your chair to beat his height.

‘Typical,’ the Bakusquad thought.

You guys would go from lovers to enemies in a split second with a besties vibe somewhere in between. The fun and teasing bickering went on like this for awhile and has been happening for awhile too. But at the end of the day, there was no real beef between you two of course. Just a mutual pining that involved some attitude.

“Man, you guys have so much energy. Cant you guys tone it down, we’re pretty sure you shouldn’t be so energized after you both just fu-“

*WHACK*

Sero was shut up with a tray (revenge from Denki) before he could finish his sentence and expose the soon to be lovers’s dirty secrets.

“I KNOW!” Mina popped up. “How about a beach day?” The pink alien girl suggested.

“Huh?” The entire group said while Y/N and Bakugou sat down again.

“A beach day! We all have pent up energy and some of us wanna relax so why not get everything out at the beach? Oou! And let’s go at night, it’ll be way cooler and so much more fun. Plus, that’s the best time for us to sneak out!” Pinkie explained.

“The hell do you mean sneak out dumbass? It’s a Friday, if we wanna go the beach, we can just go on Saturday, tomorrow.” Bakugou said.

“Jeez you moron, wheres the fun in that. Look this may seem a little wild since we’re hero trainees and all but how about we take a car to get to the beach?” Mina proposed.

“Mina, we’re under 18. We can’t drive.” Kirishima said.

“Legally. But Bakugou here knows how to drive! Remember that one time Mr. Aizawa made him pull the travel bus around the corner because he was too tired to bring it himself?” The alien girl reminded the group.

“Not only that, but Denki’s parents are outta town!” The girl added on.

“Oh yeah! We could totally take my Dad’s car! There’s definitely enough room in there!” Kaminari said.

The group was now starting to get excited. Except for one blonde of course.

“No way. Like you said Pinkie, we’re hero trainees. We can’t risk ruining ours or UA’s reputation just for some trip to the beach.” Bakugou said while downing his rice bowl.

“Aww c’mon man!”

“Whaaat but pleaseee!”

“Seriously dude?”

“Awwww :(“

The group all said in unison. But Bakugou wasn’t cracking. He wasn’t going to risk his career as a future pro just for a quick trip to some sand and sea.

That is until he felt a tugging on his sleeve. When he looked to his left he saw Y/N holding onto his sleeve with a pout and puppy dog eyes. His heart was about to blow.

“Please Suki?” You whined.

You basically embodied the “🥺” emoji. Bakugou had to turn away so he could deny your request.

“Mm mm” he said while staring out the window next to the table.

You let out a huff of frustration while looking towards your group of friends that were staring at you in desperation. You guys were going to get that beach day.

So you pulled onto Bakugou’s arm and pulled his side into your soft pillowy breast. You reached up and whispered into his ear to make sure no would could hear your next words. With a seductive voice, you spoke.

“Please daddy?”

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And now here we are. The Bakusquad currently on a road trip to the beach at 9:45 p.m. Y/N riding shotgun, Mina and Kirishima in the seats behind you, Kaminari and Sero in the third row right infront of the trunk, and Bakugou behind the wheel. He was just thankful that there was almost nobody driving around here or else they would’ve noticed this young group of teens driving late at night. He was also very thankful that during lunch yesterday, nobody noticed his raging boner after Y/N whispered in his ear.

“Oh my gosh!! We’re almost there!” Mina squealed from behind.

Although it was almost 10, the weather was still really warm so it would be a fun night. Just the moon, the stars, the sand and sea, and your best friends. Perfection.

“Oh! Suki, you missed the turn for the shortcut.” You pointed out.

“No I didn’t dumbass, we’re taking another shortcut.” Bakugou replied.

“Umm, says who exactly?” You retorted.

“The one driving this damn car, now settle your fine ass down before I kiss you.” Bakubitch replied with.

“Ok, just because you add a little flirt and flare to your reply doesn’t mean your in the right.” You stated.

“Oh but I think it does.” Bakugou came back with.

“Oh! Okay Bakubitch, I don’t know who you think you’re getting smart with-“

“I know exactly who I’m getting smart with, teddy bear.” Katsuki said with a smirk on his face.

“.....Fight me. Fight me right now.” You deadpanned while obviously joking.

“I’ll beat your ass any day of the week you shitty woman-“

“Except you’ll LOSE Bakubitch.” You added.

“You wanna fight that bad, huh shitty woman?!” Bakugou now started yelling in a very Bakugou manner.

“I do! I really do Katsuki! Bring it on Explosion boy!” You said

As you and Bakugou started going at it with your words in the car, the squad was starting to get a little tired of this endless pining. JUST DATE EACH OTHER ALREADY. Mina finally snapped.

“OKAY YOU KNOW WHAT?.....I’m just gonna say it.” Mina started with.

‘Huh’ You looked behind you while Bakugou took glances from time to time in his mirror to see Mina as she spoke.

“Why don’t you cut the horse shit, and get to the part where you admit your feelings for each other?” She added on.

“WHAT?!”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh spare me, spare me, spare me!” Mina went on with. Then, Kirishima joined in.

“Yes yes Y/N, he’s a brute, I know-“

“Hey!” Bakugou interrupted but Kirishima just continued.

“He probably reminds you of a bad relationship and gosh you’d like a real nice man to settle down with,” he added on.

“But admit it! You’re real curious to know what he’s like in the sack nowadays!” Kaminari joined in.

“You idiots are dead meat,” Bakugou said.

“And you! HA!” Mina began to speak. “Well you’re just a big man baby who’d rather act tough then show his true feelings because the last time you opened your heart, you got hurt.....OWIE” Mina said in a baby voice.

“And now,” Sero began, “rather than admit these feelings, you’re dancing around one another with this mind numbing and frankly boorish mating ritual.”

Mina spoke once more.

“So PLEASE, for our sake, either quit your bickering, or PULL OVER, TEAR OFF THOSE CLOTHES, AND GET IT OVER WITH ALREADY!!!”

(Silence)

“Aye, I said what I said.” Mina concluded with her hands up at her side in defense.

As Bakugou and Y/N blushed ferociously, the squad behind them finally settled until Bakugou sped up, swerved the car and hit the brakes.....he was parking.

“Oh look, we’re here.” He said.

As he turned around to look at the group, he saw his friends all mixed up and thrown around the van.

“You guys good?” Y/N asked as she turned around in worry.

“Ugghhhhhh.” Her friends replied, clearly a little bruised.

“Alright then, let’s get going!” Y/N said with a sweet smile and exited the car.

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After everyone had changed into their swim suits, everyone began setting up. The girls stayed behind with Denki to help set up the towels and seats and bring out the coolers, food, and tables. Bakugou, Kirishima, and Sero went out to collect firewood for the bond fire they were gonna make.

As you looked around the beach, you were glad that nobody was around. You guys could be as loud as you wanted, do what you wanted, and just have an awesome night. And the fact that this was a wild beach meant that there was so much more to do. You guys could go cliff diving, mountain climbing, or forest roaming. No lifeguards to stop you.

As the guys came back with fire wood, Mina and Denki pulled out the cooler.

“Hey guys~, guess what we have!” Mina said.

The group watched as Denki pulled out various beers, wine coolers, and a bottle of Hennessy and shot cups.

“Alcohol?” Kirishima asked, “where’d you guys get that.”

“We grabbed it outta my garage fridge. My family likes to turn up a lot so we also got some spares hanging around,” Kaminari explained.

You guys weren’t first time drinkers. You were high schoolers and you’ve been to parties so of course you guys have already had your first taste of alcohol. Hell, even Bakugou had some before. What can he say, he couldn’t help himself after he saw his friends seem to be enjoying themselves a little too much after getting drunk the first time.

As you started the fire with your quirk, everyone else began to get comfy near the blazing flame. Denki was the last to sit since he went to grab his acoustic guitar to play some tunes. When he finally sat down he began to sing a song.

“Let’s sit around the campfire and sing our campfire song! Our C-A-M-P—“

“NO!” The group all yelled.

“Oh alright!” The electric blonde huffed.

The group all laughed and Kaminari then began to play a chill melody on the instrument. The group was happy, laughing, enjoying themselves and having so much fun...well one of them did have something on their mind but nonetheless still enjoying themselves.

Faces were being stuffed with delicious food, alcohol was being passed around, rounds of shots were being downed like water, and everyone was having a good time. A little game of truth or dare started up and ended after Kaminari and Kirishima both threw up in separate bushes after being dared to kiss each other by Mina.

“Never again,” Kaminari said.

“Yeah I’m good with never having to get kisses from my bro again.” Kirishima sighed.

“Oh whatever you big wussies. It was a fun game while it lasted.”

Everyone laughed in agreement.

“Alright well,” Sero spoke, “we all came to the beach, why don’t we get to the main event. I’m gonna go for swim, you guys in?”

As everyone agreed they all started walking to the water. Well except for two people. As Y/N was walking to the shoreline, a hand stopped her as it grabbed onto her arm.

“You idiots go, me and Y/N are gonna join you later.” Bakugou said to the group and they all said their ok’s and went in. “You, come with me.”

As you and Bakugou walked back to the car, he asked you a question.

“So..you’re not drunk are you?” He asked precautiously.

“Just a little tipsy but I’m still in control. Still aware of everything, so no. I’m not drunk.” You answered.

“Ok cool.” He said as he got into the driver’s seat. Once you finally got in and buckled up, he drove off. In the middle of the drive, you asked him a question this time.

“Hey Suki? Where are we going?”

“I found a special place while I was looking for wood. I wanna show you.” He simply stated.

As he continued to drive off to wherever you rested your hand on the center between you and Bakugou and let your face sit in your right palm as you stared out the window. The songs playing throughout the car gave it a loving and chill vibe. You enjoyed the comfortable silence.

As you continued to stare off, you felt Bakugou’s hand intertwine with yours. You looked back and saw he was blushing while holding onto the steering wheel and staring at the road. Man, he was so hot. In nothing but his swimming trunks as he leaned into his chair and drove off. His defined abs and chiseled chest was definitely eye candy. His giant veiny hand gripped the wheel and his jaw was so sharp as he turned and looked around for other drivers. Yeah, Bakugou was definitely one of those people that looked attractive as hell when they began to drive. You looked down at your hands and squeezed his. You were really enjoying this car ride.

When the car came to a stop, you finally noticed how you were in the middle of the forest.

“Where are we Suki?” You asked him.

As he grabbed your hand he spoke, “just follow me teddy bear.”

You guys walked for what felt like a good thirty minutes until you came across.....a cave?

“I know it doesn’t seem like much but wait until you see the inside.” Bakugou said. As you walked in, you finally realized where he took you. A gorgeous crystal cave. Its colors were shining and its gems were sparkling. All the walls were covered except for the top where there seemed to be an opening. It was letting all the moonlight enter the cave causing the crystals to sparkle even more, including the giant pool of water at the center of the cave.

“Suki it’s beautiful,” you said in awe.

“Yeah, knew you’d like it,” He began.

You both sat down at the edge of the pool just dipping your legs in and enjoying each other’s company.

“Y/N.” Bakugou said.

“What’s up Suki?” You asked.

“I can’t help but keep thinking back to what Mina and the others said in the car.” He admitted.

“What? About pulling over and tearing off each other’s clothes?” You chuckled.

“No. About our feelings for each other.” Bakugou said as he just stared at the pool.

“Oh. That.” You calmly said with a hidden smile and soft blush.

Bakugou grabbed onto your hand before speaking again.

“Y/N I really, really, really, really, really love you....a lot. And I’m so sorry for everything I said and did,” Bakugou started.

“Suki....” you softly said while looking at him. You noticed he was staring down at your arm where your now tiny burn mark was. A scar that won’t be forgotten and a memory that was permanently burned into your skin. Literally.

You saw how Bakugou cringed at the sight of it.

“I am so, so sorry for everything. I don’t even know what I could say that could even make up for what I did. Every night memories of what happened keep coming back to me and I’m still in complete shock that I could even do that. To you of all people! The love of my life....I’m just really glad that you said you’d come back to me and that you gave me another chance to get close with you again. I know I said I would wait for you for as long as it takes but I don’t wanna wait anymor-“ Bakugou was cut off as you raised his head to give him a deep kiss. As he kissed you back, Bakugou put everything he couldn’t say as words into that kiss, hoping you’d understand.

When you finally pulled away, you leaned your forehead onto his while staring into his ruby eyes.

“I don’t want to wait anymore either, Suki.”

With that, Bakugou gave you the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. He pulled you in for another kiss and a tight hug.

“So....you’re mine again?” He asked.

“I was always yours Suki. You’re my one and only after all, right?” You teased.

“Right.” He proudly stated. Katsuki Bakugou finally got his girl back. He finally got his love of his life and his teddy bear. His world felt like it came back together again and he no longer felt lost.

After you both spent more time in the cave, exploring, finding all the gems, and enjoying your renewed and fixed love, you and Bakugou found yourselves back in the same spots you were sitting in when you first arrived.

With his eyes closed, chin resting on your head, and an arm wrapped around your waist, with you cuddled into his side and leaned onto his chest, you had a realization.

“Oh hey, Suki.” You said.

“What’s up teddy bear?” He asked with his eyes still closed.

“We never got to go swimming” you said with a pout.

As he opened one eye to look at you, he noticed your adorable pout and the simp in him came out along side with the devil.

“Alright then princess, let’s go for a swim. We have this crystal pool all to ourselves so why not?”

As you gleamed with excitement, you excitingly got up to jump into the water but before you could, Katsuki stopped you.

“Not so fast princess. Our little game of touch and tease is over now since your mine again. I wanna make up for lost time,” he said with a smirk.

“So you’re saying...?” Y/N asked confused.

“We’re going skinny dipping.”

At first it shocked you but then again, this is Katsuki we’re talking about. So you played his little game.

“Maybe your game of touch and tease is over but mine is still running.” You said with a smirk as you walk towards him. You placed your hand on his toned abs as you began speaking again.

“You wanna go skinny dipping Katsuki?” You then slowly went up to whisper in his ear.

“Then let’s get in daddy.”

As you walked away from him you started to undress yourself in a seductive manner. You started with your bikini top, pulled on the string to untie it and tossed it to the side. As you stepped to the pools edge, you did the same to your bikini bottoms and looked over at Katsuki. You didn’t fully face him as you spoke, but as you were holding up your chest pretending to cover yourself up, you showed just enough cleavage to get him riled up.

“You coming or not?” You teasingly asked before you stepped into the water letting its surprisingly warm temperature surrounded you. You had an idea and used your quirk to turn the pool into a hot spring. As the steam surrounded you, a blush from the heat began to show on your face and Bakugou couldnt hide his hard on inside his thin trunks. He undressed himself and entered the now spring.

A/N: YALL I DIDNT REALIZE HOW LONG THIS WAS SO THERE WILL BE A PART 4 COMING OUT RIGHT AFTER THIS ONE. I LITERALLY CANT TYPE ANY MORE SO STAY TUNED!!!

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theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin · 4 years

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I'm curious, what are your thoughts on Canon Harry, Hermione, and Ron?

Given my absolute trashing everyone else and sparse comments on Harry, you can probably guess.

I honestly don’t even know where to start with this.

I guess we’ll start with Harry.

Harry Potter

First, sorry guys, Harry is painfully stupid. It’s not that he doesn’t try hard academically, that he’s not book smart, or that he’s just acting his own age, he is honestly, truly, painfully dumb and is consistently an idiot throughout the entire series.

Let’s take third year as a random example. Harry’s informed there’s a mass murdering Death Eater on the loose that has the country in such a panic that they send dementors to Hogwarts, he is told directly that this guy has motive to come directly after him, he even notices that he’s kept a close eye on that summer in Diagon Alley.

Harry decides that his life is a bottomless pit of despair if he can’t go to Hogsmeade every month with everyone else. Not even if he doesn’t get the candy, Hermione and Ron bring him that afterwards, but not going at all brings him misery. And I get it, it sucks to be stuck in the castle when all your friends get to go on a field trip. BUT HARRY, HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN WHY EVERYONE’S MAKING YOU STAY IN THE CASTLE?! Harry’s response is he isn’t afraid of death because... he isn’t afraid of death. Really, it’s not so much that he’s that brave but more that he hasn’t thought this one through.

Harry finally gets to sneak out to Hogsmeade and is thrilled and it takes Hermione pointing out that Sirius Black may very well know these other entrances (which he does) for Harry to even realize this is a possibility (even though Harry didn’t make the map). His response to Hermione is surprised Pikachu face for two seconds then, “No, there’s no way, Sirius Black could never figure out something as cool as this.” Then, when Harry’s finally caught, it takes both Snape and Lupin calling him a dick who dishonors his parent’s sacrifice and entire nation trying to keep him safe, for Harry to realize that maybe sneaking into Hogsmeade was a pretty shitty thing to do.

We also have the whole firebolt incident in which Harry’s sent a very suspicious package that could very well kill him with no return address. Harry gets unbelievably pissed that Hermione narks on him, even though he does eventually get the broom back. How dare Hermione get in the way of his quidditch!

This is just one book, mind you, we could go through all seven and find equally mind bogglingly dumb moments. Harry’s just not a bright guy (he also is very academically lazy, but that’s not the same thing.)

Otherwise, Harry doesn’t just have a little anger issue, he has a serious problem and I’m convinced he’s a psychopath.

Whoa, you say, hold on! Where does that come from?

Well, not so much the earlier books. While Harry is a dick (and yes, guys, he is) he doesn’t show really worrying tendencies. The worst he gets up to is icing out Hermione when she becomes inconvenient (see Firebolt fiasco), treating Neville like trash (Harry bails on Neville to sneak out to Hogsmeade), and just being generally self-centered.

I’m talking about the Order of the Phoenix onward. First we have HARRY’S RAGING CAPS-LOCKS FOR AN ENTIRE NOVEL. Granted, he’s an angry dude in a stressful situation, but that was... a lot. But it’s really Half-Blood Prince were I start grimacing.

We have his reaction to Ginny. It never really seems like Harry ever likes Ginny, it’s more that he has this green rage monster in his chest that wants to possess her. It is the weirdest thing I’ve ever read in my life. Or, well, one of them. So that’s... a thing.

Then we have the whole Draco thing. Harry becomes obsessed with Draco Malfoy, more so than usual. And yes, Draco was up to no good, and sure we can tilt our heads and say it’s pretext for Draco/Harry. Except guys, Harry’s scary about it. Take out the appeal of the slash for two seconds, Harry stalking Draco is that problematic thing that if Draco were a woman we’d be saying “ABORT ABORT ABORT”. It of course, culminates in the bathroom incident. Now, you say, Harry didn’t know what that spell would do. Well, he knew it was for enemies and even afterwards, though he panics and feels bad, what he really seems to be bad about is the potential consequences to himself not the action. he focuses more on the fact that the beloved Halfblood Prince was Snape than he does the fact that he nearly murdered Malfoy. If I’m remembering correctly, Harry in fact makes out with Ginny not long after, got to set that chest monster loose, y’all.

Then in book seven Harry starts using the unforgivables with absolutely no regret. Torture for you, Bellatrix, I am edgy now. It’s very clear that Harry only cares superficially about morality. He generally follows the rules and various ideals because he likes the idea of being noble and virtuous, he isn’t actually a virtuous guy at all.

I’m not even sure he really understands friendship. Harry’s friends are people who are great and all except when they become inconvenient, then he can treat them like the trash they are until they come back around (if ever).

He’s kind of a monster actually.

He’s also the poster child of why Voldemort may have a teensy-tiny point that the statute of secrecy as it stands around muggle children is not sustainable. Really doesn’t look good for the cause when the most famous child in the wizarding world is raised by extremely abusive muggles and grows up extremely maladjusted because of it.

Hermione Granger

Now, I give Harry a lot of flak for his treatment of Hermione, but Hermione’s not a barrel of roses either. She may be friends with a pair of assholes who don’t really like her all that much, but she kind of dug her own grave.

First, Hermione has a bit of a superiority complex, even when she’s completely friendless. She absolutely looks down on girls like Pavarti and Lavender and part of the reason they hate her so much is because of that. That’s part of Hermione’s issue, she’s too good for everyone, and so she eventually becomes friends with famous Harry Potter and Ron Weasley who barely tolerate her because she was too good to be friends with, say, Neville.

Hermione never realizes this.

She also deeply enjoys, I believe, being the smartest person in the room and much smarter than her friends. Granted, this is what she defines herself as, and it means she’s needed by everyone around her for this reason, but she still does like it just a little too much.

And oh my god is she horrifyingly righteous.

This we see in what happens to Marietta, Umbridge, as well as her own parents. She permanently disfigures a girl for snitching them out to Umbridge, never telling anyone this was the consequence, and is smug when we see what happens to her because “snitches get stitches”. It’s pretty heavily implied by canon that Umbridge was raped by centaurs (first they’re centaurs, that’s what centaurs do, second we next see Umbridge in the hospital wing looking catatonic and the gang laughs and makes horsey noises). Yes, Umbridge is a vile evil woman, but that Hermione’s so proud of her vengeance is.... concerning.

Finally, her parents. Hermione, without asking her parents’ consent, wipes their memories and rewrites their entire lives. Congratulations Hermione, even more than Harry you are the poster child for Voldemort’s cause of “what goes wrong when muggles raise a magical child”. Hermione essentially kills her parents, treating them like no more than dolls, and the most she’s upset about is what it did to her. To Hermione, her parents aren’t people, not really.

People in general aren’t people, or at least, Hermione is more than willing to go to drastic lengths if she feels she has been slighted or betrayed. Never get on Hermione Granger’s bad side.

Ron Weasley

Shockingly, I’m not really a “Ron the Death Eater” kind of person. Ron clearly has an inferiority complex, he sees being friends with Harry as a way to make him special from his brothers, he’s overly ambitious and easily jealous, he’s academically lazy, kind of an ass, and he has many flaws as a person.

That said, he’s not the same level of scary asshole as Hermione and Harry. Ron doesn’t cut up Draco Malfoy in a bathroom or even disfigure the guy. He’s just your more or less normal dude who doesn’t realize he’s friends with lunatics.

TL;DR Harry and Hermione are assholes. Ron’s kind of an asshole too but shockingly less so than the other two.

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icycream-catqueen · 3 years

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Kindling (When You’re Burning Low)

Cinder would rather burn herself out than risk a low grade; fortunately, Neo knows how to make her relax.

Rating: T

Tone: Some angst, lots of supportiveness, and a fluffy ending

Word Count: ~5,000

Important Tags: College AU, Established Relationship

I was gonna post this before now but I had problems with writing it and I was nervous about participating in a ship week especially when I only have something written for one prompt, and also my cat was sleeping on me for five whole hours earlier tonight while I was trying to finish up and as everyone knows it is a crime to disturb a snoozing kitty cat. I hope it still counts. ^_^;

Considering it’s pretty long, I only have an excerpt (the first scene I wrote for this fic, actually) on this post; the whole thing is, of course, over on AO3!

On this fine Saturday afternoon, Cinder was taking advantage of the lounge in the dorm suite. The coffee table was half-claimed by various books and notes while Cinder herself was settled at the same end of the couch, her laptop perched on the arm of it and her right side pressed closely against the suede upholstery as she struggled with the perfect phrasing for her essay. Failure was never an option for her, and even the slightest error would lead to it when it came to this class. She was running on pure caffeine by now, from a supposedly unhealthy amount of coffee. This was her third or fourth solid day of being awake. After the first night, she’d moved her setup from her room to the lounge to help her stay more alert. Winter and Emerald had both tried to tell her what was best for her wellbeing, but she’d firmly shut down their arrogance; she knew her own limits, and she needed to get this stupid project done. Neo, thankfully, had been out of town from Thursday morning to last night, and when she’d come back to the suite, she’d trudged straight to her room and shut the door. Cinder had only seen a couple brief glimpses of her since. Just as well, considering Cinder couldn’t intimidate her into letting her be like she could to Emerald and Winter.

At the moment, Emerald and Winter were both out of the building. They’d each probably told her what they were doing, but she hadn’t bothered to remember it. Neo was apparently still asleep, which was a bit odd but not enough so to risk seeing the pitiful kicked-puppy expression that appeared when her sleep was disturbed. Still, if she wasn’t up and about in two hours, it would be worth it to check on her mental and physical health.

Speak of the devil, Cinder heard a door open behind her. She didn't bother to look, though, until she realized the shuffling footsteps were approaching the couch instead of the kitchen, bathroom, or shower. She took a brief glance, then did an immediate double take because Neo looked absolutely miserable. Her hair was unbrushed and her eyes were dull. The oversized black sweatshirt (which Cinder recognized by the fiery orange phoenix on the front as one of her own that had mysteriously vanished a few weeks ago) and the brown and pink plaid pajama pants were probably what she'd worn to bed the night before, and she hadn't even bothered to put on socks. It was worrying to see her in such a state.

"You certainly look worse for wear," Cinder commented. Neo pouted at her as she slowly made her way to the couch and sank to the cushions. Before Cinder could react, Neo flopped down, squirmed to lay her head in her lap, and rolled onto her back. "I'm busy," Cinder told her sternly.

Neo's response was a soft and pitiful keening sound. She fumbled to grab Cinder's left wrist, staring up at her with pleading doe eyes.

"Neo. I'm busy," Cinder repeated. Neo whined and tugged on her wrist, so Cinder rolled her eyes and stopped resisting, curious about what she wanted. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but she was definitely taken by surprise when Neo gently guided her hand under the hem of her sweatshirt and pressed it against her lower stomach.

What is she trying to accomplish here? Cinder raised an eyebrow at the woman in her lap. Neo let go of her wrist to sign something at her. The odd angle made it hard to translate, so it took a few seconds for Cinder to understand what she was asking for and why.

"I suppose I can take a short break, if you're really in that much pain," she relented. "You're lucky you're cute," she added as she carefully activated her Semblance.

The reaction was instant. Neo sighed with relief at the warmth, eyes full of soft gratitude and affection. Cinder rubbed slow, small circles over her stomach, feeling the smaller woman go languid under her touch. After a few more seconds, Neo's eyes fluttered closed.

"Is this warm enough?" Cinder asked. Neo nodded, a content smile playing across her lips. "Just ten minutes."

Neo opened her eyes and pouted at her.

"There is a reason I've been awake for," Cinder checked the time on her laptop, "about eighty hours now." Neo looked positively outraged.

"You need to sleep," she signed—easily decipherable now that Cinder had gotten a little more time to adjust to her current perspective. Not that the message was very appreciated.

"No, what I need is to finish this ridiculous project so I can move on to my two remaining essays, do all the work for a 'group project' because the rest of my assigned group are immature and unmotivated idiots, and study for my three exams this week," Cinder retorted.

"When are your essays due?"

Cinder elected not to answer, since admitting the due dates were two and three weeks away respectively wouldn't help her against Neo's accusatory glare.

"Your group project?"

Okay, so maybe it hadn't technically been assigned yet and was scheduled to be due in a month and a half, but all the information was in the syllabus. Cinder's class was full of imbeciles, and somehow she always got stuck in a group with some idiot or another who didn't understand what a lesbian was, so she was getting it out of the way to avoid interacting with anyone.

"Are all three of your exams actually this week?"

Two of them, and one of those barely counted more towards the final grade in the class than a small quiz. Her continued silence was answer enough; Neo knew her too well.

"You're going to burn yourself out again." Neo's eyes were unbearably sad, so Cinder looked away.

"I'm fine," she dismissed the concern. A hand grabbed her chin and yanked her head down so her eyes met Neo's again.

"I watched you collapse in the middle of campus last year, and I almost got in trouble for pulling a knife on the paramedics to make them let me stay with you. I got a scared video call from Winter four months ago because you fainted in her fancy rich-person hot tub and nearly drowned," Neo reminded her. “Do I need to go on?”

"I can handle it this time," Cinder insisted, growing agitated. Neo took a calming breath before responding.

"No you can't. You always say it but you never can. You end up in an exhausted daze. You work yourself into a frenzy. You get into fits of rage...which honestly scare me."

"I would never lay a hand on—!" Cinder was cut off when Neo pressed a finger to her lips.

"Not for myself. I'm scared you'll lose control and take it out on yourself again," Neo corrected her. "You haven't in a while, but..." Neo trailed a hand down Cinder's left arm, tracing her scars.

"I just...I need to...I have to keep working. I can't let myself fall behind. I can't..." Cinder faltered. Neo sighed.

"I know," she acknowledged. She knew about the past, knew why Cinder relapsed into these desperate attempts to excel, to stay ahead. "But it's pointless if you destroy yourself trying."

"I've only ended up being sent to the hospital three times since I started college," Cinder argued. Neo was unimpressed.

"Congratulations! And you've managed to barely avoid hospitalization how many times now?"

"I—that isn't relevant!" Cinder hissed. Neo scowled.

"Really? It's not? How many times have you ended up so exhausted that you were bedridden for days? How many times have you gone into a mental decline because you were incapacitated? And how many more times are you going to make me watch you suffer like that?"

"If you want to leave me, just get it over with!" Cinder spat bitterly. Neo's eyes widened, hurt and shocked. Cinder flinched, realizing she'd crossed a very important line. "I didn't mean...I don't know why I said that."

"An abandonment complex, emotional instability, a mess of insecurities you mask with your ego, previous girlfriends who couldn't handle you or only wanted your body...and like I've been saying, you need sleep,” Neo replied, recovering. "Also, my cramps?"

"What?" Cinder realized she'd subconsciously deactivated her Semblance at some point and quickly remedied that. "Oh. Sorry."

"I'm going to make a deal with you," Neo informed her abruptly. Cinder raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"What kind of deal?"

"The 'ridiculous project' you're trying to finish. Tell me about it, and I'll explain," Neo replied. Cinder clenched her teeth at the mere mention of it.

"It's an assigned experiment, a five to ten-page report on it, and an oral presentation. And the professor hates me. He goes out of his way to make every class, every test, and every assignment hell for me. I have to work harder than anyone so he can't get away with failing me out of spite. If I make even one mistake..." she growled.

"When is it due?"

"The day after tomorrow. It was assigned two weeks ago, but three days ago he realized he 'accidentally' gave me the wrong experiment. In other words, he's making me do a two-week project within five days—after I'd already finished the one he previously assigned me."

"Watts," Neo guessed. Cinder had come back from his class angry enough times that it wasn't even a question.

"Yeah," she confirmed anyway. Neo wrinkled her nose.

"I already hated that guy, and I hated him more and more every time you came back from his class in a bad mood, but this shit he's pulling now is the final straw, so I'm going to get him fired," she declared. Cinder let out an amused huff.

"And how will you do that?" she asked. She didn’t expect an actual answer but Neo didn't even hesitate.

"It may include breaking and entering, small and well-placed incidents, a flat tire, some bottles of the expensive alcohol he isn't supposed to have on campus, a sedative, and if we're lucky, a little inadvertent assistance from gravity and Ironwood."

"Just how long have you been planning this?" Cinder was taken aback at the immediate response. Neo considered.

"The time you locked me out of your dorm after his class because you were so furious you wanted to hit something, and you were worried you'd see so much red you might accidentally hit me in blackout rage. You've never told me what happens in his class to make you so angry, or even if it's actually him or just another student—though I was pretty sure it was him—so I planned for both situations."

"I'm impressed," Cinder commented. Neo smirked. “Now what was that ‘deal’ you mentioned?”

"You finish the report for your project, then eat something more substantial than coffee and whatever quick snacks you've been living off of for the past few days. And then we go to my dorm and you get some damn sleep."

"How did you know I'm working on the report right now?" Cinder was taken aback. "And how do you know I haven't been eating?"

"Because I can see it on your computer. And once again, you've done this before, so I know you don't take the time for more than the minimum amount of food to keep hunger from 'distracting' you," Neo pointed out, almost accusingly.

"I haven't even started working on the oral presentation. I'll do all that after I'm completely finished."

"Nope. You can start that part when you're well-rested. If you make me physically drag you to bed while I'm on my period, I'll make damn sure you regret it," Neo threatened with a scowl.

“Fine,” Cinder gave in reluctantly. Neo smiled brightly, and dammit, it was nigh impossible for Cinder to stay bitter in the face of such genuine fondness, joy, and relief. She wondered when she’d gotten so soft—even if only a select few people got to see that soft part of her—and realized she didn’t even mind anymore.

#spicecreamweek2021 #spicecream #cinder x neo #fanfic #rwby #cinder fall #neopolitan #college au #oneshot #mentions of trauma #mentions of past self-harm #fluff #cuddles #established relationship #tl;dr cinder neglects self-care so neo makes her take a nap #i could have just done a link like normal people but i wanted an excuse to use the spicecream graphic i made

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vivithefolle · 4 years

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I love your analysis about the Cho/Ron interaction, but I'm just curious as to how Harmionie shipping Quorans would respond to it if you post it there. Knowing them, they'd probably see it as more proof that Harmony works because "Look! Hermione doesn't care when Harry is tactless but she can't stop nagging Ron when he is tactless!" 🤣 Seriously, though. Hermione is WAY nicer to Harry than she is to Ron. Come to think of it, Hermione is nicer to most people than she is to Ron.

Aaaah, well that’s simply because Hermione is… awful.No, no, seriously, when Hermione is in love, she’s terrible. She can be a nice friend but when she’s in love with you she’s horrible. Especially since she’s a teenager.

Hermione is a prime example of a Tsundere.

The cute, blushy, giggling Hermione who flirts with [insert character here] and cries delicately when she’s rejected? Pure fanfiction. Canon Hermione keeps her love aggressively hidden behind countless iron walls, only letting it peek through when she’s absolutely sure the person she likes isn’t looking.

“How was practice?” asked Hermione rather coolly half an hour later, as Harry and Ron climbed through the portrait hole into the Gryffindor common room.“It was -” Harry began. “Completely lousy,” said Ron in a hollow voice, sinking into a chair beside Hermione. She looked up at Ron and her frostiness seemed to melt. - Order of the Phoenix

Rare footage of the Hermione Granger, scientific name Selfinsertus Overratedus, displaying interest in specimen of mighty fine hunk

Hermione isn’t sweet and tender and kind with the one she loves. At least, the teenage Hermione isn’t. She’s harsh, she’s disdainful and only gives out breadcrumbs of affection once in a while as part of the complicated mind game she’s playing.

You see, Hermione is never going to make the first move. You must be the one to ask her out, because she sure as hell ain’t going to do it for you.

This is due, I think, to the events of Goblet of Fire. Viktor Krum asks her out because Rowling absolutely wants Hermione to be the ugly duckling who transforms into the beautiful swan, so she brings in Cardboard Cutout With No Personality Aside From Being Famous to woo her self-insert.

Now Hermione has gotten the experience of being asked out, and being a rather socially awkward person who also hates being vulnerable - more on that later - well, now she just assumes that if someone asked her out once, then anyone who does like her can do the same.

Which is why she doesn’t realize that Ron is actually aware he loves her. There’s a big comedy of assumptions going on in Romione’s love story.

Hermione believes that Ron either 1) likes her but is oblivious to his own feelings and so she thinks she has to “give him hints” to make him realize it. Emphasized best by this exchange:

Hermione laughed.“Harry you’re worse than Ron… well, no, you’re not, “ she sighed, as Ron himself came stumping into the Hall splattered with mud and looking grumpy. “Look - you upset Cho when you said you were going to meet me, so she tried to make you jealous. It was her way of trying to find out how much you liked her.”“Is that what she was doing?” said Harry, as Ron dropped on to the bench opposite them and pulled every dish within reach towards him. “Well, wouldn’t it have been easier if she’d just asked me whether I liked her better than you?”“Girls don’t often ask questions like that,” said Hermione.

“I’ve sent him so many signals and yet he doesn’t notice. Woe is me!”

2) doesn’t actually likes her, but sees her just as a good mate or worse, as another sister.

Hermione keeps flip-flopping between her two assumptions throughout the series, all because of her biggest assumption: she thinks that if Ron was interested in her, he would ask her out. Because Viktor Krum was interested in her, and he asked her out, so why wouldn’t Ron do the same? They’re both boys and she’s a girl, after all. Isn’t that how it works?

This is also why Hermione’s “““invitation”““ to the Slug Club isn’t even an invitation - really, it’s worse than Ron’s invite to the Yule Ball, at least he was actually offering her to come:

“We’re allowed to bring guests,” said Hermione, […], “and I was going to ask you to come, but […] I won’t bother.”

“I was going to ask you to come but I won’t bother.”

This is literally what she said. It’s more of a “look Ron! An invite! If you’re good maybe I’ll think about letting you have it!” than anything else.

It’s because this is Hermione’s last resort. The ultimate humiliation. She has to resort to inviting Ron when in her mind, he’s supposed to be the one asking her out. He’s the boy! He’s supposed to do it!(And this is why I laugh at all the fools who claim that Hermione is the pinnacle of feminism. Seriously, the girl is more of a misogynist than any other character in the series.)

Hermione failed to take into account that Ron’s insecurity cripples him worse than she imagines, and that he copes with it differently than she copes with her own insecurities.

And this is the part where I explain about Hermione’s hatred of being vulnerable.

You see, I can relate quite a lot to Hermione - I see a lot of me in her, and a lot of people who hurt me in the past as well.

Bullied because she was an easy target, being the know-it-all and local teacher’s pet? Yep. Bullied for her appearance (I got braces when I was 8 and have been wearing glasses since I was a toddler, she had her bushy hair and buck teeth)? Can relate. Cried easily? Super check. Rule enforcer when the teachers weren’t around? Mega check.

And naturally, when you’re such a water fountain as I was, there’s nothing more humiliating than ending up crying in front of your bullies. You quickly learn that it will bring you nothing but more bullying. More humiliation. More vulnerability.

Hence why you start despising any form of vulnerability you find in yourself.

Obviously, being in love? That’s one of the most terrible things you can find yourself in when you’re afraid of being vulnerable. Because, oh god, your feelings are completely insane around the person. They make or ruin your day. You keep wanting to show them how cool / great / impressive you are, and you try desperately to mask all your little faults so they will hopefully return your feelings.

Given that Hermione is already not the most socially-aware battering ram in the knife drawer, she acts especially nasty to Ron, because she’s overcompensating for the vulnerability he makes her feel. And she most likely isn’t even aware of it! Forget Fanfic Hermione cringing as she realizes how mean she sounds, welcome Canon Hermione who just doubles down on a pointless argument just to drive home how totally in control she is and how Ron has absolutely zero effect on her, no siree!

In short: Hermione overthinks. She overthinks everything. She’s overthinking every of Ron’s actions, she’s assuming he’s either out to get her because she assumes he’s perfectly aware of her crush on him and he’s just toying with her (this is the very insecure, pessimistic Hermione speaking), she’s assuming he’s completely oblivious to her feelings and so she uses the ages-old technique of the “subtle hints” to make her feelings known to him (and fails miserably because she doesn’t want to put herself out there too much in case he rejects her, which would be the ultimate humiliation and the worst possible thing to happen to her, in her teenage girl mind), and she’s assuming he’ll never like her the way she likes him, all the while being woefully oblivious to the fact that Ron does want to be with her but she keeps sending him signals that she sees him as a troublesome child rather than a potential partner.

All in all, a teenage Hermione in love is utter torture. She’s her own worst enemy, and it’s only when she decides to let go of it all - of the mind games, of the distancing, of the passive-aggressive; of the overthinking - and just takes a chance that her efforts bear fruit.

There was a clatter as the basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione’s arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.

(As much as I’m disillusioned with Romione, this kiss is still one of my favourite parts of the series. They mutually sweep each other off their feet for god’s sake, you wish your ship would.)

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masterofallfreaks · 4 years

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Werewolf!Draco Drarry

Draco Malfoy had always been curious, often times to a fault. You’d think he’d have learned his lesson in first year when he got detention along with the golden trio for being out past curfew, but that clearly wasn’t the case since his curiosity caused something even worse to happen in third year.

He wasn’t blind or stupid, it was clear to him that Lupin was a werewolf. He couldn’t believe no one but he and Granger seemed to have picked up on it. He didn’t really care though, aside from being able to make very subtle comments about it around Lupin that had the man questioning if he knew the truth or not, it didn’t really change anything in his life.

Draco had enough to deal with without adding on caring about someone else’s species. That didn’t mean he didn’t keep tabs though. Every year it seemed those three Gryffindor idiots created some kind of mess so he didn’t exactly have high hopes for that not happening in their third year as well.

He had circled back after Hermione’s punch, unsure if it was to cause havoc or to watch them to make sure they didn’t do anything to interfere. He couldn’t answer that even to himself after it happened, he didn’t know why he had gone back.

But when he did he had seen the odd events start to occur. Weasley’s disgusting pet bit him and ran away, which didn’t seem normal. Draco followed them as they chased after the rat, gasping aloud when the dog came out of seemingly nowhere and dragged Ron into the base of the Whomping Willow.

He wasn’t surprised that the other two had gotten in so easily, but when he tried he was unable to. Draco huffed but decided to wait.

Draco was so bored and about ready to head back to the castle when there was commotion. He hid behind a tree at the very edge of the forest and used a spell to enhance his hearing. He still wasn’t able to get everything but he got the gist; Sirius Black was innocent, Peter Pettigrew was alive and had been the one to get Harry’s parents killed. Though he was confused by them bringing him bring a rat up multiple times, he thought that was kind of a given if he had ratted out his friends, of course he was a snitch.

Then all hell seemed to break loose. Snape tried to get revenge, Sirius was antagonistic, then Lupin began turning.

Draco gasped and took a step forward, accidentally breaking a tree branch as he did so. The noise made Lupin look away from the ones before him and towards the forest. He was frozen there in fear, unsure if he could be seen and what would happen if he could.

The moment seemed to last forever, but it was halted by a higher howl coming from deep in the forest... coming from behind him. Lupin turned and ran off towards the forest. Draco hid quickly, picking the biggest tree he could and climbing up it. He hugged the trunk and prayed that the branch he was on would hold, prayed that he wouldn’t be found.

His prayers went unanswered. Remus slowly stalked around the forest, pausing when he was under the tree Draco was hiding it. He then growled and looked up, making Draco whimper as he felt the eyes on him.

A slash to the ankle had Draco falling from the tree and crashing to the ground. He couldn’t breathe or move which gave the werewolf time to claw him again. This time felt slower and more deliberate... but maybe that was just Draco’s paranoia. The claws sank into the flesh in the middle of his left cheek, down his jaw, across his neck, over the top right of his chest, before finishing in the meat of his right upper arm.

Even as Draco screamed in pain he was able to keep his wits about him so he pulled out his wand, muttering the first thing he thought of. Harry would be proud if his choice of expelliarmus. It got the werewolf off and had him running away out of self preservation.

Draco then sent up red flare after red flare from his wand, knowing he couldn’t get up to get help. He kept sending them up until he passed out, unsure if anyone had seen or would come save him.

He wasn’t sure who had see or responded to his call, but when Draco woke up he was in the infirmary. He had been bandaged up, but Dumbledore had gently informed him that he had been infected... Draco Malfoy was a werewolf.

A hoard of people rushed in after that, some teachers including Severus Snape, his parents, and a few people from the Ministry. He assumed the Ministry people had come for Sirius Black and stayed since a child had been attacked by a werewolf. They tripped over each other asking him questions until Dumbledore quieted them. His father was the first one to talk after that.

Draco was not surprised when Lucius demanded that Remus be thrown in Azkaban for attacking his son.

Draco surprised everyone, Dumbledore included, by saying that Lupin couldn’t have been the werewolf to attack him since it had been a female werewolf. He was even able to use his godfather’s prejudice against him by assuring everyone he knew it was a female werewolf because of the extensive essay he had had to write about werewolves for him. He also surprised them by saying what he had learned, that Peter Pettigrew was alive and had framed Sirius Black.

Peter hadn’t been found and Sirius had been captured so the Ministry weren’t sure, but Draco Malfoy, the heir of Malfoy had no reason to lie about this. They weren’t even sure why he was admitting this so they couldn’t fathom that he’d lie to save a teacher who he had been antagonistic to all year and to benefit three Gryffindors he hated.

No one ever asked him why he lied, not even Lupin after the fact. He wasn’t sure why no one asked, but he didn’t offer his reason. Unlike why he came back after being punched, he knew why he did this.

The decision was finally made that Sirius Black would not go back to Azkaban, but he would be monitored. Remus Lupin was assigned to live with him and Sirius had to have a sort of probation meeting every year with the Ministry. He’d just check in, answer some questions about his actions under truth serum.

Draco’s own life spiraled some after that so he didn’t hear much more on that, but he thought he had heard something about there being talks about Potter moving in with Sirius and Remus. He wasn’t sure if it ever went anywhere.

After he left the infirmary, he was taken home and not even allowed to finish his year. He really wasn’t surprised when his parents packed up their life and moved suddenly. After what he said, the Death Eaters weren’t too happy with them and instead of Lucius working through it or sticking up for his son, he just moved them.

Draco heard nearly nothing about Hogwarts and what happened after he moved continent, but he did hear about Voldemort being defeated in what would have been his fifth year of Hogwarts. He wasn’t sure exactly what happened, he just heard it had something to do with the Order Of The Phoenix and Voldemort getting trapped in a veil by Sirius and Remus. Draco wasn’t sure exactly how that destroyed someone, but he figured it made sense somehow.

Death Eaters were rounded up after that, Peter Pettigrew was finally found, and everyone was brought to justice. Draco didn’t have time to pay too much attention to that, he had so much to deal with on his own. The relationship with his parents only got worse after they left.

Of course his father blamed him and didn’t appreciate having to leave all their stuff in order to deal with this. it didn’t help that he now had a son that was a werewolf that he had to deal with. Draco isolated himself more and more, he wanted to stay for his mother, but after awhile he realized that that wasn’t good for him. He was still going to a wizarding school, but in his sixth year he left the house he was living in with his parents and moved to a flat of his own.

After the year ended the principal made him aware that some other parents had found out about his condition and were raising concerns. She didn’t ask Draco to not come back, but it was pretty clear she would if needed. So Draco decided to leave, he didn’t know where else to go, so he sent a letter to Dumbeldore. The headmaster assured him he had a place there, so it was time for Draco to go back to Hogwarts.

Draco had no illusions about what his last year of school would be like. Everyone in his year knew what had happened to him, so he knew he would have all eyes on him. He still had the scars that were very noticeable so everyone else was sure to know about it too. He tried to hide them by keeping his shirt buttoned up all the way to hide the ones on his neck and wearing a scarf to cover the ones on his jaw and cheek until it got too hot for him to stand it.

He kept a strong shield up and was sure it would be up all year. He had changed a lot since he had left, but he didn’t intend on letting anyone see it.

When he got there he was informed that he’d have a private room that was lycanthrope proof. He wasn’t shocked by that and not upset, he didn’t really want to be rooming with the other Slytherins anyway. He also was only given black robes instead of ones with green on them because he was told they didn’t have any more and wasn’t given any new Slytherin ties. Dumbledore told him they figured he still had his ones from before.

Draco knew what was going on, he unofficially didn’t belong to any house. It was just him, alone. He was here for a year to finish his education, that was it. He kept his head down, didn’t really do anything positive or negative so he didn’t have to worry about house points. He stayed to himself, didn’t talk to anyone, studied alone in his room, didn’t rejoin Quidditch, didn’t even attempt to talk to any of the golden trio to see how things panned out once he left since they were really the only ones who knew what went down that night. Draco was alone, but he was used to it. It was just for a year and then he could start a real life and, he hoped, not be so alone.

Draco was walking to Tranfigurations, people were avoiding him like normal and he was keeping to himself like normal. His senses were enhanced since his infection, so even from halfway down the corridor he could hear one of the Slytherins in his year picking on a third year Hufflepuff right outside the door to the class. He could also hear the golden trio muttering to each other about how they should do something about it. Hermione was trying to convince them but Ron was saying they should go take a seat before they got in trouble again, assuring her that Lockwood would get bored and leave the kid alone soon. Hermione wasn’t so sure of it and she was getting more insistent.

Draco rolled his eyes as he approached. He pushed through the three and went right to the Slytherin. He grabbed the man by the back of his robes and yanked him away from the Hufflepuff roughly.

“Lockwood, leave before I rip out your throat, shred your body, and gift it to Sprout as organic mulch.” Draco threatened him easily, tone even more frightening with the edge of boredom to it.

Unluckily, That was just the moment that McGonagall came up to enter the class room.

“Mister Malfoy, detention.” She informed him before walking into the class.

“Ma’am yes ma’am.” He told her without taking his eyes off Lockwood.

The Slytherin man looked like he was trying to hide the fact that he was about to piss himself. He muttered a “Whatever” before hurrying off. Draco said nothing to the younger student who was looking at him gratefully, just walked past the golden trio into the class so he could take his normal seat at the back.

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The Phoenix Effect - pt. 4

I had a lot of fun writing Rowan’s POV for this and I may have gotten a bit carried away...but I love Rowaelin! <3 :)

On ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22195906/chapters/58766644#workskin

Summary: Rowan is in Rifthold with Dorian when a strange phenomenon sweeps the land. Those once dead are popping up alive. Everyday, more and more are Reborn. One day Rowan encounters a Reborn young man who refuses to give his name, only asking to know the whereabouts of Celaena Sardothein.

As helpful as the Fae king had been so far, and as much as he could be trusted with his discretion, visiting the Keep was something Sam had to do alone. This was his revenge, and he needed to be the one to carry it out.

“I’ll do what I need to and meet you at the castle gates by dusk if I haven’t gotten the information I need.” Hopefully the scum left at the Keep could tell him the full story of Celaena’s fate, but if not he would still need the Rowan’s help.

“Absolutely not.” Sam was taken aback.

“Excuse me?” This was the first time the Fae had outright denied him the discretion he asked for.

“No way are you going to do whatever it is you think you need to do alone. I’m coming with you.” Sam hadn’t expected that.

“I can handle myself.” He’d spent years at the Keep, he knew the terrain and the people like second nature.

“I don’t know what sort of trouble you’ve gotten yourself into but I can tell it’s with some very bad people. You need to be smart about this. I might not be necessary, but I certainly wouldn’t be detrimental. You could use someone to watch your back, after all, I’m assuming these people are the reason you died in the first place.”

Sam had to admit he was right about that.

“You can come with me, but you stay outside. I will go in and take care of my business alone. You’ll stand guard and wait for my signal if something goes wrong.”

Rowan’s response was a simple nod. Good. The Fae would be nearby if things to a turn for the worst, but this was a conversation Rowan had no part of. As curious as the King of Terrasen’s past seemed, Sam didn’t want to bring him into this. A royal had no place in the murdering of three well-known assassins to avenge the death of another well-known assassin.

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The further they walked, the more certain Rowan became that this kid was in some deep shit.

They were trekking through the city, side-by-side, and in silence. Rowan observed the young man carefully as they maneuvered through the crowds, in part to make sure they didn’t get separated, but also out of curiosity.

The young man was slender, but not in a way that put him at a disadvantage. On the contrary, he was lithe and nimble. He could slip easily through the crowd practically undetected, quite the opposite of Rowan’s method—simply be hulking and angry-looking and people move out of your way. The young man was not scrawny or weak. He was probably made of lean and compact muscle underneath his clothing.

He reminded Rowan of Aelin, and wasn’t that just a heart-wrenching thought—soon, they’d be back together soon. His delicate movements were similar to that of the former assassin’s—perhaps that was how this young man got himself mixed up in underhanded dealings. Rowan could easily picture the boy as a thief or an assassin, silent but dangerous.

“So Aelin Galathynius is alive?” The young man’s question made Rowan crook the edge of his mouth up in a secret smile.

“Yes, Terrasen’s true queen is alive and well, just as she will be for many years to come.” Rowan was sure of that. If her sheer power and immortal grace alone wasn’t enough, Rowan would lay down his own life to keep her breathing.

“What’s she like?” Whether these questions were simply small talk or the young man was trying to figure Rowan out, the Fae did not care. He would gladly praise his love to anyone who would listen.

“Fierce, determined, relentless,” Rowan smirked slightly as he continued, “stubborn, arrogant, hotheaded,” his face softened, “immensely beautiful, loyal to kingdom and kin, passionate as her fire,” he would forever be in awe of her, “and powerful beyond legend.” The young man was now analyzing his face closely.

“You two married for love, yes? It was not arranged?” Rowan couldn’t help but chuckle at the question.

“I bring her absolutely no political advantage as a husband. My status as a Prince was nothing but an empty title. I had no money or land, and she had far better options in that aspect, but that didn’t matter to Aelin. We are mates, simple as that.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know much about Fae, but your kind mate for life, yes?”

“In a sense, yes. When a Fae meets their true mate, there is an undeniable connection. Mates are tied to one another in a bond far greater than the mortal concept of marriage. The mortal world would see our marriage as a poor move for Terrasen, but such things are insignificant in the face of a mating bond.”

“I thought you were kind of odd for a king.” Rowan laughed at the kid’s observation.

He was more husband than king. Aelin was a wonderful queen, and did not need a consort to make decisions for her. What she needed was his love and fealty. He supported his mate emotionally as she bore the mantle of queen. He was blood-sworn to her, and he would do whatever she asked of him—hence his presence in Rifthold.

The two walked on, further and further, and with every turn Rowan felt the pit of his stomach sink deeper. He didn’t know how close they were to their destination, but the area was sickeningly familiar. Rowan hadn’t spent too much time in Rifthold before, especially not in any one area, but he knew this place. They were near the Assassin’s Keep.

His observation was proven true as the young man turned down a street and then stopped in front of a familiar building.

It might just be that his earlier deduction was correct. However, this young man and Aelin moved so similarly not just because they were both trained assassins, but because they were trained by the same man.

Rowan had a horrible feeling about this.

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Sam hadn’t seen the doors to the Keep since he left with Celaena. Arobynn and his lackeys had likely taken him here to be tortured and killed, but he’d had a blindfold on the whole time.

The place was just as dark and terrible as always. Why make a building full of professional murderers look inviting? From the information Sam had found in the Hall of Records, Arobynn was no longer there, but he still felt no great desire to enter.

He glanced over to his Fae companion, who was staring at the building with an odd look on his face.

“Stay out here. I could be a while, but don’t come in unless I call for you.” For a monarch, Rowan accepted the outright order quite well, and Sam once again wondered about the story behind the King of Terrasen.

The Keep was cold inside, just as it had always been. Celaena had always used it as an excuse to buy the most expensive blankets and other finery to keep warm, but Sam had always had a deep chill through him whenever he was here.

He found Tern first. The man was sloppy, always had been, and it was easy to catch him off guard. With hardly any effort he had the other assassin subdued and tied to his own chair, Sam moved to stand in front of him. The moment Tern finally saw his face a look of shock appeared before quickly being replaced with anger.

“I heard a bunch of dead ones were popping up, some god’s gotta be off it if they picked you.”

“I’m aware you prefer me dead, you did help kill me after all.” Sam was, in fact, still a little bitter about that.

“Is that what you’re here for, revenge? You’ve come to kill me for killing you?” Tern’s teeth were bared in a sneer.

“I am enjoying the feeling of you tied up and at my mercy—and it may come to that later—but no, I’m here for information.”

“You want to know who ordered the hit on you? I thought it was pretty obvious it was Arobynn, but maybe you’d like my confirmation?” This buffoon was quickly exhausting his patience.

“No, that was obvious. I knew even then that it was him. I need you to tell me what happened to Celaena. Why was she sent to Endovier, and where is Arobynn?” Tern’s mouth curled into a sinister smile.

“You do not know?” Sam was growing tired of tedious conversation. Tern was acting quite proud for knowing something Sam did not.

“Obviously not, so tell me. What happened between the both of them after I was killed?” What did he do to Celaena?

“I take it these questions mean you have not heard whispers around Rifthold about the assassin or her master? I’m sure you have deduced what that means.” Sam briefly sacrificed his sharp focus to roll his eyes in annoyance.

“Neither is in the city, yes, but why?” Tern’s answers were sounding a lot more like questions.

“Arobynn Hammel is dead. He was murdered in his sleep two years ago, most likely by that brunette whore he kept company with.” So Arobynn was dead, but Celaena had not killed him. Celaena had never gotten to enact her vengeance on the cruel man.

“If he only died two years ago, then he would have been alive to see Celaena’s capture. Why didn’t he save her? Was it his fault?” Why would Arobynn give up his star assassin to the King?

“Yes, he set her up to be arrested. He baited her with your murder, knew she would come for revenge, and arranged for Adarlan’s Guard to be waiting for her. He was angry about her trying to run off with you, thought he’d teach her a lesson, starting with your death.” Sam’s blood was boiling with his strong emotions, one of which being immense rage.

“So I was a pawn, killed so Arobynn could reprimand his precious protege? It was better for her to meet a slow, torturous death than for the two of us to leave the Guild?” It was horrible, pure hatred and cruelty. Why could they not be happy?

“It’s your own fault for thinking you could. Nobody gets out of here. The life of an assassin follows you wherever you go, and you two had to learn that the hard way.” Not for the first time, Sam imagined how their story could have ended had they not both belonged Arobynn Hammel. If they had been born average children in Rifthold, would anyone have gone to such lengths to prevent their happiness?

“Arobynn is lucky he’s already dead, the bastard deserved far worse than a slit throat for his sins, but perhaps I can make do with you and your cronies.” Sam felt a sadistic smirk appear on his lips and slowly stalked closer to his prey. “How much did you know beforehand of his plan for her? Did you help him set the trap?” Tern began to shake slightly and struggle harder against his restraints.

“Hey now, I was just a henchman—an ignorant henchman at that. Arobynn didn’t tell us anything but what we specifically needed to do, and only right before we needed to do it. He didn’t trust us with anything that sensitive.” It was an empty excuse, really, not enough for Sam to spare him.

“You still did it, though, and I bet you were happy to. The three of you held no great love for Celaena Sardothein. I’m sure business only got better.”

“That may be true, but you still don’t want to kill me.” It was laughable, and Sam let out a short guffaw at Tern’s statement.

“Why not? What more could I need from you? You’ve answered my questions, and given me greatly displeasing answers. I should take your life as vengeance for Celaena’s.” It’s what he’d come here intending to do, anyway.

“What if I told you that Celaena didn’t die in Endovier?” Sam froze. “I can tell you how she got out and where she went, just leave me here alive.” Tern knew he had him with that, and began to look smug again. Ordinarily, Sam would have swiftly wiped the look from Tern’s face, but he was entirely fixated on what the assassin just revealed.

“You have my attention.”

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Ace Attorney: Rise From the Ashes (Day Two, Trial Latter) (part 3)

Wherein I attempt to liveblog a mostly text-based videogame. The trial continues! Lunch is over and yet we’re still being fed indigestible statements.

Court has recessed briefly for information-gathering. The clock says it's not even noon, but I feel like we've heard hours’ worth of (mostly untrue) testimony.

Lana has been called to the judge's chambers for reasons unknown. Ema is realizing just how much of a, what's the polite word, “freewheeler” she's chosen to represent her sister. But Phoenix is still flailing about when any other defense attorney in this world would have given up, so she'd best appreciate him.

It's the cowboy! Who pointedly mentions Lana's scarf, which he saw her wearing on the day of the murder. Since she wasn't wearing it in the photograph taken afterward, presumably the missing muffler is...in the car muffler? Was she trying to hide something, or give Edgeworth carbon monoxide poisoning? And just why is Marshall dropping us this helpful hint?

Court resumes with Edgeworth on the verge of some kind of conniption fit. The judge lists off his symptoms concernedly - oh NO surely you didn't eat one of the lunchboxes, Edgeworth! I've already been wondering how Angel Starr resisted the urge to give you food poisoning for two years, and that was before you verbally eviscerated her on the witness stand.

...Hello, who's this?

Peach suit, white hair, pink glasses and an avuncular folksy charm. You. I don't like you.

"Udgey?" Is that the judge's name, or some sort of twee pig-latin nickname for Judge? And "Wrighto" and "Worthy". And he can get away with calling people slightly demeaning and offbeat nicknames, because apparently he's the district chief of police, Damon Gant. Phoenix is chastised for not recognizing him, which is probably fair.

Okay, that technique of taking away the dialogue box for several seconds while Gant cocks his head and blinks at us is quite effective. This, we're silently being told, is a character so powerful they can interrupt the flow of the game itself.

The judge notes that it's been "over two years" since Gant was in the courtroom. That matches when Angel was fired. This is all about one case, isn't it? The case Lana and the victim worked on, the case that got Marshall demoted.

Gant has brought some false sympathy for Edgeworth and also Lana's missing scarf, which was indeed found stuffed in the car muffler. (So the lunchlady was telling the truth about at least something.) The scarf was wrapped around a switchblade with a tag on it. So, not a personal possession like Edgeworth's knife, but...an exhibit? Something from storage? Like, evidence storage?

Edgeworth is justifiably upset that the police investigation didn't notice a scrap of red cloth hanging out of the car muffler inches away from the body. Gant's initial sheepish admission that "this is embarrassing, even for us" suddenly turns into that blinking Look again. I feel like a trap is about to be sprung.

It's the envelope from yesterday, the one delivered by the hapless mailman! Who told Edgeworth it wasn't related to the case, so he refused to take it. Ouch. It is Edgeworth's error, but there's something gleefully malicious about the way Gant just set him up and then sucker-punched him. There was no need for this to be a public humiliation. In fact, it could've been discreetly sorted out before Gant got on the stand. Or before trial started this morning.

(Why IS he on the stand? He's not a testifying witness. He just kinda...strolled in and took over. )

The judge asks Phoenix to examine the switchblade. The knife tip is broken off and the blade and handle have bloodstains. The tag, when I zoom in focus to max, says "S-L 9 2". As for the envelope, it appears to be an autopsy report on Goodman, and doesn't mention the muffler or switchblade at all. It also has a much vaguer timeframe than 5:15.

Edgeworth tries to regain face by demanding an explanation about the missed evidence. This is a bad, bad idea. I could've told you that even before Gant delightedly agrees to testify.

Gant says the knife is special, but that he can't say how unless a "connection is proven between the knife and Goodman." Um. Doesn't the very presence of the knife, deliberately concealed at the crime scene, in itself mean it's not only connected but vital to understanding what happened? I don't think you should get to withhold that information.

Nor do I think "we were having a bad day" is an acceptable excuse for not investigating the crime scene properly. Cops get aggressively motivated when one of their own is attacked, everybody knows that. Or was Goodman some kind of pariah?

...wait. What??? What Gant's saying is so bizarre I misread it. There was a SECOND murder, at precisely the same time (and that's an awfully precise time), at the police department? "Not officially linked to this case" my aunt Fanny.

And Phoenix isn't supposed to ask about it in cross-examination? I predict that will last about five seconds, because we're going to press every one of these statements hard enough to extract olive oil.

Starting with the knife. Both Phoenix and Edgeworth push for more, but Gant refuses. Can I make a connection that will impress the judge? My inventory contains a phone, a shoe...and a note found in the trunk of the car that says "6-75 12/2". Which looks a lot like "2/21 SL-9" if you turn it upside down.

Gant is acting as though this is a circus and he's never seen a clown before, delighted at everything Phoenix and the judge say. This conveys an impression of total contempt behind a fig leaf of friendliness that can't be questioned. It's a passive-aggressive masterpiece. Somewhere in the audience Himemiya Anthy is probably taking notes.

And his facade barely flickers when faced with the memo. The knife was evidence in a case (duh). Stolen from the evidence room...and that's it? That's all we get?

Oh, this guy is skilled. Edgeworth quite reasonably asks why he wasn't told about this impossibly coincidental murder, and Gant promptly insinuates that he's incompetent because he didn't proactively ask. As though a proper prosecutor would have called the department every day with a checklist of possible events. Why, I bet you didn't even consider a Godzilla attack contingency, did you? Tsk tsk.

Gant continues to playfully refuse to give information on this second murder (except that a suspect has been arrested). He offers to give Phoenix one data point of his choice: where, how or when. Apparently this trial has turned into a game show.

We already know when, so I choose where. And Gant makes a curious distinction. The crime took place in the evidence room (where the knife came from), but he won't say where the corpse was found. Was the body moved? As they say, he is playing a game and it is called silly buggers. I'm absolutely assuming he is behind both murders (though sadly he can't have committed both, unless something paranormal or very complicated is going on).

Phoenix points out that a knife being stolen from the evidence room and then found at crime A, precisely when crime B is committed in the evidence room, is a pretty "duh" link. Edgeworth supports by mentioning the note. Whoever wrote it (Goodman, the murderer, or Lana) presumably either stole the knife or was investigating its theft. Even the judge agrees this has to count. Gant just does his blink thing again.

And says his men took two days to assemble that logic. In other words, he knew. And he STILL wants to play games. He'll talk "unofficially", but not reveal the name of the victim. (Why is that so important?) When pressed, he offers another one-data-point choice. I choose ID number which should be easy to link to a name...although apparently Gant doesn't think so.

Victim ID number: 5842189. The judge looks expectant. I have a horrible idea, and check the court record.

Yep. It's Goodman's ID number.

Simultaneous murders of the same victim in different locations? That's an impressive level of silly buggers, chief. And you didn't want this to come out in the trial? If I didn't already know Lana was innocent by video-game rules, I'd know it now.

Even this doesn't faze Gant. (I really wanted to see him look thwarted. Damnit.)

Edgeworth keeps on asking "Why didn't I hear about this?" even though the answer is always "Because Gant has it in for you, and you just gave him another opening to attack." It's as though he can't quite believe what is happening.

Yep, there's that trap-springing look again. With the first honest expression I think we've seen on Gant's face so far! Just for one frame, a flicker of anger and malice. This time he claims the police department sent Edgeworth all the information in that envelope delivered by Hapless Mailman Meekins, which Edgeworth didn't look at.

Hang on. That's not even true. We have that envelope in the court record, and...*scrolls up*...it's an autopsy report on Goodman. It doesn't say which. Even if Edgeworth had read it, he would have had no reason to think there was a second crime and victim. Moreover, Gant already raked him over the coals for not reading it, in this same trial session! No...as the trap unfolds, Gant seems to be claiming this is an entirely different envelope also delivered by Meekins(?) It doesn't make sense.

But truth isn't going to matter here. This is a career-destroying maneuver, and it's uncomfortable to watch. Edgeworth is helpless under the crushing accusations, protesting vainly that Gant could have submitted all this evidence when the trial started. Well, yes, that's what anyone but your enemy would have done... The flicker of malice is back as Gant rubs it all in with a technicality about evidence law.

(Ah, this detail might be relevant: Edgeworth apparently submitted a list of evidence to be used in the trial, which of course did not include things he didn't know existed. That flies in the face of all Phoenix Wright games past and present, in which new evidence is produced about every five minutes during trial, this one included.)

This morning's Public Career Assassination, I mean trial, comes to an end with Gant mentioning the rumors about Edgeworth, and even using his own brief status as a defendant against him. Edgeworth can do nothing but formally grovel. He begs for one more day of trial to investigate all this new information. The judge grants it,of course, but joins in condemning him.

I don't know why Gant wants to get rid of Edgeworth, but it's obvious the plan is to fire him after tomorrow's trial no matter what happens. The only way to save Edgeworth (and oh yeah, our actual client who's barely been mentioned lately) is to bring Gant down. I am on board with this. He's a mean lying stinkyhead and he's smug about it. Get him, Phoenix!

(Rereading my notes from last time, I'm remembering the moment when Angel Starr told Edgeworth "I might be able to save you". Did she know this was coming down? )

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livescamcitynews · 5 years

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SUPREME Court judge Justice Robert McDougall is never a man to mince his words

TWO men have been slammed by a Supreme Court judge as Hunter families, tradies and developers count the cost of a string of construction and financial disasters.

Justice Robert McDougall said “it was open to infer” that Daniel Roberts and offsider Shasanth Shankar Tellakula Gowrishankar had engaged in “the well-known but opprobrious practice of utilising phoenix companies: consigning insolvent companies to the fires of liquidation, and creating new companies to arise from the ashes and take their place.”

A investigation can reveal that dozens of people have spoken out against the pair, alleging a host of defective or incomplete work and unpaid bills. Phillip Kapeller and Rachael Cesnik, pictured right with their children, estimate they are $500,000 out of pocket after a four-year battle, with no end in sight, to get their Gillieston Heights home completed.

Ruling on a dispute between developer Greenwood Futures and DSD Builders late last year, his assessment of the construction company "principals" , Daniel Roberts and Shasanth Shankar Tellakula Gowrishankar, was blunt.

"There is, in my view, very strong evidence that Mr Roberts and Mr Shankar have engaged in structuring their affairs in such a way so as to avoid, wherever possible, paying their liabilities," Justice McDougall said.

His scathing attack on the pair went further to accuse them of "misusing , if not abusing" the system that determines payment in the building industry, known as the Security of Payment Act.

The judge said the construction company had "sought to harass" the developer by lodging repeated payment claims to an adjudicator during a dispute over the construction of three townhouses in Jesmond, that includes allegations of a long list of defective work.

"The whole chaotic situation is essentially one of DSD's making," Justice Mc-Dougall said.

Unfortunately for Mr Roberts and Mr Shankar, he did not stop there.

"It is open to infer that they have engaged in the well-known but opprobrious practice of utilising phoenix companies: consigning insolvent companies to the fires of liquidation, and creating new companies to arise from the ashes and take their place," he said.

Justice McDougall went even further when it came to Mr Roberts, a BMW driving, former bankrupt, born in the United Kingdom.

"I add, referring to inferences that can be drawn as to Mr Roberts' business practices , that there was some evidence from ... a former employee of DSD or another one of Mr Roberts' related companies, of what purported to be admissions made by Mr Roberts to the effect that he would take the profit and leave creditors lamenting," he said.

Mr Roberts denied the allegation, but Justice Mc-Dougall said the former staffer's evidence received "some support" from a history of "financial and corporate transactions" .

Despite the judge's scorching assessment of the men, Greenwood Futures is still pursuing DSD Builders, whose sole director is Mr Roberts' wife Angela Roberts

- previously known as Angela Edith Sendjirdjian - through the courts over hundreds of thousands of dollars allegedly owed.

The project was eventually completed by another builder.

A home in Gillieston Heights has been left unfinished for years as the family battles a claim through the legal system against BH Australia Constructions, whose sole director and shareholder is Mr Shankar's wife Aarthi Dhandayutham.

Phillip Kapeller and Rachael Cesnik estimate they are $500,000 out of pocket and are facing bankruptcy due to crippling legal fees after a four-year battle, with no end in sight, to get their home completed. When the builder left the site in early 2017 the house had no water , power, flooring , kitchen, laundry, insulation and defects were found throughout.

"There is no doubt that they understand the legal system very well and know how to use it," Mr Kapeller said.

"The whole experience has been nothing short of a nightmare, it's been going on for years and our house still isn't finished .

"We're on the brink of going under financially ."

NSW Fair Trading confirmed it is investigating a number of complaints about building projects linked to Mr Roberts in and Sydney, but said it was unable to comment on the cases.

A spokesman said the regulator had received no complaints about Mr Shankar.

He said Fair Trading issued penalty notices in April 2018 to a company associated with Mr Roberts, called Blissful Developments No 1.

"The penalty notices were issued for carrying out unlicensed work," he said.

Fair Trading also placed restrictions on Mr Roberts' builder's supervisor certificate last year, meaning he cannot contract with the public until May 2021.

Bankruptcy proceedings against several companies linked to Mr Roberts and Mr Shankar have been launched by tradies and suppliers, with several cases resulting in counter-claims against the people fighting to be paid.

Windows has taken action in the local court trying to recoup $60,000 allegedly unpaid by BH Australia Constructions . FRI JUDGEMENT

Sydney's Steel Fabrication Services has also taken action against the same company in the Sydney Local Court, in a case where Ms Dhandayutham, Mr Shankar and Mr Roberts are named as defendants, for $45,000 allegedly owed.

Steel Fabrication Services owner Michael Simos said the situation was that bad police had to be called when he attempted to remove steel from a job site due to alleged non-payment .

"The whole thing was a real mess and it's been going on for ages," he said.

"The police allowed us to take the steel, but we still have a legal case going. Noone needs this sort of thing in business."

The Herald can reveal that Mr Roberts has attempted to take out three separate apprehended violence orders against a developer and two Hunter-based tradesmen following disputes about jobs.

Then there is the abandoned construction site at Jesmond, with gaping holes and unfinished works as another round of court cases continues, between Goodwin Street Developments and DSD Builders, over a student accommodation project.

The developer said he was unable to comment as the matter was still before the courts.

Dawn Meredith, of EBH Constructions, said in 30 years in the building industry she had never dealt with anyone like Mr Roberts.

After being given a lawyer's quote of $20,000 to chase $12,500 owed by Blissful Developments, EBH wrote the debt off .

The case between DSD Builders and Greenwood Futures revealed the extreme lengths Mr Roberts went to in an effort to secure a ruling from an adjudicator for payment.

In a move described by the judge as an "outrageous misuse " of authority, Mr Roberts sent information to the adjudicator claiming to be the developer's "appointed agent" , authorising payment to the builder of $220,000.

This was at the same time as the developer was arguing the money wasn't owed because the work hadn't been completed and was defective. Developer Matt Greenwood, of Greenwood Futures, lodged a counter-claim alleging he is owed $256,000.

Justice McDougall said DSD Builders disregarded its legal obligations and its conduct "made it almost inevitable that litigation would result" . "The fact that the litigation has failed reflects no merit on DSD's part; indeed, in some respects, DSD relied upon its own non-compliance with the Security of Payment Act as a reason why it should succeed," he said.

The court also heard from two tradesmen, caught up in a complicated web of interrelated companies, who were not paid for work done at the Jesmond job.

DSD Builders subcontracted the work out to related company BH Australia Constructions, but the tradesmen were contracted through another related company, Blissful Building Procurements, that was later placed in liquidation which meant the workers did not get paid.

Justice McDougall also pointed out some "curious anomalies" in DSD Builders' financial statements as at December 2017.

"The statements show a profit before tax in the sum of $306,000," he said. "They do not show any provision for tax. It is difficult to understand how a company which, on the face of the statements, had no carried forward losses could have earned that profit without being required to pay tax upon it. No income tax return has been produced which could explain this somewhat unusual state of affairs ."

In another dispute, that also made it to the Supreme Court, Justice Michael Ball found Blissful Developments No. 1 had entered into a contract to build a set of units at Adamstown with no builder's licence.

At the time of the judgement , Mr Roberts was the director of the company that was attempting to get an extension of a caveat placed on the developer's land so it could not be sold. Blissful Developments No. 1 claimed an interest in the land because it said the developer owed it money.

But Justice Ball dismissed the claim, declaring no money was owed and the contract was void because the builder was unlicensed. Not long after the decision, Mr Roberts resigned as director of the company and was replaced by Mr Shankar's wife.

Other former clients, tradespeople and suppliers who spoke to the Herald , detailed being caught in a never-ending series of battles that have swirled around the pair, with some disputes dragging out for years.

Allegations of defective work and long delays for jobs to be completed. Marriages on the brink of collapse because of the strain. Tradies fearing they will lose their homes if they don't get paid.

Many asked to remain anonymous due to fear of legal action.

"Daniel comes across, on very first impression, as if he has a lot of money and he knows what he's talking about," a tradesman said. "But when you can't get paid, he simply disappears. Shasanth is the quiet one who is usually in the background, but they spend a lot of time together and are involved in a lot of legal matters."

John Todorovski, who worked as a real estate agent for Blissful Homes, said he left after witnessing a string of unhappy people looking to be paid or lodging complaints . "People would come and have arguments at the office and I figured it was time to look for another job," he said. "There were a lot of complaints."

Tradies, suppliers and homeowners detailed being ensnared in an intractable problem enveloping the NSW building industry, which is lumbered with a tangled consumer protection system that all too often takes those seeking help on a long journey to a dead end.

Several people said complaints to NSW Fair Trading fell on deaf ears.

Any hopes that a large group of creditors could recoup their money was dealt a grievous blow when two companies were placed in voluntary liquidation in March and April last year.

Blissful Developments and Blissful Building Procurements went belly up with no assets and debts of almost $1.5 million. Mr Roberts resigned as director from Blissful Developments weeks before the company went under owing 25 unsecured creditors $750,372.

Mr Roberts also resigned as a director of Blissful Building Procurements two months before the company failed, owing 30 creditors $604,582. Daniel Roberts and Mr Shankar previously sold their shares in both companies.

Liquidator Steven Gladman , of Hall Chadwick, described his investigation into the companies as a "frustrating exercise" . He said when the companies were placed in liquidation there was no money, meaning there was little chance of a return for creditors.

"Very limited books and records have been provided," he said. "There are payments in there that are concerning."

Amid the chaos, Mr Shankar and Mr Roberts have moved onto a new venture for themselves, a multi-million dollar development under construction at Abel St, Wallsend. The Herald found both men working there this week.

The 3480-square-metre property was purchased in June 2017 by BH Australia Constructions, that is owned and controlled by Mr Shankar's wife Ms Dhandayutham , for $1.35 million. She sold the site about a year later for $400,000 to another related company called Abel Street Developments.

Mr Shankar is the director of Abel Street Developments and he and Daniel Roberts are listed as the shareholders . According to a development application approved by City Council, there are plans to build 20 attached two-storey dwellings at a cost of more than $2 million.

The property had a strata subdivision approved in June and two three-bedroom townhouses, recently built on the site, were sold in September to another related company called SD Portfolio Holdings for $536,900 each.

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The Darkness Within...

CHAPTER TWO

Request by: The lovely @belladonnarey. A/N: eeep here ‘tis! This is going to be a definite slow burn and I apologise for the appalling tragedy you will find below - it had to go in the story and I’m sorry.

Sirius x reader Older Sirius Sirius lives/Post Azkaban Slow burn and eventual smut

Word count: 3300+ Disclaimer: all characters are assumed 18+ Warnings: dark themes, torture, grief

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The front door of Grimmauld Place was as intimidating as ever as it appeared in front of you and you surged forward.

Livid, you threw open the door, steam rising from your forceful steps as your hot anger scorched the floor where you trod. Better watch that, this house looked primarily constructed of wood.

You were seething. How DARE Remus and Sirius interrupt you. You were SO close to finding out more about your past - a desire you hold in almost as high importance as to finding out what Voldemort intended of you. You were sure this was leading to another muggle attack - if only you had retrieved that package but Macnair stowed the parcel within his robes and then was writhing around in so much agony as you returned him to his home you could not take it without suspicion.

What would he tell Voldemort? You shook that thought from your mind you only had enough room in your head to be enraged at two other men at the moment and knowing these two were here, just ahead of you, sitting around a kitchen table tending to their wounds, you took the opportunity to give them a piece of your mind.

Sirius’ shirt was off and he sat hunched over his chair while Remus, behind him, administered a potion to what you assume was the aftermath of your curse and Macnair’s whip lash on his back.

“WHAT THE ABSOLUTE SODDING HELL DID YOU TWO THINK YOU WERE DOING?!” You burst through the door startling Remus enough to drop the bottle of dittany he was holding and Sirius to jolt, his wound opening again.

“How?! What?! There has been a breach, Moony, QUICK!” Sirius cried turning his wand on you and firing a spell. You easily deflected his spell and with a flick of your wand, disarmed him. He winced as he tried to catch his wand, his injury rendering his reflexes poor as it flew over his head landing on the top of the cabinet behind him.

Remus, swiping up the bottle of dittany, laid a hand on Sirius’ arm, confusing him further.

“Hold your fire Padfoot, she’s with us.”

You didn’t think Sirius’ mouth could open any further. He glared at you and you recoiled slightly from the look in his eyes.

“Moony, she’s Death Eater scum!” He spits. “Tie her up, call Moody NOW!”

“Sirius.” Only Remus addressing him by his first name served to get Sirius to look away from you and at his friend.

“She’s not a Death Eater Sirius, she is working for us. She’s a secret mole for the Order. So secret only Moody and Dumbledore know.”

Seeing that Sirius was still not convinced you decided to get on the defensive. “Look here is my wand.” You addressed Sirius. “I give it to you willingly” you rolled your wand across the table towards him and he snatched it up as you raised your hands. “Remus is correct - I am not and have never been a Death Eater, I work for you - ask Dumbledore and Moody.”

Sirius turned your wand on you, his expression unchanged from that of loathing and repulsion. He was, in his anger, a startling site and it sent a chill right through you.

Symbols started to appear on your forearms, your palms, and up your neck - anywhere you weren’t shielded by clothes was now covered in black markings. Both men look astounded at you as you hurriedly replied, “this happens when I’m scared! I don’t know what they mean. Please don’t look at them!”

Remus, ever the gentleman, turned away but Sirius regarded your markings in a curious manner. He didn’t look disgusted anymore but the surprise on his face is evident. You tug at your sleeves and grasp your neck in embarrassment.

Remus cleared his throat, “perhaps we should call Moody - floo him at least - will that help you stop pointing Y/N’s wand at her like you are going to curse her?” He glanced at Sirius. “She cursed me first!” He cried indignantly. “That’s fair” you replied - hands still in the air, scared, but a now a slight smile played on your features. Catching Sirius’ eye you winked at him. “I do apologise about that, I was loathed to do it but it was the only way Macnair would have believed you weren’t there to ambush him on my behalf considering Remus chose not to hex me straight away. Macnair may look stupid but unfortunately he is highly astute. Insufferable prat.”

Sirius flashed a quick smile at that, before quickly rearranging his expression into a frown.

You couldn’t blame him, the cruciatus curse is the foulest of foul devices anyone can use. Some would say death is preferable.

Remus plucked a handful of green power from the mantle and threw it into the fire place. “Alastor Moody’s house” he called clearly as he stepped into the flames and disappeared.

There was silence as Sirius and you looked at each other.

You cleared your throat “I’m going to put my hands down now Mr Black, ok?”

He nodded tightly and gestured to a chair for you to sit.

Still frowning curiously at you he glanced down at your arms and said, “I have a similar rune to that one on my wand.” He pointed to your open forearm as he accio’d his wand to show you.

There was a line of symbols, runes as he said, one after another carved into the long line of his wand. It was rather beautiful. “I’ve never seen this pattern before, did you draw it yourself?” Sirius nodded slowly. “What does it mean?”

He considered you, his gaze less full of hatred and surprise, now of steady curiosity, similar to that of a guard dog regarding another.

“It means: ‘more or less human.’” You were surprised. Everything you have heard about this man is of cocky, arrogant surety. Not someone who would consider himself half human? You knew a bit about the Black family, that they were up there with all pure blood fascists. You thought he must be like them, he certainly looked like them. His long dark hair, chiselled cheekbones and dress was quintessential of aristocratic grace and superiority. Like it or not, he looked like everyone of the pure blood, supremacist wizards but apparently not if he is working for the Order and referred to Death Eaters as ‘scum.’ Clearly there is more to this man than meets the eye.

Sirius was still watching you, hand tensed on your wand as if he was waiting for any sudden movements. You were struck again by the alarming sight he is as he stood before you. Shirtless, sweat dripping from raised pectorals, running over taught stomach muscles. He was broad chested and decorated in tattoos. Skimming over his frame your eyes caught a marking sitting promptly above his trouser line under neath his belly button.

“I have that one too!” You exclaim, pointing at the mark. He looked down to where you are pointing and raised his eyebrows at you.

“Yes, it appears over my heart when the symbols…well I guess runes appear.”

“This one?” Sirius touched his abdomen “It means a sort of ‘new growth, new beginnings if you will.”

You had never sought what the symbols meant as when they appear you are usually in no mind for researching but also you were always afraid at what you would find. That they would revel further darkness inside of you. Slightly hopeful at finding that you might not be decorated in diabolical signs of evil you divulged further.

“Yes but it is slightly inverse of yours, like the mirror image - is that still the same? What does that mean?”

He regarded you for a moment and then answered gravely, “destruction.”

Your sharp in take of breath was masked by Remus and Moody appearing out of the fireplace.

Sirius, once again, ready for action gripped your wand but relaxed at the sight of the old auror and his friend.

“You can put that away, Sirius I have us covered.” Seeing Moody calmed you and any markings previously visible on your skin, disappeared.

Moody’s limped towards the table pulling a flask out of his robes and handed it to you. You rolled your eyes as you take it from him and administer three drops to your tongue.

How many more times will he make you take veritiserum?

He cocked an eyebrow as you grimace at the taste and uttered, “can’t be too careful, Y/N.”

You sat up and waited for Moody’s questions. He, instead, pulled out a chair next to you sat down facing Sirius and Remus holding his hands out, “ok gentlemen, ask her anything.”

Remus paused, but Sirius straight away asked: “Are you a Death Eater?” “No.” You answer confidently.

“What is your name?” “Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N”

“Who do you work for?” “Anyone from the Order of the Phoenix”

“For how long?” “Since my second year out of school”

“Why?” You stall, you have never been asked this question before. Surely the answer is obvious? Good vs Bad and you were on the side of Good - like him right? “Because the world is not made better by elitist idiots who think they are superior to everyone else, that just causes more pain than anything."

“Who recruited you?” “Professor Dumbledore.”

“How did he find you?” “He watched me at school and located me nine years ago when I was 18 trying and failing to infiltrate a Pure Blood Elitist meeting. They were still prevalent even though Voldemort was officially thought dead. He said that he knew I despised pure blood mania but I was going to get myself killed if I did this alone or worst be used by the enemy for my ‘gifts’? You signed quotation marks with your fingers in mid air as you said the word ‘gifts’ and Sirius couldn’t miss the distain in your voice.

Sirius paused, then lowered his own voice, “what can you do?” You grimaced and slowly listed the unusual powers you have. Moody who had heard this before did not find it alarming but the two men before you could not hide their amazement.

“Have you ever hurt anyone with your gifts?” “Sirius!” Remus warned as you answer; “Yes”

“Out of anything other than defence” Remus added “No.”

Sirius continued his questions. “How does Remus know about you?”

“I saved his life from a werewolf attack two months ago. At another late night Death Eater rendezvous. I knew they were stalking Order members but I didn’t know they were going to use lethal force. It was Fenrir, he transformed during the meeting and went for Remus. I cursed him and played it off like I missed my aim at Remus, hitting Fenrir instead.

There was silence as Sirius digested this. You had again put yourself in danger of discovery, this time in front of one of the most dangerous blood lustful werewolves and took the consequences. What were the consequences of making a mistake in Voldemort’s ranks, Sirius wondered.

Remus, wondering the same thing, burst out with the question that had been plaguing him since that evening two months ago: “What did they do to you for your mistake?”

You swallowed, not able to hold the truth back, “They killed my dog!”

Tears streamed down your face, the truth potion not allowing you to remain in dignified silence, you recounted the awful punishment from Voldemort and the ‘lesson’ he said you would learn from your mistake. He believed your ‘affinity’ as he called it, to your own pet clouded your judgement and allowed you to mistake one animal from the other. That wouldn’t do and before you could react to what he was saying he flicked his wand - there was a flash of green light followed by a thud and your beloved companion was dead on the floor.

That moment caused you some of the worst pain you had ever experienced and you had a lot of pain catalogued to choose from. She was the only light in your troubling world, helping to make you feel less alone, and now she was gone. It took immense strength to not react to Voldemort then or anytime you thought about her in his presence.

The memory was overwhelming and terrified you to your bones. Scared of anything like that happening again the symbols or runes, as you now know them, reappeared.

“Why did Dumbledore ask you to pose as a Death Eater?” Sirius asked gently, distracting you from your tears. “He knew Voldemort wasn’t really dead it was only a matter if time before he resurfaced. He thought Voldemort would be interested in me and that becoming a ‘Death Eater’ would keep me safe.”

“Safe?” Sirius questioned, confused. “Yes my abilities did not go unnoticed at Hogwarts. Dumbledore reasoned that it was only a matter of time before Voldemort came recruiting and would kill me if I said no. This way I get to help, rather than be used as a pawn.”

“Do you like your position for the order?” Moody shifted in his seat as Sirius asked this and turned to you waiting for your answer. “I hate it.” You spit, surprising even yourself.

“Why do you do it?” “I want to help and this is the only way. I was happy at having a plan finally to stop all this pure blood is greater than thou mania, excited even to be working for a group and not alone. But the more I learn about Voldemort’s ideas for a superior race and the way his followers talk and act towards anyone else disgusts me. I feel dirty having to agree with them even though I know it is a facade. It’s devastating and it gets to me the blood and torture and hurt they inflict.”

All men remain silent as you say this, watching you pull at your sleeve and steadying your anger. “I’m also scared of hurting people with my powers being used and having no control. Dumbledore has promised to…” You stalled.

“What has he promised, Y/N” Sirius asks.

You look directly into his grey eyes and state; “To take me out if it looks like they could cause me to hurt anyone.

“Take you…?!” Sirius and Remus look, appalled, Moody who’s grim but calm face gave away that he already knew of this potential eventuality.

As Sirius opened his mouth to argue, Moody held his plan up, silencing him. “Are you satisfied she is not a Death Eater now Sirius?”

Sirius nodded and Moody continued. “Right now we need to worry about a cover story for Y/N as to why her and Macnair’s meeting failed.”

“I’ve been thinking about that” you voiced. “I really think you are going to have to administer a delayed curse, one that takes its time - enough for me to get home but not be able to leave. Something that knocks me out for a few days.” Moody appraised you admiringly, however Sirius and Remus looked disgusted.

“Delayed curses are terrible Y/N.” Said Remus. “There is a reason they are delayed - to gain strength overtime and completely floor you.”

“You are not just going to get knocked out.” Added Sirius. You will experience pain to the level of a cruciatus curse but for days as you are paralysed to do anything.”

“It’s the only way.” You continued on before either man could argue again. “I get home and can stage it like I was trying to get into contact with Voldemort before succumbing to the curse. That way when they find me, it will look realistic that I was trying to contact.”

“Can’t you just summon him with your dark mark?” Remus asked quietly.

You shook your head.

“I can’t be branded. As soon as the runes you saw appear, they dissolve any artificial marking on my skin, such as tattoos.

Once again, Sirius’ mouth opened in shock.

“I know.” You said to him. “I spent so many galleons on a full sleeve tattoo trying to hide my markings only for them to dissolve that tattoo when they appeared.”

“How did Voldemort react to you not being able to carry the dark mark?” Remus asked.

“He was…” you searched your mind remembering a white hot hex on your back. “…not pleased.”

“Right then.” Moody stood up. “This has been a great chit chat but we need to get you home. I’ll administer the curse and then you get straight home you’ll only have a few minutes before it begins.”

“Can Sirius do it?” You looked at Moody before turning to Sirius. “I owe you one for my curse and I’d like to call it quits. Just in case you feel like bringing it up each time we meet - I heard you can hold a grudge.

You gave him a rueful smile and a smirk played on his lips as he gave you a curt nod.

“Remember gentlemen, no one can know that Y/N works for us - got it?” Remus and Sirius nodded. “Well as you now believe Y/N is no longer trying to breach head quarters I will take my leave.” He swiftly limped to the fire place, snatched a hand full of floor powder and disappeared into the flames.

The three of you remained seated, Remus and Sirius considering you but with very different looks on their faces. Remus looked pained and apologetic where as Sirius watched you with a contemplative glare - and was that admiration in his stare you wondered?

You stood up, took your wand from Sirius’ hand and stowed it in your robes. Facing the two men you said, “Ok, hit me.”

Sirius raised himself up and looked at you. “Brace yourself Y/N.”

You nodded holding your arms out. Once more the runes appeared. Sirius winced slightly knowing that though you put on a cool front, you were scared. Each time the runes appeared on you that evening he felt unease and did not unwind until they began to dissolve. He didn’t realise this but he was not enjoying seeing you scared.

Sirius waved his wand through the air, closed his eyes for a moment then looked straight at you. His eyes black with anger he forcefully pointed his wand at you and you felt a cold chill wash over you entire form.

Once finished he lowered his head and drew a shaking breath. “I wager you have 20 minutes, so Y/N - lets get you home.”

As Remus and Sirius escorted you out the front door you stumbled slightly knocking a hideous trolls foot over causing a clanking sound to erupt in the hallway. At once a pair of curtains flew open revealing a woman with black hair and eyes looking down at you in indescribable rage - her face twisted with disgust as she screamed about honour and half blood filth. Her foul administrations on muggles and half breeds rang throughout the house.

You found yourself growing hot with anger, and perhaps weakened by the curse flowing through your body, you were unable to steal your emotions and calm yourself.

One hand holding the wall, the other directed at the woman in the portrait you lit her up in flames. The fire silenced her and allowed Remus and Sirius to yank the curtains shut. Shutting the woman up and putting the fires out as quickly as they had started.

Both men looked at you.

“Sorry” you beseeched. “Things burn when I get angry. Usually I can control it better. I just couldn’t stand what she was saying, whoever she is.”

“My mother.” Sirius exclaimed looking impressed.

You gave him an apologetic grimace before crossing the threshold of number 12 Grimmauld Place and apparating home in the cool night air.

Sirius, watched you go and then quietly closed the door. He looked at Remus who merely shrugged and said “Well you did say you were bored, Padfoot!” Before turning around and walking back to the kitchen for a cup of tea.

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amara-scott · 4 years

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Broken Dream.

part four

Movie: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Characters: Draco Malfoy x Reader.

I actually sat at the Slytherin table for breakfast. I still couldn't believe it. Especially the stares that were sent my way when I walked with Draco. He shut up his friends by simply giving them a look and they treated me- decently, to be fair. Wouldn't have asked for more.

Blaise was especially nice, and even Pansy seemed to warm up to me. I don't know if it was genuine, but in that moment I just wanted to show Maya how well I could live without her. Without her drama and her accusations. She was so open when we became roommates and soon to be best friends.

She was a true Ravenclaw.

We shared the weirdest moments. I just remember seeing her lying on the carpet in our bedroom, very first day of Hogwarts, trying to figure out if she could play cards upside down without magic and how gravity affected her blood flow. And I played along.

But now she is someone else. I don't blame her for changing, we all do. A few months ago I wouldn't have believed anyone who would have told me that Draco and I would be- close.

"So you're coming to Hogsmeade with us later?" I look up at Blaise and he smiles over. I nod, taking another bite of my English muffin.

"Awesome, now we have six people in our double-"

"-Blaise, how is your mom doing?" I glance at Draco, his eyes trained on Blaise, who looks a little taken aback.

"Uh- great! She's fine, why?" Draco shrugs, eating his eggs and I furrow my eyes but smile at him. He is indeed odd.

On our way down the cold path, we all hug our jackets and scarfs tighter. Some Slytherin couples were also coming along. In fact, only couples. Even Pansy had a guy she is clinging to- but not without giving Draco a glance ever so often. But he ignores her, walking beside me and talking to me softly, his blue eyes sparkling when we exchange words.

But there was something- a hesitant feeling between us. Not a tension, but it seems like something is crushing down on him, slowly. And I wonder why he wouldn't tell me.

"How long have you been a couple now?" I glance to my right, making sure the red haired girl is indeed talking to me. I take a double glance and her icy blue orbs bore into me.

"Me- and Draco?" I ask and her boyfriend and the girl are chuckling, holding hands now.

"Yes." She confirms and dips her chin low while doing so. I sigh, only catching Draco's side eye briefly before shaking my head.

"We're not dating." I say and try to laugh my inner awkward self off, but she just raises an eyebrow and nods slowly.

"Right." She says and smirks towards her boyfriend. I hold back any comments, turning forward again. Well, that's not weird at all. And Draco didn't even say-

"-she wishes though, I'll let her date me if she transfers to Slytherin. Maybe." He then speaks up and I grin at him. The red haired girl laughs and the rest of the group does too. I shake my head at him and he winks, placing an arm around my shoulders now.

It still wasn't gone. That feeling about him.

Luckily The Three Broomsticks was close to the train station so we didn't have to spend too much time in the cold, freezing our toes off.

Inside we sit at a large table in the corner. All couples together, and I get the feeling that I am set up with Draco on purpose. I actually already had that feeling as soon as everyone joined us at the train station.

"He's staring." Draco mumbles under his breath, only me hearing him. I glance up at him and follow his intense glare. That could usually only mean one thing.

Harry Potter. And there he sits with his friends. Ron and Hermione. Harry is looking at me but casts his eyes down as soon as I catch him. I frown, he must be like the others, wondering what I am doing with Slytherins, especially Draco. I fold my hands on the table, pulling and twisting my fingers. But not popping them- I hate when people do that.

"Let him, he's not harming anyone." I reply and wait for him to meet my eyes. After a few seconds he sighs, looking back at me. And there it is again, that look in his eyes. I can't describe it.

"Everything okay?" I whisper, not in the mood to draw any more attention to me. He nods hesitantly, looking down at my hands and taking one into his, holding my fingers, playing with the ring on my pointy finger. The ring.

"What's this one for? You never told me." He asks, rolling it around my finger, trying to take a better look at it. I don't know how I could forget about it.

"Cedric gave it to me." I whisper and see his hand stop in its movements before he continues. He probably saw that coming. I carefully take my hand from his and put them in my lap. I twist off the ring as Draco sits up straight, his hands in his own lap. He clenches his jaw and doesn't look at me. Even after I say his name softly.

I place the ring into my pocket, reaching out and grasping his hand in mine again. And he focuses on my fingers, the ring now gone.

He looks up at me, frowning and I sigh, giving him a small smile. He returns it and I finally can connect to some of the Slytherins. They aren't nearly as bad as everyone makes them out to be. Just really witty and quite funny.

But you could definitely tell they belong into Slytherin.

Draco's attention never really left Harry and only twenty minutes into arriving and having good conversations, he stands up in a swift motion, making his way around the table and walking straight to the trio. I jump up and follow him. Just like the eyes of his housemates.

"What is your problem, Potter." He spits his name like its made of venom, folding his arms across his chest. Harry seems startled but stands up, just a tad shorter than Draco.

Hermione glares at Draco along with Ron. I step forward and place a hand on his shoulder but he doesn't take his eyes off Harry.

"What do you mean, Malfoy." Harry tries to sound just as hateful as Draco but to be honest, he was too good to sound cruel.

"You know exactly what I mean." He says through gritted teeth, hand over his pocket, ready to pull out his wand but I hold his arm, his eyes finally glancing at me, if only briefly.

"Leave them alone, Draco. Please." I say, hoping to sound convincing.

"Listen to your new girlfriend, Malfoy." Ron suddenly speaks up with a snarl and I am nearly too slow, Draco's wand points at Ron, ready to cast a spell.

"Stop!" I pull at his wrist, taking his wand but glare at Ron. I never did anything to them.

"Why do we have to fight?" I ask, trying to figure out the reason. But Hermione beats me to it.

"Because- because your death eater friend is fighting for the wrong side." She whispers hastily and jumps up and storms off, Ron and Harry quick to follow. Hermoine nearly seemed to regret what she said after the words spilled out of her mouth. Her wide eyes going back to me a few times before she is out.

I am frozen to the spot, scared to make a wrong move. Was she serious? How would she now? A Death Eater? Cedric was most likely killed by one of them- I speculated for a long time after his death. And Harry was the only one in the maze with him when it happened. He saw the Dark Lord. I believed him. I still do.

I don't look over, even after hearing him whisper my name multiple times. Before I can even say anything, I turn away and run out quickly, running until there is no more air in my lungs. And I happen to see Hermione's curly hair. I take a big breath and jog towards them.

"Hey- Hermione, Harry! Wait!" They stop and turn around, confused but curious.

"What do you want?" Ron steps forward and glares, I frown, holding my arm and playing with the fabric of my jacket.

"I- I didn't-"

"-Ron! Stop it!" Hermione hits him over the head, he winces and glares at her but she looks at me. Like she wants to apologize.

"How do you know?" I ask before she can say anything and they all look at each other. My eyes drifting from Hermione to Ron to Harry and back.

"(Y/N), I'm sorry. It's just obvious, isn't it?" Harry speaks up, tilting his head to the side slightly. I feel overwhelmed, my heart beating fast and I suddenly am warm.

"Why- how would it be obvious? And why do you hate me so much?" I look directly at Ron at the end, but he focuses his eyes on my shoes.

"Don't mind him, he's a bloody idiot." Hermione says and Ron rolls his eyes, finally looking up at me.

"Are you one of them too? A- death eater?" He whispers the last words and leans forward a few inches, glancing around to make sure nobody heard.

"Why would I? You know what happened to Cedric. How could I ever support-" I drift off, shaking my head at his question. I lose focus and realize my blurry vision. The first warm tear rolls down my cheek, I look up. But it doesn't help.

"Can you think before you talk? Just for once?" Hermione scolds him and steps forward, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"(Y/N)!" We all turn to the voice behind me, Draco runs up, catching his breaths as he slows down. He tries not to look at them. I can see it. And I am glad he didn't make a rude remark. Yet.

"What?" I ask, crossing my arms and sucking my lower lip between my teeth. The tears roll nonetheless.

"Are you coming back? I need to talk to you." He sounds weak, his voice deeper and I glance back at the three for a second. They're all looking, Harry seems even more confused than me.

"I don't know. I think I should go home-"

"-please, (Y/N)-" He turns his head to the side for a second, licking his upper lip and mumbling words before turning back to face me. "-Just talk to me, okay?" He blinks a few times and now I see the redness in them, he digs his hands into his pockets.

"Okay." I whisper back and cross my arms, holding my elbows in my hands. I look back at them one last time, waving. "Get home safe." I say and they all nod, Hermoine pulling Ron and Harry gives me one last glance. I nod at him and he sighs, walking off.

"Do you believe them?" I turn back towards him. Brows pushed together tightly as I try to think. I squeeze my eyes shut, more tears falling down. I feel his hands on my upper arms and open my eyes. I look up at him.

"I don't know." I get out before sobbing, my whole view on him shifting back and forth. How could I be so blind? It would make sense. Of course it does. But I can't handle the pressure of choosing, not again. I already lost my friends and people who I loved.

He wants to take me into his arms. Hugging is rare with him and I hate that I am denying him. But I take a step back. "I'm sorry, Draco." I can't say more before turning around and walking quickly. I would walk all the way home back to Hogwarts if I'd have to.

And this time, he doesn't call my name.

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WIP Wednesday Monday

I was tagged by the wonderful @r6shippingdelivery Thank you! 💜

Tagging @nightwingshero @xqueengrimmrux @chuckhansen @keeganxloganshipnameiswalruss and anyone else who wants to do it!!

This is for the upcoming chapter to Jade Helm and there’s quite a few things I’m gonna change or add onto this section. I was like half asleep when I wrote it 😅. I still can’t believe we’re here...the dreaded outbreak. Can’t wait for you guys to read it!

Thirty minutes later they were back at base and in their room where Skylar was chowing down on her pizza. And in the middle of those thirty minutes Alex changed his mind and decided to have some pizza as well.

“This is so good.”

He looked over at her to see the happiness spread across her face. Who knew having some pizza would make Skylar this happy? It was also cute, like a kid in a candy store. He didn’t say anything but laugh and continue to watch her eat in happiness.

“I need Specialists Doc, Glaz, Kapkan, Smoke, Buck, Ying, Tachanka, Phoenix, Lion, Thermite and Finka to my office.”

The happiness on her face quickly turned into annoyance and she set her food down. “This better be good.”

They both got off the bed to put their shoes one before heading to Six’s office.

xXx

As everyone started to funnel their way into Six’s office and take a seat, they all looked around at each other, trying to figure out what was going on.

“Does anyone know what’s going on?”

“That’s why we’re here, Jordan.”

Thermite glared over at Skylar and shook his head. “Thank you captain obvious.”

She scoffed and glanced over at Ying, giving her a small nod. Even though her and Ying don’t really get along they could put their differences away and work as a team.

The room went back to being quiet as they waited for Six to come into the room, all wondering what this could be about, then it clicked into Skylar's mind. Ash. Could this have to do with this outbreak in New Mexico? Now it made her even more curious and anxious to find out.

After a few, long minutes Six finally entered the room, going directly to the front. She looked around the room, glancing at every operator before she began to speak. “Yesterday I sent Ash and Jager to New Mexico to get intel on the sudden outbreak that struck the town of Truth and Consequence. I just heard from her a few hours ago, she’s asked specifically for Thermite and Phoenix.”

Skylar and Thermite glanced over at each other with curious eyes. This was going to be interesting.

“You guys leave tonight, along with Specialist Senaviev. You’re our leading Spetsnaz operator and the most experienced, I’m sure you’ll be able to help Ash with what she needs. As for everyone else, I’ll debrief you now with what I know and you all leave in the morning.”

She looked around as everyone nodded their heads in acknowledgement. “Specialist Tachanka, Thermite and Phoenix you’re dismissed. Pack what you need, you guys leave in an hour.”

They all got out of their chairs and went out into the hallway, knowing all eyes were on them. Now something felt off, Six was in a hurry to get them to New Mexico, maybe this outbreak was bigger than she anticipated.

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Chapter 6: The Order of the Phoenix

TW: character experiencing PTSD and flashbacks

Iset and Regulus were drinking tea in the dining room when Sirius and Remus arrived. Sirius watched his brother as he moved across the room to take a seat near him. The room was huge and the table could easily seat twenty people. Kreacher had put out a tablecloth and a Slytherin green table runner. The whole thing made Sirius think of too many meals filled with the uncomfortable silence of four people eating in such a large room.

Sirius still wasn’t completely sure why this girl was here. He remembered that she had been in his year at Hogwarts, in Slytherin of course. He couldn’t remember her name though, something long and foreign. A memory nudged at him, from one of his last summers in Grimmauld Place.

“Mother,” Regulus said. “Iset Senusret has invited me to visit her family in Egypt. Her uncle is willing to take us to study curses on Egyptian tombs.”

Walburga Black studied her youngest son over her teacup.

“Senusret? I don’t recognize that name.”

“It’s a very old Egyptian family,” Regulus looks bored, but Sirius is sitting next to him and can see that he’s gripping the letter in his hand too tightly for it to be casual. “Her father is the ambassador, Father must know him.”

“Orion?”

“Yes, Walburga?” Orion Black looks up from The Daily Prophet.

“Senusret?” Walburga prompts, looking annoyed.

“The Egyptian ambassador? Very old wizarding family, from what I understand. Man has good politics.”

Walburga taps her chin with one manicured finger. Regulus cuts in before she speaks. “Miss Senusret has provided a translated and abridged family tree.”

Regulus reads from the letter.

“Regulus, I have spoken to my father as to the status of your family. However, he is very concerned about the sort of company his daughters keep. As your family records are accessible, he was able to assure himself as to your blood status. I am sure your parents, as well-bred individuals, must share similar concerns for their children, so I have enclosed an abridged and translated copy of my genealogy. The full records are on file in the Wizarding Library of Cairo. It is abridged in two ways: one, it includes only the direct line and two, it is cut off at fifty generations.”

Walburga raised an eyebrow at that. Did she look impressed? Sirius shook his head. Walburga was never impressed. He looked closely at Regulus, who took out a small scroll and passed it to his mother. When his mother unrolled it, it became longer and longer. He saw Regulus mouth the word “brilliant” as his parents studied the scroll. Sirius snorted.

So this was that girl. A girl who sent his brother her genealogy. He’d managed to get Regulus to admit that he fancied the girl, but never more than that. He’d never seen the two of them so much as holding hands. Yet, she had been standing with Regulus in the bloody afterlife.

Sirius plunked himself down in a chair and Remus sat beside him. Sirius couldn’t help but notice that it felt very us vs. them. Not that it felt hostile, but it felt like the two groups of people who moved in different worlds. Sirius and Remus looked old sitting across from these two people, and it was worse than when he was around Harry and Harry’s friends because Regulus had always been just a year younger than him. His youthfulness made Sirius feel ancient, and he wasn’t even 40 yet. Remus and Sirius also seemed… shabby. It wasn’t just their clothes; it was the way the Iset and Regulus sat, the way they held themselves, the expressions on their faces. Regulus looked every inch the Black heir that his parents had wanted him to be, and Sirius hated it.

“Mr. Lupin,” Regulus said when neither Sirius or Remus spoke. “Would you mind telling us when exactly it is and perhaps what’s going on. Sirius hasn’t said anything.”

“I haven’t had time to say anything,” Sirius pointed out.

“Sure,” Remus picked up the cup of tea that a muttering Kreacher had poured for him. “Its July 1996.” Both Iset and Regulus blinked, their masks cracking for a second.

“Let me think. You know that the war ended and Voldemort vanished?” The pair nodded.

“Well, he’s back. He came back just over a year ago.” Regulus flinched, his whole body jerked. Iset gave him a worried look.

Sirius spoke before Remus could continue, “What side are you on?”

“Sirius!”

“He was a Death Eater, Remus. If he’s going to go running back to Voldemort, we don’t need to tell him anything.”

“I’m not a Death Eater,” Regulus said.

“Prove it!” Sirius leaned towards him, reaching for his brother’s arm. To Sirius’ surprise, Iset caught his hand.

“How dare you!” Her dark eyes are flashing dangerously. “You don’t know anything. He’s done more to fight Voldemort than either of you.”

For a moment, Sirius thought that he was about to get slapped across the face, but the moment didn't come.

“Iset,” Regulus’ voice was quiet, soothing. “It’s alright. It’s better that he didn't know. The fewer people who know, the less danger I’m in.” Iset settled back in her seat and Regulus put his hand over hers for a moment.

Regulus rolled up his sleeve, the mark was there, but it had faded. “I don’t think that it ever goes away. But make no mistake, the Dark Lord wants me dead.”

Sirius sat back in his seat, studying his brother. For years, he’d had an image of his brother in his mind. His brother who followed exactly what their parents wanted, became a Death Eater, and got cold feet then tried to back out. The idea of Regulus actually standing up to Voldemort threw him for a loop. Regulus hadn’t even stood up to their parents.

“So what did you do?” Sirius asked. It was easy enough for Regulus to say that he wouldn’t go back to Voldemort; snakes can lie. “If I can trust you, then I’ll tell you everything I can.”

Iset was glaring daggers through him, but Sirius ignored it and kept his eye on his brother.

“The Dark Lord sought, probably still seeks, to make himself immortal,” Regulus said, putting down his teacup. “He found an ancient form of magic and sealed part of his soul into an object. He can’t be killed while that object survives. I suspect this is how he returned to power. I discovered the location of this object and retrieved it. I died in the process.”

“So did you retrieve it, or not?” Sirius asked.

“Kreacher!” Regulus called. Kreacher appeared with a crack. “The locket?”

“Here Master,” Kreacher handed Regulus a golden locket wrapped in cloth. Regulus held the chain of the locket with the cloth, careful not to touch it. “Kreacher couldn’t destroy it, master!” Kreacher apologized, bowing his nose to the ground. “Kreacher has punished himself many times, but he can’t destroy it.”

Regulus opened his mouth as if to say something, but Kreacher vanished with a crack before he could speak. Regulus laid the locket on the table. Sirius started to reach for it, curious. Regulus batted his hand away, and Sirius frowned at him.

“Don’t touch it.” Regulus doesn’t say ‘you idiot’, but Sirius can hear it. “It’s nasty, even darker magic than anything in this house.”

“So this is how Voldemort survived,” Remus said, leaning forward and Sirius turned to watch him. Remus used a fork from the table to turn the locket over and inspect it. “This is Slytherin’s locket, is it not?”

“It is,” Regulus said. There was an odd expression on his face and Sirius didn’t know what to make of it. There was a time when Sirius knew what Regulus’ facial expressions meant, but that time had long since gone. Regulus drummed his fingers on the table and there’s a long silence. Sirius couldn’t take his eyes away from the locket. Was a piece of Voldemort’s soul really trapped inside?

“Well,” Regulus finally said into the silence. “Are you going to tell us what is going on or not?”

So they did. Between them, Remus and Sirius, they told Regulus everything that had happened in the last seventeen years. Mostly, Remus spoke and Sirius watched his brother, trying to gauge his reactions. It was strange. He had held in his mind all these years the image of Regulus he’d known while they were still in school: a pompous idiot who was happy to go along with their parents as long as it benefited him. But looking at him now, he seemed so... young, and it made Sirius think of Harry. Regulus didn’t look like the pompous Death Eater Sirius remembered, he looked like a lost kid pretending not to be lost.

When Remus finished with the summary of the fight in the Department of Mysteries they all sat back for a while. Both Iset and Regulus seemed to be trying to digest the information thrown at them. Remus was watching them with his calm, even gaze.

“We need to tell Dumbledore.” It was Sirius who spoke into the silence. Regulus made a face, and to be honest Sirius kind of agreed with him. Sirius hadn’t forgotten the first war; Dumbledore had manipulated the kids on his side, just as much as Voldemort had, even though Dumbledore was on the right side.

“We can imagine that you don’t like him,” Remus said. “But, he’s at the head of the effort against Voldemort. He’s the only wizard Voldemort fears. If anyone needs to know about this locket, it’s him.”

“I suppose,” Regulus said. “But not today. I’d like to have more than two hours back in my body before I have to deal with The Order of The Phoenix.”

Sirius and Remus just blinked at him.

“Oh, the Death Eaters know about your little group,” Regulus waved a hand dismissively. Sirius was thrown back 15 years. The Death Eaters knew, of course, they knew that’s why everyone died. Images, memories, flashed before his eyes: Marlene sprawled across her own doorstep, Fabian and Giddeon lying next to each other with eyes unseeing, blasted ground splattered with blood and bits of Benjy, Alice staring at the ceiling and not responding, Edgar lying on the ground in front of his dead children, James… James.

“Sirius! Sirius! Pads!” He realized that Remus was shaking him. Sirius’ hands were gripping the table so hard his hands were white and his body was trembling.

“I-” Sirius started to speak but no words came to him. He felt a sob threatening to break out of his chest and he covered his face with his hands, trying to focus on calming himself.

He distantly heard someone, probably Regulus, saying “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean.”

“It’s not your fault, it happens.” That must have been Remus. Then Remus was back. He placed his hands on Sirius’ shoulders reassuringly.

“What can you hear, Sirius,” Remus's voice was calm, steadying.

“Your voice.”

“What do you smell?”

“Tea,” his brain latched on to that smell, clawing itself back to the dining room, tea, biscuits.

“Do you know where you are?”

“Grimmauld Place,” he knew that his voice was unhappy. “The dining room. We were here with Reg and that girl.”

“Good.” He could hear Remus sitting down next to him.

“Sorry,” Sirius said gruffly, dropping his hands away from his face.

“It’s not your fault.”

“Regulus left?” Sirius asked even though it was obvious that they were now alone in the room.

“I thought it might be best.”

“Probably.

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emotions-in-a-book · 4 years

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Endowed: Chapter 3 - Last of Routine

The clock hand slowly turns to 7:00am. I run down the hallway, late as usual to my first period class. I rush into the room and take my seat just as soon as the final bell rings and announces that all students should now be in class. Breathing hard, I look over at my neighbor Kayla. Kayla Evergreen was fifteen and had been at Creeds Home since she was two. She was blonde with her hair hanging down her shoulders like a curtain and had pale skin with no sign of a growing tan. Her eyes were natural green eyes but turned hazel whenever she used her power. She could heal any injury with the slightest touch of her pale skin. Kayla remembers nothing about how she came to end up at Creeds Home, she basically grew up here with our teachers and the other students as a family. Kayla is quiet yet charming, anyone who was shy or nervous would easily be able to speak to Kayla, her personality was welcoming for being so quiet so it made it easy to talk to her. Noticing the swift movements of her wrist, I look at the board and I too start taking notes as our history teacher, Mr. Hardwick sets the projector. As usual, my history class began with a lecture on the homework assignment from the day before. I hold my breath and prepare myself for the two-hour lecture on the Aztecs. As the lecture begins, I let my eyes roam around the room. The room was plain and was more like a bedroom because there were so little students. As my eyes reach the end of the room, they lock with Jacob Sky’s eyes, my fellow classmate. Jacob Sky was one of the top students in the class and the most charming and courteous male as well. He was tall and tan, brown wavy hair, and dark blue eyes. His endowment was wind; he controls it and becomes it. Jacob was a different case, he had been at the home as an infant. No one knows how, except that he was here at six weeks and has been raised.

We stare at each other for nearly a minute until our stare is broken by Mr. Hardwick’s thick voice, “Sparks and Sky stop starring at each other and pay attention.”

I quickly turn my face to the front and I feel my face go red with embarrassment. For the rest of the period I tried to pay attention to Mr. Hardwick’s lecture, but fail. My mind wanders receiving a flashback of when I used to play with my brother in our backyard, wondering what would have happened if my parents did not open the door that one day.

The bells ring and everyone leaves the room and heads for second period. I take my time walking to English and when I enter the classroom I sit at my usual seat. Once everyone is inside, my English teacher Ms. Kelsey announces that we will be changing seats. Great, there were only three tables for six students and I was sure I would get a seat next to Jacob. Ms. Kelsey puts the seating chart on the overhead and to my luck I am seated by the window next to Jacob. Why me? I’m a fifteen year-old who is barely able to understand her hormones and it seems like I am making a big deal out of sitting next to a boy. He’s just a boy. I stand and start making my way towards my new seat. Once there I put my books on the table and sit. We have to share a table and I think it would be better if I used as little space as possible. As the rest of the class settles down, I wait silently staring out the window and tapping my fingers lightly on the desk. To my right I feel movement and then hear a small sigh. I turn my head slowly towards Jacob’s direction. He is sitting next to me looking absolutely perfect, so good-looking, and appears to not have a care in the world. Jacob Sky, controller of wind, had a perfect light brown skin tone, brown hair and gorgeous dark blue eyes, which turned a bluish-grey whenever he used his power. I hear my heart beating rapidly and again I feel my face turn red. Class starts and he is sitting there right next to me, oblivious to everyone around him. To me it seems like this class is going to continue on forever. No one wants to learn about Shakespeare.

Towards the end of the class, Ms. Kelsey gives us our assignment for tonight and lets us leave early. As I put my things in order, I accidentally drop my binder. My binder falls and the papers inside fly out in every direction. I bend down and start picking them up. Suddenly, I see a pair of hands handing me a handful of papers. I slowly turn my face upward to see who was handing me the papers, when I am face to face with Jacob. He smiles and hands me the papers saying “Careful Sparks, notes are important”. I take them without a word and as I take my grip on them, I feel my skin and his skin touch. I feel an electric current go through my body and I take my hand away, papers in hand. I murmur a quick “thanks” and stand up abruptly shoving the papers into my bag. I push away from Jacob without looking at him and head towards the door. As I reach the door, I look over my shoulder towards where I left Jacob. I see that he is still at the desk but was looking out the window with an expression that showed sadness yet with a hint of happiness. I turn and head out the doors and into the hallway as the bell rang for third period.

This day just seems to be dragging on and on. I head towards my geometry class as quickly as I can. Once there I sit and try to concentrate on the theorems that Mr. Lewis was trying to teach us, but somehow my mind travels off and lands on Jacob. What could he have been thinking about? Did he feel that electrical current through his body as well? The two-hour class goes by ridiculously fast and next thing I know, I am headed towards lunch.

Lunch is held in our rooms or in the dining room and it was always at the same time, 2:00 pm. I never knew why they liked to have lunch so late and they only gave us one hour of it. I liked to spend my lunch with my friend Kari Springs. Kari has been my friend ever since I matured and has always been there for me when I needed her help. Kari was the simplest girl I had ever met. She was pale-skinned; blue eyed and had black hair that was worn in a pixie cut. Nothing could have described her more but she looked like an evil Snow White, yet she was the sweetest person I ever met. She was only a month younger than me and today she was turning 15. I reach her room and go inside. She is practicing controlling her endowment for our class, Endowment Training. Water is her endowment. There were four of us here that had endowments that were the elements. My brother and I had fire, Adriana had water, and Jacob Sky had wind. Unlike like Kayla and Jacob, Kari was brought in at eight when her parents died in a helicopter crash, with no one else to care for her, she was orphaned and sent here.

I sit on the edge of the bed and take out her gift and my lunch. She is trying to make water morph into little blue round balls and then expanding them into large smooth disks for our next class but was failing. Watching her, I say, “Happy Birthday.”

She stops, turns to me and with her hands on her hips, says, “Thanks. Did you know that besides my roommates, you have been the only person in this entire place that has wished me Happy Birthday?”

She walks towards me and gives me a hug. I hug her back and reach around her to grab her gift. I give it to her and her face has a huge smile on her face. She gives me another hug and sits next to me.

Taking the small paper package, she opens the packaging and takes out the blue beaded bracelet I had made for her. Her eyes lit up and responds “Thanks! I love it!”.

She puts it on and continues “I saw how Jacob kept looking at you during history class. I think he likes you.”

I turn red with embarrassment.

Seeing my face, she laughs, “I thought so. You like him too but you don’t want to admit it!”

Before I can respond, the door opens and Jacob steps inside. My face turns redder because I knew he must have heard our conversation. He steps inside, sits on his bed and turns to both of us eyes staring at both at us.

Smiling, he says, “You know I have always been curious about what happens in this room when you guys are in here alone. And because it is your birthday, Kari, I have decided to spend my lunch in here to celebrate with you. I hope that’s okay with you and Stacy.”

Smiling she answers, “Of course you can stay.”

She winks at me and continues, “After all I can not stop you for it is also your room and because we would love your company.”

“Thanks. What did you guys have in mind?” He answered has he took out his lunch and leaned on the pillows on his bed.

“Oh nothing really. I thought we could just practice for Endowment Training class. I really need it even though Stacy here has already morphed fire into something.” She said as she walked over to the small fridge in the corner and took out a sandwich. The best part about lunch? We all have small fridges to stock up on snacks for when we stay in our rooms. The dining hall is an option to receive food and take it back to the rooms. The fridge was a nice perk in case we did not want to head to the dining room.

Turning to me, he asks, “Is it true, Stacy? What have you morphed fire into?”

Trying real hard not to stutter, I answer, “Yeah it is true. I morphed fire into a small figure of a phoenix. I just need to practice on controlling it, though.”

“Can I see it?”

“Um… Maybe in class.”

“Oh come on. Please, Stacy? I’ll show you what I morphed wind into and then Adriana can shows us her progress. Please?” He begs me and keeps looking at me that I find myself saying yes.

“Okay. I’ll do it, but like I said I need more practice and don’t blame me if I accidentally burn you or something.”

“Don’t worry. I think we can trust you.” He says calmly.

I stand up and distance myself from Kari and Jacob and place my self in the center of the spacious room. As I calm myself, I see them waiting patiently with curious faces. I slowly raise my right hand and set my mind on the figure of a phoenix. A small flame builds on my palm. I concentrate harder and the flame grows and grows becoming wilder with exotic colors of red, yellow, and orange. Taking my time so that I do not lose my concentration, the flame takes the shape of small ball and slowly wings spread out taking the shape of a small phoenix with small flames jumping off. Being no bigger than a tennis ball, I let it hover over my palm for a moment and then I close my palm making the phoenix disappear into thin air and only leaving smoke behind in its place. I hear Kari whisper “wow” in the background. I smile with satisfaction that I actually had some control of what I was doing and that I had been able to form the phoenix successfully even if it looked like a tiny bird. I turn and move back to sit next to Kari and turn to Jacob.

“Now it is your turn to keep your side of the bargain.” I said smiling as I opened a water bottle.

“Of course, but I don’t think mine will be as good as yours.” He said in return.

He stations himself in the middle of the room as I did and prepares himself. Kari leans over and whispers, “That was great. You need to teach me how you did it.”

“Just concentrate.” I whisper back.

I turn my attention back to Jacob and see that he has raised both arms. Without breathing, I see wind moving slowly and wrapping around both of his hands. I hear his deep breathing and as he expands his hands in the opposite direction slowly, I see a small figure of a wolf starting to take shape. With his hands expanding in the opposite direction the wolf increases in size with the wind whirling around it furiously. The wolf is now at least two feet long, moving its tail and sniffing around. The objects in the room begin to blow in every direction due to the wind but Jacob is cautious and notices the sudden disturbance that he is causing. He crushes his hands together with such force that makes the wolf disappear and makes the papers in the room fly around like a tornado. He smiles at me and starts to pick the papers up from the floor. Out of breath of what just had happened Kari and I also start to help pick up the mess that Jacob had caused.

We finish and Jacob says, “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to do that. I guess I need more control. Next time it will be better. Trust me.”

“It’s okay. Everyone needs practice. No one is perfect.” I answer back smiling.

We look at each other until Kari speaks up, “You guys need to teach me how you just did that! You guys make my disks look wimpy. I need an animal to morph water into. But like what animal can I morph it into? A horse is so cliche, I need something cooler. I mean y’alls aren't cliche but like I want mine to be different. Please can you guys help me within the next 15 minutes of lunch left?”

“Of course we’ll help you, but what animal did you have in mind?” Jacob said turning his gaze at Kari and sitting next me on the bed.

“I was thinking about that and I thought it would be best if I tried morphing water into the shape of a whale.”

“All you have to do is put your mind to the figure of the whale and extend your hand from your body so the figure can grow into the shape. Remember stay focus and concentrate.” He said sternly.

The first three minutes were a torture for her as she kept trying and failing as she got the whale made but couldn’t seem to make it grow any bigger than a foot long. It started as a watery blob but then Kari progressed as she slowly added fins and a tail. As Kari progressed and failed in making her figure grow, Jacob and I just watched, commented her, and ate our lunch silently not talking to each other. Within ten minutes passing Kari succeeds in morphing water into a whale. “Wow” she whispers to herself when the whale is three feet long is flowing with water non-stop through out its body. She had succeeded in adding details as well. How? We do not know but she was able to grasp the concept fast. She then closes her palm and the whale slowly disappears leaving no water behind. Without warning she screams with joy scaring us both with one of her bear hugs. Releasing us from her hug the bell rings for fifth period class, Chemistry. We throw away our trash, grab our bags and leave the room with Kari leading us out the room.

We walk to Chemistry class and take our seats. We never learned anything in the class but we just had to pretend we were paying attention for Ms. Christenson never noticed if we did or did not. Class goes by ridiculously fast again. The day had gone from dragging on to going by fast. Everyone in class heads out to sixth period class which starts at 5:05pm. We all headed to Endowment Training and this was the only time where everyone was together.

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We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

Camazotz, the God of Bats, whose origins stem from Ancient Mayan Mexico. He is now Sun-Wukong’s assistant.

FC NAME/GROUP: Park Seojoon GOD NAME: Camazotz PANTHEON: Mayan OCCUPATION: Works as assistant to Wukong HEIGHT: 1,86m WEIGHT: 69kg DEFINING FEATURES: Marks that resemble scars on his back where his batwings sprout, head of a bat in his original form, strong eyebrows, usually wears a suit and generally dresses in blacks, greys or whites

PERSONALITY: Camazotz (or as he decided more modernly Camamor, shortened to Caça) is stoic in his day to day, especially now that he works for Wukong who to him is the penultimate of disorganized management, often having to deal with the god’s tasks in the business. He doesn’t let go much information about himself and tends to hold a respectful distance. He can however be very blunt and direct, not beating around the bush even with those he cherishes, and appears cold-hearted. Even with his daughter he maintains a relationship that would appear to be distant and disapproving. He doesn’t usually communicate it if he’s happy or proud though he is absolutely not devoid of these emotions. It takes a certain attitude towards him to receive this attitude back, for example a setting with friends in which they can relax.

HISTORY: (Sorry this is very long i tried my best to cut down to essentials but i didn’t want to hold back parts of his story from you on the app!) It’s been a long time since Camazotz first saw the light and started dwelling between the underworld, the middleworld and the upperworld. As the God of Bats he had a home, Zotzilaha the House of Bats, in the underworld, Xibalba. And for a long time that had been where he lived and spent most of his time. Camazotz wasn’t particularly interested in the other worlds, finding his duty in harbouring the souls that came to the underworld as he would occasionally cut a body from its soul and made sure all the dead that arrived would be accounted for down the line. It was tedious at times but dutiful work.

It was when the Hero twins arrived in Xibalba to avenge their father that things started to change. At the end the twins were considered heroes and as such he was practically a hero killer. Was this who he was? With this loss for the lords of the underworld Camazotz started to find his own purposes. He started mixing into the middleworld more and exploring what humans did exactly while they were alive. Why they were so terrified of death. He had heard their stories while working as a guide and accountant of sorts in the underworld but stories were just stories, he couldn’t identify with what they told him. Until he saw for himself.

In this new age for Camazotz the god decided he wanted to try to live as them and experience this world supposedly rich of beauty and love. He had no idea what that was. He found himself a body, severed the soul from it and through his hard effort made it his own. The man he took was a noble, working as a government official. It was as he guided the soul to the underworld that he had his first lesson in why people were afraid of death. The man begged him, not for his own life, but for his wife and 20 year old daughter to be taken care of by Camazotz. He was afraid for those closest to him. Camazotz decided to heed this request as he sent the noble off, promising he would take care of them for good fortune to befall his wife and daughter. As such he returned, taking the body and hiding it for his own use once the request had been fulfilled. He saw worry and fear first, confusion and a loss of direction. Then he saw pain and shame as the mother and daughter were starting to get accused of murder and hiding the body. The noble man his family were cutting them from their family tree as if they never were part of it. Now it was despair and anger. Soon they were forced to leave their house and were cast out. It was at this point that the bat god began to understand what it was like to be human and why the man had feared his own death for the sake of his family. He watched the two women scrambling for help and food but very little people wanted to associate with them in fear of also being cast out. Camazotz thought this, the world is unfair. And that was a fundamental fact that could not be changed.

The next 7 years were spent by Camazotz securing a place for the women to live, and killing anyone who could mean them harm. But during all that time he hadn’t come to know their feelings or understood them. Camazotz thought his work was done and waited out the days for the two to pass away. However, to his surprise one of the two died earlier than he expected. The mother had been in the kitchen, and in the whim of the moment stabbed herself in the chest and killed herself. The bat watched her bleed out from a corner, and as the daughter came in moments later saw her shake her mother’s body to no avail. She cradled her dying mother as she cried, asking her why and telling her she loved her. The god his conclusion on this was simple; He must had failed, she must’ve not been happy, and he had no idea what happiness meant.

The daughter now was the only one who had remained of the family, but that was also not meant to last long as she picked up the knives and her pitchfork. She left her mother behind in the house and travelled back to where she came from, her father’s house. She watched it for a few moments till she continued on her way and made it to the house of her old family. And with his help she went on a rampage. One girl was not a big fight, so she was quick to fall, but that didn’t matter to the God. He returned to his original form and slayed everyone in the house to fulfil her wishes.

With his promise done Camazotz returned to the body he preserved in Xibalba and spent considerable time and effort unifying himself with it. The body became part of him, another shape that he could access with effort. Although he could never betray his home in Xibalba he distanced himself from it and began to explore the world, for centuries roaming the middleworld before he looked for contact with the upperworld to understand more. He was curious about them, what it was like to be revered and considered ‘good’ and what exactly consisted being ‘good’. For centuries he studied the intricacy of morality.

Most recently this search has lead him to Mount Phoenix where he currently works and lives. He likes to think he has come far in his discovery of the human emotions and life, and morality. Camazotz even feels regret in how he handled the situation when he first decided to come to the middleworld, but knows that he knew no better. He remains out of touch with the underworld although if he is required to do something there he does return and carries out his duties.

POWERS: Shapeshift into a bat, turn into his original form but turning back into a human form takes considerable time and effort, can travel to the Mayan underworld Xibalba (not in human form), can cut the silver thread of life that joins the body to the soul STRENGTHS: Precision, adaptability, loyalty, unwavering WEAKNESSES: Controlling, demanding, autonomous

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