#I had one that had like wizard in it somewhere like fuck off leave the wizards outta this

[solradguy]

Hovering over every new follower's URL ready to block them because it's impossible to tell who is and isn't a bot until you look at their bio and feeling like this when I see they're a real person

#textpost #These damn bots have gotten too good at generating URLs that sound like real people #I had one that had like wizard in it somewhere like fuck off leave the wizards outta this

[hazbin-writings-and-musings]

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader Smutty Headcanons

I promised on this LM x Reader post things would get spicy soon, so here we are, coming so far from my first post! Just the first of probably many more smutty Lucifer posts, because we all know this man fucks and we all want a piece.

Warnings: SMUT

- This man legitimately loves everything about eating pussy. He loves performing it, he loves bragging about how well he performs it, he loves giving tips because he believes in respecting the craft, and he loves putting down anyone too entitled to provide what he sees as this most enjoyable of services for one's partner. You don't even have to ask him to go down on you, it'll be one of the first things he offers, and he'll regularly ask if you're interested in letting off a little steam. Having the ability to extend and shapeshift his tongue into having an opposable forked tip makes him capable of techniques beyond your wildest fantasies, and whether you like to receive from above or below, he's equally down to have you seated on his face or laying back to enjoy yourself.

- He's not poorly or overly endowed for a man of his size, but he's also quite literally the one who originally proved that size doesn't matter in the slightest, and he's had thousands of years to perfect those original techniques. From position to tempo, he's mastered everything he needs to hit the G-spot with impeccable accuracy, and his hands will be quite busy seeking out where you most enjoy attention as he rides you with the power and virility of an untamed stallion. All this combined results in a mind blowing time for you, every time, and he's got the stamina to answer all of your repeated requests for another round.

- Nevermind the magic he can work with his tongue or his dick, the King of Hell is also a wizard with his fingers. He's even got a carpal tunnel roller just to keep his dexterity in top shape for when his skills are needed. Finding your clit is effortless for him, and he'll show it all the love he thinks you deserve, responding eagerly to your feedback in the moment and putting his mouth to use on your neck as he does so. Whether you want him inside, outside or both at the same time, he's happy to provide, and he'll gladly push his wrists to the limit if it leaves you properly satisfied.

- If you offer to be the one servicing him, he'll happily accept, and you'll quickly find his mannerisms shift quite considerably when he's on the receiving end. He starts out confident, offering banter to match your own, but as soon as your mouth gets to work, his demeanor changes. A grin becomes an open mouthed moan, his hands tenderly take hold of you to ground himself, and witty quips turn to soft and needy sighs. The more heated things get, the more he loses himself, but it's a great way for you to gauge how well you're performing. Growls and an appearance of his horns are a sign he's really having a good time, especially considering he's always got steam to blow off. Particularly rough days will result in him losing all control by climax; fully extended wings and horns, an unfurled tail he wraps about you, hair disheveled and clinging to a fine layer of sweat, and more than a few reality bending bursts of power surging around the both of you. It's his favorite way to end the day on a good note. He'll pull his fingers from your hair as he breathlessly apologizes for the show, but the both of you know watching him go feral is part of the fun.

- The afterglow is peak cuddle time for him, and he'll be in no hurry to get dressed if there's somewhere either of you needs to be, so more than a few of his duties will end up delayed thanks to post-coital bliss. All six wings will seek you out for a fluffy embrace, and if the two of you are at all winded, the otherworldly softness of Archangel feathers might make staying awake quite impossible. Should you have some energy to spare though, he'll want to actively enjoy the snuggle. Hearing you breathe, feeling his skin against yours, and engaging in pillow talk just make him the happiest little guy. Such moments really allow him to let his guard down, and you might hear him speak with a softness and hopefulness that rarely leaves the bedroom, but he's just as interested in listening as he is in talking. Don't be too surprised if he drifts off with his head in your boobs though.

#hazbin #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel imagine #lucifer imagine #lucifer x reader #lucifer #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar headcanons #lucifer morningstar imagine #lucifer morningstar #lucifer morningstar smut #hazbin x reader #x reader #x female reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer smut

[rax-writes]

Rolan x Reader

↬ Warnings: afab!reader, oral and fingering (f!receiving), cumming untouched (Rolan), sub!Rolan. MDNI!

The noises filling the room are positively obscene. A cacophony of curses and moans fill the air, both from you and from the Master of Ramazith’s Tower – whose face is currently buried between your thighs, lying comfortably atop the lush comforter of his bed, one hand holding one of your thighs to keep it spread open, the other fucking you with two skillful fingers as his tongue lavishes attention on your clit.

Although your relationship with Rolan wasn’t new, the sexual escapades of the relationship were, so the two of you were still discovering turn-ons and kinks of one another’s. But gods, was he a quick learner. This was the first time he’d ravished you with his mouth, and it only took one or two pointers for him to have your entire body glistening with sweat, practically screaming as he brought you to climax for a second time.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you had the sense to be pleasantly surprised at how much Rolan seemed to be enjoying himself. Every groan and moan that fell from his lips caused your body to twitch and jerk from the vibrations of it against your clit, and the few times you glanced down at him, he seemed to be grinding his hips into the mattress. The fact that he was getting off on eating you out was enough to send you hurtling toward the edge of your second climax, one hand grabbing a fistful of his hair in a firm grip, the other grabbing one of his beautiful horns and pulling him even closer to your quivering cunt.

“Gods, Rolan! So good, my love, you’re doing so good. You’re so good – fuck!”

You came with another strangled cry of his name, barely registering the sound of whimpering preceding a few murmurs of your name. Still feeling as though you're floating, you feel Rolan retreat from between your legs, and move upwards on the bed to rest his head on your shoulder, nuzzling into your neck. Once your breathing steadied, you tapped the top of his head, and he mirrored the lopsided smile you wore when he looked up at you.

“May I return the favor?” you asked, voice breathless but sultry.

“Oh, that’s not – that’s not necessary,” Rolan quickly answered, and you could swear he turned a few shades of red darker.

“I know it’s not necessary, but I want to,” you noted, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. Your fingertips brushing over the shell and point of his ear sent a shiver through him. “But if you aren’t comfortable with that –”

“No, no, darling, it’s not that,” he hurriedly explained, then let out an awkward, dry laugh. “I am, um…. I have enjoyed myself a sufficient amount already.”

With furrowed brows, you opened your mouth to ask him to clarify, when you realized the groin area of his robes felt slightly damp where it pressed against your leg. Rolan expected you to tease him, or comfort him in a way that would only make him feel belittled. Instead, a wicked grin spread across your face, and he became the one with furrowed brows.

You ran your fingertip over the point and sides of his ear again, following it down his jawline, before hooking a finger under his chin to tilt his head upwards.

“Do I taste that good, my pretty wizard?” you purred, and Rolan’s eyes fluttered shut, a shaky exhale leaving his lips. “Or was it me telling you how good you were to me? Or, perhaps, me pulling on your pretty horns and pretty hair?"

“Yes,” he breathed, too lost in the feeling of your other hand carding through his hair before tracing circles on his back.

“Yes to which, sweetheart? Use your words.”

“All of it.”

“Good boy,” you praised, and Rolan let out the faintest groan.

You hummed amusedly, leaning down to kiss him – much too quickly for his liking, as he chased after you for more. You stopped him with a finger to his lips, and stated, “Don’t be greedy.”

#[ringing the dinner bell] come and get it my beloved rolan enjoyers #god bless drizztdohurtin bc fiending for rolan on her blog is what gave me enough crumbs of will to write #bg3 rolan #rolan bg3 #rolan x tav #tav x rolan #rolan x reader #reader x rolan #bg3 fan fiction #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fic #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fan fic #bg3 fanfiction #rolan fanfiction #rolan fan fiction #rolan fanfic #holy rolan empire #baldurs gate 3 fanfiction #my writing

[wtftarot]

PAC: The Sun

The Sun stands as the counterpart to the Moon. Representing clarity, the Sun leaves nothing in shadow. It speaks of blessings and growth. What do you need to learn from the Sun today? Let's fuck around and find out.

As always this reading is meant for entertainment purposes only and is not a substitute for professional advice in any way. Remember, use common sense, and don't be a dumbass.

Masterlist

Pick the Sunflowers, the Kid or the Horse and head on to your reading.

The Sunflowers page cups Rx, Justice, 7 swords, the Fool, three cups, the hierophant Rx, temperance rx

A lot of things are lookin hazy for y'all, huh group one? The energy here is super interesting. First, y'all are entering an era that will redefine what you think it means to have a balanced life. You'll figure out what it means for you specifically. Which is awesome but that's not the focal point of your reading. There's something here that feels very sneaky, not in a harmful sorta way, more like a heist. It's like you're heisting yourself back. I fuckin love that. I think y'all may have lost yourself or a part of yourself somewhere along the way. The cards aren't saying how or why, which I feel is significant. While whatever happened had its impact, it's so much less important than this, than you, finding yourself again. Now you're scheming and plotting ways to get yourself back and it's beautiful. There's so much excitement and joy here. You may still have to hide them because of circumstances outside of your control but you're not burying them. You should feel absofuckinlutly no shame about it, fyi. You had to adapt, that's all. Now though, you are plotting and planning yourself towards a life that you don't have to adapt yourself to. The clarity you're getting is clarity of self. Things in your life feel a little hazy and off because they kinda are. You only "fit" your life as it is now because you lost those parts of yourself. Things were always 'off'. You edited yourself to what the situation called for. So, as you find yourself, you won't 'fit' the roles in life you used to. You're stepping into a life that gets you. A life where those parts of you are celebrated. Moving forward you may not get many satisfactory answers from sources outside of yourself on what to do. That's cause this is a time where you are creating the answers. You may find yourself doing a lot of inner-child work in the next few months. Deconstructing outdated teachings, or just seeing through bullshit you once thought to be true. Your awareness of when you are or are not acting in favor of your true self is being heightened. Now, this all feels like the inner-shift that has to happen before the external changes. So, you may wanna seek out some alone time or journal your thoughts cause I'm willing to bet you'll be having some epiphanies or ah-ha moments. This is awesome, babe. It's gonna be beautiful to see.

random ass vibes: Cats, 8,888, the wizard of oz, My Chemical Romance, shout out to all y'all with adhd/autism. religious upbringing? Red, "you can't buy happiness- steal it", goldenrod, something about acrylic nails? first time getting them? owls.

The Kid

The Sun rx, Nine of Swords Rx, Four of Cups Rx, Page of Wands, Knight of Cups, Eight of Wands Rx, Nine of Wands Rx, King of Swords Rx

This reading was interesting as hell to do. The short version is: Y'all are intuitive, you're just not letting yourselves simply BE intuitive. You try to force things or second-guess others and it's fucking you over. 

There is a message that you may be spending too much on different divination tools when you don't need them. This reading is cool and frustrating. I had to walk away from your cards because every time I tried to read them, the message was muddled and contradicting itself? I'm writing this a day later because now that I'm not trying to force it, it's flowing like the goddamn Mississippi. I didn't even plan to get back to your reading yet. It's like 6,7 am? I was just drinking my coffee and the reading became clear. Which is the whole ass point of your reading. Everyone has different intuitive psychic skills and different skill levels but if y'all chose this group? Y'all are pretty fuckin psychic. Or you could be if you got over some self-doubt and shit. When I said you're not letting yourselves be intuitive, I mean you may be relying too much on divination tools and signs instead of your intuition. You can strengthen your intuitive gifts, and learn to interpret them more accurately but you can't force it. It seems like you've become so focused on trying to pick up on things psychically, that you're not even living in the moment anymore. Which leads us to the other side of this coin. When you're determined to know and see more when there's nothing there, you can start to take your anxieties for hits cause they're the only thing you got. It's sorta like how when you're looking into a dark space, and you start seeing things that ain't there. Which understandably makes you freaked out, then when the anxieties don't come true you doubt yourself cause your "intuition" was wrong. Truth is not everything is a sign or a hit. Sometimes a number's just a number and a bird's just a bird. A bad feeling in your gut is just your gut feeling bad. Truth also is sometimes true psychic hits are kinda dumb, most of the hits I get regularly are just my cat needing something. It's okay if your intuition is just when produce is on sale. You ARE psychic. You're also human. All of this is confusing and that's okay. We're always confused until we figure things out. This all came out with the Sun in reverse because y'all expect your intuition to be clear the way your other senses are clear. You're looking outside of yourself for something that dwells inside of you. The advice here is to learn to trust your inner instincts. I keep hearing "Play psychic games". Scry out what animals you're going to see the next day. Try to intuit what suit a card is before you turn it over. Being psychic isn't (always) foreshadowing doom, it can be super fun. Try to get readings on non-serious topics. Let your intuition flow and play.

y'all have no random ass vibes because you need to stop relying on external confirmation of your intuition.

The Horse

This reading may be triggering, I'm not sure if feelings of not deserving love are a trigger but just to be safe. If you struggle with depression, anxiety, or the like please seek professional help. I'm just a chick with a computer and a deck of cards. Remember, don't do anything to compromise your safety.

I took some time between readings, and leading up to your reading horses kept popping up everywhere. I knew this reading would be different. I did pull some cards, but they feel unnecessary because y'all's guides are just talking to me. Why are y'all so convinced you won't get a happy ending? Mind out of the gutter, please. Thank you. You seem to be utterly convinced that you will never have a solid, safe, joyful life? "None of that is for me" is what I keep hearing. It's like there is one way to be happy, one sort of life that leads to happiness, and if you do not conform to that you're just doomed to die alone in squalor? There's this energy of I cannot do things my way and be happy. I can't be myself and loved. I just heard " I don't get to.." As in I don't get to be myself. I don't get to be loved. I don't know who made you feel that way but they better fucking hope I never see them. Or better yet, hope that future you never meets them. Cause sweetie, this reading? It's about your comeback. And HOLY FUCK YALL THIS WILL BE A HELL OF A COMEBACK. There's this overwhelming feeling of happy, unbridled defiance rearing its head in you. If you haven't felt it yet, you will soon babe don't worry. This may just be a heads-up. Defiance in the face of every fucking thing that makes you feel like you'll never get what you want. SPITE. That's what yall are embracing. I FUCKING LOVE THIS ENERGY YALL. SPITE IS MY ENTIRE LIFE PHILOSOPHY. This may be sort of a "villain era" for you. You're gonna be spitting in the face of everything that made you feel like you'd never be enough. YOU ARE ENOUGH. I want to be clear, you're not going to wake up and suddenly be immune to all the bullshit you've been told. You are however going to wake up and decide to live in defiance of what people have told you. That's why it'll feel sort of villainous, you may not feel like you deserve happiness (yet, give it time). BUT is 'deserving" it going to stop you? HELL NO! This is giving happiness is the best revenge. Those fuckers saying you can't be you and loved? They're gonna have to sit and WATCH YOU. And you get the pleasure of shoving your success, your happiness DOWN THIER FUCKING THROATS. Sometimes, you have to move towards things before you feel deserving or ready, so you can learn to feel deserving and ready. It's gonna take some work and strategizing, (y'all may wanna chat with some of the people in group one) I am so fucking pumped for y'all. If y'all don't feel this energy yet, you will soon I promise. In the meantime, maybe make a happy-upbeat revenge/spite playlist. Cause above all, this is about being HAPPY.

Random ass vibes: Danger Days, snakes, cats, 666, y'all may wanna look up Hopepunk, zombies,

#tarot reading #tarot #divination #tarot community #tarot cards #pick a card reading #pick a card #pick a pile #wtftarot #the sun

[prismatic-bell]

So @hejeksbs saw that post about fandom olds freaking out about IWTV stuff being posted on the AO3, and said they’re new to fandom and fandom culture and don’t understand. So congrats, Hejek, you’re one of today’s lucky 10,000. This is going to be a basic primer, but I encourage others to chime in with details. (Also, thanks for reminding me I need an Interview exhibit in the museum. I had that written down somewhere.)

So if you go back to the 1990s and early 2000s—the pre-AO3 digital years—you’re going to see an official disclaimer on just about every fic. These basically said “I don’t own anything here, please don’t sue me.” Some were quoted elaborate.

These started because of Anne Rice.

See, Anne Rice was, how can I say this nicely…an asshole? The day she died there were literally people posting crab rave and “Ding Dong, The Witch Is Dead” from The Wizard of Oz on Tumblr. Because before Harry Potter fanfiction was pretty frowned upon and you might get a C&D if you didn’t keep your head down properly, but Anne Rice.

ANNE RICE.

Anne Rice literally recruited her “loyal fans” to harass people who made fanworks. At least one person was doxxed to her workplace by rabid Ricers, and at the time fanfiction was taboo enough you could absolutely get fired for that. I was eleven and friends with someone who was 13 who’d just read Interview and drew this wonky I-am-a-kid-who-can’t-really-draw-yet-but-I-loved-this-SO-MUCH piece of fanart of Louis and Lestat, and she literally dipped off the internet because she got an extremely nasty “I’m suing you” threat from Rice. (Are you out there, Mercury000? It’s me, sailorsharon0722.)

Anne Rice did everything in her power to ensure there was no IWTV fandom at all. I’ve heard from people older than me that she used to host a “vampire’s ball” every year in New Orleans for her “loyal fans” but if you showed up and she felt your costume outshone her own, she’d make you leave. People didn’t dare so much as put “Lestat” and “fanfiction” in the same sentence.

And then, irony of ironies, when her reputation got so bad she was struggling to sell books, she…became a Christian and started writing Bible fanfiction to sell.

Yeah.

Over the years there were claims she’d changed her mind about fanfiction, but nobody ever had evidence to back this up. I even saw a dude on Quora claiming to be a close friend of hers saying we were all lying, and he got absolutely ratioed by fans going “I still have my C&D letter, you wanna fucking try again?”

Incidentally, I would like to point out that her attitude wasn’t uniform. It’s easy to say “that’s just how it was,” but Neil Gaiman has been around since the 1980s and has always appreciated fanfiction. Stephen King’s approach is “please tell me, to my face, that me explicitly writing about Cthulhu isn’t fanfiction” and otherwise pretty lassez-faire (he has no interest in knowing you’re writing fanfiction of his stuff, he just genuinely doesn’t care), and his first book was published in the early 1970s. Gene Roddenberry, creator of Star Trek, actually accepted submissions of fanfiction scripts DURING THE SHOW’S ORIGINAL RUN, at least according to popular lore. (@dduane, can you check me on this?) Mercedes Lackey—who’s 1980s-and-1990s fantasy royalty—has been asked on Quora about why she “changed her mind about fanfiction” and her response was “I never changed my mind, I just had to talk my publisher into accepting it. I’ve always been okay with it but I had to say no because of my contract.” Sure, Diana Galbaldon was out there comparing fanfiction to rape(????), but even among those who disapproved of fanfiction, Rice’s attitude and actions were extreme. And they persisted into the 2000s, too, with her egging on fans who harassed and sent death threats to a YouTube reviewer who didn’t like one of her books.

AO3 changed ALL of that.

AO3 said “here is our well-researched legal claim that fanfiction is legal, and if someone gives you shit about works you have posted on our website, our lawyers will represent you. You can post safely here. It’s okay. We got your back.”

Even so, the fear about Anne Rice continued. And can you blame people? This woman’s name held the same power in fannish conversations as “Voldemort.” (A moniker by which I’ve actually heard her called.) She all but destroyed the old guard, on purpose.

….and then a new generation of fans happened. A new generation that didn’t remember life before AO3, had never known anyone who literally had to move house to get away from Rice’s minions’ threats and harassment. I know we use “nature is healing” as a joke on this website, but really truly, that’s what happened here. She left charred tree trunks and bushes that were old-school fans and from their ashes tiny little 2010s-fans seedlings began to grow.

The thousand-odd fics you saw in those screenshots (which I feel I should clarify are from before the new show came out—a show that must have her turning in her grave, because she was absolutely adamant that all her vampires were STRAIGHT and if you thought otherwise you were DISGUSTING, and I hope she spins so hard her corpse combusts) are absolutely shocking to us older fans because it’s like staggering out of a nuclear wasteland and spotting a little garden with signs saying “free nuclear-illness medical services” and realizing it’s real. What the fuck, what the fuck, but also, holy shit y’all we’re so proud of you. YES. Keep going. Don’t let the witch get you down.

EDIT: I’ve been informed by someone in the notes that IT ACTUALLY GETS WORSE:

I’m not going to transcribe the whole thing because I’m on mobile and most of it is just bog-standard post notes, but what’s relevant is @theoriginalvelocipastor saying “OP forgot the part where she [Anne Rice] would take ideas from fanfiction.”

Like holy motherFUCKER this woman’s hypocrisy.

[sungbeam]

SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW — act I, scene v

nonidol!hwang intak x f!reader

when summit poster boy hwang intak's car breaks down in the school parking lot, it sets off a chain of events that leads to you, someone he was perhaps always meant to find. the only problem is that the two of you are far from the ideal couple, and your peers are apt to keep that status quo.

▷ genre, chapter warnings. s2f2l, classism and discrimination, forbidden romance au, minimal swearing, angst, humor, mentions of grief and terminal illness, written in third person pov

▷ word count. 2.8k

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a/n: whenever i come back to this series, i remember how hard it is to write it

SUMMER (RISING SENIORS).

Yn had not sent a picture back to Intak. In fact, she hadn't even opened his messages. Intak couldn't decide which was worse—being left on "read" or on "delivered." Both were equally quite horrible, but as the day went on with radio silence from her end, he continuously had to remind himself that she had responsibilities and a life. She couldn't be at his beck and call, and she certainly wouldn't ever entertain the idea of being so.

But one little text would have eased his mind. Just one, little text.

Intak flopped onto the couch in the living room of his house, the entirety of which remained just as cold and empty as it always was. In a way, the quiet was good because it meant that his father wasn't home, taking with him that thick, haunting presence of his. Intak sometimes imagined that he walked around with a massive cloud of fog clinging to his legs and feet, and that image had engraved itself into his head since he was an adolescent, more so now that his father's murky fog would soon consume Intak in all of those heavy expectations.

He lifted his phone up to catch a glimpse of the time. He would have to leave for that one dance class soon, the one that he and his friends had signed up for together to occupy themselves during the summer. If Intak wasn't forced to take over the company after his schooling, he would be dancing, or maybe even reading shit, like proper literature, and writing poetry about dead older brothers and forbidden friendships with strangers who felt closer to him than his own family.

He was tempted to text Yn just to check in. Something like 'hey bff i'm bored as hell and sad as fuck hbu' or 'miss u and worried about u text me back?' or god forbid, 'i've been trying to imagine what u look like but i have a feeling a picture won't do u justice.' God, he really needed to stop watching those cursed romcoms when he was bor—

Bzzzzz. Bzzz. Bzzzz.

Intak leapt out of his skin in surprise.

He reached into his pants pocket to withdraw Jaehyuk's phone. The notifications from Yn came in rapid succession at the top of the screen:

yer a wizard yn!: sorry i went mia for like a day

yer a wizard yn!: smth came up

yer a wizard yn!: cute pic btw :') ig i owe u a pfp too

yer a wizard yn!: *sent a photo*

Intak held his breath, then forced himself to turn away from the phone screen. Was he ready for this? Was he ready for her reveal? This felt like an invasion of privacy, especially with how carefully she kept her identity hidden the first few weeks they'd been texting each other. It hadn't been until recently that Yn had begun to let him learn things about her.

It wasn't like he forced her though… right? It was out of her own want and will. It was her choice and he—

He was going to fully indulge in that.

Intak finally opened up the full chat to view the messages she'd sent.

And lo and behold, there she was. It was a casual selfie, seeming to be taken in front of a window by the way the sun shone over her face in a gold-colored glow. She wore a dark T-shirt with a logo Intak couldn’t quite make out from the way her arms and hair were positioned. In fact, he could only see about half of her face from the way she hid the lower half behind her pulled-up knees. But her eyes crinkled enough that he could see that she was smiling.

The soft smile on his face was a stark contrast to the sharp palpitations of his heart in his chest. Before, he could never imagine the face he was speaking to across the phone—rather, it had always just been a person with blurred features. Now that he could put a face to the name, and the voice, and the character…

Intak saved the picture and set it as Yn’s contact photo. He wondered if he should have even been doing this since Jae didn’t even have a contact photo saved for her. (But now that she had sent it, it wasn’t like Intak was going to resist setting that photo as her contact, especially since it was an excuse to stare at it while he was texting her.)

jae’s phone: that photo is not fair that’s like… half ur face dude >://// /j

jae’s phone: but thank uuuuuuu i KNEW u were cute

He chewed on his bottom lip, quickly adding onto his previous texts since it seemed like Yn wasn’t going to reply back any time soon.

jae’s phone: ik ur the one who suggested swapping photos, but i hope u didn’t feel obligated to. ik u were never super comfortable w sharing personal info abt urself w me, but i’m genuinely really happy to get to know u better

jae’s phone: lol idk y that got kinda sappy ? but i hope everything’s good on ur end!!

jae’s phone: i’ve gotta go to a dance lesson rn tho so ttyl ynieee!!!!

Intak sighed as he forced himself to click out of his and Yn’s direct messages, and to haul his ass off the couch. He had, at multiple instances, contemplated why he felt so attached to Yn. Perhaps it was because she was so close to his brother and this truly was just his own kind of closure. Or it was something else, too.

Yn's eyes burned holes through the notifications that sat at the top of her phone screen. It had been several hours since Intak had sent them, and she knew exactly what they said. She'd even mentally written out and sent several replies, but never physically carried them out. She just couldn't bring herself to do it.

The heavy weight that had settled on her chest from a day ago still rested there. Usually, privileged shit Summit kids did to her and in front of her were annoying, but she'd learned to grow thick skin. She didn't know why this time affected her so poorly. Then again, the fact that neither Jongseob nor Shota had gotten over it could have contributed to her own mood, too.

Her brothers in arms had been quiet since then, barely speaking unless necessity prevailed. The shop had never been so quiet before, and even when customers and neighbors came by with a friendly word or joke, they would force a smile onto their faces or a laugh from their throats. She could hear the strain, the grudge and emotions tugging at the corners of their mouths.

"If I had the money…" Yn remembered hearing Jongseob muttering under his breath the night of the incident. She knew exactly what he was thinking then and there. All the bitterness in the negative space.

They'd all grown to have thick skin, but it was bound to crack at some point. They weren't made of steel, after all.

After a long, grueling day at the shop, Yn, Shota, and Jongseob returned to Yn's house to wash up for the evening. The walk home had been quiet, and she'd been itching to reach for her phone and finally open up Intak's messages…

She cleared her throat. "Go get cleaned up and meet me in the living room," she voiced aloud to the two of them as she unlocked the front door.

Jongseob grunted, "Why?"

"We're watching Clueless."

Shota let out a snort as Jongseob threw his head back in a loud groan. "You're shitting me. Any other movie than that one, Yn. We've watched that, like, fifteen times."

With her back still to them, she could let herself smile just a little. All she had been looking for was that reaction from him. "Okay, well, if you can be on the couch in fifteen minutes, then you can choose a different—"

She hadn't even finished what she was saying when the two of them bolted past her, exclaiming at each other as they raced for access to the closest bathroom. Yn laughed under her breath, nudging the door closed behind her with the toe of her shoe. She hadn't even been sure whether or not the two would stay here with her or not since they basically stayed shut up in the old extra bedroom instead of hanging out. Though they would have been in the house, it had sounded like no one else was home.

But now? Yn made her way into the kitchen to get dinner started. Hopefully she could get something on the stove by the time one of them hopped out of the shower. Knowing Jongseob though…

She estimated that it was about five minutes later that Jongseob's elephant stomps sounded down the hall, nearing the living room and kitchen at high speed. Seconds later, a blur of orange and white launched himself over the back of the couch. As she expected, it was Jongseob with that freshly showered glow, damp hair, and a white towel hanging around his shoulders.

Her amused gaze clashed with his, and though his face was pressed into a deadpan, she saw the glimmer in his irises. He told her, "We're watching Star Wars."

Yn grinned. "Deal's a deal, kid."

Right on cue, Shota came sliding into the living room with his dampened locks tied up and out of his face with a Hello Kitty hair tie he no doubt found in the drawers of the bathroom. She wondered how he found stuff like that, stuff that she had ditched so long ago when she was much younger. She raised her eyebrows at him. “I’m starting to think that neither of you actually use soap when you shower.”

“I’m productive when I’m given motive,” Shota replied, collapsing onto the couch next to Jongseob. She could already hear the tell-tale explosion of sound that was the Star Wars main theme.

It was several hours later when dinner was eaten, dishes were washed, and the lot of them were one and a half Star Wars movies in that Yn stared at her notifications again. Intak hadn't sent anything else since those last messages, and there was a distinct feeling of guilt stewing in the back of her brain. At this point, it overpowered any feelings of annoyance or bitterness from the other day's incident. It was always at evening hours when the overthinking started.

Intak had been good to her thus far, though, and it wasn't fair that she took out her annoyance on him. He had done nothing bad—a part of her countered with “yet.”

She could see the start of his messages: That photo's like half your face dude… I've got to go to a dance lesson though so…

It was all completely harmless, and yet, her heart pounded in her chest from not being able to fully read his reaction to her face reveal. Of course she cared what he thought. She chalked it up to the fact that Intak himself was a pretty face, and it was perfectly normal to be self conscious.

Yn raised her head for a moment when she caught a flash of quick movement from the TV, then felt a pair of eyes on her.

While Shota was curled up at the far end of the couch, Jongseob was seated next to her and saw who's messages sat at the top of her screen. The two of them connected gazes; he said nothing, showed nothing.

A different type of guilt rushed into her head.

Jongseob turned back to the screen, and she was back to square one.

The house was quiet by the time Yn tucked her friends beneath quilts on the couch. Her mom had come home sometime between Return of the Jedi and The Phantom Menace, then crashed immediately after disappearing into her room, leaving Yn to haunt the hallways of her house in the dark and silence by herself.

She perched on the edge of her bed with the light of her phone screen illuminating her face. There were those unread messages at the top of her screen again, yelling at her to just take a peak. There was no harm in seeing what he said—but there was. He would see the Read sign beneath his messages and think the worst.

With nothing else stopping her but her own thoughts, she tapped the notification.

The text chain opened up before her in full. There was nothing out of the ordinary, as she expected. He was just being his bright, sweet self here. Her lips pursed into a slight smile as she read over his sappy talk at the end; it was appreciated though.

But now it was a matter of replying.

He probably thought she was busy all day again, but the guilt of “punishing” him for something that people from his community did and not him personally was eating her up inside.

“Ahem.”

She stopped, eyes widening as her head shot up like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. A drowsy Jongseob stood in her doorway with his eyes at half-mast and his mouth widened in a yawn. Sometimes she forgot that her friend was still a kid—that they were all just kids. “Hey,” she whispered to him. “Did I wake you up or something?”

He shook his head and suddenly looked a lot more awake. “The text messages you got earlier,” he drawled, inclining his chin at her phone.

“Oh.” She glanced down at the screen, then back up at him. “Seob, I—”

“He's gonna hurt you, Yn.”

Her chest felt so hollow all of a sudden. What?

He folded his arms in front of himself, cupping his palms under his elbows. Jongseob's eyebrows furrowed together as if in thought or in an attempt to look firm. “He's gonna hurt you like Jae did.”

No, the hollow feeling was because her heart fell into the pit of her stomach. Everything felt like it was falling out from under her with that statement. Yn said slowly, gently, “Jongseob, Jae didn't mean to hurt us. He didn't mean to get sick. He couldn't control it, Seob. You know that that's not fair.”

Sometimes it was hard to not let the anger seep through into blame and misunderstanding. That was just the grief talking. When those thoughts resurfaced, it was just as difficult to deal with the resulting guilt of ever blaming them later on.

Losing someone was just devastating.

Jongseob sniffled though, and she backtracked on her previous thought. But this wasn't that, was it? “Yeah, well—it seems whether they do it on purpose or not, that's all they do up there: hurt people.”

Her mouth felt so dry then, so helplessly wordless. Her throat was just as voiceless. These kids—her friends—had gone through all that pain just as she had. She couldn't blame them most of the time because she knew where they were coming from.

Jongseob poked his tongue in his cheek. “I know you miss him.”

Yn's fingers curled around the edges of her phone, like she could hold onto whoever was on the other side.

“I miss him, too,” he said.

A stinging sensation erupted in the corners of her eyes and she reached up to staunch the tears like they were cuts, and they were bleeding.

“But no matter their intention, a ghost can only haunt,” he muttered. He let that thought simmer for a second before citing his source, “Got that one off of Pinterest.”

The last comment made a laugh sputter out of her mouth, wet but touched. She sniffled at the same time he did. “I was gonna say,” she said, her voice watery, “when'd you get so smart?”

“I've always been smart,” he scoffed. He exhaled, still lingering on the threshold before waddling over to where she was perched on the bed. Awkwardly, he brought his arms around her upper body and gently patted her back. “Is this helping?”

Yn wrapped her arms around him to reciprocate. “Yeah.”

“Thank god.”

A ghost can only haunt. Maybe it was how fast it had all happened that none of them really got proper closure or got to say goodbye. They would never get a chance to see him ever again, to tell him they felt something for him close to love, and enjoyed his company despite his being from the Summit. There was no chance they'd be invited to the funeral, and there was little possibility of ever visiting his grave. There were only memories and a phone number.

One day he was here, and the next… well the next, Yn was texting Intak. Was this history repeating itself, or would this ending turn into a new beginning entirely?

When they both pulled back from their embrace, Jongseob poked her cheek. “You know I never know what to do when you cry, right?”

She reached up to swipe her palm across her dampened cheeks. “Yeah. You did good, kid.”

That made the corners of his mouth curl up a bit. “I just don't want this guy to be another reason you cry.”

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Written for @prongsfoot-microfic for 5 Jan 2024 (darkness). Rating: T. Angst, first wizarding war. James battles with his dark side. Read here or on AO3.

**

Darkness 

He was shaking violently, unable to process what had happened. 

"James!" someone cried out. "Prongs." 

James blinked, looking up. When had he sat down on the floor? His hands were curled into tight fists, and his wand was somewhere out of sight. 

"James, you're in shock. Come on, we need to go." 

When nothing made sense, his voice was the only thing that made him move. 

James stood up, barely noticing hands supporting him, pulling him up. 

"You're alive?" 

"Of course I'm alive, you great berk," Sirius huffed in exasperation. "Come on, we need to leave now." 

** 

James Potter despised the Dark Arts, he had for his whole life. The practice of something so vile was nothing but a mad attempt to taint what should be kept pure, light, good. Energy existed in everyone and everything, but only some possessed it in such quantities that it manifested as magic. 

The war was ruthless, affecting everyone's lives. Who could tell what was good anymore? What was the point, when it could be taken away? 

The thoughts raced through his mind as he pointed his wand at the woman.  

"I'll kill you for what you did to him." 

She lay defenceless on the floor, thanks to a well-aimed Jelly-Legs Curse, leering at him, her dark eyes blazing. "You don't have it in you, itty-bitty Potter." 

James's wand shook, but having witnessed his best friend lying behind him, broken and lifeless, made him tighten his grip on his wand. 

Darkness welled up inside him, engulfing him, and where he would normally push it aside, he did the unthinkable.  

He welcomed it. 

"Crucio." 

** 

James was nestled up on the sofa against the warm, alive body. 

He felt wrong. Stained. Ruined. 

"Fuck, Pads, I…" His words trailed off. 

All he knew were those hands gripping him tightly, hands that had held on to him during a side-along Apparition, guided him to one of the Order's safehouses. Hands that had healed his cuts, wiped away the excess blood. 

"You're here. You're not dead. You're really –" James rasped. 

"I'm here, Prongs. You think it's that easy to get rid of me?" Sirius's voice vibrated in his chest beneath James's fingertips. 

James looked up from the warmth of Sirius's neck. The grey eyes met his, understanding, a storm raging beneath the calm exterior. 

"It was a trick. I was never hurt." 

"I…" James heaved a breath, disgusted with himself. "I used the Crucio on her. Bellatrix." 

"She deserved it." Sirius's voice was devoid of regret. 

"D'you think I –" 

"Killed her? I don't know, didn't exactly stick around to find out. More likely you hurt her so thoroughly she'll think twice about messing with anyone's mind again. " 

James tried not to think about the revolting image of Bellatrix lying on the floor with her eyes open, bleeding from her nose and ears. She'd looked on the brink of death, and James hadn't halted the curse until his hand shook so badly that he dropped his wand. 

He'd thought Sirius was dead, that the centre of his universe, the only thing that made sense to him in the world, was gone. She'd made it happen, using Legilimency, persuading James to come out of hiding to save Sirius in a shack where he was supposed to be held for torture. 

James had gotten there, seen a body he thought was Sirius, dead on the floor. Before he'd had time to process what he saw, he'd been greeted by her. The cousin. 

Their duel had almost destroyed the building, but she'd underestimated him, arrogant enough to believe James was easy to beat after thinking he'd suffered a great loss. 

She hadn't realised that James refused to accept living in a world where Sirius didn't exist. 

"I know a lot of ways to hurt the enemy, and I don't mind doing it to Death Eaters. But I performed an Unforgivable. That only works when…" James closed his eyes. "When you mean it." 

Sirius's hand moved to his hair, stroking it gently. "I'm sorry you were put in that position, James."  

They hadn't been able to communicate as much as usual. Lily was pregnant, and it hadn't been without its complications, so James needed to take care of her. Neither of them had envisioned having a baby in the middle of the war, but it had forced them to try to make the shambles of their relationship work. 

James drew a long breath, his trembling body eventually settling against Sirius's warmth. 

"This war fucks with all of us," Sirius added. "We all resolve to do things we wouldn't normally do." 

"The thing is," James said, shame weighing heavy on him, "I don't really find it in myself to regret it." 

He locked his eyes with Sirius, whose gaze betrayed no hint of judgement. 

"I'd do it again. For you." 

Sirius's eyes flashed with something unspoken as he wrapped his arms around James even tighter.  

After a few minutes, James fell asleep with a feeling of warm lips pressing a light kiss on his temple and barely a whisper saying something he would forget when he woke up in a few hours. 

"I'd do far worse for you, Prongs."

**

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[laminated-loser]

Your howl fics are amazing!! I am so happy someone writes for Howl and Male and GN readers! :) Thank you so much.

Can I request a Howl x Male reader, where Howl is dealing with his own problems and is getting more annoyed by the minute, so when the reader comes to him with a small problem (like maybe they ran out of some magic ingredient idrk T~T), he just couldn't add a new problem to his list and snaps. He takes his anger out on the reader.

When this happens to me I usually snap, then go somewhere and come back home to sleep and forget about what I did when I snapped till the next day.

Maybe this can happen with Howl? Like the next day, when the reader is scared to talk to him he remembers what he did and comforts the reader.

Sorry if this is too long, I had ideas for Howl for so long but I can't write them out ;-; So you're like a miracle to me.

Take care <3

you are the sweetest anon ever. I can and will write this but it took a bit, sorry bout that. So here it is! Also, feel free to come to me with all your Howl x Male/gn Reader ideas I need stuff to fill my time anyways. I do apologize for this being so late I've been dealing with a lot of shit.

At the current moment, you were trying to make a potion that would help Howl recover less painfully after his little trips through space and time. That specific wizard was sitting at the table with his eyes closed and the bags under his eyes rather prominent.

You worried your bottom lip between your teeth. You couldn't find a certain ingredient you needed and Markl was out. You'd have to ask Howl.

"Eh- Howl?" Your voice started quiet. You fiddled with the hem of your shirt. "Uh, Y/n? Y/n, kid, you shouldn't do that!" Calcifer warned from the fireplace. "I don't know where the dried maple flowers are! And I doubt you know." You countered.

"Howl, sweetheart, I'm sorry but-" You just barely touched his shoulder when he jumped up. "Fuck off, Y/n!! Why do you have to be so fucking annoying?!" He yelled, his eyes full of rage.

You flinched back, eyes wide. You quickly left the room, leaving the ingredients by the fireplace. Abandoned. "Howl.." Calcifer sighed. They both looked after you with mixed emotions. "You don't deserve that boy. Never did."

~Next Day~~

The morning fell around and you woke with some difficulty. Your face was red from crying and you were glad that there was more than one bathroom in this castle.

You washed your face and listened carefully for any signs that anyone was around. None. You slipped from the tiles onto the wood and were met with the glittering eyes of Markl. "Hey, Uncle Y/n, I was wondering- Wait are you okay?" He asked.

You nodded. " 'Course. What's up?" He shook his head. "Nevermind. I'll be right back! I have to do something real quick." Markl ran off down the hall, his red hair floofing out a crazily.

You gave s small smile before turning around and being met with sapphire eyes. Your face fell and you suddenly felt scared. "Wait, Y/n, please don't go." The desperation in his voice startled you. You looked back up at him.

"Y/n.. Darling, I'm sorry. I really am." His voice was quiet, like you'd never heard it before. "..." He raised a gentle hand and brushed a stray lock of hair from in front of your eyes.

"I was just..." He seemed to be struggling with his words. "Angry. Frustrated. Overworked." You finished for him. Howl nodded slowly. "Forgive me?" His voice was no higher than a whisper now.

You thought for a moment, gently intertwining your fingers together. "Sure. But this is your one and only free pass. You kissed him softly, no more than a peck. "Do you still love me, at least?" You blinked. Then giggled. "Of course, you moron."

He swept you up in his arms before bringing you to bed. Howl buried his face in your chest and restricted most of your movement. You twirled a finger through his hair.

The door opened, just an inch. And a hand came through with a handmade craft. Markl placed his little gift on the dresser and left, thinking he was unseen completely. You chuckled. How darling.

~The End~

I hope this is to your standards, if not I apologize Again, I apologize for it being so late I've moved twice in the last year and moving schools is a pain in the ass. Doesn't do much mentally either.

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Title: Iron Widow

Author: Xiran Jay Zhao

Status: Keep

Series Continue: Yes

Okay. So. I’m going to preface this by saying that this has some spoilers in it. It’s only been a year so I’m aware that some people might still be on the waiting list at their library for this NYT Best Seller lol.

Anyway, sometimes I take a peep at the negative reviews on books to see if it changes my perspective and this time they absolutely did not. A lot of the negative reviews on this book have the same talking points: It feels rushed/some parts feel shoehorned in. And I agree. But you know what? Zhao does too. I remember them making a post somewhere (I follow them on both Tumblr and TikTok so it could have been either one) explaining how they had to cut back parts because it was their debut novel and in the publishing industry, the companies don’t like those novels to exceed a certain amount. Zhao, also, was not satisfied with their novel as it was published. Knowing that, I felt like I could see the parts where they cut back to fit into those guidelines. I think, if they hadn’t had to cut back, it would have been an even better book than it is.

That being said, I thought this book was great. I actually caught Zhao on TikTok and that’s what led me to reading the book (they are very funny and clever). It was an interesting premise and I enjoyed it. It felt very… refreshing, somehow? I’m not sure that’s the word I want but you know, after the inundation of vampires/werewolves/wizard schools the past few years, it was a breath of fresh air. I especially loved that the one-sidedness of the love triangle lasted maybe about a minute before all of these bi disasters decided actually no let’s be a true triangle. Good for them.

Zetian was brutality in its purest form. I love that for her. But I also loved the parts where she was vulnerable—where she allowed herself to be vulnerable in front of the men she loved. And how she refused to feel shame in front of others either. I also, for some reason, really like that she’s disabled? And it’s a focal point of the story, her constantly thinking about how she’s crippled and how it was supposed to make her desirable but all it did was make her life harder; how she’s constantly comparing her Lotus feet to the unmarred feet of her female peers and feeling envy and shame. It’s not a throwaway problem, it doesn’t get fixed, and I’m interested to see how it’s going to show up in the story in the future. I wish we could have seen Yizhi and Shimin fleshed out as much as she was, but the breadcrumbs that were dropped that I pieced together have me looking forward to maybe seeing more fleshing out in the sequel(s).

This story had so many twists and turns that I was constantly and genuinely shocked (delightfully so!) when they happened. I itched to get back to the book when I had to put it down; I wanted to know what happened next. I honestly didn’t expect the betrayal from the Black Tortoise and Shimin’s “death,” and I mourned with Zetian as soon as his qi reader hit zero. Then she actually found Qin Zheng and the yellow dragon! Piloted it herself!!! And then Shimin wasn’t dead and apparently the “gods” had saved him?! What the fuck!!!! And Yizhi simply killing his father with no remorse, no regrets. Qiu was probably the only person who figured out how Zetian truly ticked and he was so busy facing off with her that he didn’t even think his son could or would turn on him. My only beef is that Xiuying wasn’t alive to see Zetian crush her family to death, so that she could see that Zetian was stronger than her in every way.

I have more thoughts but I can’t really seem to articulate them, so I think I’ll leave this here. So bummed that the release date for Heavenly Tyrant has been pushed back, but I appreciate that Zhao is being transparent for their reasons. If pushing it back means a better story, I’m happy to wait.

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[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Would anything change in canon if the Dursleys and the Grangers went into hiding together? Like, all being protected by Order members of course?

No.

The hilarious tale of the Dursleys going into hiding, probably getting stuck in rush hour, and stuck with this fucking wizard in a top hat, is sadly one we aren't told. I can only imagine it.

However, nothing in canon would actually change, the Grangers are just in a different spot off-screen and instead of having to make the terrible sacrifice of wiping her family's memories and sending them off to Australia, Hermione would be making the terrible sacrifice of having them have to leave their house with their memories and hide somewhere in the country.

If we're being nice to Hermione, no one offered/she was told it just wasn't possible as the Order was stretched too thin. If we're not uh Hermione had a brilliant plan that was absolutely fool proof and enacted it before wondering if there were other options.

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[literatureatthebowofnails]

A/N: I love you like Dr. Strange loves being right

Created for the 14 Days of Valentines community project, hosted by @muddyorbsblr

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Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Includes: Angst

Summary: Loki seeks council when he fears he's crossed a line

The Bewitched theme tinkles from your pocket as you leave the cafe. Chrysa wiggles her eyebrows, waving goodbye. She's been making hushed comments about how "fucked out" you look since she walked through the door.

You gave up telling her it was just a dream. A very satisfying, very realistic dream, but still a dream.

"Hey Wanda," you answer the call. "What's up?"

"Is Loki with you?"

"No," you frown at the concern in her voice. "I just left work. Why?"

"Steve's angry. Really angry. He said 'damn' under his breath, and he never swears.

"Loki's supposed to leave for a mission in an hour and none of us can find him."

"Have you asked Thor?"

"Thor's at the market. He refused to take his phone because he 'can't afford any more distractions from the new generation of boxed delight.'"

"He's getting an iphone?"

"No," she snickers. "Pop-Tarts released a limited-edition flavor. He's worried everywhere will be sold out because he didn't make it to the store this morning.

"Aaaanyway, do you know where your boy-toy might be? Bruce heard 'HE'S NOT MY FATHER!' coming from Thor's room before breakfast, but no one's seen Loki since.

"He likes to be snarky on coms, but he's never ditched a mission before. Did he say anything last night?"

"Not really. He said he didn't want to get 'too familiar,' but nothing about going somewhere. Luckily, he wasn't so refined it in my dream," you giggle.

"You're so naughty! What did he do?"

"Haha, we gotta meet up if you want the dirty details. I'm not telling the whole train about it."

"Come down to the tower then. Most of the team is leaving. We'll make pineapple upside down cake, and you can tell me everything. And if Loki comes back, you'll get to see him."

"Twist my arm why don't you."

☕

On your ride up, a feminine tone speaks in the elevator. "Welcome back to Avengers' Tower, I'm FRIDAY. Putting Mr. Stark through now."

"Hey, I'm trying to find Rock of Ages," says the unmistakable voice of Tony Stark. "Any idea where he is?"

You look around for a camera or microphone and say "Hi. Um, sorry? I don't know where Loki is. Can't you track his phone or something?"

The doors open, revealing the genius himself as he takes off his Bluetooth to address you directly. "No can do, princess. He's somewhere even FRIDAY can't reach. Next stop is Bleaker St. There's a wizard down there who likes to keep tabs on potential threats. Might be able to give us a lead."

"You don't think he's...?"

"What? Leading another alien army to attack the city? Probably not, but we can't be too careful. Either way, if we don't find him Cap's gonna have an aneurysm and he's too old to survive that." Chuckling at his own joke, Stark gives your shoulder a squeeze and gets on the elevator. "Don't worry, we'll bring your boyfriend back in one piece."

"We've only been on one..." you sigh as the doors close.

"Hey," Wanda comes up behind you. "There you are. I hope Stark wasn't giving you a hard time. He's still jumpy about planetary security. Wants some sort of forcefield, but after the Ultron mess..." she looks guilty. "No one else will agree to it."

You chew your lip, following her to the kitchen. "Should I be worried?"

"Worried?" she looks up. "I don't think so. Steve's just upset because he has to replan the mission. I'm sure Loki isn't in trouble or doing something wrong.

"From what Banner said, it's probably just a family issue."

You nod, but something doesn't feel right. You haven't known the god for long, but you know he wouldn't go to his parents unless he had to.

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[lenoraslament]

Lenora’s Love: A Tom Riddle Fanfiction

Chapter 20: Tom Riddle the Romantic

Warning: Fluff, Soft Tom, like the sweetest sugariest Tom, Bad Poetry, DeathEater Romcom vibes, like Crucio me so I can burn for you…

She gasped as he slowly entered her, her lips brushed against his. "Oh Tom" she breathed.

"I love you" he said his mouth dropping onto hers.

Tom sat up in bed. It was plaguing him badly. These dreams. Nightmares. Wishes. It was early, he opened the curtains of his room and the sunrise spilled onto the floor.

  He showered and dress. A crisp shirt and slacks.

When he came down the stairs, Mulciber, Avery and Nott were seated at the dining table.

  He sat down and they wished him a respectful good morning. His jaw was tight, he read the paper. Abraxas walked in, looking at Tom for a moment before sitting across from him.

  "My lord" he pushed a second cup of coffee across to Tom.

  "Good Morning Malfoy" he said grabbing the cup and taking a drink.

"If you're not going to leave her alone-" Abraxas started, Tom slammed the mug down so hard the hot coffee splashed onto the table.

"FOR-" he remembered that somewhere parents were lurking, "fucks sake" he continued in a harsh whisper.

  "My relationship with Miss. Rosier is not your business" he muttered, Mulciber pulled out his wand and cleaned the spill, Avery and Nott remained quiet spectators.

"But it is, my lord" he said, "She's a pure blood wizard, her parents are important allies, and now she's one of us".

Tom scowled, "so!?".

Avery put his hands through his hair frustrated, "you're sneaking around with her like she's one of your whores".

"She is a lady" Mulciber added much to Tom's chagrin, "so I think what Abraxas is suggesting, my lord".

"Is try dating her for Merlin's sake" Nott finished.

"What's the point," Tom mumbled.

"Because you love her" Lestrange said, from the counter where he was pouring his coffee; silently he witness it all.

"I'm sorry my lord, but this unnecessary back and forth is distracting you".

All of their mouths dropped, "we all heard you, when she was dying. You love her, so just date her so we can get back to business"

Tom tapped his coffee mug, his hand was red from the hot coffee spilling onto it. He looked at Abraxas who was no longer frowning at him.

They're right. Tom hated that.

They all hung on his silence, Tom realized he had never taken anyone on a date. With pure blood women he only socialized with them for reputations sake and with other women well, they stayed behind closed doors.

   "I don't know how" he said plainly.

Avery snorted and Abraxas punched his arm.

"I can help you" Nott said.

Tom looked up embarrassed and Abraxas smiled at him cautiously, "We'll all help you".

"Except Lestrange," Nott said,"he's worse off than you are".

Lestrange harrumphed angrily.

   Lenora came down for breakfast late. She had taken her time getting ready after she slept in. She chose a blush pink dress that hung off her shoulders, for once she let her hair down, creating soft waves with her fingers. She dabbed some jasmine oil on her neck and light pink color on her lips and cheeks.

   "Dear you look lovely" her mother said kissing her head.

  Her father was speaking with the elder Malfoy and Mulciber. They gave each other a co-conspiring smile when they saw her. She sat nervously, not sure why every adult seemed to be staring at her. Where are the guys?

  "I think I'm going to go take a walk-"she started to stand.

"NO" they all cried.

Her eyes widened, and she sat shocked.

          Tom had spoken to her father before she came down. Even though charming people was his forte, he found himself feeling nervous.

  "May I, take your lovely daughter on a date Mr. Rosier?" he even kept a cringed smile as the other adults laughed and grilled him for details.

          Abraxas had gone with him and helped field any comments that embarrassed him.

        "Yes, of course Riddle" Mrs Rosier patted her husband's arm, "We are so happy to see you two...be friendly again". She finished looking at Abraxas face nervously shake his head at her.

Olivine burst into the dining room, "Lenora!" She said grinning, "I need your help".

Lenora looked around at the smiles of the adults she knew most of her life, what was going on?

"Um with what?" She looked at her suspiciously.

  Olivine looked around for help, "with..."

"Flowers dear" her mother jumped in, "for dinner, she needs help with arrangements. Since you helped Abraxas with hers".

"She did?" Olivine looked surprised, Mrs. Lestrange rolled her eyes.

Lenora looked even more lost, and looked to her own father who watched the scene play out with amusement.

"Just go with her Lenora" he smiled warmly so she went.

Tom held a bouquet of flowers, in one hand, in the other he was reading the note that Nott and Avery had been working on.

  "You make the birds sing?" Tom scrunched his nose disgusted.

"Two hours you've been working and that's what you come up with!?"

"There's more..." Nott said looking sheepish.

Tom read down the page of flowery, romantic nonsense.

"You make grass grow!?" Tom looked at them incredulously, "I'm not reading this".

Abraxas grinned behind him,"So don't, just speak from the heart" he said .

"I asked for help!" Tom threw the note on the floor, "this is not helping!".

  Mulciber looked at Olivine, "the anticipation is making him too nervous, just got get her"

     Lestrange sneered, "so we can get this over with please"

Tom held out his wand and Lestrange took off around the house away from him.

"Relax" Abraxas fixed Tom's tie, "you're going to do fine"

"I wouldn't have to do this at all if you all wouldn't have butted in" he moved away from Abraxas' fussing with his suit.

"This song and dance is so unnecessary" Tom groaned smacking the bouquet of flowers on his leg, "this is so stupid. Stupid stupid-"

Lenora stood behind Tom and the rest of the boys eyes widened. Mulciber grabbed Avery, Abraxas and Nott to apparate them away to the other side of the house.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" He continued not noticing them disappears.

"My lord?" She asked him, "are you okay?"

Tom turned around his face was red, he seemed nervous and agitated. So unlike himself.

  He held up the bouquet of half crushed flowers, "herbivicus" he muttered and they were repaired.

  "Are those for the table?" Nora asked.

"What table? No. They're for-" her eyes traveled from the flowers to his nice suit and the eyes.

"You" he finished awkwardly.

"Thank you" she took them gingerly from his hand, "What for?" She couldn't quite meet his gaze anymore, her stomach fluttered.

  Tom couldn't tell if she was happy or mortified. Why was it so much easier just to kiss her? Charming he could be. Genuine? It was painful.

  "You make birds grow" he said and cringed.

   She giggled with her hand to her mouth.

  Tom was going to kill every one of them, this. is. humiliating.

  He began to walk away, she quickly grabbed his arm.

  "Stop" he said.

  Lenora shook her head, "I'm not even sure what is happening".

  He could see Abraxas peering from the side of the house, Tom gave him an exhausted glance.

  Abraxas pointed to his chest theatrically, from the heart.

  Tom sighed and took her hands, her eyes met his searching for a clue as to why he was acting so strange.

  "Lenora. I have to apologize. I've taken liberties these past few days with you"

  She drew away hurt, "oh...so it was a mistake"

"Yes" he saw her eyes look down disappointed, "but only because I respect you".

He looked up at Abraxas who pointed more aggressively to his heart, emotions dumb fuck he thought annoyed.

"I more than respect you I-" Riddle managed.

"Yes?" She said looking back to him as he took another deep sigh.

Finally, he sighed putting both hands on her face, "I care for you...deeply. I would like to take you on a...date".

  Lenora could only stare in amazement. She realized in that moment that this was something she had wanted her whole life.

"I'd love to Tom" she smiled as he cupped her face.

Tom let his lips linger over hers. She tilted her head and met his kiss.

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[prttydolls]

𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘, 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑. — draco malfoy

summary : draco did everything in his power to reach out to you, and confess everything during the war. but what happens when you already moved on?

warning(s) : none

authors note : credits to @planetaryrph for the divider <3 also, pls rb !! it helps alot <3

special tag : @miss-celestial-being

draco knew this was wrong, very wrong. him ignoring you throughout the year, and focusing on the deatheater related stuff.

he knew, that it would risk him losing you. but he also knew that if he kept interacting with you the dark lord would eventually find out and use you as a weapon.

a weapon that would make him weak on the knees.

so, he didn't want you to be the weapon used against him. he just ignored you, stop caring about your birthday, the anniversary, and hell even the time where you passed the difficult potions test you've been talking about.

he all threw it away, in the process of making you safe.

and ofcourse, he regretted that.

he wished that he had just stuck with you, he wished he had ran away with you like you suggest once.

but, he didn't ofcourse. he had too much pride in leaving his wealth.

that pride all came down the drain, when you broke up with him.

he acted as if he didn't care which he did, alot.

you cut all ties with him, and ran off somewhere in the wizarding world. whilst draco followed what is parents ordered on what to do.

he got married to harley cunningham, of course he didnt love harley his heart belonged to you and only you.

now he's just one poor little soul, waiting and hoping for you to come back to him and have his happy ending again.

but alast, this wasn't a fairy tale this was reality.

hes forever stuck in a loveless marriage, with a son scorpius malfoy.

- • - • -

draco woke up to the noise of scorpius crying, “waaaahhh!” he groaned, he felt bad for the kid he didn't have very loving parents but draco did try his best.

draco slowly went to the nursery, lulling Scorpius back to bed.

the little malfoy yawned and went back to his slumber.

draco placed scorpius back onto his crib and went back to his bedroom.

it all seemed a normal night, but he heard a moan from harley’s room.

“mmhh! fuckk please... damian!”

that bitch had no shame fucking another man in his home, and ignoring the childs cry?!

well, the fact that harley is fucking another man is probably not shocking to him.

but this woman is really the worst one there is, she ignored her own child crying?

what a bitch.

- • - • -

draco cant take it anymore, he missed so dearly. he wants you back.

draco did everything in his power to contact you somehow, whether magic or not

he sighed heavily before dialing the number.

936 .. 558 ... 140

draco didn't expect this number to work, this was your old phone number.

but it rang.

holy shit- it rang?! so it means, the number still works.

draco anxiously tapped his foot on the ground, hoping you'd answer and mentally preparing himself also.

“hello ? ”

. . . .

draco’s ears melted and the sound through the telephone. he hadn't heard your voice in 3 years.

draco prepared himself,mentally and physically.

“hey y/n, its me draco.. i just need to come clean now. uhm- im sorry for everything that ive done to you, i knew during the war that i shouldn't push you away and just opened up to you but i didn't and i hate and i mean, physically cant stand myself for it. i miss you so much, i really cant live without you. ever since the war everything has just been difficult for me everything wasn't going as planned. my parents set me up in a marriage with some girl, and forced me to get her pregnant. but trust me, she doesn't love me and i dont love her. i only love you, and only you. my heart belongs to you forever, every single minute i think about you and you alone. i know you probably think very low of me now, but please please . take me back, i cant stand that we arent together making a family like we used to planned I'd do anything for you,please just take me back .”

. . . .

silence.

silence was all you could reply with.

draco was really scared, and rather excited for your response. would you take him back?

what felt like enternity, before you replied.

“uhm, im sorry you dialed the wrong number.”

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[sailtomarina]

That would be inappropriate

So this prompt totally ran away from me to somewhere around 1600 words. You can stop around the point where they leave downstairs or continue on to see what happens later. As usual, I didn't know how to end things! ***

He was here, just like she hoped he would be. And why not? This club belonged to one of his close friends, after all. 

Rather than sitting in the VIP lounge a few floors up and looking down at the plebeian masses gyrating on the dance floor, Draco opted to sprawl across the back of a circular booth in the corner. The spot afforded him a semblance of blending into the crowd, while still affording separation. Hermione sat in her own booth against the opposing wall, her pecan old fashioned held at just the right height for her to peer over its rim straight at him.

Godric. He looked good.

Clenching her thighs together, she imagined what it would be like to slide along the leather cushion next to him, to press her body against his. Take a hand and turn his head forcefully towards hers for a meeting of minds and lips and everything else that follows. Ask him, “your place or mine?” as if she did this every night and wasn’t used to rejection.

But she was. Used to rejection, that is.

Before allowing her mind to spiral down that black hole, she took another sip from her glass and let her eyes wander. She recognized a lot of faces from her past and present, but thankfully there were far more strangers than anyone else. She could pick out a couple of wizards who looked like they might be up for some mutual satisfaction.

“Hermione, they aren’t why we’re here tonight.” Luna’s uncharacteristically firm voice interrupted her train of thought.

Turning a raised brow at her friend, decked out in fluttery layers that simultaneously covered up and accentuated the bare minimum, Hermione scoffed.

“I changed my mind.”

“We’re here to remove your excess wrackspurts, not add to them.”

How Luna could say something so ridiculous with such sincerity never failed to amuse her.

“Draco is alone and you will walk over to him and say hello.”

“That would be inappropriate.”

“We’re in a club. I dare say such conduct is the height of manners here.”

She had no comeback to that. As usual, Luna had a way of striking to the heart of the matter. That was one of the many reasons why Hermione loved her. Draining her glass and setting it down on the table with a thunk, she stood and held her hand out to the blonde witch.

“Dance first.”

Tittering in acceptance, Luna joined her and the two squeezed into the crowd to wiggle and gyrate to the music. While Hermione had learned to relax over the years, she still felt most at ease in the Ravenclaw girl’s company. Of all their friends, she just had a way about her that drained away fear like some kind of anti-Dementor. 

“Luna. You’re a bloody patronus!” Fuck, she was brilliant.

And apparently distracted. Hermione was so enthralled with her realization that she didn’t pay any attention to the direction of their twirling, or the way Luna herded her like a damn border collie towards a specific table with a specific wizard who had watched them from the moment they first entered the establishment.

“Whoopsie! Hi, Draco, how are you?”

Hermione whipped around at the sound of Luna’s giggle and breathy question. They stood right at the corner of Draco’s booth, and he sat there staring at them with a slightly upward curl to his lips.

“Luna…Hermione.”

How was the drawl of her name so sexy?

“I’m doing better now that you ladies are here. I quite enjoyed your dancing out there.”

If only she could disapparate herself straight into a cold shower right this bloody instant.

“And how are you?”

Before Hermione could answer him, Luna put on a show of getting bumped from behind and knocked Hermione straight into the seat next to Draco.

“Oh, how clumsy of me! It’s getting awfully crowded in here, isn’t it? Draco, keep Hermione company and I’ll go order some drinks.” And then she was off, disappearing as quickly as Alice’s white rabbit into the wall of bodies. 

“Who knew Lovegood was such a good actress?”

Their eyes met for a few seconds, before they both dissolved into laughter.

Struggling to catch a breath as a few tears seeped out, she replied, “I’m so sorry about that. Luna is kind of an inescapable force once she decides on something.”

His responding smile was warm, and he angled his body more in her direction. “She reminds me a lot of my best mate, Theo.”

“Theodore Nott?”

“Theo,” he corrected, “he hates being called Theodore. That’s him right over there.” 

To her horror, Hermione realized his finger pointed towards one of her two previous possibilities. She had almost propositioned Draco’s best friend, Merlin save her.

“I, uh, didn’t recognize him.”

“You two swots would get along.” His wink assured her all was said in jest. Coupled with the ruffled haircut he favored these days, shorter on the sides but longer on the top and curling over his forehead, he all but screamed seduction. Swallowing hard and shifting a smidgen closer, she summoned all her courage.

“Do you think we could maybe get along?”

Light grey eyes darkened as he leaned forward to look more closely at her. Was he going to kiss her? Parting her lips in anticipation and swaying closer, she smelled his intoxicating scent, a blend of spices and citrus.

“I think I’d like to get out of here.”

His words drenched her just like her imagined cold shower and she jerked backwards. What was wrong with her? She had been ready to crawl into his lap had he initiated it.

“Yes, yes, of course.” She scooted quickly out of the booth to let him out. She couldn’t, wouldn’t, look at him. He made that easy enough by standing and towering over her, and she fixated instead on his chest.

“Is there any particular place you’d like to go?”

“Excuse me?” Her eyes snapped back up to stare into his. Surely she misheard him.

“It is too crowded in here and I’d like us to take our time getting to know one another uninterrupted.” With anyone else, she would have inferred something sexual in that sentence, but with Draco, it sounded completely earnest and sexual. Tilting her head even higher, she peered at the tinted glass walls above them.

“I’ve always been curious what else Zabini is hiding up there.”

Grinning, he offered his arm. She surprised herself by taking it immediately before he demonstrated one of the smoothest apparitions she had ever had the pleasure of experiencing. One moment they were surrounded by the thumping bass of the music, and one smoky black compression and release later, they stood in a warmly lit lounge without even the barest hint of the previous beat.

“Do you like piano?”

At her nod, he fiddled with a dial on the wall panel near them and the soft sounds of Chopin began to play. Turning to survey the room, she whistled. She should’ve known from downstairs, but Blaise Zabini had impeccable taste. The room was outfitted with rich purples and blues, with golden accents tying everything together in an opulent but not overstated way. Running her hand along the back of the velvet Chesterfield in admiration, she walked to the glass wall and looked down to the dance floor just as she had imagined Draco doing earlier. She knew that even though she could see them, they couldn’t see her. They could fuck right up against the glass and no one would be the wiser.

“I see our friends are getting along.” Coming to stand beside her, Draco pointed out Luna, who was grinding against Nott with Zabini at her front.

She snorted in amusement. “Good for them. At least someone’s getting action tonight.” His chuckle sent a blush up her neck and she spun around to take a seat to cover up her embarrassment.

Just as she was settling into the velvet couch, which was just as comfortable as she had hoped, two identical glasses materialized on the table in front of her.

“I hope you don’t mind a similar drink to what you had earlier,” he said, settling into place next to her rather than up against the far side.

“You knew what I was drinking?”

“I noticed.”

His concession revealed he’d been watching her, and that did something funny to her stomach. Hermione took an exploratory whiff before sipping. Her brows raised in surprise. 

“Scotch with lemon, honey, and…”

“Ginger.”

Hermione tasted again, rolling the bright pops of flavor across her tongue and appreciating the way the sweetness tempered the burn. “This is quite good.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“What else are you thinking about?”

He tapped at his glass with his middle finger in contemplation, the metal of his family crest glinting off the signet ring. She didn’t usually like jewelry on men, but somehow he made rings totally acceptable, even preferable.

“I’m thinking…of continuing what we started downstairs.”

She decided to play it safe. “Isn’t that what we’re doing right now? Getting along?”

WIth a tsk and shake of his head, he reached over and gently took her drink, setting it down along with his on the table. Hermione felt frozen, breathless yet terrified to inhale too loudly. She remained still even when he turned back to her and leaned in much like he had earlier. The cologne was back in full force, enveloping her in its embrace.

This time, however, was different. This time, she felt the barest hint of a touch as he bent close, lips brushing along cheek, down to her jaw, then up to her ear. A fire spread in its wake, thawing her so she, too, leaned into him.

“May I kiss you, Hermione?”

Her mind flashed back to the excuse she gave Luna; it seemed so silly now.

She exhaled out her consent, a near imperceptible “yes” as she turned her head and met him in the middle. Who the fuck cared about propriety? They wanted, and they would take.

#dramione prompt #dramione #draco malfoy x hermione granger #draco malfoy #hermione granger #luna lovegood #blaise zabini #theo nott #harry potter fanfiction

[danpuff-ao3]

I swoon for swoons, let me tell you! Lovely Lauren. Sweet @swoontodeath. She's so friendly and funny and very supportive! She is also a person with a variety of fun, excellent ideas! She has so much to offer, and I'm so very glad to share a space with such a special person!

it's an inevitable

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 876. Underage. Soulmates. Student/teacher. Voyeurism.

A birthday gift?? For moi?? And such a perfect, lovely one at that! 💖 I was so touched to be gifted, and that was before I'd even read it! Reading it, though??? I am truly blessed.

Severus Snape can be patient. He's spent six years watching and waiting, after all.

no "i" in threesome

Harry/Severus. James/Severus. Harry/James/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 3,700. Time travel. Dub-con. Somnophilia. Incest. Threesome.

“Fuck me, Sev, this is too much for so early in the day,” James Potter says, when he pushes open the dormitory door to find his green-eyed doppelgänger balls-deep in Snape’s arse. 

Or: Harry learns the hard way why wizards should never tamper with time.

pretty in panic

Horace/Theodore. Draco/Theodore. Rated: E. Words: 555. Underage. Rape/non-con. Student/teacher. Polyjuice. Coercion. Dead dove.

“Please,” begged Nott at once, his voice hoarse. The word sounded strange as it rolled off his lips, as though he wasn’t the sort of boy who was accustomed to begging. 

Innocent boys were always the most fun to corrupt.

something lovers call fate

Fleur/Pansy. Rated: E. Words: 19,223. Veela Fleur. Sex worker Pansy. Dom/sub. Dom Pansy. Sub Fleur. Getting Together. Mutual Pining. Hurt/comfort.

Fleur Delacour’s magic is spilling out of her, drenching people in her scent and forcing them to obey her every command. What’s a Veela to do? 

Enter Pansy Parkinson, tamer of dragons — and women.

this feels right (and i'm letting it)

Neville/Oliver. Rated: E. Words: 17,870. Friends to lovers. Mutual pining. Quidditch injury. Light dom/sub. Wood You Rather 2022. Chubby Neville Fest 2022.

Oliver had planned to spend his recovery somewhere charming but boring, like a lakeside cabin or a house on the beach. 

He had never expected to spend his days in a tea shop in Muggle London, learning about herbs and tea leaves from the most beautiful man he had ever seen in his life.

for an explanation about Mutuals March, or to figure out why i wrote you a thing, please check out this post.

#mutuals march #swoons #snarry #snames #flansy? #longwood?? #dead dove stuff #smut stuff #great stuff #fic recs #hp fics

[jlhynde-insanitybrilliance]

UDLTTOM EXERPT: The Train to Nowhere

A/N: Idk if I’ll keep this in the fic or not, I’m not sure how well it’ll fit in later chapters. But I really like how this little piece turned out. And it can be read as a stand alone with no context, but it is a little spoilery (if I do decide to keep this idea). I wanted to experiment with this whole relationship of Harry being the Master of Death and what that entails. And I really do like the idea of Death being this formless eldritch thing living both outside and inside Harry and not being happy with this Master of Death business.

When Harry awoke, he was on a train.

At least it looked like a train…

He had no recollection of how he had come to be there. Or where this train was or where he was headed to. All he knew was that he was traveling somewhere. He felt the rocking and swaying of the individual cars as they moved along the tracks, it was what had woke him; bleary-eyed and disoriented.

He blinked, and paused as he sat up from where his body had been reclining on the upholstered seat, touching the bridge of his nose. He wasn’t wearing his glasses. He blinked again, staring up at the empty luggage compartment in front of him, seeing the gleaming golden rail to keep the luggage in place as a crisp, clear image in his mind.

Harry turned toward the window, the shade was pulled down, obstructing his view. He pulled it up and out of the way, and peered through that crystal clear window and saw nothing. An inky blackness stretched as far out as he could see. It was void of anything, no lights, no stars, no shadows receding as the train sped past. He sat forward, pressing a palm to the glass.

“What is this? Where am I?” He asked himself aloud, the silence of the empty compartment was his only answer. He looked around, standing on wobbling legs.

This was wrong. This was all wrong. Where was he? He wasn’t supposed to be here.

He patted himself down, checking his pockets for his wand. It wasn’t there. “What the fuck?” He hissed. He checked again. Nothing. “Fuck.”

He stumbled toward the door. Fell against it as he scrambled for the latch. It was unlocked. Harry wrenched it open and stuck his head out into the narrow corridor. He saw no one. He heard no one.

Harry was alone.

Alone where? He didn’t know.

The years he spent as an Auror had grilled into him a need for caution. With careful, silent steps, he stepped into the corridor and moved to the door of the next compartment, looking for anyone who could tell him what was going on.

The door slid open easily, silently. Harry shut it after seeing the compartment was unoccupied.

He tried another.

Empty.

And another.

Also empty.

He opened every compartment on the train car. All empty.

He hastened to the next car, proceeded with the same process. With each new compartment, there was a rising sense of hope—hope that was soon squashed, contorting itself in a knot settling low and heavy in his chest. Empty. All empty.

He moved to the next car.

And the next…

And the next…

And the next…

“No. No. No. No!”

Panic gripped his chest in a vice.

No…

No…

Please, please…

No…

Merlin, please…

Please!

There was no end to them. No end to the train cars. No end to the empty compartments. He must’ve searched for hours…or possibly days…

Harry didn’t know. He grew weary; the adrenaline wore off leaving him boneless and numb. He snuck to his knees, curled in on himself, pressing his face against the floor. His tears had dried, his cries for aid had gone silent.

What was the point? There was no one there. Harry was alone on this train. Not a train. It was not a train. This was hell. He was in hell.

Why?

How did he get here? Where was he?

He racked his brain for answers and found them lacking. The last thing he remembered was Hogsmeade. He remembered being in the midst of a duel with some wizard, an auor possibly, not British, a foreigner with a Scandinavian accent. He remembered Theodore Nott shouting and Tom Riddle’s wide, frightened eyes watching as a golden light erupted from Harry’s peripheral.

A golden spell…A deadly curse. Then the hot lance of pain in his ribs as a spray of red flashed across his vision, and then…and then…

…

“Am I dead?” He croaked.

No.

Harry jolted, sitting up on his knees. Was he hearing things? Did someone just answer?

He called out. “Is anyone there?”

Silence was his only answer.

He turned looking down one end of the corridor then the other. Still empty. Still devoid of any other life. But there was something, an uneasy sensation settling into his bones, prickling the hairs on the back of his neck. It was the feeling of being watched.

Someone was there.

He called out again. “Where are you? Show yourself!”

He turned to the closest open compartment. Still empty. But he heard something. It wasn’t a voice. It wasn’t even audible to his ears. It is more like a feeling or a thought. A sixth sense. Something unnamable. It answered him.

I am here.

It was a vibration in his bones, low and rumbling and cold like a dementor. Worse actually. It felt primordial. It felt eternal.

Harry froze where he kneeled, bracing his hands against the floor, nails digging into the carpet. “Where is here?”

I am here. It answered again.

That made Harry frown as he tried to work out what that meant. “Are you here with me?” He asked.

Here in you. It corrected.

“In me?” Harry didn’t understand what that meant. “What do you mean? How can you be in me?”

The answer came quick, sudden, and rocked Harry to his core. Death is in all things. I am in you. You are in me. We are one.

Harry floundered for words.“W-what does that mean? Who are you?” His voice sounded small, childlike in its terror.

Again it repeated the words. We are one.

“One what?” Harry didn’t scarcely breathe, he couldn’t move even if he had wanted to. “What are you?”

The thing, whatever it was, rumbled in his chest, it was inside him feeling and it was outside him watching. It was omnipresent and omniscient. The answer rose up from within. We are the beginning and the end. We are the great abyss from when life emerges and to which devours all things. We are one. You and I are one piece of a whole. We have no name. We are nameless. We are eternity. We will remain when nothing else is left.

Harry didn’t understand. “Are you saying you’re me? That we’re the same person?”

Not a person. Not anymore. We are one. You are a piece of me. And death cannot eat itself, child.

“What? What do you mean? Just speak plainly!” He shouted. “Let me out of here! Let me go home!”

No! The entity roared, a wild terrible rumble that made Harry clutch his head and wail. “Why? Why are you keeping me here?! Let me go!”

I cannot. We are one. You have stolen a piece of me. You have corrupted it. I cannot eat you. I cannot let you go for your corruption will spread. You will take more and more of myself. You have already propagated this disease. It’s spreading through yourself to your children and their children. It will corrupt everything. I cannot allow it! I will not allow it!

“W-what are you talking about? What disease?” He cried. The pressure in his head was so great. So terrible, it felt as if his head might explode from the force of it.

The disease is You!

This thing. This eldritch horror clawed at him from within trying to break free of his flesh, it pressed down on him from outside himself trying to squash him as if he were a pest.

You have taken something that does not belong to any mortal soul! You have cleaved it from myself! Stolen it and fashion yourself in my likeness!

It raged at him. It raged within him.

It must be stopped! You and your cancerous progeny must be vanquished or it will keep spreading! Fix this, child! Fix it now!

Harry screamed. How? How? How?

Please, stop. Stop, stop, stop—“This hurts! Make it stop! Please make it stop!” He couldn’t tell anymore who was saying what. Was that desperate plea tearing itself from his own mouth or was it pressing down on him from the infinite cosmos.

Fix it! Make it stop!

How?!

Fix it!

It hurts! Gods, it hurts—

Fix it, child!

How?!

“Hold him down, hold him down! Don’t let him twist like that!”

“What’s wrong with him?! What’s happening?!”

Harry’s limbs tried to flail, kicking outward with his feet, trying to shove this thing off of him. He felt the entity press him down, multiple hands, too many holding him still. “We need to cauterize the wound! He’s losing too much blood!”

“How the fuck is he still alive?!”

“Riddle, we need to bind his arms. Now!”

“Get off me! Get off! Let me go—“

“Evans! Harry! Hold still!”

Pain flared sharp and acute outwards from his chest as the entity clawed its way out. Those claws burned as they shredded through the sinew and muscle, cracking bones and tearing him in two.

He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe!

Fix it!

Oh gods!

Fix it, child!

Hecate, help him!

Fix it now!

Please!

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