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I don't want you to be my girlfriend

Blaise, Mattheo, Enzo, Tom, Theodore and Draco

There’s a big misunderstanding concerning your future together.

Warning: no warning, just a very fluffy fluff thingy

This was brought to you thanks to this request, but I must apologize I changed some details, but I guess the essential plot is stil there. If you spot an error that hurts your brain, let me know and save another reader. And as per usual, my darling readers happy readings! I love you all, big time!

“When we graduate things are going to change. I have big plans.” You hear your boyfriend’s voice and feel yourself get all giddy, convinced that you are part of these big plans, but suddenly you stop in your tracks. “I mean (y/n) isn’t going to be my girlfriend forever.” Next, there's silence. “Are you sure?” You hear Pansy ask and with a pounding heart you listen to your boyfriend’s answer. “Yeah. Never been so sure of anything in my life. She won’t be my girlfriend for long anymore. Things change.”

Without making a single sound you turn down the stairs of the astronomy tower. Tears streaming down your face. You were so in love with him. All the two of you did lately was talk about your future together. When did he stop loving me? Did he ever love me at all?

The next morning you looked like crap. You looked like someone who had been crying all night, which is exactly what had happened. So you skipped breakfast and just went to class where you spent your time staring in front of you and avoiding your boyfriend’s gaze at all costs. He watched you from a few seats away. When he grew inpatient waiting for you to look at him he enchanted a little note and sent it to you, but to his horror you just looked at the folded paper laying on your desk without opening it, before returning to look at the professor.

He truly doesn’t know how you managed to, but after class you just disappeared. He had immediately gotten up and walked towards you and yet you had somehow snuck past him through the other students. He picked up the unopened note he had sent you and felt his heart ache. First you didn’t show up at the astronomy tower last night, then you skipped breakfast and now you were obviously avoiding him. What did I do? I hate it when I don’t know what I did? Bad joke? Forgot about a date? Salazar, what if I did something so bad that she’s breaking up with me?

He had searched every nook and cranny of the castle to find you, which was quite a lot of work, but to no avail. I don’t even know where she’s hiding? Have we somehow grown apart without me even noticing? I’m such a shit boyfriend, I’m gonna lose the love of my life.

Defeated, he walked back to the slytherin common room when one last possible hiding spot came to mind. How did I not check there earlier?

Blaise

There you sat curled up doodling in your journal, back resting against the whomping willow. “Really not the safest spot to be. The tree gets mad from time to time.” He startles you and for a moment you stare at him with wide eyes, before relaxing. As soon as you process that it’s Blaise you roll your eyes. “Oh, really? After seven years at this school I really had no clue.” Your sarcasm is almost like venom and makes Blaise’s smile disappear. In silence he joins you, sitting too close to your liking so you move an inch away and he lets his head fall back in annoyance with your childish behavior. “I have no idea what I did, but I’m sorry, I always am when I hurt you.” His voice is soft and his hand reaches for yours, keeping you from scribbling in your notebook.

You shake your head in disbelief. How could he be sorry, when he was planning on breaking up with you. You feel tears welling up and grit your teeth in an attempt to hold them back. “When we talked about our garden together, which plants and trees we would prefer and that there needed to be a little bench… I thought you meant it. I thought you really wanted that with me.” At your words he moves a bit away from the tree to face you properly. “I do. I do want all of those things. You know that. We were just talking about our future together yesterday morning. What makes you think I wouldn’t want that with you?”

Your eyes are angry. How dare he lie like this. “I heard you last night at the astronomy tower. You want to break up with me. You had big plans and I wasn’t going to be your girlfriend anymore.” Blaise stares for a moment, before chuckling and looking away. “Unbelievable, you seriously had me worried for a moment.” All your anger subsides and confusion takes over, eyebrows knitting together. “You won’t be my girlfriend forever, (y/n), because I have other plans for you.” Blaise explains, but you still don’t catch on to what he’s hinting at. “Darling, I bought a ring.” Your eyes widen and your heart feels like it’s going to explode. “That’s what I was talking about. I showed it to everyone last night.” With shaky hands you put your notebook aside and move a little closer to your boyfriend. “An engagement ring?” Blaise nods and smiles as he adores your utterly confused face. “After we graduate, on a random date, when you don’t see it coming I’m gonna pop the question.”

Even though you were sitting in front of him he’s still surprised when you suddenly wrap your arms around his neck. “Spoiler alert, I'm gonna say yes.” You whisper all giddy and he responds by hugging you tighter than ever. Gods, I hope so, because I really love you.

Mattheo

Mattheo sighs, relieved that he’s finally found you. Sitting against the whomping willow with your knees pressed against your chest and headphones on, probably listening to the same four sad songs on repeat. He watches you from afar for a moment as he worries about what’s gotten you so upset and worse why you haven’t come to find him for consolidation yet. Even when you were angry with him you came to him to figure it out. You rarely closed yourself off for so long as you had done today and it frightened Mattheo.

Quietly he walks over to you and as soon as you spot him you turn to look away from him, making Mattheo almost reach for his chest. He decides to lean against the tree next to you, giving you some space as you’re still sitting curled up on the ground. The silence between you two is excruciating. Soundless tears run down your cheeks as you realize that this might be the last moment between you two. As painful as the silence is, Mattheo wants to give you time to start talking, it’s only when he hears you sob that he loses his patience and immediately gets down on his knees next to you. He takes off your headphones and looks at you with soft eyes. “I beg you, please, talk to me.” His fingers brush your cheeks and you savor the moment of his touch, before speaking up.

“It’s cruel Matt, making someone believe in a future together, while you’re planning a break up. I mean who does that. Yesterday morning we were arguing about marriage or kids first and in the evening you’re telling everyone that you don’t want me to be your girlfriend.” A pathetic sob escapes you and Mattheo opens his mouth, but you cut in before he can say anything. “I still love you, you know. I still want that future with you. Did I scare you away or something?” Mattheo’s heart squeezes at your painful sobs. Scare me away? How can you think of something like that? “No, no, you could never scare me away.” Mattheo wants to hold you, but you softly push his hand away. “Then tell me, what did I do wrong? Why are we breaking up?” Mattheo stares at you in disbelief, not following at all. “We aren’t. We’re never-”

“I heard you, Matt, last night at the astronomy tower. I heard you say that I wasn’t going to be your girlfriend for long.” Something changes in the way Mattheo looks at you, but you can’t quite capture it, he looks almost disappointed. “Wow. Definitely not how I planned it, but okay.” Mattheo says dryly, but also amused. There’s this sweet mischievous glimmer in his eyes that calms you, but also has you frowning. He searches in his pocket, obviously being enchanted, it takes him a while to find what he’s looking for and you stare at him in confusion as he makes a funny face. “Matt-” He shushes you and you study him carefully as he moves from sitting on both knees to resting on one knee, before pulling out a tiny box.

“If it’s up to me, (y/n), you will no longer be my girlfriend, because I want you to marry me.” You quickly shake your head and sit up a bit straighter to check if you’re really seeing what you’re seeing. Slowly, his free hand reaches to open the flannel ring box. “So (y/n) (y/l/n), will you marry me?” Your mouth opens as you stare at the ring, before looking at Mattheo whose smile is filled with love. You nod, ignoring the elegant and shiny ring, you lunge towards him and he wraps his arms around you. He quickly closes the box to keep the ring safe, before kissing you passionately. When you break apart, your foreheads rest against each other. “The answer’s yes by the way.” You whisper with flustered eyes. Mattheo licks his lip, smirking at the beautiful fiance in his arms. “I assumed that much.” He said, eyes shining with happiness. “But, dear future wife, don’t you ever assume silly things again, like maybe me dumping you. Never going to happen, understand?” Sheepishly you chew your lip, embarrassed with your own dramatics. When you nod, his smile grows brighter and leans in for another passionate kiss.

Enzo

As soon as Lorenzo spotted you, he came running towards the whomping willow, though carefully watching the tree so as not to get attacked by it. You were just laying on the ground staring up at the sky and the tree, but you knew Enzo was coming your way. You had been together for so long you could hear it was him just by his footsteps. You took a deep breath, trying to get rid of the weight on your chest, knowing that your relationship would all be over soon. With a happy smile Enzo’s face comes into your view as he stands next to you looking down at you. “Found you.” He quips rather proud of himself and you snort. Joking before breaking up that’s just rude. Did our relationship really mean nothing?

When Lorenzo notices your displeasure with his presence he kneels down next to you. “Everything alright?” He asks with a soft, worried voice as he scans your face for any hints. You chew your lip for a moment before sitting up, eyes wandering around, avoiding Enzo. “I really looked forward to it.” Enzo frowns and sits down next to you, his arm brushing yours. Before he can ask for an explanation, you continue. “Cooking together every evening. Going to bed together. Waking up and arguing in the bathroom, but making up at the breakfast table. You were going to make that boring adult everyday routine fun, you would make everyday worth it.” Lorenzo drops his head, looking down. She’s breaking up with. He heard you struggle to keep yourself from sobbing and looked back up.

He wasn’t just gonna let you break up with him. He grabbed both of your hands and pulled you towards him, now your teary eyes were forced to meet his. “Darling, whatever dumb thing I did, I love you too much to have done it on purpose, so please just talk to me.” You narrow your eyes at him, confused by what he was saying. You sniffle and he wraps an arm around your head pulling towards him, forcing you to rest on his shoulder for a moment. “Please, don’t break up with me.” Your boyfriend whispers, before placing a soft kiss on your temple. You pull away and look at him. “I don’t want to break up with you, you’re the one that’s done with our relationship.” Enzo’s eyes widen and his mouth drops a bit. “Wha- why? Why would you say something so ridiculous!” He sounds almost angry with you for suggesting something so outrageous.

You frown and bite back. “Don’t play dumb, Berkshire! I heard you last night at the astronomy tower talking to all your friends and Pansy, who’s my friend by the way, about how I wasn’t going to be your girlfriend for long anymore. Hah!” You point at him, thinking you’ve cornered him, figured out all his lies, but he doesn’t look impressed at all. “Oh right, right… but tell me, darling, if I’m planning on breaking up with you then… uhm, why did I spend a ridiculous amount of money on an engagement ring?” With one swift move he presents you a small velvet ring box and judges you, before quickly tucking it back into his pocket. Your mouth just hangs agape as you watch him put the ring box away. “Miss I-have-it-all-figured-out, do you have any other crazy assumptions? Maybe you think I bought that for one of my other girlfriends-” You give him a soft push and he smiles at your flustered face.

“Break up with you? Have you lost it? Gods, I’m marrying an idiot.” Lorenzo laughs and pulls you onto his lap. You’re still trying to wrap your head around the fact that Enzo bought an engagement ring. “Marrying an idiot? Enz, I haven’t said yes.” You say, attempting to sound composed and he grins at you. “That’s because you haven’t seen the ring, yet.” You snake an arm around his neck. “So show me.” You brush your nose against his and he smirks, happy that you're eager to see the ring and say yes. Enzo steals a tender kiss from you before moving his lips to your ear. “I don’t think so.” You look at him with curious eyes and he explains himself. “I have this whole thing planned and it’s already bad enough that you know I’m going to propose. I don’t need you knowing about anything else I have in store for you.” Merlin, I love him. Desperately your lips crash into his, passionately kissing your future husband as he holds you tight.

Tom

He studies you from afar as you focus on your journal. He adores your elegant figure, small against the great whomping willow. He approaches you with a featherlight step and you don’t notice him until he speaks up with a serious tone. “You had me worried. Disappearing for a whole day.” Your heart jumps as his sudden presence startles you and you quickly close your journal. When you look up he notices your exhausted eyes and crouches down to your level. His fingers brushing your jawline before grabbing a hold of your chin as you try to turn away from him. With a firm grip he forces you to meet his eyes. “Have you been crying, dear?” Your eyes go dead at his question. “Don’t pretend to care. I know you’re breaking up with me.”

Your voice is cold and your words catch him off guard, dropping his hand and studying your face. “When we talked about traveling the world, I thought it was going to be you and me. Searching for the boundaries of magic, you and me… always.” His face goes cold as tears visually well up in your eyes. “I can’t believe you’re breaking up with me. I don’t understand. I thought we were happy.” Now you can no longer hold your tears back, instantly your hands cover your face and Tom grits his teeth at the sound of your sobbing. “Enough.” He says sternly, grabbing your hands and making you look at him. “I don’t know what’s gotten into your silly little head, but I’m not breaking up with you, not now, not ever!”

He can spot a glimmer of hope in your eyes at his words and he sighs. “Quite to the contrary, actually. I’m planning on spending the rest of my life with you and I want to make it official.” You swallow and shake your head a little as you remember last night's words. “But- but I heard you talk yesterday evening… you said I wasn’t going to be your girlfriend forever.” Tom’s lips form a line and he cups your face, thumbs brushing over the stains of your tears. “You should know better than to eavesdrop. You missed out on a bit of context.” Your eyebrows knit together. “You’re not breaking up with me?” With a soft smile he shakes no. “I missed out on the context?” Tom nods and you feel yourself relax. “Okay.” You whisper and you lean towards Tom so he can embrace you. With your head pressed against his chest you wonder. “I don’t get it, what context?” Tom smiles to himself. “You’ll find out soon enough.” He pulls away a little so he can place a tender kiss on your soft lips. I can’t believe she almost found out about the proposal. If she had seen the ring last night the surprise would’ve been ruined.

Theodore

You were trying to focus on the book in your hands, but you had to reread every sentence twice, because your mind kept going to Theodore’s words. Frustrated with your incapacity to read, you sigh and look around taking in your surroundings, it’s then that you spot Theo slowly walking in your direction. “Here it goes.” You mutter to yourself as you mentally prepare yourself for a painful break up. “Where have you been all day?” Theo asks, noticing you looking at him. You shrug, not in the mood for small talk. “Here.” You say dryly and Theodore’s tongue darts around in his mouth as he tries to figure out what’s going on. “Why did you ignore my note?” You look away from him. Can’t he just cut to the chase.

Again you shrug, eyes still staring into the distance. Theodore raises his eyebrows, a little annoyed by your attitude. “Okay, princess. I’ll play.” He goes to sit opposite of you, giving you all his attention, but you snap your head towards him at his words. “You are unbelievable, Theodore Nott!” Your loud voice makes Theo clench his jaw. “Right back at ya, sweetie.” He’s annoyed, but he tries to stay calm, seeing how upset you are. “Don’t ‘sweetie’ me, Nott.” You snare. “I know you’re here to break up with me. I heard you talking at the astronomy tower last night. I know about your big plans that don’t involve a girlfriend. So you can scurry off now. I’ll be fine.” Theo opens his mouth before closing it again and chuckling softly. You frown. “This isn’t funny.” You say, clearly hurt by his lack of emotion. You reach for your book to hit it against his arm, but your boyfriend ceases the opportunity to grab your wrist and pull you closer to him, much to your dislike.

“It’s funny, trust me.” He whispers, chuckling as he closes the space between you two. “I’m not gonna scurry off, princess, and I’m not breaking up with your dumb ass.” You try to pull your wrist free. “I heard you say-” Theo snakes an arm around your waist to keep you close, before interrupting you. “You heard what exactly?” You fall silent and look up at him with watery eyes. “Because I’m not breaking up with you, I love you a little too much and I’ve invested a bit too much money in an engagement ring. So you and I, we’re not breaking up any time soon.” The sadness in your eyes is replaced by surprise. “Engagement ring?” You whisper barely audible and Theo nods softly, eyes focused on yours. “So did you maybe hear me say something like : she’s not going to be my girlfriend for long?” He leans closer to you, eyes moving between your lips and your eyes. “Because you’re not going to be my girlfriend for long, since you’ll be my fiance soon and then-” Your lips crash on his and his hand moves to your head as he kisses you back passionately. “I’m an idiot.” You whisper between kisses, only making him kiss you harder. “Yeah, you are. You’re lucky you’re cute.” You frown and he chuckles. “I love you.”

Draco

With closed eyes you enjoy the sounds of nature around you. “Hey!” You recognize your boyfriend’s voice and turn to see him walk up to you with his usual flair, though carefully watching the whomping willow afraid of what it might do. You turn away from him, not ready to face him after hearing him talk about breaking up with you last night. “What’s got you hiding out here?” He watches you with crossed arms and you chew your lip, fingers playing with the grass by your side. You were rarely this distance and he gets more worried. He decides to sit down next to you. “If something’s wrong you can tell me.” You’re surprised by the softness of his voice and turn to him. His heart breaks a little when he notices your puffy eyes, but he stays quiet, waiting for you to tell him what’s going on.

“I feel stupid, Draco.” You confess and he frowns at you, before you continue. “I- I just thought that when we lay in bed discussing the interior of our mansion that- I guess I believed that you really wanted that. You really had me believing you wanted that future with me.” Your boyfriend’s face goes paler than it usually is, but you don’t notice the horror in his eyes. “I respect your choice and I won’t make any drama, but I want you to know that I really wanted that… a future for just the two of us.” With those words you get up, feeling tears well up. “What?” Draco almost yells as he instantly gets up after you. “You can’t break up with me.” He grabs your hand and you look at him, confused at his words. “I’m not breaking up with you, you are breaking up with me.” Your explanation almost hurts Draco’s brain as he tries to make sense of what you’re saying. “No. No. Why would I break up with you?”

You press your lips into a line as you now notice how utterly confused he is. Your eyes rest on his hand holding onto yours, he didn’t want you to go anywhere. You look up at him, frowning. “But I heard you… last night… you said that- that I wasn’t going to be your girlfriend forever. Pansy asked if you were sure and you said yes. I clearly heard you say that.” Draco seems to relax at your words and a soft smile creeps up his lips. “Oh, love.” He lets go of your hand, before taking a step closer so there’s only an inch between you two and slings his arms around you, hugging you as he softly chuckles. “I’m not breaking up with you.” The calmness in his voice convinces you of his sincerity and you feel all the pain and tension leave your heart, making you blink away soft tears of joy.

You enjoy his warmth and hug him back, but after a moment your mind goes back to last night. “But then, what were you talking about?” You move away from him as you feel a bit of doubt make its way back to your heart. Draco tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and adores you with the sweetest smile on his lips. “You won’t be my girlfriend for long because I intend on marrying you.” Your eyes widen and you feel the purest form of happiness rush through you. “Marry me?” You whisper in surprise, not really believing what you had just heard. “Yes and I’m sure of it.” An intense blush forms on your cheeks and your eyes get sparkly as a soft laugh of joy leaves your lips. “I love you, Draco Malfoy.” He kisses tenderly, before locking his eyes with your and wiggling his eyebrows. “I love you too, future Mrs Malfoy.” You laugh and bite your lip. “I like that.” Draco pulls you closer, happy to hear your approval. You break a passionate kiss when your mind starts wondering again. “When are you asking?” You ask with a cheeky smile and Draco scoffs at your question. “I’m not telling. It’s already bad enough you know that I’m gonna ask.”

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breaddowrites · 3 years

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Fresh Start | Draco Malfoy x Reader

hey, this was inspired partially by someones shifting experience. pls let me know if you want me to continue this, and share ideas if you have. also let me know if any of it is kinda bad. critique me!

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warnings: violence n mean draco

You were a very popular Gryffindor in year 6. You had managed to befriend all the right people from the other houses, and most of the teachers adored you and how much you reminded them of your mother. Everyone loved you.

Everyone except one.

“Oi! L/N!” Draco shouted, chasing after you as you ran out of potions class.

You were fuming, your eyes narrowed to angry slits and your lips pursed. The entire school knew to stay out of your way when you had that look on your face. Except Draco Malfoy. “Look at me when I talk to you!” Draco grabbed your arm, pulling you to face him.

You had just reached the top of the stairs as he spun you around, and you almost tripped down them. You glared fiercely at Draco, and snapped your arm out of his grasp. “Do I look like I’m in the mood to talk to you, Malfoy?!”

“I don’t give a bloody damn if you’re in the mood to talk to me.” He glared back at you with equal fire. “You screwed up my grade, you stupid wench. Screw up like that again and the whomping willow will have do with you!”

An uncontrollable rage grew in your stomach, and you grit your teeth. “Damn the whomping willow!” You shouted, fists balled at your side. “And damn you, Malfoy! All you care about is yourself. I’m so tired of dealing with you, bloody selfish prick! Can’t you just find someone else to piss off for once, you BRAT!”

You were screaming by the end of your rant, and a crowd of students had formed to watch you two argue. This wasn’t a rare occurrence, but it got worse with every passing day.

Draco was enraged by your words and shrilling voice, he reached his hands out to grab your shoulders and push you down the stairs behind you. You gasped at your sudden loss of balance, and grabbed Draco’s wrist. The stairs began to move to the other side of the hall as you stumbled, and you two went tumbling to the landing on the other side of the hall. You cried out of pain, you had definitely received a lot of new bruises and as Draco landed on you, you thought you broke a few ribs.

With the unresolved anger issues you possessed, you rolled to be on top of Draco and began throwing the punches your mother had taught you in case of situations like this. “I’m gonna kill you, Malfoy!” You screamed, your hands wrapped around his throat.

Draco spun you over and punched you with his right fist. You gasped at the feeling of his cold metal rings colliding with your skin. “Not if I kill you first, L/N!”

The fight became more violent as the seconds passed, neither of you remembering you had magic powers. None of the students watching dared get between the feral teenagers.

Finally, McGonagall and Snape appeared, tearing the two apart. “What on EARTH is going on here?!” Snape boomed, bringing the pair back to reality.

“He pushed me-”

“She punched me-”

“SILENCE!” McGonagall exclaimed, her grip on you tightening. “I don’t even know where I’m going to start with you two!”

In McGonagall’s classroom, Draco and you sat in two chairs next to each other. Your uniforms were ruffed, and both of you had blood pooling from various parts of your faces. You had your tie shoved to your bloody nose, and Draco was holding his black eye.

Snape and McGonagall were shouting.

When they had finally released you to the infirmary, your task was to walk together in a civilized manner. Your adrenaline had worn off, and you weren’t that angry anymore. The exhaustion and dizziness made you realize you probably had a concussion.

“You’re such an idiot, L/N.” Draco, on the other hand, was still fuming.

You rolled your eyes, shoving your hands into your pockets. “Merlin, just shut up for once, Malfoy. My head is spinning enough, I don’t need your bloody voice ringing in my ears anymore.”

Draco grit his teeth. “You’re not so innocent, and everyone knows now. Everyone knows the monster you really are.”

Your eyes snapped up to glare at him. “Shut it, daddy’s boy. Just because you don’t get enough attention at home doesn’t mean you can go searching for it everywhere else. I’m just as tired of you as your parents are.” You paused, raising a hand to your eyes. “Shit,”

Draco stared at you, wondering how the hell you had the nerve to keep saying stuff like that to him. He was still fuming, and hardly noticed your paling face. “At least my father loves me enough to stick around, can’t say the same for yours. Wasn’t he declared dead a few days ago?

“Draco-” You tried interrupting, your vision going fuzzy. You struggled to move.

“Must be a shame to be known as the girl with a dead father and a crazy bitch of a mother.”

You shoved your arm out to grab his sleeve. “I-”

With a short start to a sentence, you were down. Draco hardly managed to catch you as your legs gave out. “L/N?” He questioned, watching your eyes roll back and your mouth fall open. He bent his ear to your mouth, feeling you breathing ever so softly. “Bloody hell,” he sighed, wincing as he tossed you over his sprained shoulder.

Madame Pomfrey exclaimed when she saw Draco rush in with you. “Set her there!” She pointed to the closest empty bed. Draco set you down as gently as he could. “Draco, what happened?!”

“W-We were doing fine, just walking. Well, we got into a fight, obviously. We also fell down the stairs.” A tinge of guilt pang through him as he watched Pomfrey dab the welts on your face from his rings. “She just collapsed. I think she said something about being dizzy.”

“She must be concussed,” Pomfrey furrowed her brows with worry. “This is very bad. She might not wake up.”

Draco’s eyes widened and he took a step back. “What do you mean she might not wake up?”

“It’s very risky to fall asleep with a concussion, and if she just collapsed, that’s a very bad sign. She may have slipped into a coma.” Pomfrey sighed, beginning to take your vitals. “All I can do right now is examine her until she wakes up.”

Draco turned and sprinted out of the room, the overwhelming feeling to get away from your unconscious body was uncontrollable. “Draco!” Pomfrey yelled. “I still need to patch you up!”

Everyone had gone to visit you in bed, everyone except Draco Malfoy.

One day, late in the afternoon, Draco walked into the infirmary. He almost had to walk back out. He never thought he could hold so much guilt for someone he once despised to the core.

Your bruises had almost healed, they were just yellow spots littering your pale skin. He sat in the chair that was always besides your bed, and glanced over your still figure. You hadn’t moved in weeks. It was completely his fault. “L/N…” He began softly, shifting his gaze to his bruised knuckles. “I’m sorry.” He’d spent days trying to justify his actions, trying to shift the blame to you, but he just couldn’t anymore.

Madame Pomfrey was alerted by a crash in the main room. She raced out of her office to see that the bed which occupied you for two weeks was empty. “Y/N?” Pomfrey called out, rushing over to find you curled fearfully on the floor and Draco stepping away from you.

Tears streaking down your cheeks, you looked up. “W-Where am I? Where’s my mother?!” You cried, scooting yourself against the wall. “Who are you people?! MOTHER!” You cried out, sinking in on yourself.

“Y/N, Y/N, my dear!” Madame Pomfrey crouched down a few feet in front of you. “My name is Madame Pomfrey, I’m the matron at Hogwarts. You recognize Hogwarts, don’t you, darling?”

“H-Hogwarts?” You questioned, lowering your hands from your face. Your gaze flickered between Pomfrey and Draco. “Am I at Hogwarts?”

“Yes, sweetheart. You had an incident and fell into a concussion coma for a few weeks. It seems you have a bit of amnesia as well.” Pomfrey frowned at you and stood back up. “Can I examine you, my dear?”

“Who is he?” You asked, pointing at Draco.

“That’s Draco Malfoy. He was just visiting you, a lot of people have been visiting you since your accident.” Pomfrey motioned Draco toward you. “Be useful and help her up.”

You looked at Draco suspiciously, but allowed him to help you stand up. Your legs were incredibly weak after not being used for two weeks, and he did most of the work getting you back onto the bed.

Madame Pomfrey immediately began to examine you. You continued to stare at Draco, who’s eyes were pinned to the floor. “We must be friends, if you were visiting me.” You stated, watching him shift nervously. “Go get me something to eat, my stomach hurts.”

Draco’s eyes shot up at you, and he started to back away from your bed. “I don’t think-”

“Please,” You cut him off, grasping his hand to keep him from leaving. Your eyes begged him. “Can you please get me something to eat?”

Draco nodded, continuing to avoid your eyes. “What would you like?”

“Something soft, easy to chew. Maybe even soup.”

“Soup would be the best choice.” Pomfrey pitched in, peering into your throat.

“Okay, I’ll be back soon.” Draco cleared his throat and swiftly left the room. As he walked to the dining hall, his mind was running a mile a minute.

How can she not remember me? Does she not remember anything about the fight? Does she not remember anything about our relationship, or lack thereof? Does she remember anything about Hogwarts? Did I really muck up this bad?

“My mother, she’s still traveling, right?” You questioned Madame Pomfrey. “I’m starting to remember a little. She taught here at some point, correct?”

“Yes, Y/N.” Madame Pomfrey smiled, peering over your stoic expressions. “She taught in your third year. Do you recall which class it was?”

“Herbology, I remember taking it with Harry and Ron, and this other girl… I don’t fully remember.”

After a few more questions, Madame Pomfrey came to a conclusion. “Well, it seems your amnesia is only temporary. Once I release you, Y/N, you must return if you find yourself unable to recall certain things, or have lasting pain.” She placed a hand on your shoulder and rubbed gently. “You seem to be healing well, but you’ll need to stretch carefully, you haven’t moved in over two weeks.”

Draco returned to the room, looking incredibly suspicious. He exposed a thermos with soup from under his robe. “Here,” He handed you the thermos and a spoon. “It’s mushroom.”

You lit up with joy. “I love mushrooms! Thank you, Draco.” You beamed at him, quickly taking the cup from his hands.

Draco was shocked to see you smile at him like that, you had never done it before. You’d been enemies from the moment you met. “Y-Yeah, whatever.” He plopped into the chair next to your bed to contemplate on telling you the truth.

Madame Pomfrey came around with a wheelchair. “Draco, if she needs to go anywhere, you’ll take her in this. She’s not quite ready to walk long distances on her own yet.”

Draco shot up from his seat, brows furrowed. “Why do I have to take her around. Can’t the mudblood do it?!”

Pomfrey glared at Draco. “It is part of your punishment for the incident. Do you want to take care of the girl you hurt so badly or do you want three months of detention? It’s your decision, Draco.”

Pomfrey walked off, leaving Draco and you alone. You looked up at him, a tinge of anger in your eyes. “Huh, so it’s your fault I was in a coma.” You fisted his robe and yanked him toward you. “I think you owe me some explanations, right now.”

“Serves you right to have to babysit me.” You laughed, leaning into the pillows behind you. “You almost killed me, you psychopath. You need some community service.”

“It wasn’t like that, Y/N. You were psychotic too!” Draco exclaimed, laughing softly with you. “Oh, if a teacher had heard the things you said to me, you would’ve been forced to write lines until your hands bled.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re still the one that shoved me down the stairs!”

“You threw the first punch!”

“You slapped me with your dumb metal rings!”

“You gave me a black eye!”

You narrowed your eyes at him, disregarding everything you just said. “Anyway, I only forgive you because you’re hot.”

Draco gaped at you. “You are a completely different person without your memories.”

You laughed, “that’s kind of how it works, Draco.”

“I-I mean, we were enemies. We loathe each other. You would’ve eaten dirt before ever calling me hot.” He stared at you suspiciously. “There’s no way you don’t remember.”

“I really don’t. I only really remember two other people in all of Hogwarts so far. Pomfrey said I should be regaining my memories… So we’ll see if I still like you in a few days. But for now, I guess we get a fresh start.”

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heyitssmiller · 3 years

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Im here with another Hogwarts warmup, if you want it. SW characters belong to the lovely Hazel @lumosinlove

By late spring of Leo’s fourth year, he could confidently say that he had his shit figured out. He’d passed his exams with flying colors, actually doing better then he though he would but Logan had told him it was expected. Leo was “smart as shit” in his words. Finn also told him he’d known Leo would do well, though this was on a separate occasion. “I was the one who tutored you, after all.”

Leo had just scoffed and playfully shoved him, but Finn’s bragging was well justified. He’d done better than Leo had, probably the best in their year.

On top of his stellar test scores, Leo had the summer to look forward to, which seemed to be just around the corner. He and Finn also continued to study in the library, though with no more exams to study for, it was more so they could keep hanging out.

Yes, spring was going exceptionally well. The warmer weather was making Leo smile brighter, and feel like he was on top of his game. Until he heard the news.

Everyone in Hogwarts heard the story. Snape was in the hospital wing, apparently in bad shape. The gossip was James Potter had even been the one to save his life.

The rumors flew fast and reached stellar heights of absolute ridiculousness.

Snape had a dark spell backfire on him and Potter performed the counter curse.

I heard that a centaur attacked him.

Someone confunded Severus and convinced him to get too close to the whomping willow.

It was revenge for Snape calling Lily a mudblood.

Leo heard it all, and after piecing the puzzles together, it wasn’t hard for him to eventually figure out the real story. The one Dumbledore and McGonagall were working hard to keep under wraps.

He went to the hospital wing immediately, and upon seeing Remus in one of the beds, his suspicions were confirmed true. It was no dark curse, or a centaur, or even the whomping willow at fault. But Leo truly believed Remus wasn’t the one to blame, either.

Snape was still alive, wasn’t he?

Besides that, Leo knew that Lupin was a genuinely good person. He was an excellent prefect, patient with the first years and kind to anyone he crossed paths with. Leo knew how nice Remus could be from personal experience.

That day when Leo had figured out his feelings for one of his bestfriends, a Slytherin boy of all people, and panicked. Leo had found himself pacing the edge of the Black lake, kicking rocks into the water as hard as he possibly could and crying because he didn’t want to feel that way. Not because he was ashamed, but because he was worried the feelings would get stronger and he’d lose Logan.

Remus found him, and by that time, the sun was setting and Leo had missed dinner.

It’s okay. I’m the same way, too Remus said to him. But Leo already knew that, because he had spent so much time observing people, assuring himself he wasn’t the only one at Hogwarts who was gay. Leo spent so much time observing, he had also figured out another secret of Remus Lupin’s.

And that’s why he was here, taking in the smell of antiseptic.

The nightstand next to Remus’ hospital bed told Leo that James and Peter had been there recently, leaving gifts of chocolate and encouraging, friendly notes that all with We love you, Moony.

Leo rolled his eyes. It’s a marvel that nobody else has figured it out, with a nickname like Moony.

Strangely, there was nothing from Sirius. But Leo didn’t have time to ponder over that, because he heard Remus start to wake up.

The fifth year blinked, quietly groaning as he tried to sit up. Leo quickly moved to help him, but his hands were batted away.

“I’m fine.” Remus said, fixing the pillows behind him so he could lean against them in an upright position. Then, his eyes fixed on Leo.

Remus stared like a deer in headlights, and Leo was suddenly realizing that maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to come here. He didn’t want to worry Remus, and no one else was supposed to know he was in the hospital wing.

“Uh... Hi.” He said, offering a shy wave. Remus only blinked at him.

Leo shifted his weight from foot to foot, not knowing what to do now that he was actually here. He just wanted to make sure Remus was alright. He wanted to make sure he had some company when the Marauders were busy finishing the last of their O.W.L.s.

“Knut.” Remus finally greeted, voice coming out rough. He cleared his throat a few times, and took a sip of the water on his nightstand then tried again. “What are you doing here?”

Honestly? Leo didn’t know how to answer that question. When he figured out what had happened - what actually happened - he was so concerned with making sure Remus was alright that he hadn’t stopped to think that Remus didn’t know that Leo knew. And he didn’t want Remus to know, because he didn’t want him to worry.

But Remus was looking at him in such a terrified way, that Leo could only think of one way to fix it.

“I’m here to check on you. I... no one knows the real story. But I figured it out. And I wanted to make sure you were okay?”

The answer didn’t have the effect Leo was going for. Instead, Remus started breathing faster, and both of his hands were on Leo’s chest, pushing him away.

“Yo- you shouldn’t be here. I’m just sick, I didn’t make a potion right.”

Leo tried pushing him back onto the bed, scared that Remus was about to fall off at any minute but he was equally matched in stubbornness.

“You can’t be here, I’m super contagious. I don’t want anyone knowing that I failed potions-”

“Lupin.”

“Please, just go, it’s so embarrassing-”

“Remus!”

Remus stopped, and so did Leo. “It’s okay. I know. It’s okay.”

The words didn’t stop Remus from shaking, but he allowed himself to settle back into the pillows. Leo was glad to see that his breathing was returning to normal, but Remus still didn’t look at him. He stared at the nightstand, instead.

“I didn’t hurt him.” Remus whispered, refusing to meet eye contact.

“Oh my- no. That’s not why I’m here. I know you didn’t hurt anyone.”

“Then why are you here?” Remus snapped, finally meeting his gaze with hard eyes. Leo didn’t flinch. He was used to Logan’s temper, and this had nothing on the fits Lo would go through.

“I’m here as your friend. You were there for me once, remember? Now I’m here for you.”

And eventually, Remus softened. His shoulders released their tension and he sunk back into the bed, finally relaxed.

Leo took that as his cue to sit in the empty visitor’s chair and prop his feet on the metal bed frame. He wanted to ask, wanted to know why Snape was at the shack, or how he had even known in the first place, but Remus didn’t need that right now. Just the silence and companionship seemed enough.

He didn’t need to ask are you okay, either because he was very obviously not.

Instead, he grabbed the pack of playing cards out of the drawer of the nightstand and started shuffling them for a round of go fish. And Remus smiled, for the first time that day.

AAAAAAAAAH 😍😍😍I LOVE IT SO MUCH

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constant-creative-chaos · 4 years

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Dating Cedric Diggory Would Include:

Cedric is a complete sweetheart

He absolutely adores you, you can see it in his smile when you catch him staring

Not only is he the sweetest guy in all of the UK but he is a gentleman

He carries your books for you

He kisses your knuckles when he greets you

He escorts you to your dorm or common room

You get the picture

Speaking of pictures, he has pictures of you pinned to his bed frame

His friends often tease him and ask how he landed someone like you

His reply is always the same

“I dunno mates, I ask myself everytime I see them smile.”

He often extends his prefect bathroom privileges to you if you aren’t one yourself

“Ced, c’mon! Let me down, I promised I’d meet Granger in the library to study!”

“Or instead of leaving me alone to drown in my misery without you, we could go down to the black lake and go for a swim!”

As much as Cedric is a gentleman, he is a goofball, honestly, that boy will do anything to make you smile

Also, constant teasing about your height

Weather you’re taller or shorter than him, he always has some well mannered joke

Summers spent with the Diggory’s? Yes, Amos loves as if you were his own

Speaking of Amos, he is constantly teasing Cedric in front of you and is embarrassing Cedric

“Oh yes! I’m assuming Cedric never told you about how he used to run around in his Batman pajamas, he was in love with the muggle comic character!”

“He did not, but please tell me more, I am fascinated.”

“Dad, please stop.”

During your time at the Diggory’s house in the summer Cedric and yourself would often be found doing small domestic tasks like cooking together

Amos finding you two curled together on the couch, sleeping soundly while a movie is playing in the background

Cedric falling asleep to your humming while you read

He reads to you when you’re tired but can’t seem to sleep

“Eros sat still, looking out at the sun rise one last time- oh,”

“No, no, I’m still awake, keep reading. I love hearing your voice,”

He knew you barley awake, but continued reading anyway

The train ride back to Hogwarts would always be spent with him patrolling your section of the train

he knows how to braid hair, if your hair is long enough he’ll braid it for you

you’re the person he pulled from the lake

after he kisses you he likes to press his forehead to yours

he grabs your face when you kiss

he adores it when you play with his hair

he also loves to flirt with you even though you’re already his

as much as he’d like to say he’s smooth and shit, he’s really not

He loves holding your hand, it’s adorable

He is always up to go on an after hours adventure with you

You two found the shrieking shack entrance through the whomping willow in your third year

Now he drags you there every once in a while to escape both of your friend groups

He has taken you out on broom rides around the grounds a few times

He says he likes it because of the smile on your face when you see the castle’s silhouette from the lake but it’s because he likes having you so close to him

His favourite date spot is the astronomy tower after dark, and everytime you to go up there together he tells you the same line

“You make the stars look dim,”

That’s also where you two kissed for the first time

“You make me see stars,”

One day you convinced him to let you put a charm on him

It was a small enchantment that replaced every scar with white stars

And after the triwizard tournament he had quite a few scars that he hated but the stars on them just reminded him of you

Eventually he began to accept them and as he did the charm faded

And when he realised why it stopped he just hugged you tightly and thanked you

After Hogwarts you guys decided to move in together in a small flat in near the ministry

Slytherin Reader:

Hufflepuff accepting you as one of there own almost immediately after finding out about Cedric and yourself

Always finding yourself defending the Hufflepuffs against the bigoted Slytherins

You're always dressed up in yellow and black in every Quidditch game Cedric is playing in, even against slytherin

Cedric being the most Slytherin positive Hufflepuff you have ever met

To the point where he will often steal your silver and green, Slytherin scarf

You pretend to be annoyed but you secretly love seeing him so casually show his pride for his Slytherin partner

Cedric understanding your fear for him meeting your parents

But eventually he convinced you to introduce him

“Mother, Father, this is Cedric. He is my boyfriend-“

“House and Blood Status?”

Cedric smiling kindly at them, “Hufflepuff and Half-blood.”

Your mother fumed, you were not to stain your families perfect blood line with him

He just continued to smile at them even after your mother scolded you for associating with him and calling him a half breed

And his smile went from one of kindness to one of pride at your quick and sharp retaliation,

“Mother, our family has been inbreeding for decades, Aunt Marina has three kids with her cousin, and you are not one to talk.”

Your father was quietly angry and disgusted because of his shared views of blood status with your mother

But no matter there statements Cedric was yours as you were his, and that perfect as is

But after the meeting Cedric reassured you that you are not like them, which was incredible

Making incredible friends in the hufflepuff house

Keeping your unbiased and kind slytherin friends close

Cedric getting along swimmingly with them

Lounging in each other’s common rooms and ignoring the stares and comments made

Playfully glaring at each other when someone makes a comment about the others house and then laughing about it and confusing people

Gyffindor Reader:

Doing something stupid and brave and Cedric whispering to you,

“I see why you’re in Gryffindor now,”

Being caught out in the halls with Cedric by filch often goes like this:

“Oh hey Filch, I saw some students down by the- QUICK DISTRACTION!” *throws something*

and then dragging Cedric along with you through the halls as you sprinted away with him

Then ending in you two laughing and panting in some random broom closet at the opposite end of the school

Giving him warning when a Weasley prank is about to go down

Watching out for the golden trio and making sure that they’re alright

And helping them on some of there more dangerous stunts

Which Cedric often scolds you for scaring him and putting yourself in danger

If you play Quidditch, showing your Gryffindor intensity and not playing easier against him

Cedric always coming to the celebratory and random Gryffindor parties

Often he stays to the very end with you and Harry says some stupid line before heading off to bed

“And then there was two,” Harry said, slapping his and hands down on your shoulders, “Use protection.”

And then he’d walk up to bed laughing silently to himself, leaving both you and Cedric beet red

“I know that he’s the only one that can kill Voldemort according to the prophecy, but I will strangle him in his sleep.”

Cedric then proceeding to tease the hell out of you and make plenty of innuendos

No but Harry is constantly teasing you, annoying little git

To get back at him Cedric and yourself just become even more comfortable around each other around him

“Ugh! C’mon, anywhere but around me!”

putting you’re name in the goblet of fire as well because an adventure is an adventure

nearly killing him after he came back half alive from the final event

Ravenclaw Reader:

Cedric dragging you away from the pile of books on your bedside table

“Your books will be here after date night, I promise,”

After big fights, which don’t occur often, you’d find a book on your bed with a sweet message on the front page

Reading aloud to Cedric after nightmares from the tournament

Study Dates

Distracting each other during said study dates

Constantly reminding him to do his homework

Letting him copy your notes

Finding the cozy, warm environment of the hufflepuff common room much more relaxing then the elegant and sophisticated look of the ravenclaw common room

“Why is there an eagle on your house crest if it’s RAVENclaw?”

“Cedric, I’ve asked myself that everyday for the past five years.”

He always comes to find you in the Library in the early hours of the morning when you’re finishing an essay to bring you to bed

“Sweetheart, you’ve been up for hours doing this essay, come to bed.”

“Ced, i want to, trust me I do but it’s due tomorrow. I’ll be fine.”

He’ll soon lose patience and pack your stuff up and drag you to bed weather you’d like to or not

Hufflepuff reader:

Being the power couple of hufflepuff

first years always coming to you for help

you two the unofficial hufflepuff parents

all the hufflepuffs younger than you guys come to you guys with their problems

hexing the shit out of people teasing your hufflepuff children

you can be found on Cedric’s lap in the common room 90% of the time

being an absolute sweetheart but also willing to throw hands with anyone who disrespects your house

sneaking next door to the kitchens together

“Puffball.”

“Cedric, dear, sweetheart, you are, as much as i hate to break it to you, also a Puffball.”

honestly being a softie

but never underestimated after hexing Malfoy into oblivion after he bothered the first years

you guys make fun of each other for being in hufflepuff

it confuses people sooo much

#Harry Potter #ravenclaw #hufflepuff #slytherin #gryffindor #hogwarts #cedric diggory #cedric imagine #cedric x you #cedric diggory x reader #cedric x reader #headcannons #cedric diggory oneshot #cedric diggory headcannons #bell writes #bellamy writes

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missnight0wl · 4 years

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How and why Rakepick staged the meeting in Y6Ch35

So… I wouldn’t say that Y6Ch35 was as bad as Y5Ch30, but it was shitty. Still, I think I can fix it. I’ll try to explain how and why Rakepick staged the meeting in Knockturn Alley, how the Wizard in White is not a member of R, and what might be really going on with the “friendship” between Ben and Merula. Also, just to make things easier for myself, I’ll be calling the Wizard in White: “WIW”.

First things first: let’s talk about the White Quills. I personally don’t believe that R is using them. We’ve never seen any before Y6Ch7, so Jacob can shove his assumption… you know where. However, they are definitely connected to Rakepick as we know that she has a white owl. It doesn’t have to be an actual feather from the said bird, but it’s definitely not a coincidence. Moreover, I believe that it also means that they don’t represent anything malicious. The obvious symbolism aside (black = evil, white = good), we also have that very peculiar remark in “Flying Solo” TLSQ:

Yet, the message in the first White Quill was… well, bad.

But wait! While it does sound like it’s addressed to MC… is it really? Let me remind you that this White Quill was brought by Sickleworth, but he didn’t give it to MC. He was either spotted by accident and was running away OR he wanted to lead MC somewhere. Either way, delivering the Quill wasn’t his goal. He also definitely didn’t want to give it to Jacob.

So, who was supposed to get it? Well, probably WIW, seeing how the second White Quill was almost certainly addressed to him:

(Notice that this note IS NOT signed as “R”!)

But then, why would he get the message seemingly wrote to MC? My guess is that it was sent by Rakepick who was supposed to send it to MC, but she sent it to WIW instead as a way of saying: “Hey, look. They still want to kill a kid” (I don’t know about you, but I sometimes just copy massages between my friends instead of writing “Adam said that he (…)” – I especially did it when I was younger and when I had a fight with someone…). It’s also a physical proof in that case. Why would she want to let him know about it, though? Well, I believe that WIW was supposed to somehow help or even protect MC. I mean, look at our first meeting at the Lakeshore. We know for sure that he didn’t want to kill MC then, but it also doesn’t quite make sense that he wanted to capture them and take them to R. Like… at first, he was just standing there. It almost felt like he wanted to talk to MC, they even had time to ask some questions, and only then, he suddenly attacked. But if his intention was always to capture MC, shouldn’t he attack right away? But then, why did he attack instead of talking? Perhaps he saw someone nearby? Someone who he had to mislead? Someone like… Jacob?

Here's how I see it. Rakepick, who pretends to work for R, works also with WIW (who’s possibly an independent party in all of that). She sends him to tell MC something or whatever. WIW approaches us at the Lakeshore, but then he sees vault!Jacob who’s an evil piece of shit. WIW doesn’t want vault!Jacob to know that he wanted to talk to MC, so he attacks us instead. It’s a bit weird way of distraction, but if vault!Jacob is a member of R, and R needs MC sound and safe to open the final vault, he’d pay attention to attacked MC, giving WIW time to run away. I hope it makes some sense to you… Anyway, the point is that Rakepick and WIW work together, but R doesn’t know about it.

Now, let’s move to the note informing us about the meeting in Knockturn Alley. First of all, the way it was written was… odd.

The style doesn’t resemble any of previous notes from R. And that “come ye all”… Second of all, there was a peculiar name used two times in different context, but in situations connected to that message.

Merula assumingly mentioning the author of the book about Whomping Willow:

During the searching around the Whomping Willow:

Could that weird note be faked by Lomelia, and that’s why it sounds so weird? Could Lomelia be the Dark witch from Y6Ch35? Something is fishy here…

The third stage: the Polyjuice Potion. Even though I absolutely hate that part, I have to say that it probably gave us the strongest evidence that the whole thing was planned by Rakepick. And that evidence is Snape. Remember when we talked with Snape about the Polyjuice Potion?

Snape is an intelligent man; he knew what we’re planning. Especially that we also asked him about Rakepick a little earlier, and he was already suspicious back then. Yet, he did nothing. Why? Like, even MC wondered about it! And here’s the thing: MC might be dumb as fuck, but if they point out that something is weird and suspicious, it WILL be relevant. Just like their reaction after WIW’s attack:

So, why Snape let us do our thing? Because he also knew it’s Rakepick’s plan. I also honestly hope that she gave him her hair to place it in the DADA classroom because otherwise, it’s beyond stupid that it was there.

All right, we pretty much covered a “how” part of that plan. But now the question is why would Rakepick want to stage it? Well, to put it simply: because she knows that MC is dumb. If not for that meeting, they wouldn’t know two things: 1) that R wants them to join them and become their leader, 2) that there’s the mole. The first information is important for a general understanding of R and the Cursed Vaults, and while MC didn’t get straight answers, it’ll hopefully make them think in the future. As for the mole… Well, it’s more complicated. If you read my theory about Merula being the mole, you should know that I also assume that Rakepick knows about it and perhaps even convinced Merula to keep being the mole. So, why would she want MC to know about that? She’d be risking MC discovering cooperation between her and Merula, wouldn’t she? And MC should believe that Rakepick is evil… Well, I have two explanation for that risky move.

1) Rakepick doesn’t want Merula to be discovered, but she realised that MC is just not careful in general, so she needed to make them aware that there’s some danger in their surrounding. And here, it might be about two people:

Alanza. I’ll say it straight away – I don’t really think it’s the case. Also, then it wouldn’t be about “danger” per se, but about Rakepick not wanting MC to learn something from Alanza. I doubt it, though, simply because Alanza apparently didn’t know Rakepick very well. Although... a part of me find it amusing to think that Rakepick wanted to cast a false suspicion on Alanza, because that’d mean that a big part of the fandom did exactly what Rakepick wanted – and that’s just a little funny, you have to admit.

Vault!Jacob. If he really is a member of R and not real Jacob, Rakepick would know that. Perhaps she hopes that information about the mole could make MC more suspicious about him. Especially that we still didn’t talk about the note from R to him which led to Rowan’s death.

2) Rakepick actually wants to expose Merula because she stopped following her instructions or something. Merula might think she can outsmart R, putting herself and the others in danger by that. And here is where it can be connected to Ben.

All right, so let’s talk about the relationship between Ben and Merula. Because you can’t tell me that it’s not strange. I’ll never be over the fact that we’re just ignoring all the years when Merula bullied Ben, but even that aside, I just don’t understand why they’re suddenly… hang out together. Yes, they both want revenge on Rakepick or whatever, but still. And yes, they do hang out together.

When we met with Ben in Y6Ch1, he told us:

The fact that he knows that Merula changed for worse suggests to me that they had to spend some time together. And let me remind you: it was the first day of a new school year. Moreover, when we later meet with Merula, she said:

Like, how she even paid enough attention to Ben to know that there is any “New Ben”? I know that they both weren’t at the Welcoming Feast, but it doesn’t mean they had to do it together. Nothing implied that there’s some meeting for those skipping on it. Beatrice wasn’t with them, for example. So what, they suddenly discovered that they have much in common?

Then, we had another weird situation in Y6Ch13. When MC wanted to leave Hogwarts, Ben and Merula were hanging out together again AND they both knew about MC’s plan.

Now, Merula knew about it because Ismelda was eavesdropping on us after the Divination class, but Ben? Either he was with Merula when Ismelda came to her or Merula went with that information to Ben. Either way, it’s weird. Sooo… let’s dive deeper into this.

Unless it’s the first post of mine you read, you probably know that I believe that Rakepick was working with Merula. A while ago, I also explained why I believe that Rakepick was working with Ben in a way (you can find it here). The thing is that I don’t think that Ben and Merula knew about each other. However, they discovered it at some point between the end of Y5 and the beginning of Y6. They started to put the pieces together and realised that there might be things that Rakepick hid from both of them. And so, they’re hanging out together to figure it out. I mean, they both already know more than anyone else, they have to stick together, right? The problem is that I also assume that neither of them knows the truth about Rowan’s death. They’re both angry, they’re both becoming more reckless, and perhaps they came up with some stupid idea how to use Merula’s role as R’s mole in their advantage. And Rakepick doesn’t need any of that because she already has to think of everything, and she’s simply tired. So, by giving MC the information about the mole, she both made MC more aware that they should be careful about people around them, plus she hopes that it’ll stop Ben and Merula from doing something stupid (because they’d be scared that they might be discovered).

Also, notice that during the meeting in Knockturn Alley, Rakepick didn’t really do anything. She just knocked MC down, but then, she didn’t attack anyone. Sure, R needs MC, so she couldn’t hurt them, but why didn’t she try to capture them before Moody and Jacob appeared? It looks to me like she just needed an excuse to interrupt their conversation when MC knew things they were supposed to know. I mean, except that they didn’t learn then about the leader thing yet, but it could explain why WIW was captured so easily. Like, we were told that he defeated Moody’s best people, he disappeared from the Lakeshore before anyone could even notice. Yet, now he just got caught like a wuss? Nah, I don’t buy it. It’s also interesting that neither Rakepick nor the Dark Witch tried to save WIW… Almost as if they didn’t care. I know that there are no friends among R, but still.

To sum up

The Dark Witch - who was also present at the meeting with WIW - was responsible for letting MC know about the meeting. She used a pseudonym “Lomelia Prounce” as a clue that it’s all connected.

Snape knew about the whole plan with the Polyjuice Potion, possibly to deliver a hair or maybe even help MC in case they had problems with that. The disguise was needed because it was the easiest way to deliver information to MC without R knowing that Rakepick was behind it (“Oh, that little shit can be so cunning! How dare they impersonate me!”).

As for WIW, he either joined R in the meantime, so his presence at the meeting wasn’t suspicious, or R somehow didn’t find out that he was at the meeting (and that he was captured and revealed some information to MC).

The reason why Rakepick needed to stage it is because she knows that MC is a dumbass. They were getting nowhere with their investigation. I mean, there was no investigation, to begin with, when you think about it. Plus, revealing that there’s the mole at Hogwarts would hopefully make Merula and Ben calm their tits before doing something stupid like infiltrating R on their own.

Is it too complicated for Jam City? Probably. Still, there HAS TO be something more to all of that. The two things which just won’t let me leave it is that damn Lomelia Prounce (why would they bother to even put that random name in the game?) AND Snape. I’m telling you, we all know that MC for most of the time is oblivious as fuck and rarely ask important questions. But if their single brain cell worked for that one particular moment, it has to be meaningful.

Also, I just need Rakepick to REALLY be that manipulative mastermind who pulls all the strings. The game claims that she is, but if we’re supposed to believe only in what we see - Rakepick is pretty stupid, just like MC...

#long post #hogwarts mystery #hphm #hphm spoilers #hphm mc #jacob's sibling #hphm jacob #hphm r #patricia rakepick #pro rakepick #wizard in white #merula snyde #ben copper #alanza alvez #severus snape #lomelia prounce #analysis post #theory #hphm theory

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deathvalleyqueen · 4 years

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**Finn technically belongs to @cornfedcryptid but I have aunt rights to use them for this **

Loss of Innocence - Grace Seed - New Dawn

It took most of the day for Grace and Finn to make their way to the old abandoned Armory. They barely spoke, they had been raised as siblings, they were the closest of friends but neither of them quite knew how to process the emotions they were about to unearth. They had heard one set of stories from their parents about the events that led to the Collapse, but in the month they had spent with Carmina and her mother in Prosperity most of what they had known about their parents, their family and by extension themselves was called into question. Kim Rye, no matter how well meaning her intentions, had perhaps told too much of the truth to the pair. Not fully considering that they probably had no idea of the extent that their family had a chokehold over the county.

Pulling up outside the bunker, Grace threw the truck into park and as she turned to Finn. “Are you sure you want to go inside?”

“Am I ten years old, Grace Lynn?” Finn quipped sharply as they pursed their lips and ran their hand nervously through their short dark hair. “I mean, how bad could Dad have really been? Really... our dad... some monster?”

Grace pondered what Finn had said. Her crisp blue eyes fell upon the dash as she muttered. “Well, it can’t be worse than what Kim said and you are right.” Grace shrugged. The Jacob Seed who raised her was a strict parent, sure. He taught her to shoot as soon as she was big enough to hold a rifle. But he was not some violent monster who wanted to kill anything he deemed weak and unworthy. That wasn’t her ‘dad’. “Dad was a solider, sure he killed people... but it was war right?”

“Right? Dad always said there are casualties in a war and we accept that,” Finn repeated far more solemn than Grace had recalled seeing them in years. The pair exited in the truck and their respective animals followed suit. Timber at Grace’s heels. Mango taking her time as she padded behind Finn.

They took their time getting into the Armory, it had seen better days and there were dangers around every corner. “SHIT!” Grace screamed as she walked directly into a spider web with a scream.

Finn started cackling behind her clutching their pieced together saw launcher. “Well look where you are going dumbass.”

“Listen, I am still bigger than you...” Grace snapped quickly, wiping her face to get the rest of the web off. “I will fucking whomp you one right quick if you don’t knock it off...”

“Rawr...” Finn mocked as they waggled their head.

Grace’s eyes narrowed on her sibling for a moment before she glanced down at Timber and scratched his head. “You are now my favorite family member Timmy... and ya know what... you always should have been.”

Finn scoffed and thew their head back “How dare you, you wound me sister... WOUND ME!” They clutch their hands to their chest and mock being fatally wounded. At the gesture Mango, the cougar, rolls on to her back and puts her paws into the air. Faking her own death.

Grace and Timber just share a glance before Grace shakes her head and continues down the hall. “Come on Finn, before the rats find us..”

“RATS?” Finn squeaked, stopping their show and chasing after Grace who was already a good distance away. “Sister! Don’t leave me, please for the love of Christmas...” Grace rolled her eyes as Finn settled beside her and Timber, reaching down and scratching the dog’s head.

It took them nearly a half hour to reach what they assumed was once Jacob’s office, or rather one of them. It for the most part was fairly intact. There were still papers in folders on top of a file cabinet and Grace wasted no time to start her search. “Look in the desk, remember Dad always hid the stuff he didn’t want us to find.”

“All the way in the back, usually behind other stuff. I know, Gracie... I lived with him too.” Finn sighed as settled in the ratty chair and started pulling open the drawers and rifling around.

Silence fell upon them once more, each going about their search till Finn found a small wooden box. “Hey... look.” They said setting the box on the desk. “Remember didn’t we have a music box kinda like this, I mean...” When they noticed Grace was off in her own head again they wadded up a piece of paper from the desk and tossed it at her. “Eh... you... with the face.”

Grace spun around and shook her head. “What?”

“Come look at this, it looks like the music box we had in the bunker. Remember when we were small and innocent and you wore dresses.” Finn snarked, tapping the wooden box.

Crossing the room Grace leaned on the desk as she reached for the box and flicked it open. A familiar tune began to play and both teens eyes grew wide as they instantly recognized that song. In shock Grace dropped the music box and Finn pushed back from the desk. They both acted as if that was the most cursed object in the world.

Pointing at each other they each began to talk over each other till they fell on the same phrase. “That’s the song dad sang at bedtime...” They both instantly started humming it almost out of reflex before they each clasped their hands over their mouths. Taking a moment for their minds to catch up, the pair began tearing the office apart, finding more and more of the information they didn’t want to find but searched for desperately.

An hour into their search they each sat on the floor in utter disbelief. Finn was shaking their head as Grace stared at the wall completely numb, with faded photographs of Jacob’s operations in her hands. “So...my actual... parents... were the fucking public face of this cult and the people that raised me basically had their own fucking brainwashed super solider army...” Grace said flatly. Her voice devoid of all emotion because she was unable to process all of them that she was feeling at once.

“How? These aren’t mom and dad... they aren’t,” Finn choked out, far more upset than Grace had ever expected to see the normally light-hearted Finn. “Even... Peaches... and look... Judge...” They said shoving a pair of photographs attached to files across the floor.

Graces shook her head, she had enough. “I can’t do this Finn.. we are fucking born and raised by monsters...” Grace screamed. “I can’t. This... this is not the person I am Finn... I am...”

Finn scrambled to their feet and went to embrace Grace but she pushed them away. “Hey, you ever think I could use the fucking hug...”

Turning around Grace sighed and wrapped her arms around her younger sibling. They stood there, holding each other for a moment and in the quiet Grace heard a noise. Instantly they both dropped everything else and turned to their weapons. “Someone followed us...” Grace whispered as she went to the door. She could hear footsteps in the hall.

Bringing her finger to her lips, she set her rifle down opting for a quieter and personal approach. Tapping her thigh, both Mango and Timber crouched down with her, with Finn following behind as Grace snuck up behind the shadowed figure and drove her knife into their neck. She wasn’t about chance just wounding them, all for the sake of asking questions. Mango spotted a second figure and pounced with a snarl.

The man she mauled let out a horrified scream as the two hundred pound beast settled herself on his chest. This one, Grace would let live to talk for now. Finn walked up behind Mango and scratched her ears. “Good job, mama…” They cooed as Grace knelt down beside the man.

Her face covered in blood as she tilted her head to the side to look the man in the eyes, she asked. “Who sent you?”

The man choked as he gasped for breath. “Ethan...Seed…”

“Oh yay, more family…” Finn grumbled sarcastically as they patted Mango to move.

The man gasped for breath as Grace put her knife to his throat. “What does he want with us?”

“To bring you to New Eden… to find… the Father…”

“OH FUCK THAT SHIT!” Finn exclaimed, throwing their hands up. “Oh hell no! No! I said No! Grace… don’t you dare get a single fucking idea…” Finn knew where their sister’s mind was already going as she drove the blade into the side of the man’s neck with a sicking squelch that made Finn cringe and turn their head away. “Jesus…”

Grace looked up and smirked. “It’s time to go kill some peggies, Finn…”

“And what if we fail?” They asked sharply. “What happens then…”

“Then, we hope that Timber can get home and find dad… or they are dumb enough to leave us with in ten feet of anything sharp…” Finn grumbled and nodded their head as they ran back to clear all the weapons off the bodies before they went outside to face the rest of the hunting party that was searching for them.

#blood tw #far cry new dawn fanfic #grace seed #finn seed #I really just liked this edit I did and wrote this so I could post it #so #fcnd ocs #fanfiction

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bymyside-fic · 4 years

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Change (~1800 words) read on AO3// AFF

- January 6, 2010 -

“Mr. Stewart,” Professor Sprout said, sighing heavily. “Please stop taunting your willow.”

Kibum leaned back, glancing down the table over Minho’s shoulders to where Callum and Aaron were. Callum’s hands were frozen in claw-like shapes just out of his potted baby Whomping Willow’s reach. “Yes, Professor.”

Minho sniffed a laugh, which drew Kibum’s attention back to him and their willow. He settled back in his stool, taking a quick peek at him and smiling before he refocused fully on the willow. The objective of today’s lesson was to find a way to calm the willow long enough so that they could water it without injury. Some were more successful than others in interacting with the baby willows, but none of the teams had actually watered it yet.

Minho scooted forward a bit on his stool, cocking his head to the side as he said, “Okay, what about this…”

He held his hand, palm out, drawing the tendrils of the whip-like branches up and away from the trunk. It strained for his hand, and with the other, he reached out to gently stroke the smooth-looking bark. Its branches fell limply around his hand after a couple of seconds of that, making it look almost like a normal willow tree.

“Get the water. Slowly,” he added when Kibum started to pour it into the terracotta pot. He lifted the beaker so that only a trickle of water poured over the rim. And, once it stopped, Minho slowly started to retract his hand. The baby willow didn’t so much as twitch as he moved away from it, but Kibum waited until Minho was completely clear of the willow before he turned over his beaker.

“Good job, you two!” Sprout said, finally looking pleased. “Five points to both of your Houses.”

Minho held out his hand for a low-five, and Kibum obliged him, smiling.

While they waited for the bell, Minho took out his textbook and Kibum his notes, and they quietly worked on jotting down the points they thought were necessary from today’s lesson. When it rang, it took Minho a minute to stuff everything back into his backpack, but Kibum just sat beside him, waiting for him to stand so they could follow the others into the Great Hall for lunch. Sprout closed the door behind them, and Minho turned at the sound. It was just a short walk back to the castle interior, but since they were alone --

Kibum grabbed Minho’s hand, smiling to himself when Minho laced their fingers together. “Studying after lunch, like usual?”

“I think that’s still the plan.”

Minho nodded, and just as they were about to reach the doorway, he stepped off the slick, well-trodden path and into the powdery snow, pulling Kibum with him. His hands settled around Kibum’s waist as he leaned against the castle wall, pulling him close until they kissed for the first time today, smiling as he did. “Thanks for your help,” he said when Kibum pulled away.

“In the lesson?” Minho nodded. “You’re the Herbology nerd. I didn’t do much.”

Minho shrugged, a boyish smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Am I not allowed to appreciate you?”

“You are, I’m just sayi -- “ But Minho was kissing him again, and Kibum leaned into him, unable to keep from smiling as Minho’s arms wrapped even tighter around him.

The second bell rang before they reluctantly parted, though they held each other’s hand for as long as they could. Kibum stomped the snow off of his shoes, prompting Minho to do the same before they made their way into the Great Hall.

“See you after,” Kibum said, glancing Minho’s way before he turned to the left and started for his usual spot. Analecia's eyes were on him as he made his way over to the Slytherin table. "What?" he asked when he finally sat down and she looked away with a hint of a smirk.

"Nothing," she said, though her tone belied that. "It's just funny how little things have changed between you two."

If only she had seen them five minutes ago, then she would know that’s not entirely true… Smirking, Kibum's gaze darted across the room, finding where Minho was sitting before he looked back at her. "I mean, we can't really be open about it, can we?"

Her smile started to wane, and she blinked, looking down at her bowl of stew. "I guess I didn't think of that."

Shit. He didn't mean to make her feel bad… "No, you're right though. The only thing that's really changed has been -- "

He was cut off by Aaron and Callum joining them on the other side of the table, Callum complaining about the welt their willow gave him across the back of the hand.

"You don't have to say it," Analecia whispered, a smile returning to her voice. Kibum looked her way, smiling himself.

They ate quickly, eager to reunite with their boyfriends in the library, despite having to be stuck with the others. Analecia finished first, but she waited for Kibum to finish. Minho and Gil were on their feet almost immediately after they stood, and they met them by the doorway.

Minho greeted him with an easy smile that Kibum couldn't help but return. It was short-lived, however, as Travis, Seb, and Marvin approached. "Let's go!" Seb said, shooing everyone out of the threshold and on their way to the library.

Almost as soon as they were all situated, Minho, Analecia, Travis, and Marvin got up, no doubt in search of the books they needed to study for tomorrow's double Potions. Kibum pulled Minho's backpack up onto his vacated seat, digging through it to find their notes, some parchment and quills, and their Potions textbook.

His gaze slipped to the window as he zipped up Minho’s backpack, his hands stilling as he grabbed the handle. Huh...it was snowing again. First time since Christmas day when M --

Minho reappeared, reaching over Kibum’s outstretched arm to set his books down. “Can I sit?” he asked, a quiet laugh coloring his voice.

“No, find another chair.” He nodded and started to turn away, but Kibum cracked a smile and grabbed his arm, pulling him back. Minho grinned as he moved his backpack to the floor and sat down beside him.

As he reached for the book on sleeping potions that Minho had gotten, his attention shifted to the window again. He watched the snow for a while, the occasional rasping of turning pages not enough to draw his attention back to studying. Had things not changed enough between them? Were they not doing this right?

He started when Minho’s finger grazed his hand, and when he looked down, he saw that Minho had scrawled a note into the corner of their potions notes. You okay? Kibum picked up the quill and wrote back Yeah, but we can talk about it later. Minho nodded and went back to reading.

Later didn’t come until after dinner when the study group moved to the loft. Despite the looming threat of N.E.W.T.s that all except Minho were preoccupied with, not much studying happened. Sure, their books were out and on their laps or the floor or the table, but they were sleepy after eating such a hearty dinner, and now they couldn’t concentrate much on the extensive ingredient list of the Potion for Dreamless Sleep that they were supposed to have memorized for tomorrow.

Kibum was lounging next to Minho on one of the oversized cushions, absently flipping back and forth between the pages as he tried to focus on the list of ingredients when Minho shifted a little closer to him and asked in quiet Korean. “So, what’s bothering you?”

“Hm?”

“From before.”

Kibum squinted, looking up from the page as Minho’s words registered in his mind. “Oh! Uh, it’s kinda dumb…”

“So?”

Sniffing a laugh, Kibum glanced up, meeting Minho’s curious gaze for a second before his eyes darted about the room before they settled back on the ingredient list. “It’s nothing, really. Analecia said earlier that it was sorta funny how little things have changed between us, since the Ball.”

“Ah.” Minho sat back, relaxing into the cushion. “Well, I mean, we kiss a lot more often than we did before.”

Kibum snorted, drawing the attention of everyone in the room, but he shook his head at them, and they went back to ignoring them. He looked back up at Minho, unsurprised to find him looking amused and pleased with himself. “She wouldn’t necessarily know that, though. And I think she meant other than that.”

“Yeah, true...” Kibum went back to perusing the book, reading the line Flobberworm mucus at least three times before he realized he had and moved on. “I don’t think much had to change, really, do you?”

Kibum shook his head. “Jjong said we were practically dating anyways, we just hadn’t told each other yet.”

“That...is painfully accurate.” Kibum smiled to himself, flipping the page back to once again read through the ingredient list. “So, what, do we want to start calling each other ‘babe’ now?” If the others hadn’t been in the loft with them, Kibum probably would have burst out in surprised laughter. Instead, he simply smacked Minho’s thigh, which made them both crack up. “I’ll take that as a ‘no’,” he added once they both sobered up and the others looked away.

“It just...I don’t know…seems a bit…”

“Unnatural?”

“Yeah.”

Minho nodded, sighing. “I agree. We don’t have to do stuff just because other couples do it, right? We can just do whatever we feel like, I think.”

“I think so, too.”

“Still…” Minho let the word linger until Kibum looked up at him. “I think I’m gonna call you ‘babe’ now, just to be annoying.”

Kibum’s face immediately inflamed as soon as Minho said jagiya again and he shook his head, sucking his teeth as he pointedly looked away from him and back at his textbook. “Merlin, this kid,” he muttered in English, still quiet enough for Minho to be the only one to hear him.

Minho’s shoulders shook in silent laughter, and Kibum shook his head, sighing as he looked up to see if anyone was paying any attention to them. Just Analecia, and even then it was just a curious glance. He’d explain it to her later if she asked. But, for now, he went back to his reading in an attempt to distract himself from the thought of Minho calling him jagiya...

#Minkey #SHINee fic #SHINee au #SHINee drabble #SHINee #bonus material #bms inktober 2020 #year: seventh

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stilwaterskeeter · 5 years

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Lin/Playa Headcanons

This has been a top priority post since I made this blog believe it or not. This will also be specifically a female Playa/Boss character because I personally headcanon Lin as a lesbian

This post also goes out to @syndicateau because wlw Lin rights

Lin had pretty low expectations of The Playa when they first met, she shared Johnny’s opinion of the new girl. Doesn’t look like much and a little bummed out she got stuck babysitting the new girl instead of working with a more experienced Saint

That being said, Lin was however relieved that the new kid was a girl. There’s not many in the Saints at the time and Lin was getting real sick of some of these asshole dudes and their gross comments so The Playa is a breath of fresh air, even though they’re pretty quiet most of the time

Lin was pretty quickly impressed with The Playa. She was efficient, skilled, and followed Lin’s plans, never tried to outshine her or do her own thing because she thinks her plan is better than Lin’s or some crap

And even when The Playa went off the plan, it actually helped the plan instead of just derailing it and putting them back at square one

Not to mention she was also pretty cute and Lin certainly wasn’t going to complain about working with someone easy on the eyes

Lin was also one of the first people in the Saints to hear The Playa talk

She made some witty comment when they were scoping out Donnie’s garage and it took Lin a moment to process it was The Playa who said something next to her

Lin tried to coax more out of the girl be joking how she didn’t know she could even talk but she’s met with more silence and a shrug

She doesn’t have an explanation for replaying that dumb joke The Playa made in her head and ruining her focus after that

It wasn’t even that funny, what the hell

After that, Lin tries to get The Playa to talk more in various different ways. She says it’s just to prove she’s not crazy and that the girl definitely can talk, but in actuality she just liked their voice and wants to hear it more. And the fact that she could in theory have Actual Conversations with her and make excuses to talk to her more was a Big plus for Lin

Her “plans” to get The Playa to talk consist of just leaving extended pauses between certain sentences when she’s talking about her plans to leave her a chance to speak up. And also of directly asking her random questions when they’re hanging out that aren’t as simple as yes or no

The questions plan works a few times. Asking why she’s in the Saints or trying to ask anything about her past really will usually coax a comment about how it’s “not worth the time” or how it’s “in the past so what does it matter?”

The Playa also starts chiming in with more witty comments as time goes on, all of them about as funny as a piece of wet cardboard usually but Lin laughs anyways

She doesn’t have an excuse for that and Johnny makes fun of her for it relentlessly because “Damn, Lin. I didn’t know you had such a shitty sense of humor.” And other wise comments

Speaking of Johnny: He and Aisha both act as (albeit shitty) wingmen for Lin and The Playa because they know Damn Well what’s going on between them even if neither Lin or The Playa will admit it

Johnny gets a rise out of The Playa by always making random comments about how “Hey, you seen Lin today? She’s lookin’ pretty hot—“ and then continues to describe Lin in literally just whatever clothes he thinks of first because he really doesn’t pay attention to Lin like that ever but The Playa does

She always corrects him with an added comment about how weird it is that he was looking because she’s kind of gullible and she doesn’t catch on that he’s just messing with her

Aisha and Johnny both repeatedly try asking Lin about The Playa like “The Playa’s kind of attractive, and you work with her a lot, you thinkin’ about making any moves?”

Lin always responds with the same eyeroll and dodging the question. “I don’t really have the time, Eesh, I’m busy” or “You work with her a lot too, Johnny, you sure you don’t wanna try anything?”

That’s not a no, Lin

Lin starts taking The Playa to Freckle Bitch’s and to street races she’s competing in when she doesn’t need to be hiding or undercover from Rollerz

She says it’s just because she wants to talk business with her or that she wants The Playa there “just in case any Rollerz show up to ruin the fun”

But we all know she just wants excuses to spend time with her and maybe show off a little

Girls totally dig street racers right?

She also starts taking the time to help The Playa learn how to race better and offers to help her fix up her cars for racing

Lin’s actually pretty private about her work when she’s working on her voxel, but she never minds The Playa hanging around when she’s busy with the car

It’s another chance to show off for her of course she’s totally okay with The Playa’s presence

The Playa literally couldn’t understand less about what the fuck Lin is saying when she’s talking technical about all the guts of mechanic work but she listens intently nonetheless

If Lin cares about it then shit so does she

Not to mention Lin’s kind of hot when she’s working on the car and gets all passionate and into it

The Playa is reasonably a little touchy and jealous about Lin stringing Donnie along even for the mission

Lin actually seems to enjoy the time she spends with Donnie and starts mentioning unrelated pieces of information from their time like shitty jokes Donnie made or Donnie being a klutz

The Playa is starting to think she had Lin pegged all wrong and misunderstood all the signals because it’s starting to look like Lin is actually into Donnie and even if she had a chance before she probably missed it now

Johnny and Aisha think that’s absolutely ridiculous because They Know Lin doesn’t swing that way but they aren’t about to be the assholes who out her, even though Johnny comes close one time when The Playa is trying his patience with all this “woe is me” crap

When Mr.Sharp has Lin in the pool hall, it takes him a painstaking anount of time to get Lin to comply and lure The Playa there

She was not about to get her stuck in this situation with her. It’s her problem and whether she’d ever admit it out loud or not, she doesn’t want her to get hurt. Especially not because of her own mistake

Eventually she only complies because she thinks that if anyone could end this with Sharp dead and neither of them severely injured, it’s The Playa

Jokes on her, I guess, huh?

Oh Boy here’s where it gets fun. I’m gonna split the rest into 2 different versions. One where Lin lives and one where she dies.

Lin Dies

The Playa doesn’t even think for a second that Lin needs her to get her out of the water

Lin’s too fucking badass, she doesn’t need help, she can handle herself

The Playa was too blindsighted by her anger at Donnie and Sharp to think twice about it. She gets out of the water and fucking bolts for the first car she can grab and races off because she’s going to fucking kill Sharp and she’s really going to teach Donnie a fucking lesson for betraying Lin’s trust like that

Lin loved him and he just left her and The Playa to fucking drown? Oh, he’s going to fuckin’ get it

She doesn’t find out until the next day that Lin drowned...she drowned because she didn’t help her

She was so caught up in killing Sharp and how Donnie betrayed Lin that she didn’t think for a second that she was ultimately the one who put the last nail in Lin’s coffin. She is the one who betrayed Lin the worst

Johnny and Eesh do their beat to keep The Playa’s spirits up but Johnny is Johnny and isn’t much comfort or help and she’s not the most comfortable with confiding in Aisha at the time

They do take her to tag along on some of their smaller dates though and Johnny starts putting time into trying to find where Donnie ran off to because “revenge is the best medicine”

Donnie and The Boss really get into it in SR2 when she finds him throwing the flowers into Lin’s watery grave

Donnie’s really fucking confused at first when she’s yelling at him for betraying Lin’s trust and love like he did. He manages to get in a few words that makes The Boss pause for a moment because Donnie definitely just established that he thought Lin and her were together

“You what? What the fuck made you think that?”

“I-I don’t know! She really liked you a-and I just kind of assumed—“

The Boss originally was just interested in revenge but now she’s going to get Donnie to rig some Brotherhood trucks so she isn’t just wasting time while she interrogates him about Lin

Whomp whomp whomp, turns out he and Lin talked about cars, her, and Joseph and there was never anything romantic there

“I can’t believe you thought me and Lin— We were both gay, what the hell, man. I thought you knew about her.”

The Boss also decides then and there that she’s not done with Donnie yet though, she wants him to hurt like she hurt for so long

Lin Lives

When Lin wakes up in a fucking ambulance she’s really fucking confused because she should be dead

She used what breath she had left to get The Playa out, what the fuck is she doing alive and on her way to the hospital?

Lin absolutely cannot believe for a second that The Playa wasted precious time to save her. She didn’t think they cared about others that much, let alone her

She hates being cooped up in the hospital and hates Julius’ babysitters waiting with her while the Rollerz are still around, but honestly she doesn’t mind when The Playa shows up between missions to tell her in detail how she killed Sharp and later Joseph

And after the Rollerz are out, while The Playa still doesn’t have a ton of free time, she still visits as much as she can just to talk

She talks a lot now

Jokes about how much money she’s being forced to dosh out on mechanics while Lin is out of commision

Talks about that one time Mr.Wong hired her to kill a hot dog mascot and about how she fucked up bad enough that it took her $500 at Forgive & Forget to get the cops off of her ass

Tells Lin about how Johnny is ever the classy guy and got his knee blown out with a shotgun from Big Tony because he couldn’t help from making a sex joke about Tanya and how Dex and Troy are constantly at each others’ throats with The Carnales

It’s like the new girl just doesn’t shut up ever now

And funny enough, Lin finds that she really doesn’t mind. She really likes talking to this girl

Oh no, Johnny was right

Lin thinks for a while about date ideas she can ask The Playa on after she gets discharged but they all sound annoying, lame, and way too cushy for her tastes

Ultimately she invites The Playa to her place because “Fuck it, after all the shit we’ve done I don’t care. I almost died and I’m not about to miss my chance again because I can’t think of something like a date idea.”

The Playa is very confused at all the increasingly obvious passes Lin is making towards her when they’re at her crib because they’re still pretty sure she was into Donnie and not her

Lin has the patience of a rock and gets frustrated and gives up within the first hour or two, “How are you this stupid?! How am I still attracted to you?! I’m trying to get into your fucking pants, do you wanna fuck or not?”

In SR2, it turns out Lin had the same idea as The Boss and they ran into each other at the courthouse both trying to break Johnny out.

They work as well together as they always have, it’s like almost no time has passed at all

“You get Johnny, babe. I’ll meet you two outside. Same old voxel but it’s purple because fuck the Rollerz.”

“Meet us up front, no point in going the long way if they already know we’re here.”

“And don’t get blown up again, okay?”

“Fuck, I missed you.”

#saints row #saints row lin #sr lin #lin saints row #lin sr #stop talkin playa #linboss #:^)

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Why? - F.W. (part 9)

A/n: SHIT HERE WE GO OKAY DEEP BREATHS! I finally gave up on Fred gifs. Also, I'm using the "younger" fan cast for gifs on the adult peeps because the movies made them way too old. Enjoy!

Word Count: 6200+ (this is such a struggle)

MASTERLIST

The first full moon I spent with Lupin was my last, but it was no less memorable.

I turned into a crow and flew around the grounds, looking for Lupin from the sky. It had taken me a while to get the hang of flying and sometimes I was still quite shaky, but I was catching on quickly. As I tried to keep myself steady and look for him at the same time, the moon came out. The full moon, in all its glory. A pale beast that looked incredibly wolfish, even as it stood on its hind legs like a person, passed underneath me. I knew it was Lupin immediately. I mean, who else could it be?

Not sure where he was going, I just followed him. I saw him press a knot in the tree roots of the Whomping Willow of all trees. To my shock, the tree stilled. I swooped down as he began to walk towards it, seeming pained but more or less in control of himself. I flew past him and towards where he was headed. There was a hollow in the base of the trunk of the tree I hadn't noticed before. Curious.

When I landed on the ground in front of him, Lupin paused. He looked at me, his eyes narrowed, and it was such a human expression that I wanted to smile, if this body hadn't prohibited me from doing so. I tilted my head instead, lookint at him patiently, waiting for him to recognize me.

He moved to all fours, moving his nose close to me. My instincts told me to run but I forced myself to be still and he nodded, recognizing me. He shook his head and made a noise that was near a sigh. I squawked and he huffed as I hopped along the path next to him, following his lead and never moving too far away. When we reached the house, I was surprised. I'd been told all about the haunted house one could see from a distance in Hogsmead. I'd even gone to that spot, looking at it from a bit back and wondering what it would look like from close up.

Now I was inside it.

Nothing exciting happened. He curled up and went to sleep and I did the same. It was still amazing, being a bird and just casually hanging out with a fully shifted werewolf that would have killed me in any other situation. I woke up to soft nudges, still a crow. I opened my eyes to see Lupin, in human form and incredibly exhausted. "Good morning," he greeted with a weak smile. He held up a bag. "I had to pull some strings and dish up some lies but I noticed you didn't bring any clothes. Got one of your friends to bring some for you." He dropped the bag in front of me and turned away, walking out of the run down room and leaving me to get dressed. I finished up and left the room, going downstairs to see Lupin waiting for me. The bag was on my back as I stepped up next to him. We began to walk back towards Hogwarts. "So there was no disaster," he pointed out to initiate conversation.

"No disaster," I agreed. When we reached the school, the early morning sunshine was tickling cooly against my skin and I felt incredibly calm. "May I join you next month as well?"

Lupin seemed to be in a better state than either of us expected him to be. Friendship was a magic on its own I think. I felt so deeply connected to Lupin. He was in love with my father- we had both bonded over losing who would have the most important person in our lives. He didn't feel like just a teacher. He felt like family. As he smiled down at me, it seemed like he might agree. "If you so wish, I would be more than obliged to have you join me again."

It grew quiet. The comfortable, familiar kind of silence settled between us, brightened and warmed by sunshine and happiness. I wondered how many people I would meet at this school who would worm their way under my skin until they felt like a part of me. I hoped no more- my heart was already bursting, near full, and I didn't know if I could bare the fear of housing anyone else. I had stayed away because having no one meant I had no one to lose. Now... I had so much to lose. I had EVERYTHING to lose. While being emotionally high like this, there was so much room to fall. Before it had been easy because at the bottom, there was no fear of falling. I wasn't yet sure if I more preferred the safety of walking or the joy of flying.

After a while I found a need to talk because my thoughts and feelings had begun to prod at my ease and I wanted to hold the good moment just a second longer. "I was thinking of finding a way to not have to change into clothes, after I change back. Maybe a spell that charms them to just appear back on my body when I'm human again. I've seen McGonagall do it. One year, Harry and Ron were late to class. She had started it as a cat, but when they walked in she became human again. And she was dressed. Obviously."

I chuckled and Lupin smiled, nodding. "It was the one thing my dear friends never seemed to think of. Either that, or they couldn't figure out how to do it. I think it would be preferable if you could." He shot me a look that enunciated his words.

I rubbed the back of my neck sheepishly. I'm sure it was awkward for him, that moment. Being in the same house as a person - a student no less - who wasn't dressed. It made me feel uncomfortable for him. For myself as well. I hadn't considered how it might have made him feel. I hadn't even thought of a moment like that happening and being a problem. I needed to think about details more- I was troubling people. "Yes I will, I think." I nodded and we moved onto easier conversation. He commented on the different plants a few times. I told him facts I'd learned about the castle from Hermione at some point.

When it came time for us to part ways, I watched him walk away. I liked him. I hoped he stayed longer. I hoped that the curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts position was a lie and that Lupin could stay for a long while. He was a fantastic teacher, being good to his students but also respecting boundaries. He was very clear on what he did and didn't want and made sure to enforce the importance of rules when they were broken. He could have been creepy or awkward or have not cared at all- played it off like it wasn't a big deal. But he didn't. He chose not to freak out on me for not thinking my plan all the way through, but to instead stress the importance of better planning if I chose to accompanying him during full moons in the future. A respectable man. A respectable teacher too. You could see it in his gentle attentiveness to Neville and the willing aid he gave to Harry. I think no one could be a better teacher.

Hm. Then again, I might be bias. I had reason to favor him. He had given me so much I'd craved, both in information about a past I'd lost, and also in the way he was almost - ALMOST - a father figure to me.

Amos Diggory was a good man, but it was Cedric who pulled us together. He was more an uncle, accommodating and cheery and supportive and wonderful to be around. Alas, I saw the way he was with me and the way he was with Cedric, and the nuance differences between. He had raised and loved Cedric for many years. He saw me as someone who needed help; a meaningful friend who had given Cedric the gift of being a big brother. Something Cedric was MADE to do. He was grateful to me, and he showed that thanks in offering me safety and a home to begin a better life. But I was not his daughter.

That thought made me slow to a stop in the middle of the hallway. Was a teacher at a school who I had found a connection to in the worst way possible the closest thing I had to a father? My eyes turned to the outside. I wondered. I wondered what it would be like to have a real place in the world. Family. A home where I had a place that was distinctly mine. MY room. I thought about Amos' adoption offer for the first time since the end of break and realized that even if now I was only his son's favorite friend, I could maybe one day become like a daughter to him. Maybe it would just take time. Maybe in just a little while I would have everything I wanted and more.

What a thought, honestly.

I had so much on my mind.

It was ridiculous really, to feel overwhelmed by things that should be simple. Hermione handled so much bigger a work load than I did with such ease. Or, she seemed to he at least. Handling it well enough to be getting good marks. Unlike me, as I watched them slip as I stayed locked in my room with books and parchment as I tried to figure out how to get my clothes to stay on my body when I turned back into human. I wasn't anxious so much as I was focused, but even Echo was worried about me. She kept nudging me in the back, meowing at me.

I huffed, annoyed. "Before you were mad that I wasn't seeing you enough, now you're mad that you're seeing me too much?" I demanded of her. She meowed again and I rolled my eyes. I swore that I could feel what she was thinking. "I'm not obsessed. I'm still going to my classes, and I have passing marks. I even visited Lupin and Lohran- I visited Lohran five times! In two weeks! I've never seen him be so at peace with me." She almost seemed to glare at me and I had a thought cross my mind that made my smile fall. "Maybe I haven't been talking to Fred. Or, any of my friends. But this is important! I only have two more weeks until the next full moon, Echo!" I turned to the papers, feeling distressed. I'd been so immersed in this animagus thing that I hadn't really talked to anyone outside of Fred since it had all started. Even then, I'd only talked to Fred when I had to. When we met up or that time we'd changed for the first time together. I had isolated myself, sitting on my bed with my head in a book if I wasn't in a class. Sam has worried himself sick trying to at least make sure I was eating, convincing me to finally take my reading to at least one meal a day.

I didn't know what it was, but I was feeling odd. People had long since stopped teasing and insulting me, getting bored with it or being convinced that I was separate from my father. I had loads of friends and friend of friends. I had Harry who I was supposed to be keeping an eye on, and Cedric who had the most stressed look on his face anytime his gaze landed on me. I had Fred, who I could tell was getting a little more annoyed at me every day. I wasn't facing whatever I was feeling myself, let alone be able to open up to him about it and explain. He had said a few times that he missed me. That he was worried. That he was here to listen if something was wrong.

But what could I tell him? That I was simply uneasy and unsure as to why? That I felt much safer in my room, in the dungeons, far from the sunlight, focused on making sure I'd always be dressed so I wouldn't inconvenience someone or lead to an inappropriate situation that might jeopardize someone I cared about? Why did I even want to be with Lupin during the full moons so badly? Why had it consumed me so much to become an animagus? Why was I reaching for anything and everything that would make me feel closer to a mad man who had murdered thirteen people in one go, completely destroyed one of his best friends, turned another one in to Voldemort of all people, getting him killed and starting the mass unfortunate event that was Harry Potter's life before Hogwarts, and then plotted for twelve years to kill that same Harry Potter out of revenge for the man that had killed people who were supposed to be his friends - his family - dying because of... whatever had happened the night Harry had survived and Voldemort hadn't? He was an evil man. A follower of the personification of darkness. A loyal follower. He had betrayed his family without a care for the child or the man he was supposed to love. With no hesitation. He was a murder. He was evil and wrong and dark and twisted and insane and probably even worse now that he had been subjected to twelve years of Azkaban and Dementors.

Yet here I was.

The room suddenly felt claustrophobic. I shot out of bed, throwing open the dorm door and taking off, only seeing Echo settle in the warm spot I'd left before the whole layout was out of sight. I took off, sprinting through the common room. I heard Sam telling for me ("Liv? Liv! Liv what's wrong? LIV!") but I felt I was about to throw up and I needed air and I needed it now. So I ignored him and burst out of the Slytherin common room, speeding out of the dungeons and through the castle to get outside. It was a little cold and I closed my eyes as the wind pulled and poked at me, moving my hair. The sunshine was different this morning. Weaker. Maybe there were clouds. I had my eyes closed so I didn't know.

While trying to catch my breath, I saw none other than Pansy Parkinson approaching me, a smirk on her face as she looked at me like I was crying and she'd made it happen. That sick satisfaction she always seemed to have when she had upset me. I wondered what nonsense or rudeness she was about to throw at me. I wondered if I could handle it how I was.

"What's wrong with you?" she demanded, sneering a bit. Her face curled in amusement. It was even worse than when she was mocking or poking fun at me. Now she had finally seen me upset and she would stop at nothing to figure out why so she could exploit it.

Forcing myself to stand straight, I met her eyes. My chest still felt constricted but I refused to give her the satisfaction. "I have to see your ugly face," I responded tartly. "It always ruins my mood."

The smile wiped right off her face. "You can call me ugly all you want, but even if I was, I'd still rather be me than you." She stepped up to me and I felt suddenly off balance. "Running around with a Gryffindor is bad enough, but it has to be some blood traitor Weasley on top of that? Befriending Harry Potter and his gaggle of geese? Disobeying and mouthing off to Snape in favor of some Gryffindor idiot? Dragging down Sam as well, after what you did to his brother last year?" She was close now. "Are you even aware of how much you've messed up his life? His brother won't even talk to him. His parents are about to disown him. Are you even aware of the carnage you're causing?"

That I hadn't expected. Sam was having problems at home? That extensive? Wouldn't he have told me? Of course he would have. "Sam would have told me if any of that way happening. I'm his friend. You wouldn't know."

Pansy laughed in a way that made me feel sick. "Some friend you are! So busy shoving your tongue down Weasley's throat that you haven't been around enough to talk to him. He talks to Bertha. She's the one who told me." I paled. I knew the feeling in my body showed in my face- the opposite of the warmth I felt when I blushed. I felt cold. I could tell that it showed in my skin by the way her satisfied smirk returned. "Oh you didn't know? She doesn't actually like you. She only made friends with you because Sam has the biggest crush on you and she has the biggest crush on him." My eyes widened and I went stiff. "After the way you've been neglecting him, I'm sure Sam will see sense soon. I don't know what he's seen in you to begin with."

I tried to orient myself. Get my feet under me again. "You're just mad. I'd even say jealous." She scoffed but I cut her off before she could go off again. "Sam, like me? As if. I may not be around often but I'm as aware as everyone else that Beth and Sam have eyes for each other. THEY haven't even realized it yet, but it's getting more obvious every day. If Beth isn't my biggest fan, that's her choice. Unlike you, I don't need Slytherin friends. I don't need power to feel important. I don't need to be popular. She hasn't told you anything meaningful because I haven't told her much- and if either of you had known anything that would actually hurt me, you would have already said it. Are you done grasping at straws so you can feel better about yourself by making me feel worse? Or, trying to at least."

We were both worked up. Our noses were nearly touching. I wondered if she was flaming at the mouth or if my imagination was getting the better of me as my vision blurred with edging anger. Her face was twisted enough with hate and anger that she looked like an animal- she might as well be a rabid one.

Finally she found her words. "You think you're so special. What? Because the famous Harry Potter pays attention to you? Because no one mocks you to your face anymore? Because you have some Gryffindor slime to snog?" I opened my mouth to retaliate but she shoved me and I stumbled, not expecting it. She attacked with words again before I could find my own. "That boy is only interested in you because you're a Slytherin. It's what Gryffindors do. Impulsive things that are said to be wrong. Break rules. Tame wild beasts. I bet he's just aiming to get in your pants so he can brag about how lame and easy Slytherins actually are. I bet everyone else is even in on it." She had hit a nerve I didn't even know I had. I was knocked silent. After a second she continued and her final words drove a dagger into my chest and twisted. I was finished. "I mean really, why would they like you? You're Sirius Black's daughter. You're pathetic and ridiculous and tainted. You're going to be just as corrupted and pathetic and weak as he was. You don't belong here. You don't belong anywhere. You're the worst Slytherin that ever came to Hogwarts and you know it as well as the rest of us do." She leaned away, pausing before walking past me. Her shoulder slammed into mine as she spat, "Go back where you came from. We don't want you here." And then she was gone.

If people thought I was absent before, they must have thought I left Hogwarts now. I sat with no one during class and refused to come to meals, settling with going to the kitchens if I got really hungry. I avoided anyone and everyone as much as I could. That unease had increased and being around anyone anymore made me feel sick.

My room was even too much. I preferred the library, in a corner, away from eyes. I hadn't missed a weekend study session all year but in the month between my first full moon with Lupin and my second, I went to only one, the first weekend of the month, and then I began to avoid them and everyone that was apart of it. In fact, I generally avoided everyone.

I know it was basically handing Pansy a trophy for her win, but I didn't care. I'd lost myself in homework, retreating into my studies as I had planned to when I'd first come here, before everything else. Everyone else.

My grades were improving and I even found out how to get the animagus transformation to work so that my clothes would appear on my body when I went from crow to human so I wouldn't have to redress. I was on the verge of losing it and sneaking out of my dorm was a disparate attempt to regain the ease and happiness I'd felt not even a month ago when everything seemed so much better. When I was less of a mess. I wasn't even sure if I would go into the tunnel and greet Lupin because I was still so stuck on being alone always and avoiding everyone. He would have the chance to question me in the morning, and if he uncovered something that I didn't want him to, or something that I wasn't ready to face, it would be over. I wouldn't be able to hide anymore.

But maybe it would finally get better.

I stood in front of the whomping willow, debating, when I heard it. I panicked, immediately turning into a crow and swooping through the air and on top of a bush, away from the branches.

I was surprised to see Ron, Harry and Hermione. It had been a while since I'd really sat down and talked to them. I wasn't sure exactly what had brought them here, except that it seemed Ron was picking up something...

A rat? Oh, Scabbers. Harry was telling him something but then Ron was screaming something after him, much more panicked and insistent. We all looked over to see- "THE GRIM!" Ron shrieked, finger shaking as he pointed. A huge black dog was stood there, snarling. I felt my heart stop.

My dad was an animagus. A black dog.

As he started forward, I took off to... do something. Anything. I didn't get there before he jumped past Harry though, instead sinking his teeth into Ron's leg and dragging him into the hole under the tree. I cawed, panicking, and Harry and Hermione spun around to look at me. I shook my head before diving, making sure to avoid the Whomping Willow, shooting into the hole under the tree as quickly as possible. I heard Ron screaming and I was flying after him, trying to find him through the tunnel that seemed even longer than I remember. I heard noise behind me- Harry and Hermione, I assumed, were now also in the tunnel. I paused, wondering if I should guide them or go face what I had been avoiding facing all year by myself. Did I want them to be there when I met my father?

Did I want Harry there while Sirius Black was alive and trying to kill him?

Ron moaned again and it echoed. I knew his noise alone would guide them so I took off, flying again to go after Sirius. I finally got into the falling apart house and shot up the stairs, into the room I heard Ron screaming from. I landed on the floor, fluttering around him as a bird, squawking loudly.

That seemed to upset Ron even more. "Get away!" he shooed me.

To make it easier, I turned human again. He screamed. "It's me!" I called, hands up and away from myself so he wouldn't freak out. He seemed to be breathing raggedly. I hoped he wouldn't faint. "Ron! I'm sorry, I know it's very weird. But, the dog. Where did it go? I need you to answer me Ron!"

He only lifted a finger, pointing behind me. "Animagus," he whispered.

Spinning around, I snagged my wand from my back poker. "Expelliarmus!" It was gone from my hand as soon as I had it and there stood a ragged, deranged Sirius Black, Ron's wand in his hand. He looked at me very carefully, trying to gauge my threat level. "Who are you?"

I couldn't breathe. "I'm the only who's going to kill you." I hated the words in my mouth but I thought of Harry in here and that charged me to attack him. He brandished his wand though and I froze again. Ron reached forward, grabbing my wrist so I wouldn't leave. There was a second of pause. "You won't kill him. I won't let you."

Sirius seemed to deem me a severe enough threat that his expression darkened. "No one will stop me. I WILL kill him."

That moment the door burst opened and there was Harry and Hermione, scrambling to me and Ron. "Liv?" Harry inquired in the most perplexed voice. I would have to explain later. Instead, I yanked my wrist away from Ron, snagging Harry and Hermione and throwing them behind me. They turned as I opened my arms wide to block them.

"You'll have to go through me!" I screamed.

Hermione gasped. "Is that-?"

"He's an animagus!" Rom whimpered. "He's the dog! And she- she's a crow."

"You're an animagus too?" Hermione asked, as if the idea startled her.

"Not now," I reminded sternly. Attention turned back to Black.

Harry wasn't having any of my self sacrificing though. He pushed past me, shaking me off as I pulled at him. "You," he seethed. I tried to pull him again but he turned to me. "GET OFF!" I moved away. "Remember when I told you I'd kill him? You said you'd let me. You said you'd do it!"

"And I would!" I screamed. Sirius seemed to be unsure of what to do with our quarrel while he was right there, ready to kill us. It felt increasingly chaotic as every second passed. "But I'd rather not allow him the chance to kill you first!"

Hermione seemed to agree. When I grabbed at him again, she reached out too, and between us, we pulled him out of range. "If you want to kill Harry you'll have to kill us too!" She shouted firmly, despite the fear on her face.

"No," the tormented man seethed. "Only one will die tonight." Harry had his wand out and was trying to push between us as Black began to come towards us to attack.

The door burst open again. "Expelliarmus!" Harry's wand went flying. My eyes widened when I saw Black fall to the ground as Harry's wand flew into some corner of the room, none other than Lupin himself standing in the doorway of the room. I relaxed. Until his eyes landed on Black.

Lupin recognized Black immediately. He got an incredibly soft look on his face and I felt a feeling of complete horror fill me. The world seemed to go silent and a little blurry, moving too slow. The universe turned upside down as I watched Lupin offer a hand to Black, helping him to his feet and turning the offer into a hug. Their chests touched and the expression on Lupin's face only held relief. I felt such deep betrayal that I couldn't feel anything else. Not anger. Not surprise. Not even a mild awareness of anything, until Hermione screamed, "NO!" right in my ear, shaking me to reality. "I trusted you!" Her words were raw and nearly as betrayed as I felt. "I kept your secrets!" She turned to the boys. "He's a werewolf! That's why he's been missing classes."

Lupin looked at me but I looked away, my chest moving desperately. That constricted chest feeling was back and I felt like I was about to either cry or kill someone. "You really are a very intelligent witch," Lupin said as if he was talking about something completely normal and okay. "How long have you known?"

"Since Snape gave the essay." She nudged me but I was unresponsive. I really was the worst Slytherins ever. "All this time you've been his friend," she added quietly, nearly defeated.

"Stop this nonsense!" Black screamed over it all. I flinched.

"Wait!" Lupin followed up.

"IVE DONE MY WAITING!" Black screamed. "TWELVE YEARS OF IT! In Azkaban!" I found myself loosing all my will power, shrinking to the side corner of the room.

Lupin's shes settled on me a second. "Fine." When Black had fallen he must have dropped Ron's wand because now Lupin offered his own. "Kill him. But Harry deserves to know why-"

"I know why!" Harry interrupted, stepping forward. Without my help, Hermione had no chance of keeping him behind her so she didn't even try. "You killed my parents! You're the reason they're dead!"

"No, Harry, it wasn't him." Lupin again. I leaned against the wall, hoping the world would go into focus and start making sense again. "Someone did betray your parents. Someone who, until recently, I believed dead."

"Who was it then?" Harry demanded.

Black spoke now. "Peter. Petigrew." He said it slowly. Spaced. There was a pause between the first and second name, like it was some huge reveal. And- it was, I'm not going to lie.

"Impossible," I whispered.

"No," Black shot down. "He's in this room! Right now." He seemed to almost smile and I pressed into the wall. That's when I saw my wand, just behind Ron. "COME OUT COME OUT PETER! COME OUT AND PLAY!" I took a step toward it, slow and careful.

"Expelliarmus!" It was yelled a third time and Lupin's wand went flying to the floor. I jumped as everyone turned their attention to Snape, who was suddenly also in the room, but I kept my focus on my wand, continuing to make little movements towards it.

Black, Lupin, and Snape kept going back and forth and when Snape pointed out that the two were arguing likes married couple, I couldn't help but agree. I hated them both now, that shock wearing off to finally give me the anger I needed to power myself and clear my mind. I had to get us all out of here and I had to do it as soon as possible, by any means. I kneeled down, picking up my wand very carefully before standing back up again, the wand at my side as I tried to gauge if anyone had noticed.

"You." Snape had finally seen me and his eyes narrowed. "No doubt you've been helping as well. I guess it's true, what they say- the apple really doesn't fall far from the home tree. You're just like daddy, aren't you?" His words reminded me of Pansy's.

The curse had been meant for Black, but it had hit Snape instead. "EXPELLIARMUS!" Harry yelled at the same time I shouted, "STUPEFY!" The combination of the two spells sent Snape flying and Harry and I looked at each other. I looked to see that Hermione was missing her wand.

"Harry!" Ron shrieked. "You attacked a teacher!"

His words knocked us into focus and we both looked at Lupin and Black. My wand was on the Professor; Harry's was on the criminal's. "Tell me about Pettigrew," Harry demanded evenly. I was following his lead.

"He was at school with us!" Lupin began. "We thought he was our friend!"

"No. Pettigrew's dead." Harry seemed uneasy as I was as his hand twitched, almost like he was itching to send a spell to Black. I didn't doubt he was. "You killed him!"

"No he didn't," Lupin rushed, moving between Black and Harry so that both of our wands were on him. "I thought so too, until you mentioned seeing Pettigrew on the map."

"The map was lying then," Harry reasoned.

"The map never lies!" Black cut in. "Pettigrew's alive. And he's right there."

To most of our confusion, he pointed to Ron. "Me?" Ron gasped. "He's mental!"

Then it clicked in my brain. Lupin in a werewolf; Black is a dog. "Pettigrew was a rat," I whispered. My eyes fell to the rat. "You told me," I said louder, looking at Lupin again. "You told me that you and your friends. They stayed with you during the full moon. They were animagi- all of them. Pettigrew was a rat."

Black looked at me like he saw something in my face that was familiar in a way he didn't quite like. I looked away from him as Ron sputtered. "But- Scabbers has been in my family for-"

"Twelve years!" Black interrupted, wagging a finger. "Bit long for a regular rat life don't you think? He's missing a toe isn't he?"

"So what?" Ron was hysterical.

"All they could find of Pettigrew-" Harry began.

"A finger!" Black finished. "The bloody coward cut it off so everyone would think he was dead, then turned into a rat!" Black had begun to move closer to Ron, Harry turning to accommodate as I kept my wand on Lupin without hesitation.

"Show me," Harry demanded.

Black grabbed Scabbers forcefully from Ron. The rat was screeching and Ron was complaining and we were all telling him to shut up. Black put the rat on the piano as Lupin picked up his wand. They missed a few times but eventually they hit him with whatever spell they were shooting. Before our eyes, Scabbers the rat became a man that was so pitiful and disgusting, I flinched away from all three of them as Lupin and Black each took on of his arms, pulling him out of hiding and to his feet. There was chaos. Yelling and accusing and the world was spinning. All I could get out of it was that my dad was innocent. Innocent of everything. Sirius Black was a good man.

I found my mind just as Peter began to scramble for the door. I moved to block him, my wand having fallen to my side. He grasped me by the shoulders, pulling me close. "You're such a good girl. I know he acts like he hates me now but you're dad- you're dad and I- we were very good friends. I could tell you all kinds of stories about him in school. I could-" Lupin and Black had been fighting to pull him away from me but when they finally succeeded, I was left breathless. Sirius looked closely at me again, undoubtedly putting it together the more Pettigrew talked. I was relieved when he finally looked away.

"You should have known," Lupin said.

"You should have known if Voldemort didn't kill you, we would!"

"NO!" Harry yelled. The room went silent as Lupin slowly turned, a tired look in his eyes. "He killed my parents, I know," He huffed as Lupin began to say something. "We'll take him to the castle." He began to move towards Pettigrew, who fell to his knees and reached for Harry, ready to praise him. "GET OFF!" Harry snapped. "I said we'd take you to the castle. After that, the Dementors could have you." Pettigrew made a horrible sound that almost made me pity him, but it was final. Harry's parents had been the one he'd killed after all. It was smart and for some reason, even the adults seemed to listen to him. The power of Harry Potter I suppose.

All eyes finally turned to me. I felt my chest moving fast again as it finally sunk in. "You're innocent," I whispered. Black looked at me. We held eye contact until my eyes watered so that I couldn't see him at all anymore. "I'll be waiting outside."

"Wait!" Lupin called. But too late. I turned into a crow and tore out of there as fast as I had come what seemed so long ago. Now I was racing through the house, into the long tunnel, hoping I'd have time between when I got outside to when they got outside to catch my breath and get my thoughts oriented so I could at all make sense of all the information I'd just received. I didn't know how the others were taking this so well but I wasn't. Couldn't. Wouldn't. So I raced and flew as fast and hard as I could because if I knew how to do anything, it was run away.

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softforcal · 5 years

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hi I would love if you do HC in poly slytherin!luke, slytherin!michael and hufflepuff!reader where they are both like really cocky and she is the typical hufflepuff good girl but she can be super freaky too if she wants to (also please give me some muke and make michael and luke into each other omg) thanks love! your work is amazing💞

SLYTHERIN LUKE X SLYTHERIN MICHAEL X HUFFLEPUFF READER

(side note i’m kind of shit at doing band member x band member and it makes me a tiny bit uncomfy sometimes so please respect my limits lol)

-so Slytherin Luke and Slytherin Michael are kinda scary

-like Luke is big

-and Michael is known for playing way too many pranks on people and generally just being a mischievous little fuck

-they’re known womanizers, especially Luke, who has a trail of Ravenclaws chasing after him all the time

-but Michael also gets his fair share of pussy, don’t get me wrong

-and, as the story always goes with these things, you’re just a lil puff

-something happens and they take notice of you

-like, the teacher assigns seats in class and makes you sit next to Luke while Michael sits at the next two seater table across the aisle, but you’re still between them

-so they’re both talking with you in the middle which leads to them realizing how cute you are

-they both have their entire bodies turned towards you and they stop talking so you look up from your notes and look at both of them. you sort of lean back just in case they stopped talking because you were in the way, but their eyes follow you and you realize… fuck

-”what’s your name kitten?” Michael grins

-”Y/N.”

-”no way, you’re the puff that Ashton and Cal hang out with sometimes.” Luke says, recognition flashing over his face, “well fuck, they said you were cute but they never said you looked like this!”

-(Hufflepuff Cal and Ash totally downplayed how cute you are so you wouldn’t draw the attention of their two snakey best friends because they think you’re too innocent for these fucks)

-class starts and they both look at you a bunch, you definitely feel their eyes

-after class they don’t even say anything to you, they just leave and you’re kinda like thank god

-so they go find their puff friends Ash and Cal and are like “so whats the deal with Y/N?” and Cashton is like… fuck. they’ve found the secret gorgeous puff who we tried so hard to protect

-”don’t you guys think she’s a bit too soft for you?” Ashton asks

-it’s true, usually Luke goes for Ravenclaws because they’re smart enough to know that he usually just wants to fuck around

-and Michael kind of likes making Gryffindors feel all naughty when he fucks the shit out of them

-they usually stay away from Puffs because Puffs are so soft and squishy

-but you cute as fuck

-and once these two have their eyes on someone, they can’t just un-want you

-and these boys have serious control issues when it comes to chasing things they want

-”just don’t break her heart.” Calum finally sighs because whats done is done

-that night at dinner, Luke and Michael saunter over to the Hufflepuff table as people are leaving and some are staying and hanging out

-you’re with Calum and Ashton so when Luke sits next to you and Michael sits across from you, it’s not the weirdest thing in the world

-these fucks have never had to woo a Hufflepuff before so Luke straight up busts out a line that might work on a Slytherin, but if course it doesn’t really work on you. in fact. it’s not even a line. this fuck just straight up says “your place or mine?”

-Michael bursts out laughing as your jaw drops and Calum face palms

-”what an opener!” Michael grins. “as if you could do better.” Luke rolls his eyes. “i mean, i’d go for a classic one like ‘did it hurt when you fell from heaven’ or if i was feeling really naughty, ‘i’ve been whomping my willow thinking about you all night puff.’” he flashes you a wink to finish it off and everyone starts laughing

-they spend the next five minutes arguing about pick up lines

-finally Luke just turns to you and is like “go out with both of us and we’ll show you a good time.”

-this cocky little fuck

-the entire Hufflepuff table waiting for your answer because oof, that put you on the spot

-and the fact that they’re so blatantly obvious about both wanting to date you is a bit of a shock

-i mean, people kinda know that these two do things together and are pretty much a pair already at is it

-the parameters of what Luke and Michael are, are not clear at all. so the fact that they’re asking you out for a date with both of them is new

-”uh… okay?” you give in because they are HOT AS FUCK

-but now they gotta figure out what to even do for a date because it’s not like they actually ever take girls out on dates

-they honestly just roll with it. like right then and there they stand up and are like “lets go.” and you’re like “now?” but Luke is already dragging you with him

-these sneaky Slytherins straight up sneak the three of you out of the school because these fucks think a good date is going to the Forbidden Forrest

-there’s actually some logic to it, Michael read somewhere that doing something scary makes endorphins or something and creates a bond faster

-so there you are, in the forbidden forrest with two Slytherins who are asking a BUNCH of questions because they actually want to get to know you

-there’s a sound and somehow Michael is the toughest of the three of you and ends up laughing his ass off at you and Luke

-but you look pretty scarred

-they push you between them and hug you, which actually makes you feel pretty safe

-”you guys totally planned this.” you mumble against Luke’s chest

-sneaky snakey boys

-but yeah, you three get the fuck out of that forrest because Michael can only pretend to be 100% relaxed for so long

-they also know a number of secret passages in the school and you end up in one

-just sitting on the ground talking, backs against the walls

-they’re not as scary as you originally thought

-you end up talking about why neither of them ever go for Hufflepuffs

-”puffs are too sweet and innocent.” Michael explains, “we might be assholes but we usually don’t see a reason to ruin that.” “so what makes me different?” “you’d be more than a fuck.”

-Michael smacks Luke lightly because Luke’s gotta stop being such a dick

-”we’re on our first date-” “you like us.” Luke interrupts.

-its true. he might be a sneaky, snakey dick, but he knows when girls like him and you like him

-he’s staring you down with that classic Slytherin smirk and he knows he has you exactly where he wants you

-”bet you’re not that innocent.” he continues, “after all, you’re here, with both of us.”

-true

-you could swear he’s about to kiss you but this asshole wants you to close the distance, he wants you to want it as much as he does

-Michael’s watching the whole thing with a smirk because this is Luke’s move.

-then you do something that surprises both of them

-you grab Michael and kiss him instead

-he immediately pulls you onto his lap so you’re straddling him

-he is grinning against your lips

-his hands move to your ass and that makes you pull away while he smirks up at you

-Luke’s getting kinda pouty for obvious reasons

-you give in and move so you’re straddling Luke

-and for some reason, you wait for him to kiss you which completely flips the usual power dynamic for him but he can’t help himself as his hand tangles in your hair and he presses his lips against yours

-Michael may have grabbed your ass, but Luke is full on making you grind down against him and he’s hard as fuck already

-what have you even gotten yourself in to

-before it can be something more you pull away and stand up quickly, “i should go.”

-they’re both still kinda shook but don’t fight it, Michael groans a little but thats just Michael. they take you back to your common room and once you’re gone they’re both just like.. .what the fuck

-because they were expecting to dom the shit out of you

-but somehow, a lil Puff took their power away like it was the most natural thing in the world

-fuck they just wanna get you on a bed

-but also you were really cute and they actually enjoyed talking to you

-in class they continue to talk to you and it’s really great

-they sit next to you at dinner and chat with you, Ash and Cal

-more sneaking around

-lots of teasing and kissing and them both groaning because you’re way more of a tease than they thought you’d be

-two weeks go by and they are just aching to get you in a bed

-people are shook that they have so much control

-that YOU have so much control over them

-finally one make out session in a dark passage leads to you letting them take you back to their room

-once you give in, they take control which you’re chill with because i mean, you know what you’re getting into

-Michael’s the full dom

-Luke is kinda dom but still listens to Michael

-which is interesting because Luke seems like the tough one in public while Michael seems more giggly, but in the bedroom Michael is hardcore

-Michael has grabby hands and that mouth just wants to be everywhere

-they rough but fuck, it’s so good

-they both are way too into hair pulling

-Michael is into anything that involves his dick lets be real here

-you’d definitely end up with marks

-all of you cuddling after

-”so you’re ours now.” Luke just states cuz he’s a fuck

-but you’re okay with it

-”so are we actually saying we’re all going to be… exclusive?” Michael says the word like it’s a curse

-but yes. thats what you’re all saying.

-like, Luke and Michael have been sort of something for a while but you’re just a missing puzzle piece for a weird triangle puzzle. fuck. i don’t know where this metaphor went. ignore me.

-they’re super protective of you

-and dirty fucks

-they always want to be touching you

-Luke has his arm over your shoulders always

-people are so shook that you three are an out and open thing

-two Slytherins and their lil Puff baby

-they’re wrapped around your finger

-people are cared of pissing you off because of Luke, but Michael’s the one they really have to worry about

-it’s just a great time

-always having a green scarf to wear

-to cover the marks

-so many group cuddles and hugs

-lots of love

-Slytherin Muke is a dream team i never realized i needed

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Owlet’s inevitable Natsume Yuujinchou movie spiel

Ok, so the Natsume movie. This is a collection of my impressions and things I found significant, but it is spoilery as hell so it's under a cut, so if you want the plot to be a surprise maybe don't read this. And this with the caveat that I understood the gist of the movie but my Japanese is still really, really awful, so anyone who sees the movie who can understand Japanese well (like the folks at @apta-scans) are more than welcome to correct me on any of the details.

So first off, the youkai (the main one, though there are actually three in the story). He's the spirit of an old tree, and he has the power to alter memories, and to impersonate humans and use memory manipulation to integrate himself pretty flawlessly into people's lives. And everything about him breaks my heart. There's an elderly woman in the story who'd met Reiko once when she was a teenager (who Natsume comes across because he saw her in another youkai's flashback while returning a name), and the youkai is pretending to be her adult son so that she won't be lonely. He'd been hiding away in the tree for years and years before that point, but the woman came first as a child to the small shrine beside the tree and kept coming back throughout her life, and the impression I got was that she' s unable to have children (I may be vastly wrong about that, again anyone feel free to correct me), but the bottom line is she's lonely, and he doesn't have anyone either, so he finally leaves the tree so he can give her a family. I won't say how it all pans out, but in typical Natsuyuu fashion I wanted to ugly-cry in the theater.

Second, the mini-Nyankos, if anyone wants to know how that went down, more or less what happens is that Sensei eats fruit produced by the youkai's tree (three gourd-looking things that have little cat-ears and are striped orange and gray, hrrrrm....), and then the next morning he becomes three of himself and none of them are able talk. And the Dogs' Circle is unsuccessful at both babysitting the minis and keeping them from running away and getting lost. It becomes clear that the minis have some of the effects of the tree in making people forget things/altering people's memories (Taki finds one of them, and ultimately winds up believing she's the granddaughter of the elderly woman, and forgets who Natsume and Tanuma even are). Also. I don't need to say this but they're so cute, holy shit.

Third, it was brief but I think that the most poignant moment in the whole movie for me is when, after it's clear that the minis are altering people's memories, Natsume wakes up from a nightmare that the Fujiwaras straight-up forgot who he was. He wakes up yelling, and he just. Scoops up the only mini-Sensei that hasn't run away by that point, wordlessly holds him close, and is just so visibly shaken. Just the prospect of it is so terrifying to him, because for him the Fujiwaras are the foundation of his entire current life and without them he's faced with the prospect of having nothing and nobody all over again. Very well-done and very *ouch*.

Fourth. Tanuma, my boy. When Natsume loses two of the three minis, and Taki's mysteriously vanished too, Tanuma asks him what's going on, he sits him down and explains everything, and accepts Tanuma's help. CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT, ahem. And we got, just. A whole bunch of screentime of the two of them working together to Solve Problems (and my shipping heart was thrilled). And I think it's telling in terms of Tanuma's character development, too, that when shit hits the fan and Natsume knows he's going to have to face down a Big Bad Youkai (different one, not the tree youkai), he tells Tanuma to leave and go meet up with Taki, and Tanuma immediately agrees and goes. Was it hard for him to do that if Natsume was going to be in danger? Probably. Has he learned after Omibashira that he needs to trust Natsume's judgment and recognize his own limitations? Yes, and I am very proud of him.

Fifth. Natori. He does have a legitimate plot-pertinent reason for being there (he and some other exorcists have heard of the aforementioned Big Bad Youkai and are in the town to try to stop it), and in the end Natsume does need his help to seal the youkai, but the other fifty percent of his being there is absolutely for fanservice purposes (complete with his skeevy soundtrack theme that I hate). And naturally, he shows up and tries to exorcise the tree youkai, who is not the youkai he's after, and Natsume steps in to stop him like Oh My God Why Are You Like This. However. The two reasons I was glad he was in the movie are: him laughing at one of the mini-Nyankos and then promtply (and satisfyingly) getting whomped in the face for it; and then all three of the shiki getting a chance to shine and demonstrate what sexy scary badasses they are while aiding the exorcism.

Sixth. I'm not completely clear on everything that happened here because the language barrier really got in the way here, but Natsume meets someone who at one point was a childhood friend (I think Yuki was his name?). And when Natsume goes to move towards him to say hello, the kid kind of freezes up then flinches away, and Natsume's pretty bothered by it. We get a flashback of the two of them in elementary school, and they were friends for a short time (I *think* he may have told him he could see youkai, this is what I'm not clear on, and I wanna say that Yuki wasn't bothered by it and thought it was a neat secret, but I didn't understand enough to confirm that). Anyways the two of them go off into the woods to a waterfall one day, and there's a youkai there that threatens them, and Yuki goes to throw a rock at the waterfall and Natsume tackles him to the ground to stop him. And it shows them walking back home, and they're both a little battered and dirty, and Yuki's walking way ahead of him obviously hurt/confused/mad and Natsume just looks miserable. Anyhow, the movie ends with the two of them meeting back up in the present, and reconciling (I'm not sure but I think Natsume tells him he was just lying about the youkai stuff and that he's sorry, I really need to watch the movie translated because I want to know exactly what was said). I think it's good that the movie depicted that Natsume did have people who wanted to be his friend, but that those people ultimately hurt him or didn't stay. But the reconciliation scene showed that the bad endings didn't have to stay bad (Shibata's character serves the same purpose, what a tool, I love him).

Anyways. My general takeaway from the movie is that all your memories are crucial to who you are as a person, the bad and the good, and for Natsume personally, the bad gave way to the good and was necessary to arrive there. That's all for now, I'm probably going to see it again with a friend next weekend so I'll add more to this if I see fit but mostly I can't wait for there to be a translation available. This movie was so amazing, and so very worth the wait.

#natsume yuujinchou #natsume yuujinchou movie #natsuyuu #natsume's book of friends #natsume takashi #tanuma kaname #nyanko sensei #taki tooru #natsume yuujinchou film #tanunatsu

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siriuslystarbucks · 6 years

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Tell Me What You Think Before We’re Ruined

Pairings: Marauders’ friendships, with a dash of James/Sirius

Summary: Sirius calls it a prank. Remus calls it a nightmare. The Marauders figure it out by talking to each other.

~~~Peter

The Marauders’ dormitory had never been so silent. It was fragile, fraught with tension. Peter just wanted everything to be normal again, but he understood why that wouldn’t happen immediately. He hadn’t exactly been removed from the situation, but he knew it couldn’t compare to the others’ experiences.

Sirius had told Snape, Remus tried to hurt him, and James stopped it from happening. Peter? Peter had been in the shack with Remus, unable to do anything in his little rat form, but squeak and run around Remus’s paws to try and distract him. It hadn’t done much, but Moony did consciously avoid stepping on him, so that was something. Maybe.

He didn’t know what to do. He fixed things sometimes. It felt like his role in the group, to fix the miscommunications and keep their friendship running smoothly. He hadn’t stopped this and he had no sodding clue how to start fixing it. He was barely involved and the last time he’d tried talking to Sirius, he’d let off at Peter, poking at each of Peter’s insecurities until he left. Peter knew he did it because he was feeling vulnerable and didn’t actually believe any of what he said, but it did deter him from trying again.

The dorm was silent, so Peter grabbed his bag and left. He’d do some classwork, maybe just head to the library to find that book on animagi that lived their entire lives in their animal form-- McGonagall had said it was there somewhere.

~~~Remus

It had been one of the worst full moons to date. The first one he ever experienced had been worse. He’d also been five at the time, so it didn’t quite count, did it? And it had been the first time he’d felt that pain, the beginning of something terrible; of course he thought of it as being worse.

This… this ‘prank’ though? Merlin and Morgana Remus wanted to rip Sirius’s throat out when he tried to justify it that way to him.

“It was just a prank Remus, I don’t see why you’re getting your knickers in a twist.” Remus had thrown a roll of bandages at him, and it’s a good thing Sirius ducked because otherwise it would have hit him straight on and Remus hadn’t been pulling his strength.

It doesn’t count as a prank if someone nearly dies. If someone would have died if James hadn’t been an idiotic arse and gone in to save him and by some miracle succeeded. He’d nearly killed James. And… that’s what was eating Remus up more than anything. He knew that he should feel eight kinds of guilty and terrified if it had only been Snape involved, but- but he didn’t.

Oh he cared, but not enough, not at the level he should. He felt a little bad about the Snape thing, but only as far as that he was a person and Remus didn’t want to be responsible for the death of a single one. He should feel worse about nearly killing a classmate, about almost becoming a murderer.

He didn’t.

And that was terrifying.

~~~James and Sirius

“Sirius, for the love of Merlin, just apologise.”

Sirius had his arms crossed over his chest, looking the very picture of stubborn. “No. Technically, I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Sirius,” James groaned.

“I said technically. So I egged the git on a bit, that’s not a crime. I didn’t convince him Moony’s a werewolf or summat.”

“You told him how to get in the Whomping Willow!”

“He would have figured it out eventually. Besides, how big of a dumb arse do you have to be to think someone’s a bloodthirsty werewolf and still decide to go in a small passage leading to them on the full moon? Snivellus wasn’t anywhere close to dying, but if he was, it would’ve been his own damn fault.”

James growled and threw up his hands. They were going in circles, which made it all the more surprising to Sirius when James defended him to Remus and Peter. “It’s not Sirius’s fault that Snape’s a bloody dumbarse, the likes of which we have never seen! How in the bloody buggering hell was Sirius supposed to know he would haul off and do that?”

“It wouldn’t have been a problem if he didn’t tell the snake anything in the first place,” Peter argued.

“Nothing he didn’t already know,” James said, rolling his eyes. It made Sirius wonder why James had argued with him earlier if he thought the same thing. Or maybe… maybe he wasn’t thinking the same thing? James was always in Sirius’s corner, Sirius knew that. He just- just hadn’t thought it would apply to situations where James thought he was wrong.

After that argument, Peter went back to the Hospital Wing to keep Remus company. It left James and Sirius alone in the dormitory again, sitting side by side on James’s bed. Sirius had begun thinking of it as their bed recently because he’d been sleeping in it for the whole year starting at the end of September, but with everything going on right now, he wasn’t sure if that would still be true.

“What are you thinking?” Sirius asked. Not challenging, not hostile, only curious.

James mussed his hair with a sigh. “I dunno,” he said, and it sounded like a lie. Looking at his face though, it seemed he was confused.

“Hey,” Sirius said, knocking their knees together even though he wanted to hold James’s hand-- but refrained for fear of rejection. “It’s me. Talk it out.”

James stared at Sirius for a long moment, organising his thoughts. “What you did,” he started slowly, “wasn’t that bad. We’ve done far worse. I mean, really, jabbing at Sni- Snape to make him angry? Telling him something that’ll get his dumb arse in trouble? We do that all the time. You couldn’t know that he’d listen this time when he hasn’t fallen for it since second year. I understand why you’re not sorry. We haven’t apologised for any of the other shite we’ve pulled, and no one’s expected us to. If I were you, I wouldn’t apologise either.”

“Then why did you tell me I should?”

James shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know. It’s why I’m so confused. This whole thing is just,” he gestured aimlessly, “a steaming pile of hippogriff dung.”

Sirius paused, then- “Do you want me to move back to my bed?”

“What?” James said immediately, shocked. “No. Don’t you dare.” He gave Sirius a hard shove so he fell back on the bed, then climbed on top of him, pinning him down. “You can’t leave. When you don’t have lethally pointy elbows, you make the best bed mate ever. If you leave I won’t be able to sleep, and neither will you.”

Sirius chuckled. “Okay, okay, I give.”

“That’s right you do,” James said decisively, but didn’t move from his position.

~~~Remus and Peter

“Hey Rem. I er, brought your book.” Peter set it on the bedside table.

“Thanks. How’s James?”

Peter froze, half on his way to sitting down. “James?”

Remus nodded, still staring at his hands on the duvet.

“Erm. He’s fine. Why?”

He shrugged uncomfortably.

“Remus.”

Remus fiddled with his hands for a minute before letting it all out on a rush. “He showed up out of nowhere and nearly got himself killed! What if I'd hurt him? That's not something I'd be able to come back from. Christ I wouldn't be able to look Sirius in the eye. I wouldn't even have a chance to avoid him because he'd bloody kill me for hurting James.”

“You think… that James should be mad at you?” Peter asked slowly, more than a hint of incredulousness in his voice.

“Not should. Just. Would be. Shit Pete I don't know. I'm scared, I'm sodding terrified at what almost happened.”

Peter finally sat down, staring at Remus with something akin to fascination in his eyes. “Okay.” Peter stilled Remus’s fidgeting hands. “Take a deep breath.”

Obediently, Remus did so.

“And calm down.”

Remus stared at him flatly.

“You’ve always told me that it’s pointless to waste my time and energy on what if’s, and you were right. So stop doing this to yourself. Yes, this could have been really bad. Someone could have gotten hurt or even killed. But it didn’t,” Peter said firmly, when Remus started to get that pinched look. “None of that happened and thinking about it is just going to make you feel like shit.”

“I know,” he said quietly. “But it’s,” he swallowed, “it’s harder than I thought it would be and every time I try to stop it comes back. I’m so sodding tired but every time I try to go to sleep I keep thinking what if and I keep turning it over in my head and I want to think of something, anything else, but I can’t.”

“I… brought you chocolate,” Peter tried, holding up the bag he’d packed.

Remus didn’t say anything, staring at the bag for so long Peter was beginning to think it was an awful idea and he would’ve been better off leaving him alone. “Okay that helps.”

Peter beamed, setting the bag of chocolate down on Remus’s lap. “I know you won’t believe it until you here James say it five times, but he really doesn’t blame you. I’m not even sure he blames Sirius,” he added in an undertone.

“I don’t blame Sirius,” Remus said, unwrapping a truffle.

“Really?”

Remus shrugged, popping the sweet in his mouth. “I did a’ firs’,” he slurred around the candy. “He w’s bein’ a di’ abou’ i’.”

“When has Sirius not been a dick about something.”

Remus chewed on the truffle, able to talk normally again. “True. I don’t blame him, he’s just… annoying me. The last time he did something stupid on a full moon he kept his mouth shut and that worked. But this time it’s like he doesn’t even realise something happened. Hell, he took getting my History textbook wet more serious than this, and a drying spell fixed that so you couldn’t even tell anything had happened.”

“He’s always been pretty cavalier about Moony being dangerous.”

“Which is stupid.”

“I don’t want to be on his side right now, but he’s only been around him when he’s the same size. Padfoot’s bloody huge, bigger than Moony even. The only thing Moony has that he doesn’t is bigger teeth, but next to Prongs that doesn’t matter. As far as Sirius is concerned, Moony isn’t a threat.”

“He’s still stupid,” Remus muttered petulantly, opening a bar of chocolate and taking a large bite.

~~~Sirius and Peter

“Where’s James?” Peter asked.

Sirius was laying on their bed, flat on his back and staring at the ceiling. “Talking to Dumbledore.”

“Why?”

“About what happened.”

“...Oh.” Peter cleared his throat. “Are you worried?”

“Do you care?”

Peter sighed, already done with this argument, even though it had barely started and they weren’t technically fighting yet. “Of course I care. Just because you act like an insensitive berk when you bugger up doesn’t make us any less of friends.”

“Tell me how you really feel.”

“I know you’re joking, but fine, I will. I think that all Remus wants is for you to shut it and listen to him, but you’re so busy trying to convince yourself that you’re not like your family that you refuse to slow down and think about this. You’re not, by the way. Like them.”

“What would you know,” Sirius said, but there was no heat to it.

“I know that most people in the Black family would do something like this on purpose, and it wouldn’t fail.”

Sirius snorted. “I can’t believe that actually made me feel better.”

“I’m pretty surprised too.”

“Thanks Peter.”

“Any time.” Peter set about searching through his trunk. He was fairly certain there was a chocolate frog or two running around in here, and, smushed or not, he could use one right now.

“How’s Remus?”

“Healthy enough to talk to you himself.”

Sirius whined. “Why are you being difficult?”

“For making you be an adult and talk to your friend yourself? Can’t really put a reason to that.”

“I’m not an adult.”

“You are, and you have been for five months.”

“You’ve been keeping track?”

“Yep, for moments just like this. I’m glad it finally paid off. A ha!” he said victoriously, having found a crumpled but full chocolate frog wrapper. “But seriously, talk to Remus.” He ripped it open and shoved half of it in his mouth. “I’m not gonna be in the middle of this when it’s something you can only solve by talking to each other.”

“We can pass notes back and forth. How do you feel about being a messenger rat?”

“Not good, Sirius. Now, if you want, you can wait until Remus is out of the Hospital Wing, or you can wait for him to get out and waste time being awkward around each other and make things worse.”

“I hate you.”

“I’m sure.” Peter grabbed a blanket from his bed and threw it on Sirius, letting it land in a clump on his stomach. “You need to cuddle with something since James is gone,” he said as an explanation. “If you’re not going to go talk to Remus, that is.”

~~~Remus and James and Sirius

“Hey,” James said with a shaky smile.

“Hello,” Remus said, careful to keep his tone neutral. It had been over a day since he’d last seen James, and he wanted to make sure this went well. For some reason, telling Peter that he couldn’t get over any of it had helped immensely. He’d woken up this morning, not feeling bogged down with depression. It still hit him, every once and a while, but it went away after a few minutes and a quick binge eating of the chocolate Peter brought him.

Unfortunately, James took his tone as a negative and winced. “Look, I’m sorry.”

Remus frowned at him, confused. “Why are you sorry?”

“Because I- well, I knew that Sirius told Snape hours before I did anything. I only did something when we saw him on the grounds on the Map, and if I’d acted sooner we could have avoided all of this.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

James paused, taken aback. “Don’t… worry about it? Really? That’s all you have to say?”

Sounding weary, Remus sighed. “What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know. More than that. I thought you’d be angry.”

“Why would I be angry at you?”

“The reasons I just said?” James ventured.

“Those would be good reasons if I was looking for a reason to be angry, which I’m not.”

James just blinked at him. “You’re one of a kind Rem. You know that?”

“If you say so. You can stop feeling guilty now,” he added. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m not sure I could blame you even if you did do something wrong.”

A tentative knock sounded on the Hospital Wing door, and Sirius stuck his head in, voice ashamed. “I don’t know why I just knocked, it seemed like a good idea at the time but now it just feels stupid.” He walked in, close enough that it was obvious he was there to see Remus, but far enough away to make it clear he was nervous.

Remus started chuckling, and it turned into full on laughter that had him clutching his stomach with tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. “You’re such an idiot,” he gasped out, but it was undeniably fond.

“Er, yeah. About that.” He scratched at the back of his head. “I’m really sorry Moons. I don’t--” he swallowed thickly and tried again. “I never would have told Snape anything if I’d known what was going to happen and I just- I feel like an arse because I didn’t want to apologise because I didn’t feel like I’d done anything wrong.” He took a deep breath and continued, in a less severe tone, “And you’re you so clearly you deserved better, but c’mon everyone knows you’re the best person to grace these halls, and you’re certainly the best human I’ve ever been friends with-- sorry James but you know it’s true, no one’s better than Rem.”

Remus shook his head, a faint smile still on his face. “Stop jabbering and give me a hug Padfoot.”

Sirius took half a step forward and then froze. “I don’t- are you sure?”

“Stupid or not you’re one of my best mates, now come here.”

Just as they were hugging, there was a loud click accompanied by a flash. Startled, they both looked at James, who was grinning behind a polaroid camera. He snatched the film as it came out the bottom and started shaking it. “Every moment is precious.”

“You’re a dork,” Remus told him.

“Did you seriously bring that with you to visit?”

“Every. Moment,” he repeated. He looked at the photo and beamed, turning it around so they could see it. Not one of the best pictures they’d ever taken, not by a long shot, but James still declared, “It’s going on the wall.”

“James,” Remus groaned.

~~~The Marauders

Peter was looking at the wall, his head cocked as he studied the newest picture. “I take it the gang’s back together?” he asked while tying his tie.

“Yep,” James said. “Just like the good old days.”

Remus snorted. “We had a fight that lasted for all of two maybe three days. That doesn’t even count as a break up.”

“Exactly,” Sirius said. “This isn’t just like the good old days, this is just like last week! If it were the good old days, we wouldn’t have slept in the same bed, which, in my opinion, makes the good old days much more shitty than the current days.”

“The point is, Wormtail, that the picture of Remus and Sirius is symbolic. Reuniting the band.”

“Again,” Remus chimed in, “we weren’t gone long enough to require being reunited.”

“Does this mean that if we get a better picture of all of us right now we can take this one down?” Peter asked.

“Yes,” Remus and Sirius said immediately, causing James to pout. Sirius pat him on the shoulder and whispered something in his ear that made him cheer up. Peter was very sure he didn’t want to know what had been said.

In various states of dress, they gathered together, pressing their faces cheek to cheek so they would all fit in the frame. As Sirius’s arms were the longest, he took the picture, with his other arm wrapped around James’s shoulders but his hand landing on Peter. Remus was in a similar position on the other side, and all of them were grinning so wide James didn’t even complain when they took the photo from the Hospital Wing down and replaced it with this one.

“I want everyone to know that I’m keeping this picture for posterity,” James announced.

Remus groaned, and Peter grumbled about it. Sirius smiled, leaning in to kiss James’s cheek and say, “Just like the good old days of last week.”

#marauders #fanfic #prongsfoot #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #peter pettigrew #my writing

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racingtoaredlight · 4 years

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RTARL’s 2020 NFL Season Week 3 Extravapalooza

Immediately coming out of Week 2 the national conversation was focused mainly on the fact that my picks went a very respectable 10-5. But, after running out of superlatives to describe my handicapping skills, the discourse shifted in the direction of the absolutely brutal spate of injuries that took place. Saquon Barkley, Nick Bosa, and Courtland Sutton were all lost for the season with torn ACLs, and Christian McCaffery, Brandon Scherff, Jimmy Garoppolo, Drew Lock and a whole bunch of others went down with various tweaks and tears that will keep them out of game action for multiple weeks. That’s a lot of really good players! And Jimmy Garoppolo!

There seemed to be a desire to chalk up a lot of the injuries to a lack of preseason game action, but I’m not smart enough to know if that theory has any merit. Hopefully, it was just a freak occurrence and we won’t see another week like that any time soon. If I can make a bold statement that I’m sure nobody has ever mentioned before: the NFL is a lot more fun when the best players are on the field.

My picks are in BOLD, and the lines come to us courtesy of our friends at Vegas Insider. I use the “VI Consensus” line, which is the line that occurs most frequently across Vegas Insider’s list of sportsbooks. Your sportsbook of choice may offer a different number, and if you’d like my opinion on said number A) you are insane, and B) leave a comment below and I’ll try to answer at some point before things kickoff today.

EARLY GAMES

Los Angeles Rams at Buffalo Bills (-2)

The Bills have looked great in their first two games, no doubt about it. BUT, those two games were against the incomprehensibly shitty Jets and a Dolphins team that I don’t think anyone would call world-beaters. The Rams represent a huge step up in weight class, and I’m not sure how the Bills will handle it. I still love Josh Allen and believe in the Bills in general, but this game might be a little shock to the system for them.

Chicago Bears at Atlanta Falcons (-3)

I’ve read a few takes saying that a trip to Atlanta to play against a ghastly Falcons secondary is going to make Mitchell Trubisky and the Bears offense look much better than they are, but what this pick presupposes is that a meeting with Mitchell will make the Falcons secondary look better than they are.

Washington Football Team at Cleveland Browns (-7)

I know they gave up 30 points last week, but The Football Team’s defense has played really well through two games so far. They mauled the Eagles in a Week 1 victory that saw them sack Carson Wentz 8 times, intercept him twice and hold Philly to 57 rushing yards (3.4 yards per attempt) TOTAL. In Week 2, they held Arizona RB Kenyan Drake in check for the most part (86 total yards, 4.3 per rush) and managed to pick off Kyler Murray once while sacking him three times. Washington was done in by Calimari’s running ability, which is gonna happen to a lot of teams, I reckon. Baker Mayfield is no Kyler Murray when it comes to his wheels, so I’m taking the 7 points.

Tennessee Titans (-2.5) at Minnesota Vikings

Minnesota has looked DREADFUL so far, getting whomped by the Packers and then the Colts. I honestly don’t have a great reason for picking them, other than thinking “they can’t be THIS bad.” If this year has taught us anything, it’s that thinking things can’t get worse is pretty stupid, yet here I am. The only aspect of this game I have any confidence in prediction-wise is in saying that it’ll be the first early game to wrap up. These teams are gonna run, run, and then run some more.

Las Vegas Raiders at New England Patriots (-6.5)

Last week, I once again picked against the Raiders, and they once again made me look stupid by not only covering, but winning outright. So help me if Cam Newton leads New England to an absolute thrashing of this collection of assholes he will immediately become my favorite Patriot ever.

If I wanted to give a non-spite related reason for my pick, I’d mention that Las Vegas will be without rookie WR Henry Ruggs , LB Nick Kwiatkoski and T Trent Brown, and that G Denzelle Good, T Sam Young, TE Darren Waller and RB Josh Jacobs are all Questionable as of this writing. I’m totally picking against them out of spite, though.

San Francisco 49ers (-3) at New York Giants

The Niners were absolutely wrecked by injuries last week, and now they’re playing again on the same turf that they feel took out their comrades. I can’t help but wonder if that’ll be in their heads a little bit, and if there’s anyone who knows the minds of NFL players, it’s a guy who’s never even attended a school at any level that fielded a football team. Nick Mullens is a pretty good backup QB, and it’s not like he’s replacing Russell Wilson, but still. I can’t take an injury-riddled road favorite starting a backup QB. Seats are rapidly opening up on the Daniel Jones bandwagon, but I remain resolute...for now.

Cincinnati Bengals at Philadelphia Eagles (-4)

I’m really torn here, because I am all the way in on The Joe Burrow Experience and want good things for him, but if the Eagles come out looking like an exploded diaper again it’s gonna get really awkward and depressing in Philadelphia, and I can’t handle feeling even more secondhand cringe and despair in these trying times. I’d greatly prefer a middling Eagles season that keeps their fans’ rage at no more than a simmer, and for that to be the case they’re gonna need to win decisively here. Sorry, Joe.

Houston Texans at Pittsburgh Steelers (-4)

After dealing with Daniel Jones in Week 1 and the Drew Lock/Jeff Driskel Combo Meal in Week 2, the Steelers defense will now have to contend with DeShaun Watson. In my expert football-knower opinion, this will be a more difficult challenge for them. Conversely, the Texans started their year with games against the Chiefs and then the Ravens, and while I do think the Steelers are pretty good, they’re a step below those two death squads. In what’s become a running theme in my picks this week, I think a bit of equilibrium is restored and the Texans have somewhat of a get-right game while Pittsburgh gets taken down a peg.

LATE GAMES

Carolina Panthers at Los Angeles Chargers (-6.5)

This is a tough one. Conventional wisdom says 6.5 is a pretty big number for a rookie QB in his second start, though like everyone else I thought Justin Herbert looked more than legit in his debut. The L.A. defense has been fantastic, and they’re plenty good enough to paper over any potential rookie mistakes from their QB.

I’m going with the Chargers less because of them and more because of how poor the Carolina offense has looked so far. Teddy Bridgewater is a great story and I’m glad he got himself a nice contract after his horrific leg injury in Minnesota, but he hasn’t looked like an NFL starter this year. New Panthers OC Joe Brady performed a miracle and gave the LSU Tigers an offense for the ages, so he clearly knows what he’s doing. Maybe the Panthers will get it together as the season goes on, but for this week I don’t see it, especially without all-world RB Christian McCaffery.

New York Jets at Indianapolis Colts (-11.5)

11.5! That’s a large number for a pro game, and it’s terrible that I didn’t have to grapple all that much with laying the points. The Jets have looked historically awful and I feel bad for everyone on their sideline except for Adam Gase and Gregg Williams. Fuck those two. I don’t have a solid read on the Colts quite yet, but I’ve been around long enough to know that a Phillip Rivers-led squad would NEVER blow a layup like this.

Tampa Bay Buccaneers (-6) at Denver Broncos

I get that Tampa Bay is the road team here, but A) there are no fans in the stands, B) Denver has lost several key players to injury and C) they’re starting Jeff Driskel at Quarterback. The Bucs giving less than a TD seems odd to me. Maybe there’s some concern about the altitude affecting Tom Brady’s elderly lungs, or about the possibility of Rob Gronkowski buying thousands of dollars worth of edibles in Denver and mixing them in with the pregame spread. Classic Gronk move, imo.

Detroit Lions at Arizona Cardinals (-5.5)

I don’t see any way the Lions slow down this Cardinals offense, so their only hope is to outscore them. If stud WR Kenny Golladay were healthy I’d like Detroit’s chances a whole lot more, but he’s listed as Questionable with an injured hammy at the moment and on Friday assessed his situation as follows: “Wouldn’t say it’s 100 percent. I really wouldn’t even put a percentage on it, I just know I’m not 100 percent.” That doesn’t sound great to me, but I don’t come from an All Medical family, so I could be wrong.

Dallas Cowboys at Seattle Seahawks (-5)

The formerly formidable Seattle Seahawks secondary has given up 450 passing yards to Matt Ryan, and 397 yards to Cam Newton in their two games this season, while the Cowboys were also carved up by Matty Ice (lol) in their insanely improbable Week 2 win. Both of these passing attacks are fantastic, so this feels like an absolute orgy of touchdowns in the making. This game has the week’s highest over-under at 56.5, so I’m not exactly breaking any new ground with this analysis. That’s really the main hallmark of this blog series, now that I think about it.

SNF: Green Bay Packers at New Orleans Saints (-3)

This game would be a lot more fun if All-Pro WRs Michael Thomas and Davante Adams were suiting up at 100% for their respective teams, but sometimes the Football Gods are dicks. Thomas is OUT with an ankle injury, and as of this writing Adams is being called a game-time decision with a bad hamstring. I’m guessing the game is gonna be more Aaron Jones vs Alvin Kamara than the Aaron Rodgers vs Drew Brees matchup it’s being billed as. That’s still plenty good enough to get me to tune in, as those guys are great in their own right. All things being equal, I trust Aaron Rodgers more to make chicken salad out of chicken shit against the Saints D at this point in time, so I’m giving Green Bay the edge.

Every time Sean Payton takes his 1st ballot Hall of Fame QB off the field in favor of Taysom Hill, an angel gets its oxycodone prescription refilled.

MNF: Kansas City Chiefs at Baltimore Ravens (-3.5)

My feelings on this game can be summed up by one of the great orators of modern times, “The Nature Boy” Ric Flair:

Last Week’s Record: 10-5

Season Record: 19-11-1

#NFL #Football #Gambling

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were-cheetah-stiles · 7 years

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The College Years - Sophomore Year (Chapter 22) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The Roadtrip, Part II”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin & Reader/OFC

Warnings: Fluff, maybe no cursing for once, maybe a littttttle, who actually knows.

Summary: Y/n and Stiles are driving across the country to get back to Beacon Hills to help with whatever has been killing it's population. They stop in Illinois to go to the Oriental Institute at the University of Chicago to see if it could lead anymore clues about what might be terrorizing Beacon Hills.

Chapter Twenty-One - Chapter Twenty-Two - Chapter Twenty-Three

"What's this?" Stiles pointed to a small clay tablet covered in Cuneiform writing. "It says 'Šurpu, Middle Babylonian Period'. What's a Šurpu?"

"I don't know but take a picture of it, we might need it later." You roamed around the room full of ancient Mesopotamian artifacts. You kept being drawn towards a large statue of a human and animal hybrid.

Stiles walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around you. You leaned back against him, and he reached around to kiss your cheek. "You know, it's okay if you're enjoying yourself and you want to take a couple extra hours to just look at everything." Stiles whispered in your ear.

"I know, and I am. I love this stuff so much, although you already know that, since this shit was all I talked about last semester.... I mean, I signed up for History of Ancient Egypt with Dr. Simon in the fall because I enjoyed his Mesopotamian class so much, and I’m so happy we’re here, but you know we have to get back on the road soon." You whispered back at him.

"I know.. I just wish this road trip could be a bit more fun, more like the one that we had planned for August." Stiles lamented, a half frown broke across his face. You nodded, and turned around to hug him. He held you for few moments, and then the footsteps of another museum goer brought the two of you back into reality. You broke off, bashfully smiling at being caught in an intimate moment and began walking away. "So what is this thing? A sphinx?" Stiles said, his voice echoing through the room, causing your head to turn.

You turned back around and stood next to him. "No, the sphinx is more of an Egyptian and Greek thing. This is a lamassu. They usually had the head of a human, and then some sort of combination body of animal parts, usually something with wings and hooves."

"What'd they do?" Stiles asked.

"They were demons in Assyrian culture, but good demons. They usually came in pairs because they would stand guard in entrances, and defend households and palaces from bad demons. People with means in ancient Babylon and Assyria would either paint them on their walls or they would make these massive carvings into the structure of a building or something...” You explained in surprising detail.

“Did you guys go over these a lot in class or something? You know a lot about them off the top of your head.” Stiles was confused but impressed.

You laughed lightly. “No, we covered them in class, but not extensively at all. There's a matching set of them at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in Manhattan, and I used to love them as a little girl. I thought they were so cool looking. So when I got older and got in that class and learned what they actually did... I got kind of obsessed. They’re just really cool... I love them even more now." You smiled, thinking fondly of your childhood memories. "I'm going to try to find the bathroom and then we should go. I'll meet you by the front desk?" You asked.

Stiles nodded and watched you walk off.

"Do you have my keys?" You asked, checking your purse, as you saw Stiles sitting and waiting in the lobby. Stiles dangled your keys in his hand, a new addition resting on them. "What's this?" You smiled.

"I thought we could use some good demon protection. I found them in the gift shop." Stiles showed you the matching lamassu keychains on both of your key rings.

You leaned up to kiss him. "You’re the fucking cutest. I love it. Thank you."

"Anytime, babe. Hey, do you think you can hold my keys or put them in your purse? I hate driving with them in my pocket." Stiles asked. You nodded and shoved them into your sweater pocket.

Stiles wrapped his arm around your shoulders and the two of you walked back to the car.

"Do you think we found anything that helped?" Stiles asked.

"I don't know. It could be something like the Beast of Gévaudan, and that would be found in our Western Civ. books, or it could be something like a... daevas, and that would be in the Mesopotamia stuff."

"What's a daevas?" Stiles asked as he got into the drivers seat of your car.

"It's like a catch-all for 'demon' in the Zoroastrian religion. Anything malevolent that kills and sets you astray from goodness."

"Do you have more about that in your notes?"

"Of course." You said, looking out the window as you passed by the downtown section of Chicago.

Stiles stared at you for a moment. "Ummmm, can you check what your books say?" Stiles asked.

"No... I get car sick when I read in a moving vehicle." You said, shrugging and smiling.

"Great..... just seven hours until we switch then." Stiles said, speeding up. You laughed.

You and Stiles stopped for BBQ in Nebraska and kept driving until you hit Rocky Mountain National Park in Colorado, where Stiles had reserved a campground for the night. You pitched your tent in the darkness and went to sleep.

The two of you woke up the next morning before the sun came up and got back on the road, only stopping for coffee and breakfast. A sixteen hour push to make it back to Beacon Hills before the end of another day.

Around 10pm, Stiles pulled into the driveway of his house. The motorcycles and cars of the Pack members were sitting outside, parked on the street. The light was on in the window of his living room, as was the light outside of his front door. You and Stiles walked into his house and saw everyone gathered around waiting for the two of you. Stiles grabbed your hand, and looked around. He was happy to be home, and happy that the Pack was back together.

"Welcome home." Lydia said genuinely, offering peace.

"So what's the plan?" Scott asked the two of them.

21<- -> 23

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captainswanfairytale · 7 years

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6x21-22 The Final Battle

Well, there were a lot of throwbacks, and a lot of feels, and a surprise ending we all pretty much knew was coming right?

Previously on...is showing clips from the first season, and I'm already emotional.

Fiona made it so that everything wasn't real, all it did was land Emma in the nuthouse for believing in him.

Also Fiona is the mayor and Henry's "mother" in this reality, ohh shit.

"She took you from your wedding to theirs."

Hook waking up with Snowing and Baby Charming and Regina in the EF, in THEIR CASTLE. That just gave me some feels ngl, I always dreamed we'd have them all together there, but of course Emma and Henry are missing.

Fiona suggesting that Emma go back to Boston when she's released, if that day comes, if she burns the book to prove to Henry that she doesn't believe.

They were all able to see Fiona and Emma through the mirror back in the EF. AHHH OMG! THEY'RE SO WORRIED ABOUT HER!

AND ZELENA SHOWS UP! WITH THE MUNCHINS! AND THE MAD HATTERS HAT! WHAT OMG THEY BROUGHT THAT BACK YES THANK YOU!

They use the hat to go into the room with the doors to realms, and Oz is nothing but blackness, and the others are fading, the realms are being destoryed, that's the Black Fairy's plan. OHH SNAP!

All the refugees from the realms in the room. Regina mentions seeing someone from Arendelle, and then Jasmine and Aladdin are there. Hook thinks he knows where to find something to help but Regina wants to do things her way, so of course he sneaks off.

Henry breaking out Emma. OPERATION CUCKOO'S NEST. AHAHAHAHA OMG!

Killian was talking about the beanstalk! He wants to go up the beanstalk again..."Bloody hell, it's taller than I rememebered." Charming followed him and is trying to tell him not to risk making Emma a widow. And Killian tells him he's climbed it before, that it was his and Emma's first adventure. THAT THEY FOUGHT FOR THEIR LOVE AND HE'S NOT GONNA LET IT END THERE. Charming seeing how upset he was and is going with him up the beanstalk, YES I'M CRYING!

Henry trying to get her to remember by taking her to the rooftop, and she does a lil, but then he agrees to help her try and leave...hmmm.

Henry stealing the Storybook from Fiona, and she knows he knows this place is not real.

Fiona just magically pushed Henry down a flight of stairs. WHATTTTTTTTT. ARE YOU EVEN ALLOWED TO DO THAT TO A KID ON TV OMG. I mean I know he doesn't look that little anymore, but still!!!

Fiona faking being upset over Henry's accident to Rumple, haha okay.

Jack and the Beanstalk was always one of my fave fairytales, now we have Charming and Killian very tiny in a very oversized room. Killian saying he should be the one to swing up onto the table, and when Charming aggrees, he's suprised that he's trusting a pirate, Charming says no, his "Son..." and when Killian gives him the eyebrow, the adds, "in law." LOL OMG, AND YESSS, CRIESSSSSSSS, BEST BRO-SON-IN-LAW-OTP EVER. BUT KILLIAN GOT THE BEAN OMG! AND NOW THEY'RE RUNNING FROM A DRAGON!

Emma put the book into the incinorator, just as Charming and Killian are coming down the beanstalk, the darkness is overtaking the EF. As it's buring the book pages are turning and Emma sees the one of Killian, that got her attention, but it's still burning!!!

Charming catching Killian when he was falling, and then he falls anyway!!! And the beanstalk falls with Charming still it, and on top of Killian, who says to Snow..."Hello there, Mummy." Her face, OMG! "There was a wedding." Is Snow's explanation when Jasmine looks confused. David's not there and they need to look for him but Snow tells Killian to take the bean and get to Henry and Emma, YESSSSSSSSS.

EMMA'S BACK AT HER NEW YORK APARTMENT! Which apparently is still hers after 2 years away, lol. Always did love the the script writing on her door.

Emma already gets a call about a bail jumper. And Henry made her a storybook drawn on his own.

Killian taking the bean to Regina, who's upset that she left Snow behind..."She'll find David, she always does." HAHA YES!

Snow found Charming and he wasn't moving or breathing so of course she's gotta kiss him in that state, and of course he wakes up! While the play clips of their first waking up from the curse kiss, awe man these two.

"Snow we're gonna be fine, darkness never wins, it just fools you into thinking it does." AWE

Henry barging into Rumple's shop..."I'm not a customer, I'm your grandson." And Gold as being awake to the curse, again.

Henry asking Gold to help him save his family...OUR FAMILY. YESSSSSS.

Henry wanted Charmings sword, to go against the Dark Fairy himself, Regina was watching and Killian says he's a tough lad, but they need to get further from the curse so they can use the bean and get to Henry and Emma...So Evil Queen is holding them back, nice self sacrifice and atonement moment.

Baby Charming crying as the curse is circling around them all, (what did they do to make that baby cry omg), they are all huddling omg, shit shit shit.

Emma came back, cuz she wants to be the woman that Henry wrote about in his book, EMMA SAYING SHE BELIEVES MADE THE CURSE STOP JUST AS IT WAS GETTING TO THEM IN THE CENTER OF THE CASTLE! AND THEY KNOW THAT MEANS EMMA IS BACK AND BELIEVES! YESSSSS!

Fiona made Belle agoraphobic, SERIOUSLY! SHE DEFINITELY DESERVES BETTER!

Fiona tempting Gold with bringing back Baelfire from the dead, yeah they're trying to fit everything into these last 2 episodes, making sure they don't miss a throwback. Bet they won't mention Graham or Ruby.

Fiona has control of Gideon, and told him to kill Emma, WHOMP, Rumple actually killed Fiona though, damn. Now he's killed both his parents.

BUT NOW EVERYONE REMEMBERS, INCLUDING EMMA! Just in time for Gideon to show up all menacing like to challenge her.

Rumbelle is down in the caves looking for Gideons heart to stop him. She twists her ankle and Rumple has to leave her behind, wtf.

When did Emma stop to put her beanie on when they went outside? Lol. They meet up with everyone in the street, Emma hugs and kisses all over Killian's face.

Regina chooses now to reminisce about the past and how they hated eachother when she first got their and how Emma found a way to make it work, where they were both Henry's mother. And how her Evil Queen saved them all today, having hope that they'll find another way out of this final battle, one where Emma doesn't die.

Rumple is the devil on Gold's shoulder when he finds the heart and needs to make the right choice to save them all. Rumple tries to tell Gideon's heart not to kill Emma, but it didn't work.

"Nobody needs to save me, I'm the savior." Emma giving a big damn speech while being a big damn badass hero. And laying down her sword to die for them all, WHAT NOW!

GIDEON STABS HER AND SHE'S LITERALLY BURSTING OUT LIGHT! WTF!

Henry kneels down and tells Emma he loves her and kisses her on the forehead, so of course it's TLK and he's okay now.

Rumbelle is hugging and all of a sudden Baby!Gideon is back, with Belle's book. THEY GET A REDO! WHATTTTTTT!

Them all standing around the end of the book like...WHAT NOW. And of course Snow is the optimistic one like, we get our happiness, together.

All the realms being restored...Arendelle, Neverland, Wonderland, Agrabah, The Enchanted Forest.

Nice.

The Charmings. Rainboots by the door. They live on a farm. They have a dog.

Emma and Regina walking Henry to school. SUCH EMBARRASSING MOMS. LOL.

Snow teaching, with the bluebird again.

Emma and Killian in the bug, with his Deputy badge on, and them driving off with the siren going.

The Dwarfs fixing Regina's door, instead of "Mayor" it says "Queen.". And Evil Queen got an arrow with a note from Robin.

Rumbelle gets a beauty and the beast dance.

Everybody at Granny's celebrating, including Rumbelle.

Them all sitting at a long made table like THE LAST SUPPER!

And the little girl that was guarding the book in the forest is now on a train bring a new Once Upon a Time storybook to someone else's door...her fathers...a grown HENRY MILLS! Who doesn't remember having a daughter, who looks alot like Violet btw.

SHE SAYS HIS FAMILY NEEDS HIM! AWE MAN! HERE WE GO AGAIN!

#OUAT #Captain Swan #The Charmings #Evil Queen #Disney #OUAT 6x21-22 #IT'S THE END OF THE BOOK #BUT NOT OF THE STORY

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