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drarryruinedme7 · 3 years

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Last year I made a post with all my fave Drarry fics from my first year of fandom. Have my second year wrap up! Listed by Rating and then length.

RATING: TEEN AND UP AUDIENCES

Beautiful by @xx-thedarklord-xx (2017; 8.9k)

Summary: With the second task looming closer, Harry escapes to the Black Lake to open the egg, in the hopes of avoiding Myrtle. The Mersong isn't just helpful in figuring out that Mermaids are real, it attracts his very own handsome Merman.

*I didn’t know I love merpeople AUs until I read this one. It was cute and sweet and I’m really glad I read it.

Hermione Granger's Hogwarts Crammer for Delinquents on the Run by @waspabi (2017; 93.3k)

Summary: 'You're a wizard, Harry' is easier to hear from a half-giant when you're eleven, rather than from some kids on a tube platform when you're seventeen and late for work.

*What can I say. This is a masterpiece, it absolutely entered my heart to never leave it again. Best AU ever!!!

Away Childish Things by @letteredlettered (2018; 153.8k)

Summary: Harry gets de-aged. Malfoy has to help him.

* This has been the turning point of my Drarry passion this year. First, I discovered Lettered (good Lord why hadn’t I before?!) and then, well. This fic brought out so many feelings in me and I’ve already re-read it something like 5 or 6 times in the span of a few months. Amazing.

RATING: MATURE

you’ve got the antidote for me by Kandakicksass (2018; 20.7k)

Summary: When Harry Potter unintentionally severs their soulbond before it can fully form, Draco Malfoy resigns himself to a slow death and decides not to burden Harry with a soulmate he's made it very clear he doesn't want.He's never been selfless before, but for Harry, he can try.

* The angst!! It’s usually not my cuppa, but this was bittersweet and just so well written, I couldn’t stop reading. Find the rec for this one at this post.

RATING: EXPLICIT

Give Me Sweet Oblivion by @tryslora (2012; 4k)

Summary: Italy seems like a long way to go to keep a fetish secret. But the club is exclusive, and the far away location, and Muggle nature, promises anonymity from Wizarding Britain. The only problem is that sometimes, great minds think alike.

*Super hot, I love finding old gems like this one. Plus, Italy. Go, folks!

Shiny Things, Slightly Damaged by @lqtraintracks (2020; 5.3k)

Summary: Harry may not ever have had to see it if McGonagall hadn’t decided it was a good idea to hold a ceremony on the grounds outside before the Sorting in the Hall. And by ‘it’ he’s referring to Draco Malfoy on a motorbike.

*jsklajdksajfa This one! THIS ONE! Slayed me. I read it feverishly and then like, fainted at Draco on a motorbike.... this fic surprised me and I 100% loved it.

A Ghost of Blissful Feelings by @alpha-exodus (2020; 6k)

Summary: Harry hadn't expected to spend his eighth year fucking Draco Malfoy, but it's the only thing that helps him let go.

*Dunno guys, I’m amazed by how much this one hit me. You should read the tags before diving in, but it was darkish in the right way, Harry and Draco suffers and find peace in a ‘’special’’ way, but I stand by it. Hot and intense.

Tell Me (What you Need) by @keyflight790 (2019; 6k)

Summary: Even though Harry was paying for his Dom, there were limits; breaking points in which someone would refuse, no matter how many Galleons were pushed in their direction.

*Okay, I may be biased because this is a gift for me, but Chris never lets down with her amazing writing and this has everything I need and more: Dom!Rentboy!Draco and a perfectly sweet Harry with a Daddy!kink. I mean.

Dangerous by Faith Wood (2014; 6.3k)

Summary: Being trapped in a dungeon with Malfoy — who's a werewolf, a former Death Eater, and a giant git — is definitely dangerous. Harry has no reason to be excited. None at all.

*Y’all know Faith Wood is like my n.1 fave Drarry author. I have no idea why I had never read this one though!!! It’s actually phenomenal, scorching hot and just dsjkafjaks love this werewolf!Draco. OMG.

Scent and Sensibility by aidaninkling (2018; 7.5k)

Summary: [...] Draco's always known he'd be married off as a trophy omega, but suddenly his mother's trying to make him king by promising him to some stupidly good-looking alpha and she just won't stop smiling at him. Does fate's cruelty know no end?!

*This blew my mind. A/B/O AU so hot I melted while reading it and I loved it so much that I re-read it three times IN A ROW. No kidding. Read it.

The Eighth Tale by @letteredlettered (2012; 12k)

Summary: Draco Malfoy tries to fix the past, but instead mucks it up some more. For Harry, it all becomes quite clear.

*Back to Lettered. I love Time Travel fics, and this just delivered perfectly. The ending was also enigmatic enough to keep me wandering, which I always appreciate in these kind of stories.

Sex, Lies and Veritaserum by @letteredlettered (2011; 17.9k)

Summary: This entire fic is one long conversation about sex.

*LOL alright, I’ve developed a new obsession this year (clearly). This was ...gosh! Hot but it also gives away a certain level of intimacy and trust between Draco and Harry to be so open about their kinks... it was perfect.

On One’s Knees by pir8fancier (2008; 33.8k)

Summary: The war is over and to the victors go the spoils.

* The fic which made me fall in love with DownAndOut!Draco.

The Pirate and the Prince by @nerdherderette (2019; 49.2k)

Summary: Draco can't believe that fate and circumstance have made him a stowaway on the Master of Death's ship. He doesn't know what's worse: the dread pirate's legendary vendetta against the aristocracy, or the fact that his captor is the most infuriating yet irrefutably fascinating man Draco has ever met.

*Okay y’all. Nerd is a great person and author. She is phenomenal. And this fic shows it so well. The pirate!AU the Drarry fandom both needed and deserved. Sublime.

Unhook the Stars by jad (2016; 70.5k)

Summary: [...] Seventy-thousand words of pornographic discourse between two boys-turned-men that still haven't learned how to communicate like normal people – with words. Guest appearances by Pansy Parkinson, Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger, Blaise Zabini, Teddy Lupin, Gregory Goyle, the Weird Sisters, ex-wives, several Weasleys, a Boggart, and a Honey Badger.

*Again, Dom!Draco and such a beautiful sub!Harry. They stole my heart. In this fic they grow up together through the aftermath of the war and they just... they have this intense Dom/sub relationship, I can’t... explain how much I loved this. Scorpius also makes his appearance and it’s so real and cute!

Such Great Heights by aideomai (2015; 93.3k)

Summary: Draco Malfoy, wide-eyed and pale and in a decidedly ragged shirt, was crouched next to the pile of whatever the dragon had been eating. Harry threw himself to a halt and yelled, “Merlin, how many times do I have to save your life?”

*This is one of the last ones I’ve read. Find my rec for it here. Such a cool fic, with a shunned Draco who gets to be so happy in the end, it made me happy too.

Burn The Witch by @lettersbyelise (2019; 95.8)

Summary: When Harry Potter is sent in to investigate Draco Malfoy’s successful potions company, posing as Draco’s bodyguard, he doesn’t know the case will launch a series of events that will change his life — and Draco’s. A story about choices, scars, Chopin piano pieces, and finding all kinds of love in the most unexpected places.

*I do not have the words to express what this fic means to me. First of all, it’s how I met Elise who’s an amazing person and who I’m glad to call friend. She’s the sweetest. And also incredibly talented. This fic will take your breath away from the first word to the last one. Smol!Scorpius is perfectly characterised and my absolute favourite bit of the fic.

Who we are in the shadows by @quicksilvermaid (2019; 99.7k)

Summary: What happens when you’re forced to become the very thing you despise? Ex-Auror Harry Potter, tossed out of the Ministry for something he had no control over, has been looking for a way back to his former life. When he comes across Draco Malfoy in the criminal underbelly of Wizarding London and in need of protection, Harry figures bringing him in to face the Ministry's justice is his ticket back to everything he's lost. But nothing is exactly as it seems. Not even Harry himself. And as he gets drawn further and further into Malfoy's world of honour and deception he finds himself questioning everything he thought he knew—about his childhood nemesis, the Ministry job he misses so much, and most of all, about himself. What happens when you’re forced to see that you were wrong?

*Another incredible person who I got to know better thanks to her breathtaking storytelling and her sweetness for sharing it with me. Quick made something amazing with this fic and I urge you to read it. It was my first creature fic ever, first time I read about werewolves and I totally fell in love with it. Sheer perfection.

Freedom to be by @quicksilvermaid (2019; 169.5k)

Summary: Harry Potter is the Boy Who Lived. 12 years after the war, he's become the Boy Who Lived For Everyone Else. He has the perfect wife. The perfect house. The perfect job. The perfect friends. Only nothing feels perfect. Until one day he stumbles across a club called Release and begins a journey of self-discovery that takes him to a very different place.

*Well, could I just miss out on another one of Quick’s great works? With, again, Dom!Draco!??? No, I couldn’t! This is such a great exploration of BDSM and what it means and Harry’s path into it.

19 Years and 5 Minutes Later by TheMightyFlynn (2015; 202.8k)

Summary: Five minutes after his happily-ever-after, Harry finds himself locked in the public loos with an angry Draco Malfoy and a need that he has denied for 19 years.

*Find my rec for this fic here. It’s really long and has Ginny bashing, but it’s totally worth it!!

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jadedxrealityw · 4 years

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-Surprise- Draco Malfoy x Female reader

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Request: Hi bb,, if your requests are open may i pls request for a fic where it’s the reader’s bday and she thought Draco forgot about it but by the end of the day he surprised reader with a lovely dinner where he cooks all the food? Just pls make it super sweet hehe thank u! 🐻💓

Kody- hehehehehe okay okay. Sounds interesting. I’m going to age them up for plot purposes. I also added a lot of extra things, i couldn’t help myself.

Warning: Ginny supremacy, cursing, and Draco being the absolute sweetest.

House: N/A

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eyes fluttering open, you were met with no sign of your fiancé. Which was strange, you expected him to be there since he said he take the day off of work for your birthday. You prop yourself up on the bed and wipe the tiredness from your eyes.

a piece parchment was laid on the edge of the bed in front of you. Grabbing it, you unfolded it and noticed Draco’s handwriting. Reading its contents only made you more confused ‘Hey, love. Sorry i’m not there this morning. I have a early morning today, hope you have a lovely day -Draco’

your mouth twisted into a frown. Had he forgotten your birthday? No, he couldn’t have. He wouldn’t, right? As your mind continue to rationalize, you stood up from the bed and made your way over to your dresser to change out of your night clothes.

you slip on some more comfy house clothes and leave the master bedroom. It was bit lonely being stuck in the house all day, but Draco had insisted he wanted you to stay home. So you were a housewife just without the ring.

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sitting at the table alone and eating breakfast you made felt more lonely than usual. Maybe it’s because it was your birthday. Just as you were about to take another bit, the doorbell rang. You sighed and pushed the chair back, standing up. You walk over to the door and open it.

giving you a bright smile, Hermione waves “Happy birthday Y/n!” she exclaims and pulls you into her embrace. You smile and return it, wrapping your arms around the used to be Gryffindor women. She pulls away and you smile “Thanks, ‘Mione”

she smiles and reaches into her purse, shuffling around before she grabbed a small neatly wrapped present. It was red wrapping paper with a small black bow. “This is for you! I was hoping i’d make it in time before work” she laughs a little as you grab the present.

“You can’t stay?” you asked, a hint of sadness in your tone. Hermione shakes your head sympathetic smile on her face “No sorry, but hey you have Draco to spend the day with right?” she waves before turning on her heels and walking down the path, apparating away.

your smile drops as you slowly close the door. “Right” you repeat her words in a bittersweet way. You look down at your hands at the gift and began to tear at the wrapping paper. Underneath the paper is a small black box, opening revealed a silver necklace with a small dragon. It was beautiful.

you take it out of the box and unclip it. Reaching behind your neck, you clip the necklace on, the cold metal made you shiver slightly. It was a pretty gift and you would write a letter to Hermione thanking her for it later. Draco would of liked it, if only he was here right.

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slipping the black robe over your bare body, you turned off the shower. You slowly walked out the bathroom and made your way down the stairs making a beeline for the kitchen. Harry had gotten you some nice red wine and you figured why not since you were along anyway.

As you poured the wine into the glass you began to feel bitter. Draco hadn’t talked to you all day. No surprise visits during his lunch break, no letters, no nothing. How could he forget about you on your day? You lift the glass to your mouth and take a sip.

“Is the wine good?“ a voice intrudes from behind. You turn quickly and see the one and only Ginny Potter “Ginny? Bloody hell, i have a door for a reason. You cant just apparate here” you narrow your eyes and take another sip. She eyed you up and down before placing a hand on her hip.

“You don’t look like someone who has been showered in affection and you definitely haven’t been getting railed because your still walking ” She points at you, laughing “Tell me about it” you hiss and take another sip. “I thought he’d be here considering he hasn’t been at the ministry all day”

your eyes widened. He what? “but he left a note saying he had an early morning. Are you telling me Draco lied?” you questioned and her eyes go wide as well “Holy shit. That slimy Slytherin did lie. You seriously haven’t seen him all day, like all day?” Ginny asked, walking over to you to lean on the kitchen counter.

you shake your head slowly. Draco lied to you? You felt your heart tug violently. Ginny looked visibly pissed. “Is that bastard cheating?” she said out loud. Your face contorted into one of sadness and distraught. She looked at you and shook her head “oh my merlin! I’m sorry i didn’t mean to say that”

you waved her off and grabbed the bottle of wine, going to take a chug “yeah no we are getting you proper hammered, not whatever this is-” she took the bottle and looked at it, her face twinging in disgust “-what the fuck is this weak shit?” Ginny questions and you shrugged “Harry got it for me”

she rolled her eyes setting the bottle down on the counter “of course he did” she shakes her head slowly. “Anyway, go upstairs and don’t come out until you look somewhat decent” Ginny says and you nod slowly before leaving the kitchen.

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walking down the stairs in boots almost made you trip, but you were okay in the end. As you neared the last steps you saw Ginny sitting on the sofa. You walk down and she spots you in the outfit. “Good. You look great. Let’s bounce ” She stands up and walks over, grabbing your hand.

“where are we going exactly?” you ask. Ginny gives you a wink before apparating with you. You blink a couple times and you were standing outside a bar “Aw makes sense” you nod and the ginger leads you inside.

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you had only finished a bit of your drink when your mind flooded with different thoughts. Was Draco really cheating on you? It would make a bit of sense considering he hadn’t seen you all day and had been a bit distant in the days leading up to your birthday.

you hadn’t noticed the fresh tears rolling down your cheeks until Ginny tapped your shoulder “Hun, are you alright?” she asked, setting her glass of firewhiskey down. You shake your head, standing up from the stool “I just want to go home and sleep” you choke out, wiping a stray tear.

Ginny checks the time on her wand and nods “Yeah okay, lets go” she says and grabs your hand and off you both apparate again. This time outside the Malfoy Manor “Couldn’t you apparate me inside?” you question, turning to face her. Ginny shrugged “Sorry love, anyway Happy birthday” she winks.

you raise a brow and look towards the manor, why are the lights on? You turn to face the ginger, but it seems she already apparated away. You sigh and walk up the door, pushing it open. Your met with a very delicious smell, which makes you super confused.

you pull out your wand thinking someone had broken into your house, too cook? That didn’t make any sense. You slowly crept up to the kitchen and could see a shadow placing stuff on the table. You quickly lept from around the corner and startled the intruder- wait no it was Draco.

“What the bloody hell Y/n! You could of killed me!” he exclaims as he placed the plate on the table. You stood there frozen for a moment before the metaphorical dam broke. “I should’ve killed you Draco Malfoy! How dare you show up this late!”

Draco eyes widened a bit as he opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off. “and don’t even say you were at work, because no one has seen you all day! So if your cheating on me just take your fucking ring and leave!” you shout and pluck the engagement ring off your finger and slam it on the counter.

you look at the counter that had a bottle of wine on it and your eyes slowly trail to the table that wa set with a literal four-course meal spread on it, two glasses of wine and card that said ‘Happy birthday Y/n.’ you snap your head to look at him and see he was a wearing an apron.

it hit you in the head like a train. Oh-. You slowly gulp and slide down the counter until you reach the floor and sit down in shame “This was a surprise wasn’t it?” you ask, not even looking at it and he nods slowly, taking his apron off and setting it on the counter “Spent all day preparing?” you question.

it earns another nod from the pale boy, he grabs your ring off the counter and slowly sits next to you. He hands you your ring and you push it away “Love?” he says, a worried tone present in his voice “i can’t believe i thought you cheated on me, i mean how overly dramatic can i get?”

“I mean- you are engaged to me and i’m the most dramatic person i’ve ever met” Draco jokes, trying to lighten the mood. You snicker, a small smile forming at your lips. He grins and wraps an arm around you “Don’t beat yourself up over this. It’s okay, i most likely would have overreacted more than you did”

you lean onto him as he grabs your hand, slipping your ring on your finger once again. “Alright enough sulking, let’s eat” Draco stands up and pulls you up from the ground, he leads you to your chair and you sit down. He leans down to press a kiss to your temple, making you smile.

“Happy birthday, my love” he whispers before taking a seat next to you. You look at the food, it was all your favorite dishes. He really went all out and it made your heart flutter. “Thank you so much. I really don’t deserve it” you forced out, making the blond boy roll his eyes.

“of course you do. Now hush and eat darling before the food gets cold” he grabs a serving spoon and begins to put food on his plate. When he’s finished you lean over and plant a sweet kiss on his lips. Surprised, he kisses back. You both pull away and you smile warmly “I love you Draco Malfoy”

“As do i, Y/n Malfoy”

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Kody- uh, this took me three days because procrastination is great. I also went like a million different directions with is, eh- i’m not feeling to great about it. Anyways, peace.

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tom-riddle-haunts-me · 3 years

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Finally, the Reader has a little more space ✨

Hope you enjoy,

Abigail 🐍

Warnings: swearing.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Not As Planned

Tom Riddle x Reader

The infamous Dark Lord begins to orchestrate his oh so dreaded return, but while trying to achieve a new, critical pawn's loyalty to him and his cause, things go not as planned.

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4 - Absence

Getting her next day's lessons ready did no use to Y/n. The extra classes provided by her Family during the summer break still vividly played in her mind, and they had covered most of the year's schedule, reason why she had found herself sighing, interest killed by the reading on the potion they were to brew the day after.

Y/n had kept on reading though, just to make sure the words her grandfather had so gently engraved in her head a few months prior were still bleeding in her skull.

Well, they were.

But that was okay, it was perfect, actually.

An Addams could not afford the liberty to start a school year unprepared.

They had to be the best.

She had to be the best.

You had to be the best.

Not only that, you had to be the best of the best.

Hence why in the current time you were answering questions like there was no tomorrow. You'd always end up being almost the only one to participate in the lesson, professors had nothing against it (I mean, maybe Professor McGonagall did, but you still managed to get most of her questions) and your classmates gladly let you take control of the situation.

Well, almost everyone, actually.

There still was him.

Lazarus thatfuckingbitch Malfoy.

He just had to be an asshole and find every single possible way to get on your nerves, sometimes it felt like he simply enjoyed giving you a hard time. Did he want to die that badly? Weren't the Malfoys just cowards naturally inclined to submit to the strongest bidder?

<Yes, Mr Malfoy?>

To hell with him.

You would have liked to say you had no idea why he was looking at you like that while giving the right answer to Professor Sprout, head of the Hufflepuff House and your Herbology teacher, but you actually knew too well that kind of staring.

He was challenging you.

He was looking for a weak spot, a grain of uncertainty, maybe even fear for a possible defeat.

He had no idea who he was trying to mess with.

You smiled, as if encouraging his little, pathetic show, and apparently he gladly reciprocated the gesture with as much fake kindness as yours.

Professor Sprout had granted the students the permission to swear only during that particular class. She had looked kind of excited while explaining them the plant they were to study that day was a very dangerous one, and honestly, after having the said study's subject in front of you, you had understood why. The greenhouse back at your home was actually guarded by Venomous Tentaculas, hence why you were particularly fond of those "little" monsters.

But now all you could hear were screams from Hufflepuffs and muffled snickering coming from your fellow Slytherins, all you could see a very panicked teacher trying to keep her cool and an unidentified student (probably a Slytherin) being tossed around by a green, spiky, excited vine.

High pitched voices kept bouncing loudly in your skull, picking at your brain like little annoying bites, the chaos was driving you out of your mind.

You had always preferred silence.

In a matter of seconds, everything was quiet once again. As if someone had casted a Full Body-Bind Curse on the entire class, the students were now frozen in their steps, some still gaping, others with their eyes shut so tight they threatened to pop into their skull.

Even the teacher was standing still, shock draining the color out of her gentle face.

Malfoy, though, stood there, unmoved, as motionless as a statue, but finally with something you were dying to see hide behind his placid eyes.

Defeat.

<Oh, oh Merlin! G great job Miss Addams, brilliant thinking! Ten, no, twenty points to Slytherin!>

At this point in time, while the trembling Slytherin boy was being accompanied to the Hospital Wing by Professor Sprout, a receded vine lied lifeless in front of the tall, young man you just morally slapped right across his stupid face.

You won.

And everyone knew.

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<Yeah, hahahaha, stupid Malfoy! He has no idea what he got himself into! Right Y/n?>

<You're so talented, bloody hell! I couldn't cast a spell that fast for my own life!>

There they were.

<Out.>

Your silky voice rang in the almost empty Slytherin Common Room, making the little group that had gathered around you vanish like smoke in air.

Flies.

Maybe that was the reason why the Malfoy brat intrigued you to that extent.

He was a challenge, not an easy bet.

The dark-haired Slytherin had stormed out the Greenhouse like a hurricane a couple of hours ago and you hadn't heard from him since then. Next class was canceled due to the teacher's "personal reasons", so the Slytherin and Ravenclaw students were left to themselves with a lot of free time. The clever ones retreated to the Library, to catch up whit the massive amount of work the professors had kindly drowned you all with, the stupid ones were out, bathing in the little sun October was blessing Hogwarts' grounds with. So, moral of the story, you were bored to death. Having reviewed today's lessons yesterday and Malfoy nowhere to be seen, you were left with nothing to do but read. Again. The same books you had already finished at home.

Ugh.

You shut the book close and sighed. It wouldn't work.

As soon as you stood up, you heard other students coming down from their dormitories, so you quickly turned to the Common Room's exit and made your way into the school's busy corridors. You had always been the silent type, the solitary one, and from a certain point of view, you had to. From a young age, your family had taught you to mistrust every person you were to get to know in your life, but honestly speaking it didn't bother you keeping a distance from others. Once alone, you could let your mind wander and go to a different place, far away from Hogwarts, from what you called home. You'd always wondered if a place like that was real, if somewhere in the world you would ever have the chance to allow yourself to relax a little bit, let your guard down and maybe laugh genuinely to the twins stupid pranks.

Speaking of the devil.

<I'm always thinking about you, guys. What do you have for me today?>

As always, they each grabbed you by one of your arms and gently dragged you in a quiet place, unnoticed by curious eyes.

Fred started, as excited as always.

<They'll probably end up protecting something that the participants will have to retrieve. Wicked, right?>

George finished, with a big grin on his face.

There was something special about them, you just couldn't let the thought of the two happy behavior out of your mind. You could say that interacting with them was your secret, little guilty pleasure, but no one had to know, right?

Their laughs and silliness were just contagious.

As the twins answered in unison, you shook your head smiling. A tiny, minuscule but luckily restrained part of yourself wanted to keep the money, just a little more, just to talk to them for a bit, but your Addams self immediately handed the brothers their two galleons with the simplest and most polite smile you had. Next thing you know they're hugging you before sprinting away full speed, as if scared you'd curse them, but giggling cheerfully, as their usual, jolly selves.

What a strange duo.

Your favorite one, though.

Carried by your feet, you headed to the Black Lake without a second thought. Knowing the path by heart meant you had to pay no attention to wherever you were going, therefore you could focus on the newly acquired information. Dragons, mh? Interesting.

Who in the Wizarding World had the magnificent idea of letting seventeen years old students deal with freaking dragons?

Guess your father was right about the Ministry being just an overrated, overly-powerful and overly-paid coven of incompetent clowns.

"What a huge waste of time"

The voice in your head sounded uninterested and almost soulless in your ears, a most accurate reflection of what was repeatedly going on in that beautiful mind of yours. Words echoed undefined in your brain, racing around like brooms gone mad. Nonetheless, they melted in a clear whisper, almost comforting your craved loneliness.

E/c eyes quickly glanced around, immediately spotting the still missing presence of the pale brat, now outstandingly deafening in an eerie, heavy way. Not once you had graced someone witch such attention, and even if in that case it was justified and most certainly not a good thing, it unnerved your usually calm self finding your mind wondering where the heck he was or what the bloody hell he was doing.

Was it something you could do better? Was it a place you knew better?

Whatever was going on between you two, though, did have a name.

It was a game.

The prize? Power.

<No, you tell her!>

First years. Sometimes you forgot you were a prefect, and moments like that made sure to rimind you of your duties. Your thoughts faded into an impending headache and you could do nothing but discreetly massage your temple with one hand, while patiently waiting for the three kids to take some courage and grow the guts to call you.

After ten more, long minutes of arguing, finally the little blonde girl in the middle stepped forward and grabbed you by your robe.

You gently swirled around, letting your uniform slide in a delicate way out of the little creature's hand.

<Yes, my dear?>

<I, uh->

<Yes, he did! We have Potions next, Snape will eat us alive!>

You could almost laugh at the expression the little slytherin girl had on her cute bronze face. Her amber eyes were trying to strangle the two boys with way too explicit effort, and her perfectly tamed hair bounced on her warm cheeks whenever she shook her head from side to side, disappointed in her friends' childish behavior.

Ah, younglings.

Your eyes followed her thin hand, which was now pointing to the stairs.

Not wasting any more time, you turned on your heels and reached the first floor in less than it should have taken. When Peeves locked eyes with you, his ever present grin contorted into pure horror, and in a moment of overwhelming panic he sprinted forward, even faster than usual. You had to follow the poltergeist to the second floor, chasing him through the corridors like a wolf after his bleeding prey.

He knew far too well that if you were to raise your voice, he would've been doomed.

<PEEVES.>

Well, shit.

<Books? Peeves doesn't know wh- >

Oh, how you despised his stupid voice.

You straightened yourself and placed your hands behind your back. Taking a frighteningly stern aura, you rose your chin high, as if silently judging the being in front of you and already sentencing your prey's imminent end.

Memories from the girl's first year flashed before the ghost's disembodied eyes and fear took over him, leading his jester self to drop the books to the ground and fly away as fast as his lifeless body could.

The three text books moved from the cold stone floor and neatly stacked themselves under your eyes' will, just to float up middle air and reach your arms, where they gently let their weight go and settled down.

While turning around, your brain managed to register someone's silhouette slide into the girl's bathroom and given your position, you were morally obligated to check, after all classes were just about to start.

And you would've fulfilled your role, if it weren't for the figure now standing in front of you, a black cloak blocking your vision.

<Addams.>

If it was possible, the corridors fell even more silent, and the man a few feet away from you, right beside the bathroom entrance, brought back to your mind the main reason you were spacing out in the middle of the hall. You locked eyes with the teacher for a never ending minute, a wordless exchange that ended up in the two of you parting your ways in complete silence.

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After returning the books to the now little bundles of joy, you got back to your journey towards the Black Lake, brain still stuck in the second floor's corridor, on the semblance of a person entering the girls bathrooms.

First of all, Professor Snape had seemed to not notice anyone in there. He was standing right in front of the door but not once he looked that way, so whoever entered didn't want to be seen.

Addams shouldn't put their nose into others businesses.

But that definitely smelled like something suspicious.

Very suspicious.

Especially because the glimpse of a shadow you had taken was the one of a guy.

You had finally reached the lake without even realizing it. Sitting under what you had adopted as your own tree, you mindlessly took you Charms text book out of your robes. Your eyes, though, were full of the scene that kept on tormenting your restless mind and millions of questions started blossoming in your head. You began to make assumptions and plans to solve the question as soon as possible, to let your brain go of the itching sensation the odd coincidence had layed on it. Your eyes lost focus, and as the world around you melted into blurred colors, you fell in your little world, only to be suddenly brought back by a familiar, wheezy voice, almost an inaudible hiss.

Your hand automatically shut the book it was holding closed, your mind now empty and focused only on the voice's source.

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leossmoonn · 3 years

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chemistry part fourteen

part thirteen | part fifteen | masterlist

zuko x fem!reader

avatar: the last airbender

includes - you, zuko, suki, katara, toph, sokka, and aang

special appearances by - iroh, azula, appa, and mai

warnings - language, angsty, mentions of sex

“what if they don’t like me?” you asked nervously.

“they, will. azula’s opinion doesn’t matter, and my uncle loves you,” zuko said.

“alright,” you smiled. “i’m ready.”

zuko leaned over and kissed your cheek. “you’ll be great.”

you smiled and stepped out of his car, wrapping your coat around you. zuko and you walked up to his house, holding hands. you had the cupcakes you made in the other hand, and zuko had the gifts you two bought in his other hand. the door opened quickly, revealing iroh.

“hello! come in, come in,” iroh smiled.

“hi, iroh,” you smiled.

“hello, y/n. it is so nice to see you again. i was wondering when my nephew would finally ask you out,” iroh said.

zuko rolled his eyes. “well, i did it.”

“yes, and we’re all happy. hm, you brought cupcakes! you can put those on the kitchen table,” iroh said.

you nodded and left zuko’s side for a moment, going into the kitchen and seeing a few more of zuko’s family members.

“you must be y/n. i’m azula, zuko’s sister.” a pretty, young woman came up to you. she looked so much like zuko; basically a female version.

“hi, it’s nice to meet you,” you smiled and held your hand out. azula shook it, giving you a welcoming smile.

you felt a hand snake around your waist and looked to see zuko standing behind you. you smiled at him, metling into his embrace.

“zuko, you didn’t tell me your girlfriend was so pretty,” azula complimented.

“thank you,” you smiled.

“he could do better,” a mono-toned voice said. it belonged to a girl- zuko’s age. she had black hair, a red dress on, and a cold glare that she directed towards you.

“mai, don’t be so rude,” azula frowned.

“and don’t be so nice, zul,” mai said.

“oh, you’re mai?” you said, your mood dimming a little. “it’s, um, nice to meet you.”

“likewise,” mai gave you a strained smile. she then looked to zuko.

you stiffened as you saw the look she gave him. zuko noticed your reaction and pulled you closer, interlocking hands.

“want to get a drink with me, zuzu?” mai asked.

“nope, i’m good. i’d rather get a drink with y/n,” zuko said.

“ugh, fine. you’ll regret saying no,” mai grimaced, walking away.

“sorry about her, she’s still in love with zuko. if you ask me, you two are cuter together,” azula said.

“thank you,” you smiled gratefully at her.

“yeah, thanks, azula. y/n, wanna go get those drinks?” zuko asked.

“yeah, sure,” you nodded.

you two moved passed azula, exchanging goodbyes.

“so, when did you and mai date?” you asked, grabbing yourself a diet coke.

“in high school. i dated her from sophomore year to half my junior year. so it was about a year and a half relationship,” he explained honestly.

“wow. that’s a long time,” you chuckled.

zuko sensed your anxiety and put his hand on your’s to reassure you. “yeah, but it’s all in the past now. i’m very over it. and plus, i’m with you now.” you smiled at him. “yeah, i know. thank you. have you had other relationships in the past before?”

“yeah, a few. another long-term, a couple short-term. i haven’t been on a date since sophomore year of college, to be honest with you,” zuko said bashfully.

“well, i’ve never had a boyfriend before. well, not an offical one anyways, so i wouldn’t worry,” you smiled

“you not having a boyfriend? i can’t imagine that,” zuko teased.

you blushed and shrugged, “no guys interested me. especially not in high school. all of them are so immature and gross.”

“understandable. i came from a strict family, so i wasn’t too bad,” zuko said.

“that’s not what sokka said,” you grinned.

zuko rolled his eyes. “alright, well, sokka is different. he's all goofy and may have coerced me into pranks, but i was a good kid and student.”

“true. i mean, you are my tutor after all,” you laughed.

“right. right. speaking of tutoring, do you still want to continue?” zuko asked.

“yes! but instead of calling it ‘tutoring’ we can just hang out and you can help me with homework,” you suggested.

“sounds good,” zuko nodded, taking a sip of his beer.

“hey, did you want to play with the vr?” he asked.

“yes!” you exclaimed.

zuko smiled at your enthusiasm. “alright, wanna go in the basement or my room to play?”

“oh, um, wherever,” you shrugged. the thought of you in your boyfriend’s room made you nervous, but filled your stomach with butterflies.

“we can go in the basement,” zuko said.

you nodded. “wait, i want to see your room though.” you knew you didn’t have to go in there and be alone for a long period of time yet, but you at least wanted to see what it looked like.

zuko nodded and took your hand, leading you through the small crowd of people. you went up to stairs and walked to the bedroom that was down the hall.

“i’m going to the bathroom real quick, feel free to look around and stuff,” zuko smiled.

you nodded, watching his retreating figure. you opened his door hesitantly, your nostrils immediately filling with the sweet smell of cinnamon. your eyes immediately went to the bed that sat across from the door and in the middle of the room. his sheets were black with red lines down the middle. his pillows were both black and red, alternating in a pattern. he also had a few stuffed animals laid out on his bed. one of a red dragon, turtle-duck, and a polar bear-dog. he had two, dark-brown coloured nightstands on each side of his bed. on the left one, which was closest to you, was a lamp, a few gum packets, and a few books for school. the right one had a picture frame of him and his mother, him and his sister, one of him and just his mom, and another of him and iroh. across from the right nightstand on the wall, was a black bookshelf. it had 5 shelves with three and a half filled with all sorts of books.

avid reader, i see, you thought.

all around his room he had posters and pictures. the posters were of his favorite bands: AC/DC, greenday, rolling stones, queen, and nirvana. he had some jazz singers, too. like louis armstrong, billie holiday, frank sinatra, and nat king cole.

good music taste, too.

across from the foot of the bed was his desk that had a bunch of papers on there, a clock, and a pencil holder. he had standing lamp next to his desk, too.

“his bed is so comfortable.”

your body stiffened once you heard mai’s dark, monotoned voice. you didn’t look at her, you just kept your eyes trained on his stuffed animals.

“oh, really? how would you know?” you challenged.

“because we’ve had sex there. he’s really good at it, too,” mai said. you could hear the smirk in her voice.

of course that’s the reason why.

“and the jazz music he would play while we cuddled after a few rounds. ugh, so magical. you won't believe the things he can do with that body of his,” mai said.

“oh,” you said, your voice breaking.

mai put her hand on your shoulder, leaning to whisper in your ear. “he's mine, y/n. always have and always will be. he’ll be done with you soon and come running back to me. he always does.”

tears sprung in your eyes and a few ran down your cheeks. you didn’t say anything else, knowing that if you opened your mouth, the only sound that would come out was a sob.

“have fun. ta-ta!” mai said and took her hand off of you. you heard her footsteps walk away, going down the stairs.

you let out a shaky breath, taking out your phone to text katara to take you home. she responded quickly, thankfully, and told you she’d be there in 10.

zuko existed the bathroom, smiling once he saw you in the doorway of his room.

“hey, how do you like the room?” zuko asked.

you took in a deep breath, wiping away your tears harshly. “it’s cool. i really like the posters and the stuffed animals.”

zuko noticed your discomfort. “what’s wrong?” he went in front of you, his heart breaking once he saw that you were crying. “hey, hey, why’re you crying?”

you averted his gaze, shrugging. “nothing, i’m just tired. you mind if i have katara pick me up?”

zuko narrowed his eyes at you. “al-alright. but… why?”

“i just… i got a text from my mom. it's an emergency. i have to go,” you lied.

zuko looked at your face, knowing you were lying. he knew he wouldn't get the truth out of you now, though. so he decided to let you go, let you calm down, then ask you about it in the next few hours.

“yeah, sure. i’m sorry you have to leave,” zuko said, reaching out for your hand gently.

you let him, his touch calming you. “yeah, me, too. walk me out?”

zuko smiled softly, “yeah, sure,”

you two walked down the stairs in silence. you put on your coat, reaching for the doorknob.

“i had fun, thank iroh for inviting me,” you said.

“of course. text me when you get home, okay?” zuko asked.

“will do,” you nodded and exited the house. zuko watched you walk away, sighing.

he looked to his left, catching the eye of mai. she had a malicious smirk on her face, not trying to even hide it. zuko glared at her, putting the pieces together of why you left.

fuck you, mai, he thought.

you got into the car, seeing katara with worried eyes.

“hey, what’s wrong?” she asked.

as soon as you sat down was when the tears starting coming out in hot streaks.

“m-mai,” you sobbed.

katara narrowed her eyes, “that bitch. what did she say?”

“she was talking about how good zuko was at sex. how wonderful their sex was. it was horrible. she also mentioned that he goes back to her all the time. is that true?” you asked.

katara’s eyes widened. “i… why don’t we go back home and get you calmed down first, alright? we have cookies and whiskey.”

you nodded, wiping your eyes. katara drove you home, keeping her hand on your’s for comfort.

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Fyrir Ást

Author’s Notes | I can’t tell you how happy I am to see you reaching this mark! May the gods keep blessing you with this incredible talent and allowing us to bask in your stories! Congratulations one more time! Universe | Vikings Pairing | No pair Info | Viking Age AU, Fixing Plot AU, produced for @waiting4inspiration’s 9k Multiple of 3 Challenge | Prompt nº 12 | “Fyrir ást” means “For Love” in Icelandic Words | 1266 ⁑ Warnings: ANGST, mentions of blood, wounds and pain. Some cursing.

The candles of your house were creating a middle light that enlightened the icy blue of his worried eyes over his feverish older brother on your bed. Two sons of Ragnar Loðbrók in your cabin - Thank the Gods you decided to keep yourself away from the center of the town or your place would certainly become a center of visitation for the next days. Thank the gods as well you had known Hvitserk at the time of their invasion to York, learned of their gods, and converted through your conversations with him at that time, when he was lost and sad by his older brother's departure, searching for his way he, sometimes, found into your arms. After he left, you thought you would never see Hvitserk Ragnarsson once again. But there he was, lying unconscious on your bed with his forehead covered in sweat and that infected wound on his chest, uncared by his own stupidity.

Or maybe by his unconditional love for his little brother so full of concern by his side now. Who would say Ivar the Boneless would grow into a man so fond of his brother like that? The same man that used to mock Hvitserk's dedication and loyalty was now there, suffering for what his brother had just done.

For him...

"How's your leg, Ivar?" you asked, probably breaking his line of thoughts since he looked at you surprised by your very existence by his side.

He was so out of himself...

"It's not important, woman. Hvitserk... When will he wake up?" he asked again.

The fiftieth time he was asking the same question.

"As I said the last forty-nine times, Ivar. He'll wake up when I manage to lower his temperature."

"Then do it!" he charged, causing you to sigh.

Still the same spoiled commander. But with way better reasons to be like that.

"Calm down, Ragnarsson. Your brother won't die," you granted, touching his shoulder.

"Why did he do this? Fuck, Hvitserk! Why did you do this, you idiot!" he cursed.

And you could bet he was holding back some tears behind those stupidly blue eyes.

Ivar's disease was way triggered. His eyes' whites were almost completely blue and you knew that broken leg wasn't unnatural in spite of the inhuman form it was twisted when they arrived.

If you had understood it right from what Ivar told you, they were in a battle against king Alfred closer to the Royal Villa when that happened. His body was weak, but Ivar insisted on advancing with the incursion because they had the advantage from the terrain. Hvitserk had warned him, but it wasn't enough for Ivar to listen and one of his legs couldn't handle his weight not even with the help of his braces. It broke into pieces throwing Ivar on the ground with a loud scream of terrible pain, leaving him at the mercy of the Saxons beside him, one of them ready to sink his sword through Ivar's chest and cease their major reason to fear the Norsemen's threats.

A strike that never came. Hvitserk came like a wild wolf, attacking the Saxons and protecting his fallen brother with fierceness Ivar said he'd never seen before. At the moment, in awe, Ivar said he wasn't able to see when his brother was wounded by a Saxon blade, but Hvitserk was quick in denying there was any kind of problem with him.

"I'm fine, he said. Hold on tight," Ivar narrated, telling you how his brother proceeded to carry him out of the battlefield on his own back, hiding in the woods to avoid being persecuted, walking away from the battle spot where his army was being defeated. "We fled like dogs," Ivar grunted, but as he said, at the end of the day, Hvitserk had a campfire placed, his leg tied to an improvised immobilizer his brother did out of his broken braces' pieces and two fat fishes Hvitserk had fished for them to eat.

"Hvitserk forced me to sleep," you remember him telling you. He prioritized his little brother over his own needs. And he carried Ivar all the way towards York. All the way towards your house where he knew you could care for his brother's wound.

"All the way through, always telling me nothing was wrong with his little grunts, nothing was wrong with his paleness. I'm tired, Ivar. You're heavy. Shut up, Ivar. Go to sleep. This bastard! Stupid moron! He was lying to me!"

Hvitserk knew he couldn't stop to care for his own wound. He didn't have the proper materials and the herbs he found were all for his brother's pain. Hvitserk knew if he had told Ivar he was wounded, his little brother wouldn't allow him to carry him through all the way, and without his crutch Ivar had lost at the battlefield, they would've never arrived at your home on time for Hvitserk's wound to still be treatable.

When they arrived at your door, Hvitserk was barely standing with his brother on his back and as soon as he had Ivar properly sat on a chair, safe from any damage, he fell on your ground, lying flat and feverish, unconscious but sure you would fulfill his last ask before fainting.

"Take care of Ivar... I know you know how."

You were a Saxon nurse before knowing his people. You had learned from his healers and became one yourself. Hvitserk had fought that whole way to bring his little brother into the safety of experienced hands that could help him with his condition. You knew why Hvitserk had done that.

You knew why he had lied more and more about his own wound, pretending nothing was wrong until his last strength.

You approached the laid prince, exchanging the cloth on his forehead for a new one with fresh water to lower his temperature, listening as Hvitserk grunted low, going back into his deep sleep. The wound - a cut in his chest - was now bandaged after you had scraped the dead flesh, got rid of the infected tissue, and covered it with an herbal paste that finished the smell of burned rotten flesh from the elder prince's body. Your fingers caressed the prince's loose hair, sighing.

Answering without looking at Ivar's face, maybe to give him space for the tears you knew he wasn't able to control and keep from falling.

"He did it out of love, Ivar," you said. "He did it because he loves you. Because he could stand all this pain, but he couldn't stand the idea of losing you or leaving you behind."

"He's stupid!" Ivar grunted.

The obvious knot in his throat hidden behind the hoarse voice.

"What would I do if he died, uh? What would I do without him?"

The angry voice of the younger prince became meeker. And you knew there wasn't any anger in those sentences at all.

"What would I do without you, brother?"

You held your smile into a slight curve. Hvitserk who had so long mourned his older brother's love on your shoulders, thinking he had abandoned the only one who had ever loved him; who would ever do it.

"What would I do without you?"

Hvitserk found love. And you were glad, somehow, to see he wasn't alone like he thought he would always be.

"You'll be fine, son of Ragnar," you got up, daring to caress Ivar's worried expression like once you dared to touch his older brother's crying face. "Both of you will."

You would care for them. And they would be alright.

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anxiouslyfred · 3 years

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Blackberry Delivery Service

Summary: Where soulmates get plants that reflect what is done to each of them at unpredictable time of their lives, schools teach it’s about maturity. Virgil has known this is wrong since he got his plant at the young age of 8.

Remus never learns this before the night everything goes wrong gets followed by a day out of Roman’s daydreams.

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Nobody had figured out yet how the delivery service worked. There were classes in schools covering the history of soulmates and the plants connected to them which could go over how when people roamed the lands or lived in small villages and tribes they'd be drawn to the plants when they were ready for it. That still happened in a lot of the indigenous cultures, where spending time among nature was a larger part of their way of life.

For the people in cities though a delivery service had opened with the advent of a postal service. When a person became ready to care for their plant it would be delivered at a time they were alone at home and then the van would disappear for somewhere else. No base was known of for the Soulmate plants delivery, nor any greenhouses and plenty of legends surrounded the vans but nothing could get confirmed.

Virgil had read everything he could about them regardless. Originally it was dreaming that he'd get his plant one day and learn how he can find his soulmate with it. Receiving it when he was just 8 years old had grown the interest into the reasons people claimed they got their plants.

What schools taught was that if you are mature enough to care for someone, or something, living other than yourself and put their needs on the same level as your own then the plant would be delivered. The forums and multitudes of orphanages and care homes gave out different lessons, leaflets filled with personal stories about people getting their plant so they had something to look forward to, a reassurance there was somebody out their for them.

That was why Virgil received his plant. His parents had busy jobs and rarely spared a thought for their son, so long as he was fed, clean and his clothes were the good quality expected of reasonably wealthy parents. He'd gotten lonely and used to being ignored, or a second thought to everyone but the blackberry bust he received was a promise that wouldn't continue forever.

And that was how he continued on, looking after the plant and trying its best to help it grow. The thorns were longer than a normal blackberry bush and grew in a higher number but the berries were a wonderful balanced of sweet and tangy. It was soon Virgil's favourite treat, as long as the berries came from his soulmate plant. If only he could tell his soulmate was looking after theirs as well, but nothing changed except what Virgil did to the plant.

/Years Later for Remus\

It had taken far too long for Remus to save up the money for his own flat. Still, 10 times fired is 20 people he knows can't accept who he is, and he could finally move out from Roman's apartment.

He'd thought there could be a celebration, him and his brother having a game night or something to mark the achievement. Sure Remus would have liked to do more than that, go to a bar, or maybe bowling and see how many innuendos and dirty jokes he could make around it, but with Roman back in rehearsals a night in, getting him settled into the flat would have been nice.

Instead they argued, Remus hurt over the dismissal Roman gave. “I can't just fritter away hours with you. This could be a big break for me if it gets the presses attention so I have to be responsible for my time.”

“It's one night, Ro. One night to get that stick out of your arse, loosen up and just be silly again. Fuck, we could find an adventure on a hike and play dragons and princes again like we used to. Toast the fact I'm making it on my own now.” Remus had pleaded, just needing something to mark the change.

“Yeah and then in a month, possibly two, you'll be asking for an adventure or night out to celebrate you moving straight back in.” Roman scoffed, dismissing the idea and Remus's long standing dream of independence in one sentence.

Remus had slammed the door to his flat open then. He'd made the offer when they finished moving all his stuff over to the apartment and there was something darkly satisfying that he could now actually kick Roman out now. “Fuck you, Get the hell out of here! You've watched how fucking hard I've worked to get this and now you think I'm going to throw it all away for what?” He made no attempt to keep his voice down, too hurt and angry to care.

“Yeah, cause you're so mature. You haven't even received a plant to look after yet.” Roman had started to protest but as soon as Remus's missing plant was mentioned he was getting manhandled out of the door.

“I'm blocking you everywhere. I fucking trusted you!” Remus screamed, throwing cushions from the sofa at the door as soon as he'd slammed it shut, locking it behind Roman.

Remus had tried. He'd done everything he could think of to be mature enough to get that soulmate plant, but it still hadn't been delivered. Every day he hoped that perhaps finally it would come; that whatever spirits created and delivered the plants would finally realise he was ready for the soulmate plant.

He'd even kept a garden on the balcony at Roman's house. That was Remus's space and he'd kept it alive, thriving even. Every plant he'd had there had now found a place on window sills around the apartment, as specified to their requirements as Remus could manage.

For Roman to have thrown his missing soulmate plant back at him was too far, and his brother should have known that. It had turned the first night in his apartment which Remus had been so excited to finally afford from being a celebration to one of near destruction.

Remus had agreed with fix and redecorate the apartment for a reduced rent so he decided to move the screaming in his brain to chipping the cracked tiling away from the walls of the bathroom. The landlord had offered it when learning he was a joiner after his most recent building course. With every strike he wished it was a stem he could yank away from Roman's lavender bush, make him realise just how it felt to be missing something everyone insisted was important.

Mud, plants and carpentry could only get Remus so far until he was collapsing onto his new bed, and the tears came.

A new home, but an even lonelier life than before now he couldn't face the last person to try and stick with him again.

/A New Day Comes\

Remus thought the knock on his door must be Roman, trying to apologise or just explain himself. There were always more explanations from Roman than spoken apologies. The apology was shown in his behaviour and the time he cut himself off.

He definitely didn't expect the knock to be a blackberry bush and a van driving out of sight.

An apartment with no balcony or attached garden was probably the worst possible place Remus could try to grow blackberries, but he didn't have much choice, not over what his soulmate plant was, or where it could grow. There was at least a large window in his bedroom that he could find space for it in.

Remus gave it a small smile as he carried it through, leaving it at the foot of his bed for a moment. “Well I guess you were finally ready to come to me then. You just wait here while I shift some of your new friends around to give you a nice spot to rest in.” He says, stroking the leaves lightly before turning away.

“This isn't the ideal space for you, I know, but it's what I have and what's mine is yours, Buddy. Well for you and all my other plant friends of course. I don't care if your connected to my soulmate, these guys get all my love just as much as you do.” Remus was rambling, still mostly talking to the blackberry bush but nuzzling into the other plants he had as they were moved, some closer together and a couple taken to one of the other windowsills.

“I'm no more mature than I was yesterday so it seems like the teachers were just saying more bullshit to us all. Wonder why you're actually here though. Unless it's because I'm completely alone in the world now, and this is all just a complete scam. What makes me being completely alone the trigger when Roman got his years ago after a night moping that he's never be someone's hero?” They'd still been living with their parents when that happened, but now Remus was focused on being lied to by schools.

He shook his head, moving the bush to the new spot. “Maybe I should have tried mixing those chemicals in science labs given everything else they've lied over. I bet it wouldn't have caused anything fun to happen anyway. Now Buddy, you need a frame or some support to hook onto and then I want to start checking online if there are any people around caring for blackberry bushes. If my soulmate already has you then I'm gonna be telling them off for not caring for you properly. Lack of gardening knowledge does not mean you're unable to research a singular plant.”

Remus fell to humming as he started rooting through the boxes that hadn't yet been unpacked for his gardening supplies. He'd need to trim the bush a bit and get it tied onto a frame. There was plenty of time before he had work to get that done.

/Over to Virgil\

After growing up with his blackberry bush, Virgil never expected anything to change with it. He wasn't sure if that was because his soulmate was content to let him look after it or if they just hadn't received their plant yet.

This morning was proving they probably hadn't received it until now and were very knowledgable about how to look after their plants. Virgil had watched as the canes were cut, thorns trimmed away in the busier areas of the bush and then as a frame appeared in the pot, stalks being tied to it from the bottom upwards.

It had been a relaxing if confusing scene to watch but Virgil hadn't wanted to look away. There was evidence he had a soulmate and apparently one who's a very avid gardener.

Part of him wanted to cheer, to dance around his home screaming for joy. He had a soulmate out there, and now their plants were more identifiable than the wild growth that was all Virgil understood enough to achieve. There was a chance he could one day find someone who wouldn't just be talking to him for his family name, or in the hopes of getting a higher role in his mother's business.

It just made Virgil want to go out and start actually trying to find whomever they were, but what if they were annoyed that he hadn't taken better care of their plant? What if they had their life all put together and only cared about the plant because soulmates were meant to be important to them and he'd just disappoint them?

There were hundreds of what if questions that Virgil was now coming up with, stilling his hands as he went to search the 'match my plant' websites there were.

Instead he just double checked his Blackberry bush was watered enough and drew a V in the soil, washing his hands before finally heading into the restaurant his parents wanted checking on today. They'd decided Virgil should have a role as site inspector for the restaurants while they were refurbished or put together for a new site opening at some point and Virgil didn't mind the role. It gave him the chance to meet normal people in the builders, electricians and other skilled jobs as well as avoid special treatment from the restaurants staff since most of the time they'd never meet him officially.

Today the site was having fitted counters installed as well as the tables secured for the private booths. Virgil would really just be checking everything looked right and hoping to avoid chatting to the joiner for too long.

“Hey there, Are you the boss man for the site?” There was a man in fluorescent overalls trying to peer through the windows of the restaurant, knocking on them as Virgil walked up to it.

Most of the builders had been given the morning off so they didn't get in the way but the actions of the man had Virgil checking the time and realising he'd set off late after watching his plant get looked after. “Yep, that's me. Sorry I ran a little late. It seems like my soulmate has gotten their plant and was doing a lot of gardening for it this morning. I got distracted watching it.” The explanation was far more than the joiner needed to know, but it felt deserved given Virgil was late.

“Cool thing, Patches. I got mine this morning too. Must be a busy day for the delivery guys. You planning on letting us in or should I break a window and replace it on my way out?” The man had walked back to the van that was parked on the pavement in front of the restaurant as he spoke, but leaned back to wink at Virgil when he suggested the vandalism.

Virgil shook his head, snorting a little at the idea. It didn't seem serious so he wasn't going to treat it as such. “First, I'm gonna need to see some ID, preferably your traders license. Can't just trust people who ask if I run the building without introducing themselves at all.” He did pull the keys out of his pocket though, waiting beside the door as the other bounced back over.

“Well, I'm Remus, here's my card, call me whenever for whatever cause a body like yours I ain't gonna refuse.” Remus definitely checked Virgil out as he spoke but still handed over his license, a business card behind it that Virgil pocketed.

Unlocking the door, he shook his head again. “I'm Virgil and will need to call the company doing the rest of this place to complain about the state they've left it in. Sorry it seems to be chaos. I did order them to leave it clear yesterday but apparently my instructions were ignored.”

Remus didn't seem to care, already carrying various boards and his toolkit, just making large steps over any equipment or items left in his way. “I got a blackberry bush this morning. You said you thought your soulmate had got theirs today too so what's yours?”

“Oh, yeah, same. It's blackberries too. I've been scared that I'll hurt it if I do anything though so have mostly left it to grow its own way once I got a mini greenhouse to look after it in.” Virgil agreed, pulling his phone out, and falling into mumbles over how to make the call.

It was only moments later when Virgil looked up to actually double check the number, ever doubting his phone had saved it correctly, that he realised Remus had frozen and started watching him, large siding board still balanced on his shoulder. “Did I say something wrong? Is there something I need to raise as a big issue to like health and safety that I've missed?” He asked.

Remus bounced between his feet for a moment, almost falling before he remembered the siding and leant it against the wall. “No Dude, but like, does your plant look something like this now?” He pulled his phone out while speaking, flicking through a few screens before showing a picture of Virgil's blackberry bush, except it was surrounded by dozens of other plants on a windowsill that was in dire need of fresh paint and probably new frames all together.

“That's – That is my plant! Even down to the frame that appeared!” Virgil exclaimed, almost snatching the phone away to look closer at the picture. “I watched everything getting trimmed and tied onto the frame this morning.” He muttered, all thoughts of scolding the builders leaving his mind in the moment.

“So you're my soulmate then?” Remus asked after a minute of waiting for that connection to be made.

Virgil didn't think his eyes could get any wider or that he could be any more shocked than he already was, but that sentence would have managed it. “Well, must be, this is my plant so yeah.” He nodded frantically through the explanation.

He was a bit confused when Remus's expression darkened to a scowl. “This entire soulmate thing is fucked up. Nothing against you but is this stupid damnable universe telling me I had to go through losing or falling out with everyone I know only to get my plant and meet my soulmate on the same fucking day? It's ridiculous and stupid. If it wanted to pull this fairytale bullshit with anyone it should have been with Roman. This feels like he's fucking writing the story of my day just to spite me after throwing everything I've been trying to do back in my face yesterday.” The rant had Virgil backing away a little, sitting down on one of the benches as Remus carried on.

“I did every fucking thing I could to be whatever stupid ideal of mature this world wants before letting people have their plants for years! I scraped through course after course, job after job just trying to find one which I could make a career out of, earn enough to get even a ratty apartment I need to fix up for the landlord and then have the universe fucking telling me to speed run the entire process. Not just, hey Remus, you can finally have the soulmate plant to look after since you've been looking after your hundred plant babies so well, but hey Remus, you brother is a fucking bastard so you're all alone but here's a plant and hey, here's your entire fucking soulmate too.” Remus was screaming at the walls, the ceiling, anywhere that wasn't Virgil, looking like he was two steps from destroying the next thing he looked at closer to ground level.

Virgil usually felt panicked by watching displays of anger like this in real people. He'd usually do everything he can to get out of that situation but instead he just listened and waited, learning more from the rant than he'd expected to.

The yelling must have been audible from outside or something because there was soon a knock on the window of the restaurant, although Remus didn't seem to hear it. He did notice when Virgil stood though, falling quiet to watch him as though expecting him to say something.

With a gesture to the door Virgil went to open it, only to blink as someone almost identical to Remus stood on the opposite side, holding what he guessed might have been a peppermint plant. “Hi, um, sorry if I can't do this, but Remus hasn't been answering my calls and had mentioned doing some work here today. Is he still around?” The man asked, shifting to try and see further into the store.

“Who are you, first? And what's with the plant?” Virgil held a hand up to keep them outside, raising an eyebrow at their discomfort.

“His brother, Roman. I said something I really shouldn't have and have come to beg for forgiveness. The plant is part of my apology.” With that explanation, especially following the rant he'd just heard Virgil held one finger up before shutting the door in his face.

Remus seemed to have started getting his work tools out now his rant had been cut off when Virgil sat down again. “So that was some rant you had there and given I've had my blackberry bush since I was 8, I might be able to explain what actually seems to be the time the plants come to us. Before that though, are you going to start screaming again if I say there's someone at the door holding a plant and asking if you're here so they can beg for forgiveness?” He explained, watching as Remus turned to him and then deflated.

“He literally said I wouldn't last more than a couple months in my new apartment before having to live with him again, threw the fact I hadn't got my plant yet in my face last night and is now trying to apologise with a fucking plant?” Remus muttered, but sighed as he stood up.

Roman was let in silently and he seemed to watch Remus as if expecting something to be said first. Remus was watching his brother just as carefully, before glancing over to Virgil.

“Seriously. Are we sure the universe hasn't stolen one of Roman's stories and decided to dump me into it?” He asked, taking the peppermint from Roman and placing it in front of the window.

“I have literally known Roman for all of 2 seconds so have no clue what those stories might be like to say.” Virgil pointed out, knowing his expression was probably reflecting how crazy he found the question to be.

Remus rolled his eye, “I see no prostrating yourself on the floor to beg for forgiveness. This apology so far sucks worse than Mrs PeePee's apple sorbet.” He glanced over to Roman who was looking between them confused.

“Yes, of course dear Brother, except there isn't exactly space on the floor for that to be possible. I spoke entirely out of turn yesterday and should have never even considered speaking to you the way I have done. You have my deepest apologies and I swear that I will do everything I can to help make it up to you. In fact I would be honoured if tonight you'd accompany to the indoor mini golf course that's opening on the edge of town. It's rainforest themed and I hear rumours they've included a swamp area.” Roman bowed as he was speaking, actually glancing around to see if it was safe for him to kneel.

Virgil couldn't help snickering at it though, and Remus was soon to join in the laughter. “Let's all go actually. I need to know if this idiot is entertaining beyond cheap jokes and loud rants to tell the universe off.” Virgil agreed, before glancing at the sideboard and the time. There was still a couple of hours before the rest of the builders should arrive, hopefully enough time for Remus to do some of the work he was actually here for.

“Sure, you're forgiven and I think the universe has done pretty much everything I would have asked you to do or try to do already.” Remus agreed, jumping over a few things back to where he would be fitting the counters. “By the way, this is my soulmate and I got a blackberry bush this morning. Only figured that it was the same as his like 10 minutes before you got here.”

“Was that what the screaming was about? I thought someone was injured?” Roman asked, moving to the bench when Virgil shrugged and patted it.

Virgil snorted. “Yeah, Remus has a few things to say to whatever does soulmates about how today has gone for him. Not sure the universe listens to people screaming in restaurants-to-be though.”

Eventually Virgil would get Roman to share one of the stories Remus had kept referencing and had to agree: The day they met really did seem to come out of Roman's imagination.

#dukexiety #soulmate au #virgil sanders #remus sanders #creativitwins #roman sanders

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Debrief

Part 7 of the Dragon of the Yuyan

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…the thunder of crashing boulders…

…Hwan’s green eyes, wide with terror, framed by a Fire Nation Infantry helmet…

…the heat of the fires, bathing his face with the stench of burning hair and flesh…

…Father’s voice, sneering “suffering will be your teacher”…

The shriek of terror and remembered pain is strangled in his throat as Zuko snaps awake, drenched in cold sweat and panting like he’s been tree-running for an entire day. The Yuyan dorm is dark and quiet, everyone is still asleep, and Zuko simply lies in his bunk and breathes.

It’s been a week since Chihese and Haili Squads returned from Huzhen, two weeks since the battle (slaughter) itself, and Zuko has had nightmares every night. Every time he closes his eyes to sleep, he sees the captive earthbenders dressed in Fire Nation uniforms as they’re buried by their own countrymen, feels the fire thrown by the Third Infantry Corps as they overwhelm the tiny Earth Kingdom company… feels his face burn as Ozai caresses him with flames.

He wants to climb into Kai’s bunk, like he has every time he had a nightmare or a major panic attack in the last almost two years. But he’s turning sixteen in two months, he’s no longer a child, and hasn’t been since he was discarded in the Earth Kingdom wilderness like an unruly and unwanted house pet. He can’t go running to his best friend every time he has a bad dream anymore. They barely fit on the same bunk anymore, anyway—Kai has always been tall and lanky, but at the age of twenty has topped out at six feet and gained the shoulders to match. Zuko himself has shot up to nearly 5’6” and gotten his shoulders early, much to Kai’s chagrin. If Zuko tries to sneak into Kai’s bunk, one of them is going to end up on the floor.

No, he's not a kid anymore. He can deal.

He slips out of his bunk and silently works his way through the Stronghold to the komodo-rhino stables. The stables are quiet but for the sounds of the rhinos shifting and breathing in their sleep, and Zuko silently scales the building to perch on the roof, facing the east.He's exhausted, but he never goes back to sleep after one of these nightmares. If he's lucky, he'll only have a couple of hours before he'd wake up naturally from the sunrise, but tonight's not a lucky night––there's several hours between now and dawn. He sighs, and settles himself to meditate, feeling his inner flame race through his chi paths and chase away the chill of the mountain night.

His thoughts refuse to settle, though. They race around his skull like trapped rats:

How could Hanzou do something so horrible?

It was an excellent strategy.

It was cruel!

They were going to be executed or imprisoned anyway.

It was dishonorable!

There is no honor in war.

Then maybe the war should end.

Zuko opens his eyes with a gasp. End the war? The war was meant to bring the Fire Nation’s light to the world, to demonstrate their superiority to the other Nations.

How in the depths of Koh’s lair does murdering an entire squad of captured prisoners in cold blood make the Fire Nation in any way superior?

But that’s treason, to think like that. Zuko has given up on attempting to feel anything other than fear and contempt for Ozai, has given up believing in the power of his royal blood after being so very thoroughly disowned by his father and Fire Lord, but he is still a citizen of the Fire Nation, a loyal one.

But… how can he claim loyalty to a nation that commits crimes against other humans in the name of spreading greatness? He has no doubt that Ozai will reward Lieutenant General Hanzou handsomely for his actions at Huzhen—the Fire Lord has demonstrated repeatedly that he cares little for his own people, let alone helpless enemy prisoners of war, and will commend Hanzou for his creativity in solving two problems in such a simple action. This will encourage (has encouraged, Zuko can never forget his failure to prevent the death of the 41st) other generals to try equally ruthless tactics to earn the Fire Lord’s favor for themselves, perpetuating his bloodlust all over the world. Ozai has turned Sozin’s admittedly megalomaniacal dream of spreading Fire Nation greatness into a nightmare of fire and death for the other nations, and has turned the Fire Nation into exactly the kind of savages his people are taught to believe the other nations are.

This war has to end, and it can’t end with a Fire Nation victory. If that makes him a traitor to the Fire Nation, then so be it, but he would rather save his nation’s soul than perpetuate its cruelties. He doesn’t know how he’ll do it, but there’s got to be some way to end the fighting, end the war, without the complete destruction of one side or the other.

Uncle Iroh had come back from the Siege of Ba Sing Se with an urn containing the ashes of Cousin Lu Ten’s body and a quiet but powerful belief in the importance of balance. In oneself, in one’s life, and in the world itself. Zuko had thought the old man had gone a little nuts from the trauma of losing Lu Ten, but now… now he can kind of see what his uncle was talking about. It makes Zuko wonder if Uncle, too, saw how the Fire Nation was destroying itself as its leaders destroyed the world.

He can’t let it continue.

Terrified green eyes wide in a pallid face framed by a Fire Nation Infantry helmet…

A shoe scuffs almost silently on the roof, and Commander Toshiaki steps out of the darkness and settles himself a polite distance from Zuko.

Zuko’s nerves buzz and he has to consciously keep himself from tensing up. Damn his luck. The moment he makes the conscious decision to commit treason against the Fire Nation, and who shows up but his Agni-damned commanding officer.

The Commander softly snaps his fingers, and Zuko automatically gives him his attention.

It’s not uncommon for soldiers to have trouble sleeping after their first taste of combat, he signs, slow and easy, his expression serene.

Zuko grits his teeth. That wasn’t combat, Commander, he replies, signs sharp. That was a slaughter.

He fully expects to be reprimanded, but the Commander merely bows his head in concession.

I agree.

Zuko watches in mild shock as the Commander continues.

What happened at Huzhen was a tragedy and should never have happened, he signs. What happened to the 41st Division was a tragedy and should never have happened. The Siege of Ba Sing Se, the predations of the Southern Raiders, the attack on the Northern Water Tribe, the destruction of Taka… the genocide of the Air Nomads. All tragedies, none of which should have ever happened.

Zuko watches as his superior hesitates, just for a split second, completely invisible to a civilian's eye but as obvious and shocking as lightning.

Your farce of an Agni Kai was a tragedy, and should never have happened, Commander Toshiaki finishes, looking Zuko in the eye.

For moments that feel like years, neither of them move. Zuko barely dares to breathe. But when several minutes pass and the Commander makes no move to attempt to restrain him for arrest and return to Caldera, Zuko tentatively raises his hands.

How long have you known?

The Commander smiles wryly. I'd had no idea until Dr. Atsuko told me about two weeks after your arrival. Apparently her uncle was present.

Zuko does not want to talk about this, but his hands move without his permission. Him and the entire fucking Caldera, he snaps out, feeling the flash of heat over his eye that always accompanied even a passing thought of the spirits-damned mockery of a duel that was meant to end his life.

The Commander is still. Waiting, endlessly patient, like the hunter he's been training Zuko to be for almost two years.

Why didn't you turn me in? Zuko asks, morbidly curious. He hadn't hidden his identity, he'd just known that after six months of living by himself in the middle of nowhere, no one would believe him if he tried to insist that he was the missing Fire Prince. "Zuko" wasn't a hugely popular name, but it wasn't rare.

For a long time, the Commander doesn't answer. He just sits beside Zuko, not too close, and leans back on his hands and stares up at the stars. Zuko wants to get impatient, to snap his hands around the signs and demand answers, but he grips his knees until his knuckles and fingertips turn white and waits.

Finally, the Commander sits up, bringing his hands up to sign.

I have been a loyal soldier of the Fire Nation for seventeen years, he signs, not seeming to actually look at Zuko. I have done many things in the service of my country, but they have always been in line with my own morals. But that… that was a step too far. You are a child. You were a child then, and you are a child now. There is no action that you could take or had taken that should have been met with violence of any kind, much less on that scale. You should have been sent to bed without dessert, or made to write lines or do conditioning drills, not–

–Getting my face burned off? Zuko finishes, tilting his head and smirking lightly.

The Commander scowls at him, then a small smirk of his own breaks through and he chuckles silently.

I don’t know how to explain it any better, but after Atsuko left, I thought about you, and about how kind you are, and how much better things might be if you were Fire Lord, and suddenly I was doing everything in my power to keep you alive to become Fire Lord.

So I’m a bargaining chip. Zuko keeps his expressions and body tightly under control, burying his hurt.

NO.

He jumps at the force of the sign, at the way the Commander seems to double in size as he leaned forward with his shoulders thrown back aggressively, his hairless eyebrows furrowed low over his dark eyes, mouth turned firmly down. He may as well have been shouting.The Commander relaxes a bit as he continues to sign, but he still leans toward Zuko just a little bit in his eagerness. You are not a bargaining chip, Zuko. You are not some prize to control. You are the closest thing to a son that I am ever going to have, and I am so incredibly proud of the man you are becoming before my very eyes. I didn’t report you because what the Fire Lord did to you is wrong, it was cruel and despicable and the fact that no one else seems to have had any problem with it just goes to show how far our great Nation has fallen. You are a child, and I wanted to protect you and give you the time you needed to heal and grow and decide what it is you want to do with your life. If you decide to enlist officially in the Archers, I will be happy to help you falsify the documents you need and approve them. If you decide to move to Ba Sing Se as a refugee and live in peace, then I will do everything in my power to ensure your safe passage. He takes a deep breath, and folds himself into full kneel atop the narrow peak beam of the stable roof. It’s not a full kowtow, because he needs his hands to speak, but it shocks Zuko just the same.

If my Prince decides to take up arms against the tyrant Fire Lord, then it will be my honor and my privilege to dedicate my life and my bow to his service.

It takes Zuko a moment to realize what’s happening, but when he does he nearly falls off the roof. His spirits-damned commanding officeris swearing fealty to him, Zuko, the prince who was burned and thrown out of his homeland to die. This man saved him, risked court martial and prison and even death to keep Zuko from being discovered and executed by his father, and here he is, dedicating his life to some hypothetical and certainly suicidal bid Zuko might make for the throne. He can’t breathe.

Please… please get up… he signs shakily, and pulls on the Commander’s arm. The older man sits, but keeps his head respectfully bowed. Zuko gathers up the tattered remains of his composure. I don’t understand what you want from me. You would really just… let me go? After two years? If I said I didn’t want to continue being part of the Archers, or didn’t want to try to overthrow my father? You would just… let me go? He’s never felt like the Archers were keeping him hostage, but learning that his commanding officer knew who he was this entire time and had kept the knowledge secret is messing with his perceptions.

Commander Toshiaki looks heartbroken as he signs, Of course I would. All I want is for you to be safe and happy. If you decide to find that safety and happiness behind the walls of Ba Sing Se, then I will forge the paperwork required and escort you there myself. I would miss you terribly, and Kai may never forgive me, but I would rest well knowing that you are happy and safe.

Zuko is sorely tempted, the memories of Huzhen sending icicles up and down his spine. But his people would still be killing and dying and poisoning themselves and the rest of the world with their hate and unchecked aggression while he hid safe and contented behind Ba Sing Se’s massive walls, and he knows like he knows his own name that if he chooses that road, he would go crazy from the inaction.

He’s also tempted to hold to his and the Commander’s original deal, to enlist in the Yuyan Archers as soon as he was of age, but that would severely limit the kind of action he could take to try to end the war. He’d still be perpetuating the Fire Nation’s crimes, and he knows that eventually the dissonance of his beliefs and his actions would drive him just as crazy as he would be if he was hiding in Ba Sing Se and doing nothing.

There’s only one thing for it, then.

This war has to end, Commander, he signs finally. I want to have a hand in ending it. Do you have any ideas on how to go about that?

The look on Commander Toshiaki’s face is one Zuko has never seen before, pride so fierce and joyful that it makes Zuko’s face and ears and the back of his neck burst into flame with the heat of his blush. Only Uncle Iroh (only Mom) has ever looked at him like that.

You honor me, my Prince, the older man replies, and bows with the Flame. Zuko returns it, feeling like a few of the missing pieces of his soul have finally clicked into place.

They stay up on the roof of the komodo-rhino stables until nearly dawn, hammering out plan after plan after plan for every contingency they can think of, and a few that Zuko hopes will never come to pass because if they do, then the entire world is screwed.

In the end, they decide that Plan A is for Zuko to continue on as he has been, and enlist in the Archers the moment he turns eighteen. With his extra four years of experience, he’ll shoot up the ranks, and hopefully make Captain and have his own Squad by age twenty, which will provide him with command experience. Once Azula turns eighteen and is crowned Heir Apparent, it’ll only be a matter of time before she decides to seize power for herself, and by then Zuko will be more than ready to challenge her for the Caldera Throne.

It means another four years at least of war, of his people suffering, and that chafes at Zuko like sand in between his toes, but as he steps up his training in firebending, in swordsmanship, and in archery and stealth arts, he contents himself with the knowledge that this is the most logical path to ending the war. He cannot face Ozai. Just the thought makes his entire body shake and his mind race like a mouse in a trap. Better to wait for Azula to make her move and avoid the Fire Lord completely than to risk freezing up and getting killed for the hesitation.

A few weeks after the rooftop… thing (revelation? discussion? conspiracy? conspiracy), Kai corners him in the farthest corner of the training yards, where Zuko likes to practice with his dao.

What the fuck is up with you? He signs, sitting on Zuko’s stomach after ambushing him into a mild wrestling match. Zuko’s slippery, but Kai has height and weight on his side, and their matches tend to end in draws more often than not, but this time Kai isn't playing. Zuko's arms are trapped against his sides by Kai's knees, and the older boy is pressing down with just enough weight to ensure that Zuko can't break free of the hold, and his expression is pouty and annoyed but his eyes are concerned. Zuko relaxes into the pin, and simply raises his eyebrow.

Kai rolls his eyes, and gets up. Zuko sits up and takes a few deep breaths, but otherwise doesn't move.

Well? Kai demands, signs sharp with impatience, standing on the balls of his feet as though ready to move at a second's notice. You've been so weird since we got back from Huzhen. Honestly, I expected the nightmares, I've had them too, but you've stopped going to the stables and the hawks and you barely talk to anyone! All you do is train, you barely even eat or sleep! What the actual fuck, Zuko?

Oops. Zuko winces, scratching the side of his head. He hadn't meant to get so wrapped up.

You're right, he signs. I'm sorry, I've had a lot on my mind recently

.Kai frowns, and settles himself on the ground directly in front of Zuko. Talk to me. Maybe I can help, or at least be a friendly ear.

Zuko barely has to think about it for a second. Kai is his best friend, his brother in everything but blood, and he trusts him even more than he trusts the Commander at times.

He explains everything. His identity as the (former) Crown Prince, the Agni Kai, his abandonment in the wilderness. How the massacre at Huzhen had made him realize what the war was doing to their country, to their people. How the Commander had known all of this time exactly who he was, and how the man is helping him in his conspiracy to commit treason by simply being alive and planning to take back his throne when his scheming sister makes her play for it.

Through it all, Kai's eyes never leave his body, taking in everything. There are several points where it looks like the older boy (older man, Kai is twenty now, and when on earth did they all grow up?) might interrupt, but he restrains himself admirably. His face is pure rage when he learns how Zuko got his scar, and again when Zuko describes the realization that he had been left for dead in the mountains, but he doesn't move. When Zuko is finished, his hands and brain exhausted, Kai sits for a few moments, eyes closed.

You know, I always thought it was weird that an obviously full-blooded Fire Nation kid just randomly showed up here, he finally muses. Especially one so obviously noble-blooded.

So you’re not mad? Zuko didn’t think he would be, Kai loves a good prank, but it’s always helpful to know where he stands so that there aren’t any surprises.

Kai chuckles silently, and digs a knuckle into the top of Zuko’s head. Dumbass, he signs, grinning crookedly, his eyes warm with affection. You were doing what you needed to do to survive. Nothing wrong with that. I was just worried about you— there’s all sorts of horror stories about bad reactions soldiers have to their first combat experience. I wanted to make sure you weren’t trying to do anything stupid.

Thanks, Kai, Zuko signs, grinning.

I got your back, Prince Danger Noodle, Kai replies, winking at him.

With Kai in the loop, Zuko’s archery training takes off, as the older Private teaches Zuko everything he knows about hitting exactly where he aims every single time, no matter the conditions. They drill relentlessly, in any spare moment that Zuko’s not practicing his firebending or his dao.

The summer fades, and Zuko celebrates his sixteenth birthday by breaking into Shinu’s office, stealing the three massive jugs of baijiu the Colonel keeps there, and getting impressively drunk with Kai, Jiyoti, Min-Seo, and some of the other younger soldiers stationed at the Stronghold. He doesn’t remember much past the first several swallows, but he does remember it being one of the single best birthdays he’s ever had. Then the hangover hits in the morning, and he spends PT wishing that someone would shoot him and end his misery. Captain Hiroki and Commander Toshiaki are entirely unsympathetic, and Master Ryoichi gleefully pummels him in sparring, taking advantage of his infirmity to teach Zuko how to fight while impaired. It's grueling, and surprisingly vicious for the usually fair-minded Master, with any number of assailants jumping in and out at any given moment, but Zuko manages a pretty solid win, despite his spinning head and churning gut. Afterward, as Zuko sits on the side and wishes for a dark hole to crawl into, the Master announces that Zuko is a Firebending Master. Zuko responds by throwing up at the Master's feet.

Fall passes, and Zuko makes a consistent habit of breaking into the Stronghold's communications hub and reading every report he can get his hands on, with specific attention paid to the Fire Nation Army's movements in the Earth Kingdom. He learns everything he can, memorizes codes, locations, and personnel, some tiny, paranoid part of his mind urging him that no knowledge is wasted, even if it would be rendered obsolete within the next week. Despite obsolescence, no report is ever thrown away–– the hub contains scrolls dating back to Pouhai's founding as a frontier garrison in the very early days of the war, only weeks younger than the Yu Dao colony. It's here that Zuko encounters a written account of the Avatar legend, copied for posterity on the fiftieth anniversary of Sozin's attack on the Air Temples and then shoved in the back of the shelf and forgotten. Zuko skims it, reads maintains balance between the Four Nations, and finds himself wondering for a moment what life might have been like had the Avatar cycle not been broken. Then he shakes his head, replaces the scroll, and goes back to reading reports from the Southern Raiders.

On a freezing winter morning, as Zuko and his squad sit down to breakfast and tease Kai for still being half asleep, a herald reads a proclamation from the Caldera.

"The Avatar has returned, and is wanted alive for treason against the Fire Nation."

The mess hall is silent. Zuko nearly chokes on his tea. Unbidden, his eyes fly to Commander Toshiaki, who has gone white to the lips, but otherwise is composed.

The Avatar has returned.

This, Zuko thinks, as he listens to the silence break to the shattering sounds of all of his plans, changes everything.

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#atla #atla fanfic #awkpenproductions presents #dragon of the yuyan #part 7 debrief

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The one with all the theatrics (Zuko x reader)

Summary: Following your escape from the air temple, you and the rest of the gaang made it to Ember Island. This gave you and Zuko the chance to make up for lost times. More specifically, camping, training, and a night at the theater.

A/N: This was meant to be a shorter follow-up for this fic, but can be read on its own. As always, enjoy 💜💜💜

Word count: 3k (???)

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The group eyed you with curiosity as you sat down in front of the pot full of rice and water. Zuko and Aang settled by your sides and the others sat around, closing a circle. Zuko lit a small fire on his hand, and you stretched out a hand to transfer the hit to the pot, closing your eyes and enriching your breath. In a matter of seconds, the water had boiled and the simple meal had begun to cook.

You gushed about the nice weather for a bit, and told them about the few times that you and your father had gone camping as you grew up. You were about to tell them about the time you learned how to climbed, but were interrupted by Toph’s stomach roaring.

As if on cue, you took a deep breath and sniffed the main course, takin no time on announcing was ready.

Aang helped you fill the plates and Zuko took care of the tea department. When everyone was served, you began eating what was left on the pot.

“You know, I’m glad you guys are here,” Sokka spoke as he stuffed his mouth with rice. “Food had never cooked so fast.”

“Well, glad you found our talents useful,” you laughed, still with one of your hands under the clay dish.

“And Zuko”, he continued, “who would’ve thought you’d save us from Azula after continuously trying to snuff us out.”

You softly shoved him with your shoulder, noticing a light blush gracing his cheeks.

“I can't believe I'm saying this but, today, you're our hero! To Zuko!”

You put the pot down and grabbed your tea, happily toasting with the others.

“I’m touched,” he hummed, “I don’t deserve this.”

“No kidding.”

Zuko’s gaze fell immediately. He didn’t want to confront Katara, but you weren’t about to let her treat him like that any longer.

Afraid of making it shatter, you placed the cup in front of your crossed legs and boasted, “I’m sorry, last time I checked, none of us would be here right now if it wasn’t for him.”

“Yeah, who would’ve thought he could do more than just destroying people’s lives.” Katara stormed off before you could say anything else.

Defeated, your eyes followed Zuko as he went after her.

Knowing he was gonna need some space, you went to sleep right after dinner. A few hours passed and he still hadn’t entered the tent, so you headed out and ignited a small flame that began dancing on your right palm.

You closed your hand when you didn’t see him around camp, putting your fire out. When you were about to get in the tent once again, ready for another attempt of calling it a night, he dragged himself out of Sokka’s tent, awkwardly bumping into Suki.

You snickered at the awkwardness before approaching your friend.

“Wanna talk about it?” you offered. He just walked past you and into the tent.

You could only picture how difficult this whole redemption thing was being for him, so you didn’t push him. Instead, you followed him inside and laid down next to him, honey eyes meeting your own. “She’ll come around,” you whispered.

“It’s not just her, Y/N.” He sat up, letting the blanket fall off his upper body. His raven curls covered his face, and his shoulders fell lifeless and burdened.

You mimicked his posture, and leaned in to grab one of his hands with between yours. “You can talk to me. You know that, right?”

“I do,” he offered a smile, but it didn’t reach past the corners of his mouth. When you squeezed his hand, he exhaled and dropped his head further, ashamed.

“It doesn’t have to be now, if you don’t feel like it.”

As he remained silent, you gathered he was processing whatever had his head spinning. When he lifted his head, you could see the grief and remorse that radiated off him. He took a deep breath before he voiced his thoughts.

“Everything I believed in, how proud I was of being my father’s son. It- it was all wrong.”

You trailed off, “Zuko…”

“I believed all the lies that they implanted on my head. The war, the killings, the burnt villages. I can’t believe it but-”. He sighed. “-Katara’s right. The only good thing I’ve ever done is joining the Avatar and after tonight I know that even that won’t give me my honor back.”

You meditated over what to say, scanning the your surroundings while trying to chose your words. “She needs time to heal, and closure. You know, better than anyone, that honor can always be restored, but it has to be earned back. Maybe if you help Katara get the closure she needs-”

“The southern raiders,” he recalled.

“What about them?”

“Their commanding officer killed Katara’s mother. If she confronts her mother’s killer, she’ll get closure!”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, violence won’t help this time, Zuko. If she does anything, she’ll blame you for it when she regrets it.”

He thought about it for a moment, but shook his head. “It’s the only way I can think of earning her forgiveness. I have to take her to them.”

Zuko’s lips were purses and his brow was frown with conviction. There was no way of talking him out of this.

“Guess it’s settled then.”

They left the following night, so the rest of you decided to take that time to move into the fire lord's beach house on Ember Island. As you wandered through the halls, flashbacks of toddlers running around bragging about little fires and sandcastles flooded your mind and you smiled, wishing for better times to be back.

The first night at the house, you went to bed early, eager to get rid of the memories. Although you woke up early the following day, and took a look at the gardens, the kitchen, the library and the guest room that you used to call your own. When you had walked around the grounds for a bit, you decided to join the others, who —you assumed— were hanging by the porch.

The day had practically come to an end, as the sky was a tone of orange and the sun was laying on the sea. You crossed paths with Katara when you headed to the dock, offering a soft smile. You had seen her interaction with Zuko and Aang from afar, and couldn’t be prouder of both of them for coming to terms.

Aang followed her shortly after, leaving you and Zuko alone on the dock.

“I’m assuming it went well.” You stepped forward and sat at the edge, silently inviting him to do the same.

“She almost killed him, then did nothing.”

You shrugged, turning to face him. “For better, I guess. What’s important is that she got what she needed and that you were the one to help her.”

After a moment of contemplative silence, a smirk made its way to the prince’s face and you quirked a brow in question.

“Aren’t you gonna say it?”

“Say what?” You knew what he meant, but were eager to hear him say it.

With a huff and an eye roll, he granted your wish. “That you were right all along. “Violence was never the answer, Zuko; you have to forgive, Zuko; focus on your chi, Zuko; bla bla bla...”

"Why would I say it if you already know I'm right."

"We both know you wanna get it out, this is your moment. I'm all ears."

"Fine, then-." You cleared your throat. "-As always, Prince Zuko, I was right and you were wrong," you gloated teasingly. "And, not that it’s nice to hear you mock my wisdom,” you taunted, shoving his side, “but I'm really happy for you.”

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Your eyes were glued to the Avatar as he mimicked your every movement. You had lost count of the times either you or Zuko had performed the basic bending sequence with Aang. In general, his steps were calculated as he crossed the beach house patio, and his technique was not bad. But his movement lacked precision; not to mention, the flames he shot were a vivid, airy shade of red.

After shooting a stream of fire with a straight kick, you bowed at each other and you grabbed your water bottle.

“Again.” you instructed, wiping your forehead with your arm. “Your form is sloppy and your fire needs more fuel.”

The three of you had woken up at dawn, ready continue with Aang’s firebending training.

Instead of repeating the sequence once more, he flopped on the fountain and took a huge gulp of water. “Can we just take a break? Like a really, really short one,” he pleaded.

Zuko, who had been practicing some forms based on the Dancing Dragon, took a sit beside him and wiped his brow with his discarded shirt. “I think Aang’s right, he can run it again in a few minutes.”

You quirked a brow.

Zuko had always kept up with you in training; maybe you had gotten carried away. Another glance at him confirmed how drained the three of you really were. Letting out a breath, you agreed. “I suppose we can slow down a bit.”

After you coached Aang through the sequence a few more times, Zuko and him ran a more advanced set and he flew off to take a bath, leaving the two of you. You got up from the stairs and walked up to Zuko, sporting a wide grin that, he knew, could only mean one thing.

“You know,” you tried to play it cool, needless to say failing miserably. “We haven’t sparred in ages.”

He grimaced at you, incredulous. “Y/N, we’ve been training for hours.”

“Oh come on, don’t be such a snail-sloth, flames for brains,” you taunted.

When the nickname left your mouth, his features contoured into a glare of annoyance which later morphed into a grin to match yours. He took a stance and lit his fists, challenging.

You laughed and got into position.

You glided around each other, studying every detail and making sure you could still read one another with only a glance. You mirrored the strike of a jab but lashed a whip with a spinning kick instead. You relaxed a bit, thinking he had been shocked by your attack, but Zuko effortlessly redirected your flames with a flowing movement.

He smirked, not once averting his eyes from you.

“Show off,” you scoffed. Your eyes widening when he dropped a fire lash that missed you by inches.

He chuckled at your expression and kept advancing on you, as you blocked his attacks with a shield. Zuko wouldn’t cave, so you augmented your flames into an arch, using a sweeping arm movement to try and knock him down.

His right leg hesitated so that’s where you blew next, but instead of dodging, like you expected him to, he disintegrated your flame with a roundhouse kick and equipped himself with a fire dagger. You advanced toward him, gaining space, and summoned two daggers yourself.

A few strikes were exchanged, but your simulated Agni Kai quickly morphed into a good old hand in hand encounter. You had to think fast, he had always been a better up close fighter.

With repetitive jabs, you made Zuko’s stance quiver and launched a kick to his ribs as a final blow. He fell on his back but got up with a quick motion, and advanced on you with powerful stomping.

Balancing your options, you walked backwards on an impulsive attempt to get out of his range, unaware of the fountain behind you. Before you could react, a stair took your balance away, making you fall into the water with a loud splash.

Moving a few rebel strands out of your face, you looked up to find a hand stretched your way. “Now I see what you meant. You’re sparring like a kagura dancer.”

You took Zuko’s hand and pulled yourself up, muttering in response.

“What the hell happened to you?” Sokka’s snarky voice made you both turn around to face him and Suki, who were standing by the patio’s gate with a scroll in their hands.

“Flames for brains happened.”

“She fell into the fountain.” You playfully hit Zuko for his response, but he brushed you off with a scoff.

“Anyway…” Sokka’s gaze drifted between the two of you. “We were, you know, out and about, walking around town and guess what we found.”

With a grin matching his, Suki lifted a scroll with familiar faces inked on it. “There’s a play about us.”

You exchanged a sneer with Zuko, but neither of you spoke up. Just then, the other three members of your group strolled into the patio with glasses of coconut water.

“Just in time!,” beamed Sokka, proceeding to read the poster out loud.

Katara immediately expressed her reluctance, to which you responded with a relieved breath. But your joy was short lived as the others coarsed the three of you into agreeing.

“Come on, theater? That’s the kind of saggy nonsense we’ve been missing,” pleaded Sokka.

"But… the Ember island players?" Zuko's voice was a pitch higher as he complained.

“I mean, how bad could it be?” you inquired.

The answer to your question was quick to come. So far, as Zuko had well said it during the first pause, the interventions had been the best part of your night at the theater. Aang had gotten up and left, upset about his portrayal; Katara was trying to convince herself of how inaccurate it truly was; and Sokka, he was just bitter about the way they had limited his sense of humor. As for the rest, you couldn’t help but enjoy the parodic representation of your friends.

Sans Aang, you were gathered by the entrance of the theater, looking up at Suki as you and Zuko sat on the floor.

“It’s like you barely make it alive after all big battles,” she noted.

“Yeah, no offense but you guys lose a lot.” You rested your head on your friend’s shoulder. It was something you did often, but he stiffened for a second.

“Like you two can talk,” huffed Sokka. “It's not like you got captured by Azula or anything. Oh wait, yeah... you did.”

“Asshole”, you snarled, but Sokka showed no remorse. Zuko’s body shook lightly with his chuckle.

“I’m just saying.”

Silence surfaced and, shortly after, Katara left to find Aang while the Fan and Sword Duo embarked themselves on a mission backstage.

“Geez, everyone’s so upset about their characters, even you seem more down than usual,” Toph decreed.

You snorted at her bluntness. “Easy for you to say, 6 feet-tall, ass kicking wrestler.”

“You’re right,” she sighed, “my character is pretty great. Still, it’s just a play.”

Zuko’s gaze fell on his lap. “For me, it’s a parade of all the mistakes I’ve made being shoved in my face. My uncle has always been there for me. He taught me everything I know and and, what do I do? Stab him in the back.”

Your arm looped around his, rubbing his bicep comfortingly. “We’ve all done things we’re ashamed of.”

“But I may never get to redeem myself. Uncle will never forgive me.”

“Zuko, I’m sure he will.”

“Yeah, Sparky, don’t you see it?” Toph sat down next to Zuko.

“What do you mean?” His brows frowned.

“I once talked to the guy. Like, really talked-.” You eyed her with curiosity as she disclosed, “all he did was gush about was you. He loves you.”

“That’s sweet.”

“Neh, more like sappy and annoying.”

You shot the girl an amused side glance. “Aren’t you a ray of sunshine.”

She just beamed proudly at your words. “Anyway, he said he only wanted you to make your own path. To find your destiny. That’s what you did and look where it has brought you… to us!” She punched Zuko, then got up. “That’s already way better than where you were before.”

“Thanks.” He looked up at her with fondness.

“Now, Sokka said something about fire gummies so, if you’re done sulking, I’m gonna go see what that’s about.”

Zuko had lightened up. He was now sporting a relaxed smile and his head rested atop yours. His breathing was serene as he took in Toph’s words. You hesitated, afraid to disturb his demeanor, but, after a moment of thought, let your hand fall toward his. You were gonna loop your fingers together but he beat you to it.

Your breath hitched as you mentally scolded yourself for looking up at him. You tried to say something but no words came out. His golden eyes bored into yours before briefly gracing your lips. Shyly, you leaned up, wanting to get closer. His nose brushed your own before he leaned even further forward, softly pressing his lips against the corner of your mouth.

As the other members of the audience began evacuating the halls and returning inside , Zuko moved to stand up and pulled you with him.

“Come on," he prompted, “I think it’s about to begin.”

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tags: @writers-thoughts09 / @eridanuswave

#prince zuko #Zuko #zuko imagines #zuko x reader #zuko imagine #atla #atla imagines #Avatar The Last Airbender #avatar imagine #prince zuko x reader #zuko drabble #zuko drabbles #zuko blurb #zuko blurbs #prince zuko imagine

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indigobackfire · 3 years

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HPHM OC Profile ✧

Achilles Shepherd

" He's been like a ghost hovering the Slytherin common room for the past five years and now he's marching the school like he bloody owns it. "

Full Name: Achilles Tremont Shepherd

Nicknames: Archie, Chill, Lee.

Gender: Male.

Birthday: 12th of December, 1972.

Born: Manchester, England.

Parents: Finch Shepherd - English, Ravenclaw, Muggleborn; Sunny Tremont Shepherd - English, Hufflepuff, Muggleborn.

Siblings: None, one of this guy is worth three.

Ethnicity: English (with possible Scandinavian and Jewish roots).

Blood status: Halfblood.

MBTI: ISFJ-A

Hogwarts House: Slytherin.

Appearance

Eyes: Deep dark brown, often appears black, long eyelashes turned downwards, often dark circles from sleepless nights.

Hair: Black and thick, he grew it throughout his years in Hogwarts and keeps on growing it.

Height: He's tall for boys his age, at 1,86m (6'1"ft), he has a burst of growth in his fourth year.

• He was always a very slim child since he grew up with scarce resources, but even after he began his years in Hogwarts, he didn't develop much of an appetite. His hunger only begins in his late 14s when puberty hits. It's in the summer between 5th and 6th year that he builds up and gets strong - not big specifically, but well defined.

• He's very careful and methodical about his hygiene and appearance, the reason why his hair looks so healthy and his nails are always cut and clean. He had some acne after his appetite came back so Cure for Boils potion was always at hand.

• He's pretty hairy and considering how pale he is and how dark his hair is, it's very visible. But for his disappointment, his chest hair is pretty scarce and not as masculine as he wishes it looked.

Magical Aspects

Wand: Fir wood with dragon heartstring core, 12", stiff flexibility.

Patronus: Arctic Fox. A small fox native to the Arctic regions of the Northern Hemisphere and common throughout the Arctic tundra biome. It is well adapted to living in cold environments, and is best known for its thick, warm fur that is also used as camouflage. It has a large and very fluffy tail. In the wild, most individuals do not live past their first year but some exceptional ones survive up to 11 years. The Arctic fox lives in some of the most frigid extremes on the planet, but they do not start to shiver until the temperature drops to −70 °C (−94 °F).

Often called ‘the survivor’s wand’, often owned by wizards who subsequently passed through mortal peril unscathed. There is no doubt that this wood, coming as it does from the most resilient of trees, produces wands that demand staying power and strength of purpose in their true owners, and that they are poor tools in the hands of the changeable and indecisive. Particularly suited to Transfiguration, and favor owners of focused, strong-minded and, occasionally, intimidating demeanor.

Abilities: He's very skilled in legilimency despite not being born one, working his way around occlumency since he's always wearing his feelings on his sleeve. And he doesn't have the power of sight, but is quite good at dream interpretation, tessomancy (reading tea leaves), and palmistry.

Boggart:

The night his parents were killed which he doesn't remember much but flashes of light, screams, a little blood, and the cold body of his mother.

When his mind moves beyond their death, yet never completed over it, it's Indigo's death he fears the most.

He's not very good at Ridikulus them and a professor always has to step in.

Amortentia: Dried apricots, currant juice, the general smell of the woods - since he grew up near one - especially fragrant trees, coconut shampoo - from Indigo's hair -, and broomstick finishing polish.

Miscellaneous

Pets: An elegant Barn owl, Lucrecia.

Things he always carries with him: His wand, gold ol' muggle chewing gum, a thermo mug with tea - most time black, blueberry or grey -, a little journal, and an old photograph of his parents when they were in Hogwarts.

Lucky Amulets: His parents wedding rings which he wears on a necklace at all times, a Remembrall that used to belong to his mother, and a tie Indigo burned by dipping into a potion by mistake - he said he'd throw away for her, keeping it to himself instead.

Best Friends

Achilles is very much like Talbott in the friendship aspect. But not only his own personality goes into play, as he's not a very appealing looking for the beginning of his Hogwarts years and is not a pureblood in a house full of Death Eaters children - he sometimes lies saying he's a muggleborn just to spite people.

Being orphaned pretty young, he grew up in an wirzading orphanage alongside Orion. They used to share rooms and be friends in there, though Achilles was always quieter and angrier than Orion. Orion naturally left first for Hogwarts and Achilles, still imature, felt abandoned by him, so when they meet up again in school Achilles gives him the cold shoulder for many years up until he joins Slytherin's Quidditch team.

Orion is still someone he cherishes and envies for his light aura and ease with which he forgives.

He befriends a Slytherin boy named Matthew Goldpayne in his second year, but for both is more a matter of convenience than anything, to be left alone and have a partner in school work.

In his later years he sort of befriends Ismelda but for the most part is one sided since she's always suspicious of him. They get into better terms after their first season together in Quidditch.

His first few years in Hogwarts are not very magical.

Academics

Favorite Classes:

Flying

DADA

Divination

Potions

Least Favorite:

Charms

Herbology

Favorite Professor: Madam Hooch and Rakepick. Women of confidence and attitude, also teachers of his favorite classes.

Least Favorite: Quirinus Quirrell. Takes one to know one...

Quidditch: It takes him a long time until he gains interest in the game, he doesn't like crowds so he rarely attends the games nor doesn't know the game. But when Slytherin's seeker leaves the team, Madam Hooch, having seen his flying abilities, recommends him for the team. He doesn't actually want to join it at first, but after interacting with the team, decides to hop in. He becomes so passionate, he sometimes wonders if she shouldn't follow a Quidditch career. He would be the school's best seeker if it wasn't for Charlie.

Favorite Team: He enjoys playing more than watching.

Another Slytherin OC, I'm dissapointed in me but he came into my head unannounced, breaking things and calling me names, and boom, Achilles was born. He gonna bring some spice to my HC, you don't understand.

#hogwarts mystery #oc profile #hphm oc #hphm #achilles shepherd #slytherin

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rw-deactivated · 3 years

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Manuscript Search Tag + Color Line Tag

thanks for those wonderful people who tagged me!! i compiled all the tag games i haven’t responded yet, these are the words assigned to me :)

warning: long post

@fayoftheforest: eyebrow, wince, affection, sick, hand

affection

I don't know why he starves for affection. My mother is giving him enough acknowledgment to pacify his ego while mine succumbs.

sick

This is what they meant. Like a sick prank where people get killed.

hand

“Children,” Baddock smiled ear to ear, hands clasped on her chest. “Remember the quality of education Verrington has to offer you. May the precept of Verrington remain in your minds.”

@google-plexed: millions, frozen, palms, stand

palms

I press my palms on my eyes, vaguely hoping that I can push the tears inside.

stand

When Mom, Oliver and I went to Park Palaver, I saw a tall middle-aged lady wearing a long black dress standing by the glistening cobbled pavement.

@euphoniouspandemonium: blanket, yarn, sail, caress

blanket

What stood before them were five blanketed figures in shape of a human.

@euphoniouspandemonium: blanket, wallpaper, rose, mirror

blanket

"You're the most uplifting wet blanket I've ever met, Lysander,” Magnus said.

@mel-writes-with-her-dragons: shadow, water, morning, running

water

Magnus doused him with ocean water until Lysander sat up angrily and sputtered, “What was that for!”

morning

It’s morning. Not good. I’m scribbling this on a toilet seat.

running

“Yes, Phyllis, look at them,” Magnus enthused, running a finger over his armor’s breastplate.

@crystallized-ink: scream, mint, heart, laugh

scream

“You ruthless girl,” Candice screamed, stomping her fancy boots upon the ball of slime that came waddling towards her ankle. “Fern Barttle, you’re gonna pay for this!”

heart

His heart swelled with contentment and his paws were eager to journey back home to his family.

laugh

We shared the usual laugh the preceding events stripped us off.

@pluttskutt: unable, survive, health, game

survive

I remembered that the moonlight wasn't my last hope to survive this darkness.

game

Well, when we were about six or seven, we invented our own game.

@google-plexed: plan, wolf, mission, honestly

plan

Everyday by the lake. They devise plans. Recalled memories that should be buried in Pippa's grave.

wolf

“But the western wood is dangerous…” Avdiel conceded. “A bit thrilling but not cool for a pup to go wandering around and breaking rules. You could be eaten alive by a starving wolf.”

@google-plexed: morning, stomach, black, heart, routine

morning

First thing in the morning: Wake up, don’t do something stupid, go to school, then to the therapist at 5. All right.

black

The pitch-black darkness from the line of trees formed a faint glow. Isaac yelped at two glowing yellow eyes materialized from the dark.

heart

You know what tales said about the heart of the woods.

@crystallized-ink: dream, accident, regret, and house/home

dream

Dear Diary, the dreams kept repeating.

home

Verrington High lies in the vicinity of Lake Orville, and across the Baskers which makes it a fifteen-minute walk from my home.

Color Line Tag

@the-writing-avocado: violet, pink, green

green

“O by the depths of the green land.”

@google-plexed: navy, violet, yellow, lime

yellow

Verity’s have emerald gems in them. Debby’s have yellow diamonds, Magnus’s have bloodred rubies, Lysander’s have blue sapphires, and Phyllis’s have purple amethysts.

PS. i just found out i don’t use colors that much in my current wips and those excerpts from the color line tag are hella old. Anyway, thanks for the tag, i finally found the lost document of my unfinished wips (lol i abandoned those stories, they’re 14k words :P)

I’ll tag (no pressure ofc): @wannabeauthorzofija, @aligned-stars-writing, @euphoniouspandemonium, @avian-writes, @veiliza, @google-plexed, @crystallized-ink, @mel-writes-with-her-dragons, and anyone interested :D

your words are: finger/s, nothing, you, ground

#manuscript search tag #color line tag #thanks for tagging me!#sorry im late :(

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zalrb · 4 years

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What were your favourite childhood movies? I was rewatching the karate kid movies and the newest version is nowhere as good as the old one.

This list is kind of all over the place, haha, because some movies are movies I grew up with meant for my age group at the time and a lot of them aren’t because I was exposed to a lot of media as a kid, haha. I’m also jumping around in time

Lion King --- I had Just Can’t Wait To Be King on repeat, I’d rewind it again and again and just sing it until I had to go to my room because my mother had enough

Aladdin --- apparently I just went around going, “I’m not a prize to be won!”

Land Before Time --- this movie is so fucking depressing but I really liked Ducky --- like to the point that the reason why I go “yepyep” is because Ducky goes “yepyepyep” and I remember when I realized that, I was like holy shit is that why all these years I go “yep yep” and my family was like, lol yes. But then as an adult I found out what happened to that child actress and that just made the movie all the more depressing

The Breakfast Club --- I explained this yesterday I believe

Grease --- so my mother loved/loves Grease, she knows all the songs, can play most of them on the piano and we used to live across the street from this movie theatre that played old movies and Grease was a regular so we watched it a lot

Sixteen Candles --- I remember thinking this was so romantic as a kid. Super problematic movie tho

Titanic - ah yes, Titanic, Leonardo DiCaprio, my first celebrity love. Oh, I can’t stand this movie now, lmao

Lord of the Rings trilogy --- lmao so when the first movie came out, I was obsessed with the elves and Rivendell and I used to write my homework with swirly letters to look like elvish and my teachers complained so I had to get a talking to about it

Love and Basketball --- first Black love story I ever saw.

Back To The Future 1 and 2, lmao as John Mulaney pointed out, the first movie anyway is actually REALLY weird when you think about it

Bad Boys --- I mean Martin Lawrence and Will Smith were the shit back then so I just liked watching them in a movie together

The Best Man --- THIS is funny so the 90s and early 00s saw a lot of African American movies and my mother was all about getting me to see Black people onscreen as much as I could so she took me to these movies even if it wasn’t exactly kid appropriate, she would just make sure to have a conversation with me about the movie when it ended, anyway, so when I was a kid, I didn’t really get a lot of the nuances of The Best Man but when it came out on VHS and when the soundtrack came out we got it so we watched it a lot and there’s a song by The Roots that I really like and one day I was like, I don’t know why I like this song so much and my mom was like because they play that song when you see Morris Chestnut for the first time and I think you went through puberty in the theatre when you saw him and I just diiiiiiiiiiiiiiied

As an adult, The Best Man is fucked up and I would’ve kicked Harper’s ass as well but only because what he did as a writer was a fucking dick move.

Pretty Woman --- it took me a while to realize that she was a sex worker

You’ve Got Mail --- I remember watching this in the theatre with my mom and being SO FRUSTRATED because I just didn’t understand why Tom Hanks couldn’t tell Meg Ryan the truth.

Liar Liar --- I related to having an absentee dad who never made good on his promises but I also liked Jim Carey’s exaggerative facial expressions but I remember there’s this joke, so the whole premise is that Jim Carey didn’t show up to his son’s birthday when he said he would (relatable!) and his son was so tired of him breaking promises, he wishes that his father will never lie again but Jim Carey is a lawyer so that causes issues, lmfao, but anyway so Jim Carey can’t lie and he has sex with I think it’s his boss, I forget, but he has sex with someone and she’s like how was it? and he goes “I’ve had better” and every time that joke came on my family would CRACK UP so I kept being like “better what? GUYS WHAT DID HE HAVE BETTER OF? I DON’T GET IT” then my mom and I had a conversation, lmfao.

Goodfellas --- I remember my cousins watching this movie in the living room and I saw the scene of the gif I posted below and was like OH WHAT’S THIS and then they told me to go into the bedroom because it was too grown but it’s like they forgot there was a TV in the bedroom and I just turned it to the channel and watched it there. And the movie came on a lot on TV so I just watched it a lot by myself, lmfao.

Twin Warriors aka Tai Chi Master --- probably my favourite martial arts movie. I know there are better ones but I really resonated with this as a kid. Jet Li was a legend with my cousins.

Fist of Legend

Once Upon A Time in China

Romeo Must Die --- omg I played this movie ALL. THE. TIME.

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon

Boyz N The Hood --- a really important movie in my household to the point that I was excited to be able to write a paper on it in the same Popular Cinema from the 70s to the Present class I did my Breakfast Club paper for

same with Do The Right Thing

Jumanji -- I fucking love how mean-spirited this movie is and I did appreciate it as a child too although it freaked me the fuck out

Clueless

Home Alone - god, Kevin’s family was terrible

Home Alone 2 --- ah the movie/scene that changed my life

House Party --- to this day I haven’t been to a house party as live as this one

Malcolm X --- another extremely important movie in my household

Hook --- ooooh I still love this movie so much!

Scream --- I remember when this movie was THE. SHIT. Scared the fuck out of me.

Hero --- this movie was so gorgeous

Rush Hour --- I would probably hate Rush Hour now tbh but whenever I hear “Fantasy” by Mariah Carey I think of the opening scene because I was Soo Young belting to Mariah Carey in the car, it was the best part of the movie for me as a kid because I was like I DO THAT TOO but then she gets kidnapped, so....

The Mummy --- CLASSIC

Gremlins

Hercules - DUH

The Godfather --- I rarely talk about my dad but he was very much into mob movies because he liked the way they dressed and carriedt themselves in these movies, especially in The Godfather so whenever I was with him, The Godfather was on a lot

He was also very much into comics, particularly Batman, so even though I don’t really care for DCU/MCU or comics, I’m more likely to go to a theatre (well pre-Covid) and pay to watch a Batman movie over any other comic movie - except Black Panther which is a huge exception because these Batman movies were a pat of my childhood

yes, even Batman and Robin, I even had the soundtrack, listening to Bone Thugs N Harmony on my bunk bed and shit.

Space Jam --- I recently watched the Movie Pitch for this and it had me hollering

Lean On Me --- I have complicated feelings about this movie now but I grew up watching it and I really liked it and the older I got the more I understood what the movie was actually about

Practical Magic --- I wanted to live in that house

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone --- because it was real finally!

Armageddon -- I still love this horrible, nonsensical, illogical, terrible movie because it’s utterly fantastic and hilarious. As a child I didn’t understand this moment and why it was such a huge ask, as an adult I’m like YES. IF I SURVIVE SAVING THE WORLD I’M NOT DOING THIS, THE FUCK I LOOK LIKE?

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readingsoyoucanavoidlife · 3 years

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In Denial

Sometimes I just want everyone to be happy and alive, so here is my headcanons for if Tom Riddle never existed.

~James and Lily never have to fight in a war, so James becomes a professional quidditch player and he became the longest reining Captain before he quit, bought the club and became the manager for it, as well as the coach for the players. Lily becomes a healer at St. Mungo’s and was able to invent a cure for dragon pox. When James’ parents died as a result of the disease she worked tirelessly researching it and came up with and affective cure. She has a portrait hanging in the hospital and after a long day sometimes has conversations with it (it the only way she can have a decent conversation in her current state). James teases her about it a lot.

~They get pregnant at a later age, because their relationship doesn’t move as fast since there is the lack of war pressure and not knowing what will happen to them. Same goes for the Weasleys and Andromeda so they all have their children later. (Canonly Molly and Arthur got married quicker because of war) And I’m just going to say that the Grangers had fertility problems, so had Hermione later. (this way the ages and relationships stay the same)

~After Harry they have three more children; Grace Iris Mia Potter, Sophie Lily Potter and Danial Charles Monty Potter. (In that order) (Iris and Charles are Lily’s parents names and Mia and Monty are shortened from Euphemia and Fleamont). Remus becomes Godfather to Grace, Peter (since he couldn’t betray them) becomes Godfather to Sophie, and Marlene becomes Godmother to Danial. Grace is two years younger than Harry (the year bellow Ginny), Sophie is one year bellow her and Danial is two years bellow that.

~They don’t see Dudley or their actual Aunt and Uncle often, they tend to meet up to have a tense cup of tea once a year. The Potter’s always send them birthday and Christmas gifts but the Dursley’s never do. They hardly heat from them until Dudley reaches out saying that he thinks his child is magical. James laughs a lot at this and more specifically the looks on Petunia’s and Vernon’s faces. They do agree to help him and his family understand.

~When McGonagall becomes Headmistress, the sorting becomes more based on personality and not character and bloodline. Thus ending the prejudice towards the houses. This is the thing that she brings to Hogwarts like the other Heads have done before her. (Dumbledore's was giving people, like Remus, chances) However this is before Minnie’s time so they are all in Griffindor. She becomes Headmistress in Harrys 6th year when Dumbledore leaves to retire in a tropical country, there is no imminent threat so why should he stay at school? His only problem is that sometimes it’s too hot to wear socks.

~Grace works for the ministry and falls in love with a guy who went to Durmstrang but now works in England, named Eric Luka. They end up having a daughter together, Scarlett Luka. Although when Scarlett is a year old, he walks out on them. Grace becomes a single mum for four years before her co-worker Aiden Murphey asks her out. They had always been friends as he had been a year above her at school, although he was in Ravenclaw. They get married and Scarlett changes her name to Luka-Murphy. They have three children together Liam, then a year later Finn and a year after that they have Owen.

~Sophie become a wizard robe designer and manages to bring some more modern and muggle aspects to the wizarding world. She starts her own clothing brand and falls for some one in Danial’s year. Zoe Phillips, they get married but don’t have any kids. They are perfectly content with spoiling their nieces and nephews.

~Danial is the perfect child of the family and people try to not like him because of it, but end up giving in because he is so nice. He is an architect for the wizarding world and marries a Hufflepuff in his year called Audrey, she is also an architect. Again they are the perfect couple that is so sickening but you can’t help liking them. They have two daughters, Emily and Olivia, who is four years younger.

~Wolfstar is a thing (as it always has been), they are together up until Harry’s 7th year. They are facing difficult struggles and are always shouting at each other, even though they still love each other. They decide to take a break and they each are set up on dates. Sirius with some guy and Remus with Tonks. On this date Remus gets very drunk because he misses Sirius and they sleep together.

~ A week later they promise to be better and stop their break. Although after three months, Tonks contacts Remus to tell him that she is pregnant, and it is his decision whether he wants to be part of it or not. Remus has his freak out about whether the baby will be like him and what Sirius will say.

~Sirius understands what has happened and doesn’t blame Remus because they were on a break, but is upset that he was with someone else. After a talk with James, Sirius feels better and is by Remus’ side the whole way and becomes excited for a baby when Remus calls Tonks to say that he wants to be a part of it (secretly he had always been jealous about the way his nieces and nephews look at James and Lily). Tonks knows how in love the boys are.

~Wolfstar begins to miss out on baby stuff and Sirius complains that its not how its meant to be when the kid arrives, so Tonks come to live with them. Tonks love the arrangement because she doesn’t have to be alone and the boys dote on her and the baby once he arrives. James becomes a Godfather. They continue living together until Teddy a bit after Teddy turns one. Tonks moves to London to be closer to her work and they co-parent using floo network all the time. Sirius normally watches him during the day since he is a wizarding writer and Remus is a professor at Hogwarts (floo’s into work) and Tonks is an auror.

~Harry and Ron become Friends with Hermione when they save her from trouble with Filch for being out after bed (she was in the Library for too long). They help her with the invisibility cloak and she lies for them when McGonagall reveals them from under the cloak when she stepped on the end of it.

~Neville has a happy childhood and is coated in his parents love, by the time he gets to school he is much more confident. He still takes a toad but his parents gave him an owl. Alice and Frank support all of his choices and are proud of every accomplishment he makes, even if his Grandmother says that it’s a waste of their time and effort. He and Harry are close friends from a very young age because of their parents, although they never really were best friends. When they went to Hogwarts and Harry went off with Ron they still looked out for each other and laughed together.

~Ron and Hermione (Ginny when they got older) came over to the Potter’s for some of the holidays, like they would go to the Weasleys for some before parting for a week before September 1st for “family time” and so their parents could see them off. Because of this Sirius and Remus become close with Ron and Hermione, so when Mrs. Weasley hosts a party (when Teddy is around three) they are invited too as part of the Potter family. Tonks comes along too as a family outing with Teddy. Teddy and Victorie hit it off and begged their parents to have play together more. Tonks sees Charlie at the party and starts talking to him as they were in the same year at school, though in different houses. He introduces her to his friend who works with him and is recently moving to London to lead the organization for dragon well-fair in England, protesting to let the Gringotts dragons free. In short Tonks and the person get together. (still unsure on what her partner identifies as but they are from a Greek pure-blood family with the surname Samaras).

~Charlie never marries or truly settles down but treats his dragons like children and is the best uncle ever.

~Bill comes to England not because of war but because he accidentally got promoted and had to move back. Him and Fleur still get married quickly, and have Victorie a year after that, Dominique come after two years and Louis three years after that. They pretty much lead the same lives other than the fact that their wedding isn’t crashed by Death Eaters and Fleur insists they have it in France (since they don’t have to stay in England for it)

~Hemione and Ron get together in 7th year in a similar sort of way. Ron is caught by Hermione tell off some kids for playing pranks on the house elves and teaches they about their history and situation. She can’t help herself, so she snogs him in the deserted corridor after the kids have gone.

~Ginny and Harry break up after his 7th year, she wanted more independence especially since this was her last year and the only year attending the school without her family there. Harry was also going to auror training and starting his own path in the world and wanted to experience being by himself in the world, with new responsibilities. They both date a few people whilst broken up and remain close friends, they were each other’s firsts (Harry’s 7th year) but were with other people too. After four years, Ginny made the Harpies first team and one the match for them. Like before, Harry and her ended up kissing in front of the entire stadium, they have been together ever since.

~ Ron and Harry both became aurors but shortly after Remus retires (he was getting more tiered after the full moons with his age and Sirius’ book became a best selling novel in the muggle and wizarding world so he could support them comfortably), he became the DADA professor. After joining the aurors he never felt like it was a good choice for him and didn’t know what he wanted to do, so he just stuck it out. That was until Remus mentioned he was retiring early and that they were struggling to find a competent professor.

~Ginny does take maternity leave with each of her children (Jake, Samuel and Lyra - because no one is dead) but still play for the harpies until she is forced to retire. After retiring she writes sports articles for both the Prophet and the Quibbler, becoming chief editor of both. Harry is able to take care of the kids whilst she is away, with the help of a nanny. They both couldn’t see a reason to put either of their careers on hold.

~Ron revolutionized the strategies that were used and as a result far less people were harmed and more people joined the force. He still took a 7 year break to be a stay at home dad whilst Hermione was being a boss, but practically worked part time since everyone respected his opinion and always asked for his advice (he got paid half time wages because of this). When Rose and Hugo both went to a muggle primary school, Ron worked for them officially again, but because of all the work he had done he rose quickly through the ranks and when the old head of the aurors retired, he became head of the department.

~Fred didn’t die so him and Angelina became a permanent couple (they never wanted to or could be bothered with getting married). They always had an on and off thing since the Yule Ball, they were the only people that they ever were in love with, despite their previous inconsistency. They only had one kid together. Joseph Weasley. Fred wanted him to have a sibling like he had but Angelina only ever wanted one and he had many cousins, George had his second kid at the same time and the boys were practically twins. (Fred II is renamed to Luke Weasley, since Fred didn’t die)

~George married Katie Bell after running into her at Diagon Ally whilst locking up the shop (Fred was out with Angelina that night). They agreed to catch up and it resulted in them having an amazing time, which ended with Katie giving George her contact details. They got pregnant with Roxanne just after George had proposed, so the wedding was preponed until she was there. Unfortunately Katie got pregnant again with Luke just when they started planning the wedding. two years later they finally got married and their children walked down the isle (it was the cutest thing, Molly was weeping).

~Percy and Oliver fall in love ( how do you expect two guys that are the definition of opposites attract share a room for 7 years and have nothing happen) Oliver stops Percy from being a complete prat as there is no ministry fall out with his family to get him to that point. Oliver makes him realize that his family are the greatest gift, especially with all their flaws. They have a small ceremony with only family and close friends and adopt a little witch naming her after Molly, three years later they adopt another witch and name her Lucy.

~Snape and Lily still fall out with him calling her a mudblood, just because there wasn’t an group to kill those like her doesn’t mean he didn’t hang around with prejudice people and have those views. He still become potions professor when Slughorn retires. Though occasionally he will get howlers from the Potter’s and Longbottom's shouting at him for his behavior towards his students along with some howlers from Marlene and Dorcas, Emmeline, Mary, Sirius and Peter with use of his old nicknames they had for him. (because how dare he disrespect their friends kids)

~Peter still is friends with the marauders, but he moves away from them and distances himself every year to the point where they only write to each other to celebrate special occasions. He never finds a partner or has children but does become a pub manager and lives comfortably.

~Draco and the Golden trio make their peace at the end of 7th year. They never become friends, they just forgive each other ( for the most part, him calling Hermione a mudblood is not forgiven). They act civilly towards one another, especially when Scorpius and Samuel announce that they are dating. They learn to tolerate but nothing more.

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morningstarinwinter · 4 years

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Hogwarts Mystery Character Profile : Danique Winter

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IDENTITY

Name: Danique Calista Winter

Gender: Female

Age: 15

Birth Date: 21 July 1973

Species: Human

Blood Status: Half-Blood

Sexuality: Bisexual, Demisexual

Alignment: True neutral

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Nationality: British

Residence: Gloucestershire, England

Myer Briggs Personality Type: INFP -The Mediator

THE MAGE

1st Wand: 11 inches hornbeam wand with a dragon heartstring core

2nd Wand: 12 and half inches with a phoenix feather core and surprisingly swishy flexibility

Animagus: White Maine coon cat with pink blushed cheeks

Misc Magical Abilities: She has intuition, not that she could the future like seer. Her intuition just let her know something might happen or she could sense others emotion.

Boggart Form: Her family and her friends look at her with disgusted/disappointed faces and turn their back at her (Fear of being abandoned)

Riddikulus Form: Everyone turns to face her with funny faces and laughing.

Amortentia: (What do they smell like?) : Freesia, peach, and a hint of coffee

Amortentia: (What do they smell?) : Forest, sandalwood, and fresh laundry

Patronus: Siberian Cat

Siberian cats are perfect as Patronuses. Fearless yet easygoing, they seem to always know when their humans need them for support or comfort. They can be quiet, with soft melodic purrs and chirps. While these may not be the cats to chase down a Dementor, they will stay with you, protecting and calming you until the Dementor fades away.

Patronus Memory: When she went to picnic with her family at the lake. Surrounded by wild flowers, making flower crowns with her mom, watching her dad broom racing with 12-year-old Jacob, peaceful life like this is the most precious memory of her.

Mirror of Erised: Her mom is alive and everyone in the family is happy again like before the end of first wizarding war.

Specialized/Favourite Spells: She can do some wandless and non-verbal spells

For wandless: Accio, Wingardium Leviosa, Episkey, Ferula, Multicorfors, Protego

For non-verbal: Colovaria, Scourgify, Depulso, Flipendo, Expelliarmus, Repello Muggletum

APPEARANCE

Faceclaim: Taylor R

Voiceclaim: Lauren Aquilina

Game Appearance:

Height: 5'5" (165 cm)

Weight: 105.82 Ibs (48 kg)

Physique: Slender

Eye Colour: Amber

Hair Colour: White

Skin Tone: Pale

Body Modifications: 5 ear piercings

Scarring: None

Inventory: wand, some snacks, lipstick, handkerchief, Walkman, notebooks, pen, wallet with some money

Fashion:

ALLEGIANCES

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Ilvermorny House: Pukwudgie

Affiliations/Organizations:

Hufflepuff house

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Circle of Khanna

Ministry of magic

Auror office

The Order of the Phoenix

Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creature

Professions:

Auror (1992-2000)

Work for the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creature (2000-Now)

HOGWARTS INFORMATION

Class Proficiencies:

Astronomy: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆

Charms: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆

DADA: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆

Flying: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Herbology: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆

History of Magic: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆

Potions: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

Transfiguration: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆

Electives: Care of magical creatures, Divination

Quidditch: Chaser

Extra Curricular: Apparition, Muggle Music, Duelling club

Favourite Professors: Professor Filius Flitwick, Madame Hooch

Least Favourite Professors: Professor Severus Snape

RELATIONSHIPS

Brother: Rasalas Jacob Winter

Jacob is 5 years older than her

He was sorted to Gryffindor like father

His first name, Rasaras, means the northern star of the lion head (Constellation of Leo)

Jacob really love his sister, they are inseparable since she was born. When he first saw Danique, as a newborn, he swore to Merlin that he would protect her with all cost. When he went to Hogwarts, he sent a letter for Danique weekly. The letters are about his life in Hogwarts, he even tells her about the cursed vaults. Then there is R situation, he rarely sent her a letter. When she asked about the vault and why he didn't send a letter weekly, he said that he gave up and busy with his school works.

During Summer break, he would show Danique all the spells he studied and broom flying manoeuvres(Without mom and dad knowing). Even she doesn't have wand, she would try to mimic his move. One day when her magical ability is awake, she somehow could cast the spells without a wand. This is the reason why Danique knows and masters a lot of spells and has excellent flying skills.

One summer after Jacob was treated by R, he was a lot quiet and stayed in his room most of the time. Danique was feeling sad about this, but her dad told her that it is normal for teenagers to spend their time in the bedroom. So she tried to understand and playing with herself instead.

Knowing Jacob was expelled is quite a shock for her since Jacob was always serious about studying and had good grades. She was angry at him for ruining family's peace. He and father had never talk to each other again since that. Even she was angry, she sneaked into his room to talk to him sometimes. Surprisingly, Jacob talked to her. He also told her that he may disappear one day to seek for something and if he found it, it might make the situation better. Having thought about Jacob leaving, she cried and tried to beg him not to go. Jacob lied that he changed his mind and promised to stay. One morning when Danique went to his room to show her new achievement of wandless spell, he was not there.

Father: Dilan Sigourney Winter

Pure blood

Former Auror

Sorted to Gryffindor

Charming, persistent, easy going, family man

Curently work for Department of international Magical Cooperation

He loves his children so much. He always spend his freetime with them by playing with them, show them some spectacular spells, and take them to picnic at countryside near London.

Since there was an incident at the end of the first wizarding war, his wife died, he became more strict and protective. He worried about his children, especially Danique since she was young and unlike Jacob that he has a protection from Hogwarts. He quited his job and moved to countryside, far away from London. He even took Danique to work at the department.

When Jacob was expelled, he was really angry on Jacob behaviors and blamed himself for not taking a good care for him.

Mother: Helen Winter

Muggle-born

Sorted to Hufflepuff

Kind, generous, cheerful, dedicated

She was a famous singer in wizarding world, but she has some connections so she could hide her personal life from the society. No one know that she married and have kids, she just disappeared from the spotlight.

On October 20, there are a group of death eaters invaded in her house while her husband were out for work. Lucky for Jacob, he went to Diagon alley to search for a clue for cursed vault. She tried to protected her daughter, Danique, and was killed by one of the invaders. Before they could lay their hands on the poor girl, her father arrived from work and killed them all.

After 1 year of the incident, Dilan can't forgive himself and he missed her a lot. He decided to hire a painter to make a magical portrait of Helen.

So Danique's mom is a magical portrait!

Love Interest:

Artemis Clair de lune

Best Friends:

Penny Haywood

Barnaby Lee

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Rival : None (While everyone see Merula as a rival, she just think of her as a attention seeker kid)

Enemy: Rakepick, R

Dormmates: Penny Haywood, Nymphadora Tonks, Chiara Lobosca (In my headcanon Rowan is sorted to Ravenclaw)

Pets: Midnight the black cat, Snowdrop the barn owl

Closest Canon Friends:

Rowan Khanna

Chiara Lobosca

Penny Haywood

Tonks

Orion Amari

Barnaby Lee

Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Andre Egwu

Erika Rath

Closest MC Friends:

May add this later👉🏻👈🏻

BACKGROUND/HISTORY (TBC)

About her clan

1st Year:

2nd Year:

3rd Year:

4th Year:

5th Year:

6th Year:

7th Year:

Order of the Phoenix / 2nd Wizarding War:

Post-War:

Old Age & Death:

PERSONALITY

Straightforward

Sarcastic

Flirty : She likes to flirt others as a joke, but if she gets flirted back from the one she interested, she would blush and even stutter.

Super protective and supportive towards her friends

Sweet (only to her friends)

Generous

Thoughtful

MISC

She likes to spend time alone at the black lake.

She always takes pictures with her polaroid and make a scrapbook of them.

Since she has intuition, she would use tarot card to see what's about to happen.

She is a good singer like her mother, she would just sing at the empty corridors or in the forest where no one could hear her. (Only when she feels sad)

Her dad taught her some martial art, so she can protect herself (aka kick some asses)

Also she is good at hide her feeling. No one would see her cry. She prefers to cry on her own at some quiet places around the castle.

Since she is a demisexual, she doesn't like to be touch by people who are not close to her, especially for boys.

On the weekend, she like to go to Honeydukes since she has a sweet tooth.

#this is my unfinished profile #I post this so everyone who wants to be her friend doesn't have to ask me #danique winter #hphm oc #oc info

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theotheroccassionalfanficwriter · 4 years

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The Antichrist Is a Perfectly Nice Human

Summary: Satan took one look at the human that was supposedly his spawn, the Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, and Lord of Darkness and decided that you were an alright human.

Alternatively, the former Avatar of Wrath decided to screw over his successor by claiming to be him while up and about in the human world. Got a female human pregnant and had you, the Antichrist*, that had the Celestial Realm and Devildom panicking for an apocalypse that was scheduled way too early.

*not really but you were raised to be one

Tags: Good Omens AU, Sorta but not really, Comedy, Romance, Misunderstanding, Your Life is One Whole Gigantic Prank, First Love Mammon, End game Satan, non-binary reader because you get all the genders.

A/N: Sometimes I gotta write the content I want other people to write so I can read it ;w;

Chapters: 1/3

[Chapter 1: The Beginning of a Joke]

0. The Fool in Reverse

The Earth as a Gemini was a complete and total bastard as far as most people in the know was concerned. Most people in this case, referred to God and his Heavenly Host, and the majority of Devildom’s upper echelon. You, however, had no negative nor positive opinion on Earth based on its astrological sign. Based on inhabitants however...it was best left unsaid.

The story or perhaps the start of the problem began when Ira, the Former Avatar of Wrath, was not resigned to the fact that he would have to step down easily and hand over his Throne to some upstart demon. Thus this particular crafty, bastard, and fearless former Avatar of Wrath decided to play a harmless prank* by deciding to create a Cambion and have it masquerade as the Antichrist that was not meant to be born until eons later on.

(*it was a harmless prank by both angelic and demonic standards had anyone from their logistics department was not an overworked demon/angel and decided to launch an investigation instead of sending it directly to the higher-ups for them to decide on what to do)

Thus Ira, who was unfairly handsome, found a very willing and very enthusiastic Nun from the Holy Order of the Church of Satan in England, went and pretended to be Satan, the new Avatar of Wrath, had a very fun two month long vacation in the human world with the very willing and very enthusiastic Nun.

And thus nine months later, you were born. A perfectly healthy baby with pretty blue eyes. As Ira held you in his arms, he smiled gently and thanked the your Mother, the Nun for her contribution.

From that point on, your life became one whole prank to Heavenly Host and Devildom, however it mattered little to you who was born with a golden and diamond studded spoon on the mouth. You were, after all, much more interested on Sesame Street’s airtime.

1. The Magician

At the young and tender age of five, your Nanny Asmodeus was teaching you how to negotiate and get what you want. In the same vein, Brother Simeon, the Gardener was teaching you how to politely ask for what you want.

Both were adamant that you listen to them alone. Thus in the interest of fairness decided to do neither. And neither of them complained* when you told them of your decision and instead looked at you fondly and patted your head for a good job of being independent.

(*That was a lie, as the moment you were well asleep after Asmodeus’ nightly ritual of singing you to sleep, both had a very heated discussion in the Garden Shed with Solomon, your tutor, as a very happy spectator. It was the first time Solomon had seen Simeon quite angry)

Thus you slowly but skillfully learned how to be a leader, for the Army of Hell that you would lead as promised by Nanny Asmodeus, and learned how to make friends as Brother Simeon had said that all Great Leaders had friends they could trust. And so by the time you were 9, you were quite the charismatic child not only due to your upbringing but also the fact that you had inherited Ira’s charms.

And then you met Mammon, and all of their work went down the drain when you fell in love the first time.

2. The High Priestess in Reverse

Mammon had been curious to see what his younger brother’s supposed spawn was like. Thus he had decided to check you out and see how you were doing after being subtly influence by both realms in your formative years. Mammon had expected that you’d be a fascinating mix of cruelty and kindness, an oddity, and fairly attractive by human standards.

He had taken up the job of checking up on you as a pretense to fool around for most of the time and expected it to be an easy one.

None of his expectations were met except one; you were an oddity but you were not a fascinating mix of cruelty and kindness, and you were unfairly attractive by human standards.

Not of that mattered and paled in comparison by the fact that you had taken one look at him, professed your love, and invited him to your home. Thus he found himself living with you, in your large empty estate that only had your family servants and pets as your company.

“Mammon~ Do you want to go shopping in Dubai? Tokyo? or Las Vegas?” You asked him sweetly as you wrapped your arms on his biceps and pressed your chest on his arm*.

(*This was the result of all the years you've seen your Nanny Asmodeus jump Brother Simeon at all times of the day and how your Nanny Asmodeus would talk to Sir Solomon about your learning pace)

“Dubai!!” He quickly answered as he tried to gently pry you off him all the while battling with the heavy and scornful glares of your servants.

‘I’m innocent!’ He cried inside his mind and willed Lucifer to hear his desperate cries for relief.

His efforts were in vain. Lucifer did not hear his cries and neither was he able to pry you off. All he could do was mouth “Help!!!” to your servants as you stuck closer to him.

He cursed Asmodeus in his mind and swore to screw him over for his current predicament.

The servants happily did as he requested and even helped him get out of the place to ran back to his onii-sama and cry about what happened.*

(*Lucifer pretended that he wasn't despairing for his little brothers' stupidity but ever since the Antichrist appeared, it was getting harder to do so. He tried to look at the bright side that Mammon no longer caused more debts and ignored Mammon's cries of not being a cradle robber.)

Your first love was quick to blossom and quick to wilt. But your heart never forgot Mammon and you ended up dating a few guys like him before throwing them away after one week.

3. The Empress in Reverse

You had, from the moment you formed your first observation, understood that your Mother was not your Mother in the sense that most people had a Mother. She was just someone who gave birth to you, occasionally asked about your day and made small painful talk.

Nanny Asmodeus had been more of a Mother to you than her, and you had taken to emulate most of Nanny Asmodeus' habits* up until Nanny was fired after getting caught with Brother Simeon and Sir Solomon.

You had not understood why they were fired because you had instictively, like all children with an environment as messy as yours beneath the surface, understood that the three were more of a parental figure than the ones that gave birth to you.

Nanny Asmodeus was your Mom.

Brother Simeon and Sir Solomon were your Dads.

And you had told your Mother so, in a strange mix of your parents teachings, in the blunt and honest negotiation for them to stay. And you were confident, and stupidly brave for a child because no one had ever denied you of what you truly wanted because you were the Young Master and you negotiated well.

That had been the first and only time you failed a negotiation. It had also been the first and only time that you cried and begged, totally unbefitting for a Prince of Hell but you had loved the three of them in whatever a way a child groomed to be the antichrist could. It had been useless and you had moved on quickly.*

(*That was well crafted act. You had shed all pretense with your Mother and stopped bothering with her. The same went for the Man that claimed to be your Dad. You had carried and nursed a grudge and swore that when your Army from Hell arrived they would be the first one example of your might.)

It had been hard, at first, to adjust living in a house devoid of them three. You had grown used to the fact that all three of them had welcomed you at all times. That Nanny Asmodeus would teach you how to care for your hair and doll you up however you want, that Sir Solomon would not mind your endless questions and let you read whatever books that caught your fancy and let you dabble in magic, that Brother Simeon didn't mind you getting dirty and running around with stray animals that visited the gardens.

But you learned how to live with it. And somewhere between them leaving, your first heart break, and managing your publishing company, you had made your peace with the fact that you had no warm home.

4. The Emperor

Diavolo didn't know what to do with the knowledge that he had accidentally brought the Antichrist to Devildom via his Exchange Student Program. Or the fact that you had just met your absentee father Satan. Or the fact that you had immediately demanded your Army after learning that this was Hell.

He wanted to go down to the Castle's basement and duel his old man. He just knew that this was just that bastard father of his plan to make his way to the throne harder.

"Hey! Don't ignore me the Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies,Spawn of Satan and Lord of Darkness!" You angrily demanded.

On the side he saw Beelzebub choked on his food, Asmodeus sweating nervously, and Lucifer glare. But Satan's expression was the most interesting as the Avatar had paled greatly and looked pained. Diavolo smiled and said,

"Your army still isn't prepared so why don't you study here for a while?"

"Hah? I'm already making money! Instead of studying why don't you just let me run a business?"

Diavolo took a look at Asmodeus and wondered whose influence was this*.

(*It was Solomon's and Mammon's but no one made that connection and chalked it up to spoiled upbringing.)

Diavolo knew when to retreat so he granted you your request and found yourself investing in a fashion magazine and secretly playing around with Devildom's stock market with Mammon by your side who had forgotten all past trauma* with your generous spending on him.

(*When you were back on your room and sleeping he had ran to Lucifer and cried about all the scornful accusations of laying his hand on his own niece. Lucifer compensated him with Goldie and decided to break out his 1600 Demonus Bottle)

You happily dreamed about Mammon and ignored the demon that had the same name as your absentee Father.

5. The Hierophant in Reverse

Ira had always known that he was not the best father considering that he was absent on your daily life and the fact that he made you because of a long prank he was playing on his successor. It hadn’t fazed him at all that you grew colder and more distant towards him and your birth mother after Asmodeus, Solomon, and that angel Simeon had to be fired.

He understood that part of you very well since you had inherited that from him. You had somehow managed to inherit all of his strengths and he was proud of that. Though he did wish you hadn't inherited your birth mother's tendency to love deeply. Love had no place in a demon's heart after all.

And he had told this to you once, long ago when your eyes had shined bright with all the youthful innocence human children had. And like true child of his, you had ignored him.

He had let you off that time.

Not this time though. You, for some Goddamned in explicable reason, were in Devildom. Hanging out with the still wet behind his ears Avatar of Greed, and the pathetic excuse for an Avatar of Gluttony. He could feel his wrath bubbling up at the way you were doting upon the two.

He had angrily left and decided to visit his Demon King.

He didn’t like the way you were looking at that scum Mammon*.On the other side of the street, inside Cat’s Eye Cafe, was Satan who had seen all of this and knew that something was amiss with this whole Antichrist business and his supposed child that he never remembered fathering.

(* Ira, by demonic virtue, loathed all the New Generation of the Avatars by virtue of being associated with that upstart son of his King. Mammon getting the attention of his child however brought him to all new emotional plateau in the levels of Wrath and he did not like it one bit.)

6. The Lovers, and then in Reverse

You had found it fascinating, how the demon who shared the same name as your absentee father, looked pained whenever you talked to him. It was really amusing seeing him hold back in maiming you for yanking his metaphorical tail whenever opportunity struck. Lucifer had found it amusing and you had taken it as non-verbal agreement to carry on*.

(*Lucifer was amused by your stupidity of provoking Satan with his apparent slip-up. Not at the fact that Satan always had a pained looked at his face when talking to you.)

And then you saw him playing with cats, and you decided that he was someone you wanted to be friends with. You had told Nanny Asmodeus as much and he had replied,

“Oh Darling~, Are you sure?”

And even if you knew that there was something off with his question, you had knew what you wanted,

“Yep.”

And your Nanny Asmodeus had promised to help you out in your grand quest of befriending Satan.*

(*The moment you went to sleep, he made his way to Purgatory Hall, magicked bottles of Demonus and fucking drank with the other two as he cried about how you were too kind to give his shit brother another chance, and then cried about how fast his baby had grown, and then proceeded to attempt fighting Satan while crying and shit faced drunk.)

Meanwhile, The Demon King in the Basement, was having the time of his life as he watched the gathering of his Avatars all of which were acting like Quetzalcoatl that lost their heads over the Antichrist for entirely different reasons. He glanced at Lucrum, his Avatar of Greed, who was ranting about how the Antichrist was playing around with Devildom’s stock market and economy and teaching what he failed to get Mammon to understand.

He smiled and turned an amused brow at Ira wondering how he was handling the mess he had made. He knew that as the Devil King, he could easily put a stop at this mess but seeing how even the Bastard Upstairs was running around like a headless Quetzalcoatl he decided not to. This would be a good learning lesson for everyone after all. Even if the prank would end in failure sooner or later.

7. The Chariot

Somehow without you noticing it, you had formed pacts with 4 demons. All of which were your Father’s colleague and your uncles. Which threw you off when you realize your pursuit of Mammon and cried at the unfairness of it all,

“Why are my Uncles so handsome and yet my Dad is like that!”

You ended up doing an informed* runaway and had a sleep over in Purgatory Hall with your Brother Simeon and Solomon, who was now your friend and mentor in all things.

(*You had politely asked Lucifer for permission to runaway, which threw him off his rhythm and made him agree, and once telling this to Brother Simeon, Solomon had laughed and cried about how good Simeon’s influence was in curbing demonic influences.)

Which somehow made its way back to your Shitty Bastard Father, Satan, who was standing in front of you, hair a pretentiously messed up, and clothes also pretentiously disheveled.

“Oh? You decided to talk to me?” You challenged, fueled by the fact that Solomon, Nanny Asmo, and Brother Simeon was behind you.

“Can’t Daddy, check on his precious child?”

“Get lost, Satan.”

And from behind you, Asmodeus mouthed, “What?!?”

Because he was quite sure that the one who stood in the door way was not his brother Satan the Avatar of Wrath, but Ira, the dethroned Avatar of Wrath.

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