#golden trio challenge

[veryberryjelly]

i will not sneak around

pairing ; theodore nott x fem!reader

prompt - “ please, let me help you “

wc ; 1.6k

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You couldn’t think of anything other than the pain.

It was burning.

It was stinging.

And it was all you could focus on.

There were tears streaming down your face as you cradled your hand to your chest and hurried away from the classroom you had just been let out of.

Among the thoughts of truly how much it hurt, the only other thought on your mind was hurrying to the slytherin dungeons in hopes of finding theo in his dorm.

You muttered the password theo had given you with a shaky voice and pushed the door open with your side. Instead of finding your boyfriend in the common room, you found draco and pansy.

And both of them, being two of your closest friends, were immediately concerned when they saw you stood in the doorway with tears on your cheeks and your hand clutched to your chest.

“ what happened ?” pansy’s voice carried across the room as she set down her book and made her way across the room towards you.

Not wanting to burden your friends with your problem, you just decided to lie.

“ nothing. Where’s theo? You questioned, tucking both of your hands into the pockets of your robes, wincing slightly at the fabric against your skin.

“ he went to the library a little while ago. “

He wasn't even here.

You could feel your bottom lip beginning to wobble but you tried your best to keep yourself together.

“ okay- can I go up to his dorm and wait? “ you tried to keep your voice stable as you asked. You felt like you had to because this wasnt even your common room.

“ yeah, of course. Is everything alright, y/n ?” pansy questioned again, knowing something had to be wrong for you to be so upset.

“Mhmm” you answered, rushing past her and heading up to theo’s dorm. A place you had been many times before. You were honestly just glad there was no one else in there. It was just you.

You perched yourself on the end of theo’s bed and pulled your hands out of your pockets, shakily wiping your tears before your eyes focused on the words etched into the back of your hand.

I will not sneak around

You had been caught trying to get into the slytherin common room only a few hours ago when you knew theo was there. You had been doing this for years.

It was unfortunate that you were in a different house to the guy you liked. But you couldn’t help it. You had fallen in love with someone which was something you couldn’t control.

This new headmistress was making everyone miserable. She was alienating most of the students because they wanted a little free will. And you just happened to be one of them. One of the ones who wanted to socialise outside of your house and outside of your classes.

But you decided to risk it a second time just to see him.

You chose to change while you waited for theo to come back from the library.

Your robes were dropped onto the back of the chair by his desk along with your tie, shirt and skirt.

You kicked your shoes off under the chair and laid down on his bed, curled up on your side in only your underwear.

It took a surprising amount of energy being carved into.

Eventually you let your eyes fall shut, hoping you would be able to wake up before he found you there. You were just too exhausted to deal with the scar on your hand now.

When theo returned from the library with a stack of books under his arm, he found pansy and draco both looking immediately at him.

“ what ?” he questioned, confused as to why they were looking at him.

“ y/n’s waiting for you upstairs. “ pansy answered.

“ okay, why do you both look like you’re about to tell me my dog died ?” he said with a soft laugh. Not realising that actually it might be something serious.

“ she came in here about an hour ago crying and wouldn’t tell us what was wrong. “ draco spoke

“ thanks, man. Can you stay out of the dorm for half an hour while i talk to her?” theo didn’t really want someone walking in while he was talking to you, especially if he knew you were upset.

Draco just nodded before theo walked up to the dorm and knocked lightly on the door in case you weren’t decent.

When he got no answer, he let himself in and he wasnt sure if what he found was adorable or if it hurt.

You were asleep ontop of his sheets, in just your underwear.

Your back was to him so he toed off his shoes and walked around to the other side of the bed to see your face. There were tear tracks on your cheeks and you were clutching your hand to your chest.

Carefully, he lifted his hands to take yours , expecting to just take your hands and hope he could slowly wake you up.

But what he found actually hurt him.

Bloody words were etched into your skin and they looked fresh.

I will not sneak around

He didn't know what to do, but he decided first on waking you up so you knew he was here. His hand travelled up to your face, his thumb rubbing over your cheekbone to try and ease you out of your sleep.

“ teddy ?” your quiet voice rang through the room.

“ hey there, beautiful. How long have you been waiting here ?”

“ uhm, an hour, maybe ? i don’t know. “ you answered, sitting up slightly on the bed and pushing your hair from your face.

“ you want to tell me what happened here, baby ?” he asked, his eyes falling down to the words etched on the back of your hand.

Your eyes welled with tears at that. You had originally gone to him because you wanted his help, but now that he was here you just felt the need to hide it.

You pulled your hand back in an attempt to hide what the words actually said.

“ nothing, just got into a bit of trouble, it doesn’t even hurt. “

There was a brief pause where theo just looked at you. You felt your eyes burning slightly just from the way he looked at you.

“ did umbridge do this to you, love ?” he asked, standing from where he had been crouched down on the floor beside his bed.

You didn't really want to answer that. You knew that the moment you did, you wouldn’t be able to keep your tears back.

So you just sat there with your eyes down at the sheets below your body.

When he didn't say anything, you realised he was waiting for you to speak up before he did.

“ i don't want to talk about it, please..”

“ okay, you don't have to..” he lifted his hand to brush some of the hair away from your eyes. “ but please, let me help you, its not gonna stop hurting unless you do something about it. “

You didn't say anything, instead just nodded softly, knowing he was right. That if you didn’t do something it wouldn't get better.

Theo stood from the bed and walked through to his adjoining bathroom, leaving you sat on top of his bed.

When he returned he had a small box under his arm that he set on the bed before grabbing something from his dresser.

When he sat back down in front of you, you saw he had grabbed one of his jumpers and a first aid kit.

He carefully reached out for your hand before he reached into the box to grab alcohol, gauze and a bandage.

“ this is gonna sting, but not for long. “

You nodded softly and squeezed your eyes shut when he dabbed the hydrogen peroxide onto the back of your hand.

After that he placed gauze on the back of your hand before wrapping a bandage around it.

“ lift your arms up for me, baby “ he spoke softly, and you complied, smiling softly when he slid his sweater over your arms and over your body.

He set the box down on his nightstand before going to grab his own comfortable clothes as he was in his uniform.

He put his clothes on top of yours on the chair before changing into some plaid pyjama pants and a t-shirt before sitting down beside you on the bed.

“ better ?” he questioned softly.

You nodded softly before answering

“ yeah, thank you “

You shuffled a tiny bit closer to him and pressed a short kiss onto his lips.

Your eyes were still slightly puffy and your cheeks still a little red.

“ c’mon, i just wanna cuddle you now “ he said with a soft smile, shifting to lay down on the bed with his head against the pillow, his arm open for you to curl into.

You did exactly that. You laid in his arm and buried your head in the crook of his neck, draping your arm over his torso.

He pressed a short kiss onto your head that caused a smile to break through on your lips for the first time since you arrived at his dorm.

#🍓 - jelly writes #☕️ - jelly prompt challenge #·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭 #·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝐟𝐢𝐜 #harry potter #Theo Nott #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #golden trio #golden trio era #golden trio fanart #golden trio incorrect quotes #theo nott x reader #theo nott x y/n #theo nott x you

[hiddenqveendom]

*  —  oc halloween challenge 2022 : [ day sixteen - unfinished business ]

ft. benedicta burke (harry potter) / ghost au where her soul is trapped at hogwarts until she faces those behind her death

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[smarti-at-smogwarts]

OC Pride Challenge 2023 ⍚ Day 2 ⍚ Lesbian OCs ⍚ Azalea Dursley

Parents kill more dreams than anyone

#opc2023 #my edits #my mcs #'acey did you really make a whole mc just for the challenge-' MAYBE okay just #listen I did say i would get self indulgent lol #leah dursley #golden trio era

[digthewriter]

It’s simply a dream

Prompt 29 for @liquidluckdrabblechallenge ♥ Gravity.

#golden trio #art #artist: digthewriter #community: liquid luck drabble and art challenge #harry #ron #hermione #harry + ron + hermione #rating: g #digital art #fun #funky art #friendship #dreaming #it's just a dream #year: 2022

[usernoneexistent]

A/N: Hello and welcome to my first story for the summer prompts hosted by moi. The prompt is 'seashell' and I figured we need some wholesomeness from Juniper and Marwa, my favourite adopted family duo. Also I will put the song at the start of each chapter so you can listen to it. 

Warnings: mention of past child death, but mainly lots of fluff.

"Wow!" The girl gasped loudly. She pulled Juniper by the hand, "hurry! Hurry!"

"I'm coming," Juniper grinned at the girl's enthusiasm as Marwa dragged her to the Reynisfjara beach. It contained black sediments covering the beach in darkness. The basalt stones and lava from the active volcanos have left their marks.

Neither Juniper nor Marwa had never seen a beach made of black sand rather than the typical grainy beiges and yellows, lifeless colours that Marwa grew up with for the majority of her life. It was a well-deserved break for the two of them. The toll of constantly being on the run from hit wizards and witches was wearing them down. The witch realised that despite being on the constant move, she could also show Marwa different parts of the world. Juniper heard about this beach but never had a chance to visit due to 'negotiating' with a troll from the mountain further North in Iceland on an assignment when she first started as a curse breaker. Despite it being summer, the sky was dull and cloudy, and it reminded her a lot of the weather in Scotland. Her home. It had been so long since she's last seen her mother and brother, though she feared to visit them in case she put them in further danger.

As Marwa ran ahead after carefully taking off her shoes and socks to let her feet soak in the cool, dry sand. Her dark hair floated in the wind. She smiled as she brushed off stray hairs of her own. Juniper's hair was currently black to look less inconspicuous to both muggles and hit wizards. A few muggles were dotted about.

Juniper set up a small picnic blanket with some snacks as she sat back and soaked in the scenery. The calmness and the minimal amount of people seemed almost too eerie, despite that she didn't let it show to Marwa. This was meant to be fun for her, and the last thing Juniper wanted was to ruin it for her. Marwa started to pick up some stones to throw into the water. Juniper had to smile; she remembered doing the same at Marwa's age. The rocks made a big plunk, curved straight to the ocean instead of skipping across. Hearing the loud groans of frustrations, Juniper got over to help out the young tween.

"Hey, Mar. Let me show you." She calmly took the rock out of her hands. "We need a flat stone like this."

Juniper found one, and Marwa scoured to find another like the flat stone. They managed to procure a couple to practise with. 

"Okay, watch ma hand. You have tae make a flick motion like this," Juniper demonstrated before throwing a stone. The stone skimmed a couple of times before sinking into the sea. Marwa copied her; she managed to get two bounces before dropping. Her face looked disappointed by the results.

Juniper rubbed her back, "you did great, Mar!"

"It did not go as wide as yours did.” Marwa seemed more upset than reassured by Juniper’s compliment. 

"You just need to practise, and soon you'll be a master at it," Juniper said, pulling her into a hug. 

“I’ll never be good as you.”

“Yes, you will, Mar. You're clever, so I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it soon enough.” She gave an extra squeeze of comfort to Marwa, “You want to know a secret? I wasn’t always good at skimming stones either.”

“Really? How did you get so good at jumping stones?” 

Juniper didn’t look at her, instead, she stared at the hypnotising ocean. “Ma brother taught me how to skim stones.”

“Jacob?”

“Aye, I’m sure the next time we see him, he can teach you how to skim stones better than I can.”

“I like that.”

They stood near the water for a couple of minutes in silence. "I miss my brother. He would love to make the stones jump. Skim," Marwa corrected herself. Before finding Marwa in Egypt, she had a relatively normal upbringing; a mum, a dad, and a little brother who all cared for her before their unfortunate demise.

"I'm sure he would."

Marwa nodded and practised skimming the stones across. She improved over time, the flat stone skipping two or three times on average, reaching four. But it seemed she got bored after a while. Marwa kicked her shoes and rolled up her jeans before shrieking as her foot touched the cold water but slowly waded through till the water reached her knees. Juniper smiled from a distance. 

"Don't go too far, Mar!" Juniper yelled, "and be careful where you step!"

"Okay!" 

Marwa walked through. Even picking up a stick floating nearby, using it to poke about maybe sure every step she takes is safe.

"Come in, Juniper! The water is not so cold now!" The young teen beckoned to her guardian. 

"Alright! Hold yer horses!" She yelled across. Juniper kicked her shoes off onto the blanket and ran barefoot down to the water. Her starry printed dress working against her in the wind.

"Oh, fuc-bloody hell! It is freezing!" She tried to stop herself from swearing. It was a bad habit of hers and a hard one to let go of.

"You can't say that Juniper! That's a bad word." Marwa splashed some salty water. 

Juniper coughed at the saltiness of the ocean. "Oh, we're playing that game!" Juniper gave a powerful splashback. Marwa was dripping from head to toe now, but that stopped her from getting her revenge back on Juniper. Their splashing match lasted for a couple more minutes as their laughter echoed throughout the beach. Some muggles kids not far shared the same sentiment with their own shrieking and laughing. Both of them were completely soaked but the dry wind dried them up quickly as they reached the shore.

Marwa stood still as she intensely stared through the water near the shore.

"What is it Mar?" Juniper asked, concern filling her voice. 

Marwa bent over to pick something up, "Look a it's a qashrat albahr."

Juniper saw relieved, cupped gently in Marwa’s hands a dainty scallop seashell. Juniper smiled, "Oh, a seashell? How pretty! We could turn this into a necklace." 

Marwa held it up to take a closer look before she clutched it as if to pour all her memories of today into the seashell forever.

#summer break challenge 2022 #day 1: seashells #juniper moss #marwa #hogwarts mystery oc #golden trio era oc #juniper is going through the experimental hair phase

[carewyncromwell]

Back to School Challenge // hosted by @cursebreakerfarrier​​

🦅𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑: 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵🐍

“Here we are -- no one else -- We walked to school all by ourselves. There's dirt on our uniforms From chasing all the ants and worms --  We clean up and now it's time to learn... We clean up and now it's time to learn...”

~“We’re Gonna Be Friends (cover)” by Chad Sugg

x~x~x~x

Jacob Cromwell. Duncan Ashe. Olivia Green. 

Three distinctly different students who seemingly had nothing in common...and yet during their school careers, one almost never saw one without the other two close behind. 

Jacob Cromwell, naturally, was the brains of the trio. The magical prodigy never struggled in an academic setting, running circles around all of his classmates with apparent ease. Jacob didn’t excel in class out of a desire for attention or praise, rather for his passionate love of learning, and his enthusiasm for knowledge was infectious. It made it so even those who found him arrogant couldn’t help but find the boyish giddiness with which he spoke and the brilliant light in his eyes rather endearing. No one would argue, though, that Jacob’s intelligence translated to people-smarts. He never truly realized how much his genius intellect and magical talent alienated his classmates, nor would he likely have empathized much with their position if he had. He didn’t see the need to pull his punches -- if someone wanted to do better than him, then they should just do it, rather than insist he go easy on them. Jacob wasn’t afraid of good, old-fashioned competition: he’d honestly be thrilled to get his arse handed to him by a real opponent, not get all weepy because he lost. This didn’t even touch on Jacob’s temper, which -- when provoked -- could become rather violent. Still, any objective person would notice that Jacob’s rage only ever came out in response to someone he loved being hurt or threatened, never in response to slights against himself. This was part of why so many of his classmates had trouble believing Jacob wasn’t at least somewhat justified in pushing Sharon Edgecombe into the punch bowl during a party in their fourth year.

Duncan Ashe was -- in many ways -- Jacob’s opposite. However good with books Jacob was, Duncan was good with common sense. Jacob was reckless and frequently jumped into dangerous situations without thinking; Duncan always looked before he leapt and frequently had to act as Jacob’s “leash” to rein him in before he did something stupid. Jacob had his head in the clouds almost constantly, while Duncan always kept himself grounded and singularly focused on his goals. And for as sloppily as Jacob dressed and how much he’d grown his hair out, Duncan always kept his hair and uniform clean and neat. It wasn’t uncommon for Duncan to complain about Jacob’s shortcomings within other people’s earshot, to the point that someone might wonder if Duncan really, truly detested Jacob Cromwell...but it wouldn’t take long for the person to realize that whenever Duncan was scolding Jacob for never thinking anything through and for being an idiot, it wasn’t out of hatred. Nobody would spend so much time with someone, keeping them out of trouble and tolerating their bad habits, if they hated them. And there were times -- when Duncan would tease Jacob mercilessly, or when he’d fix Jacob’s tie, or when he’d bite back a smile listening to Jacob go on a diatribe in the middle of Potions class, or when he’d hex someone for messing with Jacob, or even when he’d ward off any less-than-savory “admirers” of his best friend from pursuing him -- when it was clear just how fond Duncan Ashe was of Jacob.

Olivia Green was the mediating force between these two diametrically opposed forces. As the oldest of three kids, she frequently had had to be the “mature one” and settle disputes among her younger siblings, so she had no problem keeping her cool whenever Ashe got fed up with Jacob or Jacob’s violent temper reared its ugly head. Although Jacob and she were both Ravenclaws, Jacob was much more a Ravenclaw in the sense of his love of knowledge and desire to achieve academically, while Olivia was much more one to embrace Ravenclaw’s values of wisdom and creativity. She wrote poetry in the margins of her notes, played guitar, and spoke out on the morality of Transfiguring animals when they couldn’t give consent. She even wore a suede vest she’d embroidered herself over her school uniform, rather than the usual sweater. Ever a contrarian, Olivia found Hogwarts’s curriculum -- like most schools -- faulty in how they measured intelligence with grades and tests, rather than trying to encourage different forms of learning that didn’t involve a lot of memorization and regurgitation. She didn’t do badly in her classes, exactly, but the young Ravenclaw seemed to know early on that she was never going to fit within the confines of what the Wizarding World wanted her to be, and she wasn’t even going to try. This did make Olivia rather non-conformist in her own modest way, which explained why she gravitated toward Jacob, who only ever really lived in the moment and loved “sticking it to the Man,” and Duncan, who had no problem breaking rules to get what he wanted. Despite her slightly critical view of Hogwarts’s classes, though, she still loved the school more than anything, since she -- as a Muggle-born -- had never felt so free to be truly herself until she’d arrived there. 

Together these three ended up dealing with several Cursed Vaults before Olivia mysteriously vanished without a trace. The following year Duncan died in the Prefects’ Bathroom while brewing a particularly potent Erumpent Potion, and Jacob was expelled from school before likewise disappearing seemingly into thin air. It wasn’t until many years later, when Jacob Cromwell’s little sister Carewyn started at school, that the true tragedy of these friends finally came fully to light.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #my art #back to school challenge 2022 #jacob cromwell #olivia green #duncan ashe #about jacob #LOL yeah even if these three at first seem like a traditional golden trio #especially since it's two boys and a girl the girl is muggle-born and the dark-haired boy is a half-blood #jacob is really much more like hermione in the sense of being the brains of the outfit and not adept at dealing with people #while olivia is much more like harry in the sense of seeing hogwarts as the first real home she's ever had not fitting in at home #and being the 'heart' of the group who cements the other more bickering two together #plus olivia and jacob like harry and hermione are 150% platonic friends with no hint of romantic chemistry #particularly since my version of olivia is aro-ace! #my olivia's fancast is mila kunis btw #<3

[hplyricistsfest]

Stay tuned for more updates and other fun content!

FanCasts: Linus Wordemann, Alisha Boe, Logan Lerman

#fanfic #fanfiction #fests #harry potter #hp fests #writing #writing challenge #harry potter fanfiction #writing fest #art challenge #ao3 fests #art festival #hermione granger #ronald weasley #linus wordemann #alisha boe #logan lerman #golden trio

[moxidi-fanarts-and-sketches]

Started my annual autumn hp reread!!

#harry potter #Hp #harry potter fanart #hp fanart #harry james potter #ron weasley #hermione granger #the golden trio #golden trio #moxys outfit challenge #outfit meme #my art #traditional art

[gayliketheancients]

You mean to tell me that my job as a marauder fanfic writer doesn’t need to involve screenshooting fan art & tumblr posts, adding them to my outline, and using them as the most heartbreaking inspiration for my story?

Oops.

Sorry not sorry.

#glta au #part one: over the edge #part two: over again #challenge prompt au #marauders #mwpp #mwpp era #golden trio era #slytherin harry #glta rewrites Harry Potter because why not?

[pendinganchor]

i still can’t decide how much i want to include with this fic. like i don’t want to do a complete harry potter rewrite with all my silly little changes. but then like will it make sense if i don’t?

i have written most of chapter one which starts the night before leaving for first year of hogwarts and ends after the sorting

but THEN i started writing a big drama point in year six so i’m just jumping around rn

#and my silly little changes i mean huge changes that probably fuck up the original plot #karson write in chronological order challenge #*insert statement about how jkr sucks and i hate her and i’m still allowed to love what she wrote despite that* #this is in golden trio era in ron’s pov btw #wizarding world #userkarson #wtdmtn update

[takerfoxx]

I'm so fucking confused what did the Rock do

It's a very long and complicated tale, but the short version, the Rock recently joined the board of directors for TKO (WWE's parent company) and SEEMINGLY (as we don't know the full behind the scenes story just yet) used his clout to push himself into the Wrestlemania main event, challenging his sort of cousin Roman Reigns for the WWE Universal Championship and pushing aside Cody Rhodes, the guy that was supposed to be Roman's challenger, and thereby sabotaging a two-year story that everyone was invested in right when it was about to see it's conclusion. And people are pissed about it.

That's the short version. Here is the loooooonnnnnggggg version.

WWE has been plagued by a number of issues over the years (not the least being that it's been run by an actual rapist for the last four decades), but the two relevant issues is a tendency to rely on past their prime stars of yesterday at the expense of building new stars for today, and when they do want to build a new star, they have a bad habit of shoving their chosen golden boy down everyone's throat to everyone else's detriment in a nakedly inauthentic manner until the fans get sick of them (see: Ultimate Warrior, John Cena, and, most recently, Roman Reigns, who will become important later). Needless to say, they've had a lot of trouble getting the crowd behind what is known as the White Meat Babyface, or primary good guy.

The Rock started off as the latter, being introduced as Rocky Maivia, who was a wholesome good boy who was just so happy to be here. People saw through it and booed the fuck out of him. In rare case of the WWE actually listening and responding, they turned Rocky heel and let him vent his frustrations at the fans, which let everyone know that, holy shit, this guy is actually insanely charismatic and probably the best trash talker in the business! Thus, the Rock was born.

However, while he certainly earned his accolades during his heyday, his returns since haven't been so universally admired (see previous note about the WWE pushing the stars of yesterday). One instance about ten years ago involves him main eventing Wrestlemania against John Cena over CM Punk, who was the reigning WWE Champion at the time, and was quite annoyed. Okay, the Rock vs. John Cena could be excused on account of being that much of a dream match, but then they had CM Punk end his year long title run to the Rock so he and Cena could main event again, this time with the title on the line. This was one of the many issues that reportedly led to CM Punk walking out a few months later.

Now, let's move away from the Rock for a bit and talk about Roman Reigns, who was another example of the WWE ramming their chosen golden boy down everyone's throat. Like the Rock, he is part of the venerated Anoa'i Family, who are practically wrestling royalty with how many superstars they've produced (though they're not actually related by blood, but that doesn't matter, as those who marry or are adopted in are still considered full members of the clan).

Roman began as part of the massively popular trio known as the Shield, alongside Seth Rollins and Dean Ambrose. And during their two year run, the Shield were kind of incredibly awesome. Three badasses closer than brothers just wrecking a path of destruction against all those who stood in their way, a perfect combination of violence and genuine comradery...right until Seth Rollins betrayed the group and they all became single stars.

Now, despite the WWE having high hopes for all three, Roman was clearly the anointed heir, despite being the least experienced of the three. Unfortunately, they went about this by making him essentially a John Cena clone. Smelling another corporate babyface about to be shoved down their throats, the fans turned on him and turned on him HARD, making him the most loathed face in wrestling for years despite always being treated by the company as a beloved hero. Finally, the decision was made to turn Roman Reigns heel, unleashing his dark side and turning him into the Tribal Chief, a sadistic and manipulative monster who's held an iron grip on the title for literally years. Needless to say, it has been a massive improvement, and he is now quite awesome (though people are sick of how long he's been champion, but that's neither here nor there).

Anyway, heel Roman has been champion for basically forever at this point, and it's been a question of who will eventually be the one to dethrone him, because whoever it is automatically becomes the biggest star in the business. And given what an accomplishment that is, there really can be no place it can happen other than the main event of Wrestlemania.

Enter Cody Rhodes.

Like Roman and the Rock, Cody also comes from a prestigious wrestling family. Cody is the son of the late, great Dusty Rhodes, the American Dream. And this pedigree has weighed heavily on him, both in and out of storyline.

Now, unlike his plain-looking and tubby father, Cody looks like he was grown in a lab to become the perfect WWE wrestler. Movie star looks, an absolutely ripped body, and physical charisma for days. Despite this, his first WWE run didn't go how he wanted. While he saw a fair amount of success, he never seemed to break out of the midcard and was eventually saddled with the loathed Stardust gimmick, which he absolutely hated, and after realizing that things weren't going to change, he decided to bet on himself and leave the WWE to prove everyone wrong.

This ended up working beyond anyone's wildest dreams.

To say that Cody was successful post WWE would be a gross understatement. Rebranding himself as the American Nightmare, Cody became the opposite of everything his father was, dressing in snappy suits and carrying himself in an arrogant, sadistic manner. He worked for a number of places, from TNA to Ring of Honor to New Japan, and saw massive success, winning multiple titles across multiple promotions and building himself as a force to be reckoned with. He was also the impetus for the historically significant All In event, in which a number of wrestlers from a number of different promotions banded together to put on the first non-WWE show to have over ten thousand people in attendance in over twenty years, which eventually led to the creation of AEW, which Cody was an intrinsic part of as well. Needless to say, Cody was cooking.

Unfortunately, his own way of doing things didn't mesh well with the AEW audience, and they turned on him pretty hard after a year or two. Eventually he left to return to the WWE, and a lot of people questioned if he was making a mistake, given how he was treated the last time.

However, his gamble had paid off. His worth had been proved, and now WWE was all in (pun intended) on Cody Rhodes. In contrast to the volatile AEW crowd, the WWE fans welcomed the prodigal son back with open arms. And surprising all cynics (including myself), this love continued strong even after the novelty of Cody Rhodes back wore off, probably bolstered by how carefully his storylines were plotted, some truly killer performances in the ring, and the respect garner by him being an absolutely fucking champ and wrestling Seth Rollins in a Hell in a Cell match despite having a horribly torn pec.

Finally, the WWE had a White Meat babyface that the fans universally accepted and wanted to see more of, and they were going to capitalize. He won the Royal Rumble to rapturous applause and entered in a program with Roman Reigns to challenge him for his title at Wrestlemania. And unlike other challengers, he actually seemed like a credible threat. Much was made about how his father had also challenged for the same title but could never capture it, so he wanted to do what his father couldn't and finish the story. People were behind Cody all the way, and the time seemed right for Roman to finally fall and a new top star to be crowned.

And then Cody lost. Roman cheated, and Cody lost.

Needless to say, people were pissed. However, others said that maybe this was leading to a rematch at the following year's Wrestlemania, making his eventual victory all the sweeter. Certainly, WWE still seemed behind Cody, as he spent the next year in several high profile feuds that kept him looking strong, including going over Brock Lesnar of all people. And again, the fans remained behind him, when in past cases they would have turned on the guy by now. Believe me, this hadn't happened in a very long time.

But not all was well. There were rumbles that the Rock might be queuing up for a return one of these days, possibly to finally face Roman Reigns in another dream match to settle who the true Tribal Chief of the Anoa's family. People had been wanting that match for years, but for it to happen now, upsetting Cody's chance to finally finish his story? Well, that was the worst possible time. However, these rumors seemed to be nothing more than that. Just rumors.

And then CM Punk came back.

Now, Punk is a whole can of worms all in himself, and could easily fill a full post of his own. But the important thing is that he and Cody are very much dark reflections of each other, especially in how both were screwed over by WWE during their first runs, left under dark circumstances, and returned to the fans' adoration. And they both coveted that Wrestlemania main event.

In fact, during an awesome promo battle between the two, Punk specifically pointed out that he intended to do to Cody what the Rock had done to him ten years ago: be that bigger star who came back after not being around for a long time and take that Wrestlemania main event away. And sure enough, during the Royal Rumble, the final two in the ring were CM Punk and Cody Rhodes.

And Cody won. The first man in years to win back to back Rumbles. He singled out Roman Reigns as his target, cementing their Wrestlemania rematch. As for Punk, he had a main event of his own, as he was apparently scheduled to face Seth Rollins for the World Heavyweight Title at night 1 of Wrestlemania. It seemed that both of the prodigal sons were getting their wish!

And then CM Punk got hurt really bad and had to pull out of Wrestlemania.

Well, that sucks, but it shouldn't upset plans too badly. Seth could just wrestle someone else, and Cody's two year story could proceed like everyone wanted.

Well, we all know what happened next.

Yup. It happened. The Rock, likely with the backing of his new position on the TKO's board, had pushed himself into Cody's spot, while Cody (as it appears) will be replacing Punk to take on Seth Rollins instead. A two year story, flushed down the drain. Punk's words had turned out to be prophetic.

And while the fans were cheering in that video, once the buzz had worn off and people realized what had happened, that's when things got nasty. Over the last few days, people have turned on the Rock and turned on him HARD. Rocky sucks chants fill WWE events, #wewantcody trends for days, videos of the Rock get booed, and (unfortunately) even members of his family have gotten caught in the crossfire. People are NOT happy about this direction. Cody is their guy, and right when his story was going to be completed, right when Roman was going to be dethroned by the guy that everyone wanted to see beat him, this happens.

Plus, since then reports have been swirling that this decision was made by the TKO board, not WWE, with the Rock specifically pushing for it to "Save Wrestlemania." Which hasn't exactly warmed people to the idea.

Which is really funny, because the last time Roman Reigns and the Rock shared a ring together, it was in the middle of Roman's disastrous babyface run where the fans hated him, especially in Philadelphia, a city noted for its rebellious fans, and the WWE sent the Rock out to help Roman in hopes of changing their minds.

It didn't work.

And where is Wrestlemania this year? Oh right, Philadelphia.

This is going to be...interesting, to say the least.

#wwe #cody rhodes #the rock #roman reigns #cm punk #wrestlemania

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Must Read Drarry fics

A compilation of the crème de la crème Drarry, all the fics that I always go back to when I want to immerse myself in the Harry Potter universe. In no particular order.

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In which the bond is rooted in their emotions, everything goes even more wrong, and Harry is certain that he and Draco could never feel what the curse wants them to feel for each other. Until Harry does.

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Harry never expected to spend eighth year listening to Draco Malfoy wanking.

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Men Who Love Dragons Too Much by fencer_x 522k

‘Kill Albus Dumbledore’ is less a challenging task and more a suicide mission, so when Draco Malfoy is presented with the option to either dispatch his Headmaster or suffer an excruciating and most ignominious death of his own, along with his parents, he reaches deep into his black little Slytherin heart and manages to scrape together enough courage to go with option C instead: Spend Sixth Year secretly studying Animagecraft in the hopes he’ll turn into something sufficiently imposing even the Dark Lord himself won’t be able to keep Draco under his thumb. But just his luck, his Animagus form turns out to be a dragon, and a rather randy juvenile at that, intent on finding its mate: one Harry James Potter.

#this post will interest maybe 3 anons but it was fun making it #drarry #harry x draco #hpdm #harry potter

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Behind the camera -> chapter 9

<- previous series masterlist my main masterlist next->

author note1: angst and mean girls are back hahahah 😈😈

As the bell rang, signaling the end of another school day, Yn Leclerc gathered her belongings and made her way towards the school's exit. Her heart raced with anticipation, for today was a day like no other. The Princesse Grace Dance Academy awaited her, and the joy of dancing was the perfect escape from the troubles that awaited her outside the classroom. 

Yn's golden curls bounced as she walked, and her ballet bag swung gracefully at her side. She couldn't wait to join her friends at the academy, especially her best friend, Marta. They had been through thick and thin together, supporting each other's dreams, and now they were on a journey to becoming professional ballerinas

However, the path to pursuing her passion was not without its challenges. A group of girls, once her ballet companions in her school’s ballet extracurricular activity, resented Yn for achieving what they hadn't – acceptance into the prestigious academy. The trio had never quite recovered from being left behind at the school's ballet classes, while Yn and Marta moved on to the illustrious academy.

The trio of tormentors approached, their disdain painted across their faces like poorly masked jealousy. Yn's heart raced, but she straightened her posture, determined not to let their negativity affect her.

"Regardez qui voilà, la petite danseuse étoile," Emelie sneered as they approached, their perfectly coordinated steps emphasizing the mockery in their voices. (Look who's here, the little prima ballerina)

Yn tightened her grip on her pointe shoes, her eyes narrowing at the trio. She knew what was coming, but she wasn't going to let their words break her.

"Hey, Yn, maybe you should teach us some of those fancy moves you've been learning at your 'prestigious' academy," Camille added, her tone dripping with sarcasm. (Maybe you could show us some of those fancy moves you've been learning at your 'prestigious' academy.)

The leader of the trio, Isabelle, sneered, "You might be at the academy, but you'll never truly belong."

Yn took a deep breath, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. "Merci pour votre opinion, Isabelle. (Thank you for your opinion, Isabelle)," she replied, maintaining a calm exterior despite the storm within.

Yn took a deep breath, steeling herself against the words that stung like arrows. "I don't have time for this. Leave me alone."

"Oh, la petite princesse est trop fière maintenant." (Oh, the little princess is too proud now.)

Isabelle smirked, crossing her arms. "Oh, don't worry, Yn. We just wanted to check in on our little prodigy. It must be tough being the only one from our old group to make it into the academy."

Yn's jaw clenched, but before she could respond, a familiar voice cut through the tension. "Yn, there you are!" Joris approached with a bright smile, followed by Marta, Riccardo, Nico, Hugo, and of cours her brother Charles.

“Qu'est-ce qui se passe ici?" (What's going on here?) Joris asked, shooting a stern look at the other girls.

"Nothing, we were just catching up with our old friend Yn," Isabelle said, feigning innocence.

Emelie, Camille, and Isabelle exchanged glances, momentarily caught off guard by the unexpected support Yn had gathered.

Isabelle sneered, "Your sister thinks she's too good for us now that she's in this fancy academy. She's not as special as she thinks."

Marta, ever the fiery defender, retorted, "Elle est incroyable, Isabelle. And you're just jealous because you couldn't make the cut."

"She doesn't deserve it! It's not fair!" ("Elle ne le mérite pas ! Ce n'est pas juste !") Camille says looking agitated

"Tough luck, maybe you should've worked harder." Marta responds while crouching down to hug Yn. "Vous n'avez rien de mieux à faire?" (Don't you have anything better to do?) Marta, standing tall beside Yn, shot a defiant look at the bullies. "What's the matter, Isabelle? Afraid Yn will outshine you?"

Charles stepped forward, his protective older brother instincts kicking in. "C'est marrant, parce que ça ressemble plutôt à du harcèlement. (Funny, because it looks more like harassment)"

Yn felt a surge of gratitude as her friends gathered around her. "These girls are just bitter because they didn't make it into the academy. Don't let them get to you" Joris placed a reassuring hand on Yn's waist 

"Allons-y, YN. Ils ne valent pas notre temps" (Let's go, YN They're not worth our time) Hugo said while all the group surrounded yn to do a grupal hug and accompany her home.

The group walked away, leaving the mean girls fuming in their wake. Yn couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph. With friends like these, she knew she could overcome anything that came her way.

Yn felt a wave of gratitude for her friends and her brother. Once the mean girls were out of sight, Charles put a reassuring arm around Yn. "Are you okay, petite sœur?" (little sister)

Yn nodded, touched by the unwavering support around her. "Thanks to all of you. I don't know what I would do without you."

"Come on, Yn. Let's go home," Charles said, wrapping an arm around her.

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Later, the Leclerc twins arrived home. Pascale, sensing something amiss, looked at them with concern. "Comment était votre journée, mes amours?" (How was your day, my loves?)

Yn smiled, "Ma journée était doux-amer, maman. Mais mes amis et Charles m'ont protégée." (My day was bittersweet, Mom. But my friends and Charles protected me.)

Charles, protective as always, chimed in, "Those girls were just jealous, Yn. Don't let them get to you."

Pascale, placing plates on the table, listened attentively. "Tell me, mon cherie, what happened?"

Yn, grateful for the unwavering support of her family and friends, began to recount the events of the day, while Charles interjected with comforting words.

"Elles étaient jalouses de toi, ma petite sœur," Charles reassured her. ("They were jealous of you, my little sister.")

Charles added, "Nous sommes toujours là pour elle, maman." (We're always here for her, Mom.)

Their maman beamed with pride, "Je suis si fière de vous deux. Vous êtes une équipe formidable." (I am so proud of both of you. You are a fantastic team.) Just after praising them she hurried Yn to start eating faster, "Dépêche-toi, ma ballerine, tu dois aller à l'académie de danse. L'académie t'attend (Hurry, my ballerina, you need to go to the dance academy. The academy is waiting for you)" 

And in that moment, Yn knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she had her family and friends by her side, ready to face them together.

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The afternoon passed quickly for Yn at the academy. The teachers were impressed with her progress, and they made sure to relay the good news to Pascale when she picked Yn up. Pascale couldn't help but beam with pride, knowing that her daughter was destined for greatness in the world of dance and Yn returned from the academy, tired but content

Meanwhile, Charles also arrived home after a rigorous training session at the karting track, guided by his father. Fatigue and satisfaction blended on his face.

As evening descended, the tired but satisfied twins returned home, with also their little brother Arthur, who was practicing with Charles. Pascale had prepared a feast for dinner – a family favorite, barbagiuan. The aroma filled the kitchen, welcoming the hungry trio.

The family gathered around the table, sharing stories of their day. Charles recounted the highlights of his karting training, and Yn shared the encouraging words from her dance teachers. Pascale and their papa, Hervé, listened with admiration.

"Les professeurs disent que tu as un avenir prometteur dans la danse, Yn. The teachers say you have a promising future in dance" Pascale proudly announced, raising her glass in a toast.

Arthur, always the enthusiastic one, jumped up and hugged Yn. "C'est incroyable, Yn! You're amazing!"

Charles grinned. "On est tous fiers de toi, Yn" (We're all proud of you, Yn)

Yn returned her brother's smile "Vous êtes les meilleurs frères du monde" (You're the best brothers in the world)

The night ended with laughter, shared accomplishments, and the comforting presence of family. As Yn drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the support of her loved ones. No matter what challenges lay ahead, she knew she could face them with the unwavering love and encouragement of her family by her side.

i hope you liked it and if you want to know more about yn and the leclercs and the adventures they are going to follow stay tuned (more drama coming soon and pierre is doing an apereance soon)

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A/N: While it’s ‘free period’ for the students at Hogwarts. Juniper brought Marwa to Hogwarts for some private business with Dumbledore while leaving Marwa to explore Hogsmeade. There Marwa runs into familiar red hair.

Warnings: none.

Marwa was in awe of the sight of the grand castle from across the bridge. This was the famed Hogwarts school that Juniper had constantly told her about. She finally understood its vastness and greatness though she had yet to be inside.

Marwa was supposed to reside at Hogwarts for a year. Juniper was excited that Marwa could be an ordinary girl for once. Even if it was for a year only. The headmaster had offered Juniper a position to be the new defence against the dark arts teacher, only for their letters to mysteriously disappear. They finally figured out that the ministry of magic had their hand and inserted their own teacher at Hogwarts. Marwa recalled the face of disgust when Juniper found out who it was, but that wasn't the reason for their sudden visit to Hogwarts.

Juniper had other business with Professor Dumbledore and one she hadn't shared with Marwa. She told her to explore Hogsmeade and handed her a pouch of money to treat herself before patting her head goodbye. Crossing the bridge was a girl with scraggly, dirty blonde hair that was as long as Marwa's dark hair. Her uniquely colourful clothing made her stand out a mile away. Next to her was a taller girl with a familiar fiery red mane, which looked much like Bill's.

"Are you lost?" The blonde girl asked her. Her eyes, pale and wide, seemed to bore into Marwa.

"No."

"I wasn't sure since you seemed to be staring at Hogwarts for a long time."

"My..." Marwa wasn't sure if she should tell the truth or lie. But the girls didn't seem to be threatening. "My guardian is inside there. She said to have fun at Hogsmeade."

"You don't sound like you are from here." The red hair girl stared at her curiously.

"I'm not." Marwa nervously licked her lips. "I am from Egypt."

"Hang on. You wouldn't happen to be Marwa?" The girl realised, eyes wide.Taken aback, Marwa hesitantly answered, "Yes, I am. Who are you?"

"I'm Ginny Weasley. My brother Bill told me all about you." Ginny excitedly said. "Also we ran into Juniper on our way here. She said that you would be at Hogsmeade."

Of course, it was Bill's little and only sister. All of the Weasleys have this natural fiery red hair."Oh, and this is my friend, Luna Lovegood."

Ginny introduced the two girls. Marwa gave a shy wave. "Hello, I'm Marwa as Ginny said."

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Luna titled her head. Her voice was soft, soothing to the ears. "We're off to enjoy some pudding. Would you care to join us?"

A small smile formed on Marwa's face as she nodded. "That would be nice?"

"Let's go then." Ginny linked onto Marwa while Luna grabbed the other side. The younger girl was sandwiched between. "You must tell me all about how was Bill like in Egypt. And where you went with Juniper. I heard you guys went to South America."

"Do you have wrackspurts in Egypt?" Luna asked. The cool breeze brushed her long blonde strands on her face, and Luna seemed unbothered by it.

"No...I don't think we do..." The Egyptian girl pondered. "What are wrackspurts? Juniper never told me about them."

Ginny jokingly rolled her eyes at the word 'wrackspurts', but the three girls walked in tandem towards the small Scottish village. Marwa was entertained the entire way about Luna's explanation, glad having run into them.

#back to school challenge 2022 #marwa #golden trio era #marwa is always as precious as usual #ginny weasley #luna lovegood

[tanglepelt]

dc x dp snippet? idea? not too sure....

Essentially amity park is a front. The whole town was designed to recruit member for an evil group. The end game to destroy the justice league. My brain took the idea and ran with it. I may continue this. I may not.

Amity Park had always been a strange place. For as log as anyone could remember. A gimmick, a spooky town. It played its role perfectly. No one really looked into it. No one saw the mad scientist or weapons facility as odd. Who would ever think to investigate a tourist trap. The showier they were the more believable. The Fenton’s were assets at keeping tourist gullible, their driving, and obsession sold the show. Keeping the tourist distracted and money coming in. Who would notice the laser watches, they just looked normal. Any ghost attack was just a show. Any damage done and its fixed the next day as if It was planned. The town had was obviously committed to there “haunted” town.

Ghost hunters in amity just made sense. Walking around with weapons was a normal and not suspicious. Locals didn’t care and anyone else thought it was part of the gig. The bigger the dramatics the more they could get away with. With all the chaos and attacks the tourist would be distracted.

It let them track anyone who came into town. They would check in visitors with the guise of making sure they stayed in the living world. Waivers had to be signed or there was no entry permitted.

No one to see how all the kids were more observant, no one to see the the gym coach or classes, no one to see the experiments, and no one to notice the secret town meetings while the children slumbered.

The meetings discussing the children and how they’ve advanced. Who needed to be terminated, who was improving and who would soon be integrated into the loop. Every year they discussed the first-year students. It was there last chance to become incorporated or “move” after high school. They couldn’t risk any of them leaving the town unless they were in the loop. 

After all of if the kids thought their schooling was normal, they’d never question it. The president challenge was harder then most. Why would an average school require flips off the bars or the ability to scale a rope to the roof if a building. The last two years of high school centered around obstacle courses, agility and parkour in gym.

An amity child leaving without being in the fold could be catastrophic. It would only take one to alert authorities for a slight inconvenience. Authorities could be paid to look the other way or easily put down. A hero however would be a headache to deal with. This town was the center of there recruiting. It was do or die.

Now the organization will admit the ghost were a welcomed surprise. A front row sear to watch the progress the kids had. They expected the jocks or even geeks to manage it the best. The seniors to take arms and manage the threat at the very least. The oddball trio was not what they had wanted or expected.

Those three were the problem students after-all. One so into technology it would be hard to keep him in line. The network was heavily blocked a monitored but using him was an issue. He had nearly bi-passed there security on accident. Imagine if he knew what was going on. Then the goth, the activist. She was too much an individual, free thought and radical views. They’d have to break her spirit. Then there was Danny Fenton.

He had promise in the beginning. Well rounded. Wasn’t so caught up in improving others as his sister. Held good grades through elementary and through middle school and was the golden candidate until the previous summer. No longer set to focus on study’s but off with his friends.

As Sam had grown falling away from their potential, she dragged Danny and Tucker with her. Both now had more individual thoughts and opinions straying from his parents. His grades had dropped even before the ghost. Just to A- or so. Attempts to steer them away from her only brought them closer.

If they couldn’t get sam in line they’d have to cut there loses. They’d lose a good potential hacker, the masons would need a new heir someone they could actually mold to gain more funds and business, and they’d lose a potential leader or scientist.

Cutting just Sam would have led to problems. They had tried. Sam was abruptly moved for a week to see what would happen. The guise a business trip. Danny and tucker given no notice. The two took matters in their hands and hunted for her. They nearly discovered the truth of the town. Only once the Fentons explained she was on a trip did they calm down. The trio were deemed lost causes. They were set to bet terminated.

Two weeks before the plan was set to eliminate them the ghost appeared, and it was them who took charge. Now the ghost was always planned, the Fenton’s had been close to opening the portal. So close to new weapons and infinite power supply. Nothing they had done activated the portal. But the problem trio when left alone somehow got it working. The power from the portal shorted the cameras in the lab and they were unable to see how.

 Sam and tucker were out on the field. They were learning at a rapid pace. With them constantly fighting and winning. The three were considered candidates again. They’d still have to break the girl, it was worth the effort now. Add the fact they had a viable solution now.

The newest hero of amity park. Phantom.

Phantom himself would simple a ghost to take care of. Allowing the Fenton to play around for now. What fun was a hunt to them if they couldn’t play with there prey. Once it was time to rid themselves of the pest the Fenton’s could truly hunt.

For now, phantom was getting Sam and Tucker more suited for future missions. He could keep “his” team for now. Danny was obviously the one with the plan. He was never with them but had to be the main contact with phantom. Whenever Danny was around phantom would show to clear his messes.

The surprise reunion with Vlad confirmed their suspicion. Not to mention the Youngblood incident. Danny led his schoolmates to board the ship and free their parents. Only once the ghost shield was down did he go and contact phantom to come handle the rest.

An accident would be in order. It was only a matter of time until the trio grew stagnant and needed more focused teaching. The masons were still an asset they just would not be allowed to be a caretaker again. Jeremy and Pamela mason still were the main source of income. The two were good the schmoozing. Sam would just have to manage field work with her business persona as her “grandmother” had. The Fenton’s were non-negotiable and a necessity to the group. If the need arises, they be allowed to raise another.

The foleys would work. They were good caretakers but served no other purpose to the group. Framing phantom for there deaths should be enough to ignite a need for revenge and break the group apart. Introduce a new fourth to them after the shock wore off.

Valerie had grown as well. She would be brought into the loop soon. The red huntress would be an asset. Her original purpose no longer mattered. Valerie would be easy to recruit. All it seemed to take was some money and a reason to dislike a group. All it took for her to despise ghost was her father losing his job, one of the groups smartest moves yet.

Good thing that reason was already in motion. The anti-ecto acts were set to be announced tomorrow. The justice league would publicly denounce the acts within an hour. They had no reason to condemn an entire species that had shown no sign of aggression. Most ghost weren’t even visible to the public.

With Amitys gimmick who would believe the reports of supposed ghost destruction. Viral videos of it just to be explained through special effects. Keep the rest of the world believing the gimmick and the young in amity only seeing the disbelief.

The justice league would be the key to their own demise. Events have been ruined, the children had been infected by the ghost flu, Sam had been kidnapped by a ghost, and the constant attacks on the school. This was the wedge they needed to keep them in line. To bring them into the fold. The towns caretakers would make sure any opinions of the hero’s would be bad. The only mentions of the hero’s permitted of the hero’s online would be failures and misunderstandings.

Citizens of the infinite realm and ghost were two very different species. Not that the children would ever be allowed to know.

Soon the justice league would fall.

#danny fenton #danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp dc crossover #dp x dc crossover #justice league #if anyone likes this idea take it an run with it #the presidential challenge in micro management made my brain think #it went hard #but like the town is odd #I’m pretty sure the only time cops are in the show is when freak show is happening #the last episode doesn’t count. cause it didn’t happen #the high schoolers are fit #like they had to do a flip off the rope or bar (my mind blanks) #sam’s grandmother is amazing #granny who can fight #i don’t have a name for the group #i blame my sleep pills and a root canal for this actually being written #y’all take care of your teeth today #it’s mentally taxing but worth it if you can do it #the Giw are meant to make the problem look like it’s being taken seriously #there is a reason they are bad at there job #no one can tell me Maddie mrs black belt isn’t purposefully not capturing phantom #Im thinking all the kids could be kidnapped. add to the drama #idk maybe some are hero’s kids #the trio won’t stand for it #Valerie won’t stand for it #she deserves to be redeemed #she could of had such a better arc after the Danni incident

[lavender-romancer]

The Astronomy Tower

Part Two Draco Malfoy x Potter Reader

Even though you were Harry's twin you led very separate lives, different friends, different focuses but one thing you had in common was that Draco Malfoy couldn't stand you. Or at least he acted like that…

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You were incredibly confused about the whole affair with Malfoy in the Astronomy Tower. He seemed so… different. It didn't seem like Malfoy at all. But you supposed that you didn't know him very well to make that distinction. Should you go back to the tower? Or was your place of solitude completely forfeited to Malfoy who was probably making fun of you throughout your interaction? The idea of never speaking to him again dawned on you, but after that night he wasn't such a dick to you.

For reasons Harry couldn't explain, you stayed at the potions seat next to Malfoy, you also no longer joined in when the golden trio would complain about him. You no longer seemed to have a seething hatred of him but an indifference that was dangerously close to becoming a friendship.

DADA classes were a neverending experience of boredom now that Umbridge had limited the whole curriculum to note taking. But one day, a small enchanted note landed on your desk, it was shaped like a bird. You assumed it was a charmed paper plane from Hermione, complaining about how bored she was or Ron, asking if you could use an unforgivable curse on him to end the suffering of this class. But as you carefully opened the bird, it was from Draco.

You didn't turn around to where you knew he sat, afraid all of it was a cruel joke he laughed about with his friends. All it said was, did I scare you off so easily? It felt like a challenge you were expected to rise too, which made you more inclined to ignore this attempt at attention just to frustrate him more. You could tell Draco was used to getting what he wanted and if you were going to be friends, he couldn't have the power in that regard. You decided that maybe being close to Malfoy wasn't as heinous as everyone thought it was. But, he was a ridiculous attention seeker...

When you didn't answer the question in his message he grew even more impatient. Furious at himself for letting his desires fuck with the better judgement of his head. But you were just so…he didn't know how to describe it other than a secret he wanted to uncover. How could you not understand that all he wanted was to be alone with you again and- No! He couldn't be thinking this way about a bloody Potter? No matter your pureblood status, you were tainted by the actions of your brother. Was it fair? Probably not judging from the ache in his stomach when he thought about never speaking to you alone again. He was only a fifth year, what did a little fling mean to him when he would soon be betrothed to a powerful pure blood?

He couldn't tell what the feeling was but he didn't like it. A fresh, scary feeling of happiness, a smile that crossed his lips after you had left him up on the astronomy tower. The smell of lavender as he got close to you, the stars in the night sky glinting in your eyes. You were so… there wasn't a word he could think of but he wanted to be around you, he wanted to be in your presence always. It was an immediate feeling of comfort in the way that you argued and teased one another. What was happening to him? He was going soft, obviously. But Draco did something that night when he returned to his dormitory, he smiled and thought of you looking happy.

Two weeks after your accidental meeting with Malfoy you decided he might have given up on meeting you again. You returned to the Astronomy Tower under the cloak and when you got to the top you couldn't see him. One part of you sighed in relief but the other half made you feel more disappointed than anything else. After you walked over to the balcony and began looking out, a finger tapped you on the shoulder and you cursed to yourself, assuming it was professor Sinastra. But as you turned, Malfoy was grinning at you.

“But how did you-.”

“You really can't be as clever as you think if a simple disillusionment spell fooled you.” he raised an eyebrow and you rolled your eyes.

“Just because I wasn't on the lookout for someone watching me doesn't make me stupid.” You turned back to look at the stars, undeterred by his presence (or at least you pretend you were).

“I can tell you're annoyed.” Draco leant on the balcony with his forearms, looking up at you with quite a sweet smile.

“I'm trying to ignore that you're there, Malfoy.” you said through gritted teeth as you committed to hating him even though you were slowly realising you didn't.

“Did you like my bird?” He asked, looking down at the black lake.

“It wasn't the worst way to be flirted with.” You said back in a sudden urge of confidence you didn't expect.

“Flirt- it wasn't flirting!” Malfoy protested and you cocked your head at him with a smile.

“Awh, all embarrassed? Wait till my father hears about this.” You replied mockingly, he surprisingly didn't look embarrassed but challenged.

“Well, I'm glad to see you've been listening so intently to what I say. Already in love with me, are you?” He returned the mocking tone and you narrowed your eyes.

“If I ever fall in love with you Malfoy you'll know, because the earth will have disappeared.” you shook your head and returned to look at the stars.

“Can you see Orion up there?” He asked, pointing.

“Whereabouts?” You tried to look in his eyeline but couldn't quite make it out.

“There!” He exclaimed pointing in the same place.

“And how do you think doing the exact same thing will help me!” You replied angrily, wishing you had never asked.

“It's just,” he stood up and moved behind you. You could feel his presence so close to you now that your fight or flight felt like it was kicking in. But you stayed put, you-on some level at least- wanted this.

Draco delicately touched your head and turned it to where he was pointing, then repositioned you from your waist. It was confusing for the most part, his hands stayed at your waist and were still there as you both looked at the constellation.

“Beautiful, isn't it. I assume you wouldn't expect me to have a love for the stars but I do. Helps me escape from everything when I can imagine how far away they all are but still choose to show up for me.” His voice was nearly a whisper by your ear as your eyes grew wide. Malfoys hands rested on your waist now, not moving but seemingly more comfortable.

“I-” your voice cracked like it had shorted a circuit and your eyes went even wider. You cleared your throat and took a step to the side, looking at the floor. “What time is it? God, that's late?” you began to step backwards and nearly sent a telescope flying off the tower but caught it just in time. Not however, in time to stop yourself from falling over. Malfoy took a step forward to help you up but you scrambled to your feet.

“It's not that late?” Draco said calmly and you didn't know how to argue with him on that.

“Since when do you love the stars?” You asked, hoping it would be a good enough diversion.

“I was formally introduced to astronomy at Hogwarts but always loved looking up at the stars more than down at what was here with me. Down here is so boring. The stars can do anything, turn into multitudes of things. But we're stuck.” He turned away from you and leant on the balcony again. You weren't sure whether to approach him or escape.

“When did you become so questioning about humanity and the world?” You asked, slowly walking towards the balcony. Draco scoffed-

“You imagine me to be so vain and uninterested with the wider world?” Draco turned his head to look at you with eyebrows furrowed.

“No, I just… well maybe I do think that.” You paused, thinking about how best to proceed.

“It's quite alright, if you were concerned. I'm not so fragile that it would knock me for six.” Draco smirked and you rolled your eyes.

“Such a drama creator, aren't you. Want me to buckle under the pressure of the Malfoy gaze hmm?” You were next to Draco now. Leaning your forearms on the balcony, your shoes almost touching.

“Can't be too kind to a Potter. You'd think I was going soft. A bit of playful manipulation couldn't hurt.” He rubbed his hands together and blew hot air on them.

“Playful manipulation is an interesting way of describing a bully.” You said quietly, almost to yourself but Draco heard.

He didn't comment on it. He just gripped the wooden balcony hard enough for his knuckles to go white. Is that all you saw him as? The two of you stood in a tense silence for a few minutes just looking at the sky before Draco sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I should be heading back.” He said with a half smile walking around the platform.

“Oh, alright. It's been nice talking to you.” You had no idea if that was genuine or not because, at this point you were half loyal to protecting Harry in these conversations and giving Draco the benefit of the doubt.

“Really? Sure I'm not just a bully?” He asked in a spiteful manner you were expecting, his eyes narrowed.

“I- uhm,” you paused. “Well you have bullied people.” You took a step towards him.

“You don't seem to care enough to avoid me, why is that?” Draco walked all the way around the platform and circled you.

“I was coming here before you did, you just happened to be here.” You scowled, your hands getting sweaty at your close proximity.

“But why now? Even now you want to see me or at least don't hate it. So why do you act like you hate me?” Draco asked, stopping right behind you.

“When did I say I hated you?” You replied cautiously as that feeling in the bottom of your stomach returned.

“I can see you trying to pretend you do, it's so sweet. All the little comments and jabs when really what you like is being alone with me.” Draco was so incredibly close to your ear that the hair on the back of your neck stood up.

“You don't know what you see. It's easy to misconstrue something when you want it to be the truth.” You turned around and glared slightly upwards, looking him in the eyes.

“I don't think I'm misconstruing anything right now.” Draco took a step towards you and you were shoe to shoe. His finger touched one of your hands that were balled into fists at your side. You couldn't help but look at his lips, it was ridiculous but so intoxicating to imagine what they felt like.

“What are you trying to accomplish here? A cheap joke for you and your friends or just for your own enjoyment?” You wanted to pull your hand away from him but you felt like you couldn't.

“I think you know this is for your enjoyment just as much as mine.” Draco’s voice was almost a whisper when he leant closer to you. Should you run? He wasn't holding you still and seemed to absolutely love that you didn't want to leave.

“I can't.” You took a step back and pushed a stray hair behind your ear. “I’m going back to my dorm. I think you should consider that too.” You turned around and practically ran down the astronomy tower stairs forgetting to wrap your invisibility cloak around you.

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